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Jones in over eight years, but I recognized him immediately. He was bigger and his head was completely shaved, but it could be none other than the man they called Bull. Bull wasn't someone you forgot very easily. My name is Keylee. Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City Mall looking in a shop window. His hands were in his pockets and he whistled silently. He appeared to be studying a display of shirts and ties. "You would look good in that black silk shirt with the gray tie," I said, easing up beside him. "Not much on wearing ties," he said in his deep low voice. "How you doin', Keylee? Been a while." He didn't glance around at me and he didn't sound surprised to have me standing beside him in a crowded shopping mall after eight years and five hundred miles from where he last saw me. Bull Jones wasn't a man who was surprised very much. "You saw me, didn't you?" I said looking at his reflection in the window. "Yeah, I saw you a while ago." "Why didn't you say something then?" "Wasn't sure how you would react. I mean it's been a long time and I heard you got married and had a bunch of kids." "You heard right on marriage, but not about children. Got married and got widowed. My husband died two years ago. Where did you disappear to, anyway?" "Joined the navy and saw the world. I was in for six years. Sorry about your husband. I figure he was a good man, if you married him. Did I know him?" "Yes, you and he were in the same class. Sam Hollings." "Hell yes, I knew Sammy," Bull said turning to face me. "Dammed sorry, Keylee." "We got married the summer after I graduated," I told him. "Sam had gone to work for his father at the building material store." I didn't mention that the following year Sam's father dropped dead of a heart attack and Sam sold the business for a bunch of money. Sam invested the money in some computer stock that made even more money. Sam's passing had left me well off. Empty and lonely, but well off. "Sam was only twenty five when a drunk driver ran into his car." "Shit happens," Bull said. "It's true that the good die young. Want to get a beer?" He led me out of the mall to his car and we drove to a nearby pub. In the two years since Sam passed I had not been alone in the company of any man, yet it felt right to have a drink with Bull. I tried to remember when he got named Bull, but I couldn't. He had been called Bull ever since I had know him. That would have been the sixth grade when my family moved to town. For some unexplained reason Bull and I became close friends and remained so through his senior year. I had to miss one grade because of a childhood decease so Bull had gotten a grade ahead of me. He was one of the few who came to my house to visit me while I was confined. He came nearly every day until my father found out about the black kid who came while he was at work. That put a stop to the visits. My dad was a great man, but he was a flaming bigot. He died as he lived, hating anyone who wasn't as white as he. Dad saw Bull as a black kid, but I never gave a moment's thought about his skin color. To me he was just a friend. Later in high school we never dated, but I would have gone out with him in a minute. I never told Bull, but it really pissed me off when he told me all about his girlfriends. I knew he was having sex with them because the whole school knew about it. I never let on to him that I had a terrible crush on him. When he disappeared from town I thought I would never see him again. After Sam and I dated and got serious, I filed Bull Jones back in a private pocket in my mind and got on with my life. Now Bull sat across from me. "Funny ain't it?" Bull said as if reading my mind. "Me and you here after all this time." "Indeed it is funny," I replied. "Do you live here in town?" "No just passing through. To tell the truth I was looking for you." "Really?" I asked surprised. "The mall meeting wasn't an accident?" "No, no accident. I followed you from your house." "Bull, why didn't you just knock on my door?" "I didn't know about your husband dieing until you told me. I didn't want to just show up and shock hubby or your neighbors. I found out where you were living and I looked your address up. I have to say, Keylee, that the years sure have been nice to you. I swear you're even prettier than you used to be, and that's saying a lot." "Now haven't you turned into a silver tongued dude," I said blushing. "Thank you, Bull, for the flattery." I have no idea why his compliment made me feel so good, but it did. Over the next hour, we drank beer and talked about old times. For the first time since Sam died I felt alive. In that hour I smiled and laughed more than the past two years total. Bull Jones, proved he was good medicine again. "How about dinner?" Bull suggested. "I think I can scrape up enough to buy you a burger. No fries, but at least a burger." "That sounds great, Bull," I said. "I have a better idea. I have a couple of steaks in the refrigerator. I'll grill them and make a salad. How does that sound to you?" "Sounds like you don't want to be seen with a black man," he said seriously. "Black man? You're black? Eek!" I said loudly enough to be heard several tables away. "If you ever even hint that I feel that way again, I'll smack all the black off of you," I said lowering my voice. "You of all people should know better, Bull." "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Didn't used to be so sensitive. Steak sounds good to me, Keylee. I just want you to know that my money situation is only temporary. Had a few reversals lately. Why don't I bring some beer or a bottle of wine?" "Beer, I don't have, but there is a lot of wine at the house. Sam loved his wine." *** An hour later Bull tinkered with the gas grill while I rummaged around in the kitchen making a salad. I reminded myself to go grocery shopping. I had only been buying enough for one since Sam died. "Hey, Keylee," Bull called through the patio door. "What ever happened to Sarah Miller?" "I don't know," I called back. "I lost track of her after Sam and I moved here. What made you think of...oh yeah. You and Sarah were an item, weren't you?" "I don't know about being an item," Bull said, coming in the door wiping his hands. "I just thought of her, I guess." "Come on, Bull," I teased. "This is me, remember? Have you forgotten crying on my shoulder when she dumped you?" "She didn't dump me," he said smiling at me. "Her old man found out she was dating a nigger and he dumped me. Somebody told me that she was on husband number three or maybe four." "Was Sarah your first white girl?" I don't know where that came from but he took the question in stride. "No, not the first. Becky Tyler's mother was the first " "You're kidding me! Mrs. Tyler and you? How did that happen?" "I mowed lawns my senior year. I mowed their yard and one afternoon she brought me a glass of ice tea. One thing led to another and we got it on. I did it to Becky, too, but that was later." I got the steaks out and took them to the patio. Bull got the cooking utensils and followed me. After I put the steaks on we sat down at the table. "Well, weren't you quite the stud? Got the mother and the daughter." I said smiling at him. "I guess the rumors about you were true, huh?" "Some were, I guess," he said smiling back. "How come nearly every girl in school knew more about you than I did?" "That's not true. No other girl knew me as well as you did. I told you things I never told another living soul." "Bull, just out of curiosity, how come you never tried to put the make on me? Didn't I appeal to you? No, don't answer that! It's..." "Hell, Keylee," Bull said. "You were the only girl that really appealed to me. How come I didn't try anything? Simple. I knew you would beat yourself up if you had sex with a black guy. I would never have done anything to fuck you up. You were my friend. I figured friendship was a lot more important than a piece of tail." I didn't even try to answer that for a while. "Thank you, Bull," I finally managed to say. "You were wrong about one thing. I wouldn't have beat myself up at all. How do you want your steak cooked?" "Cremated," he answered, getting up to stand beside me at the grill. "No kidding? It would have been all right if we...I mean, if me and you had sex?" "Bull, my old friend, at the time I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I had such fantasies about you. When I heard the stories about you and other girls I was insanely jealous. God, how I hated them...and you too, sometimes. Once when Marty Jenkins told me about you and her. I seriously considered killing both of you." "Damn! I never had a clue, Keylee," Bull said putting his arm across my shoulders. "Once I saw you naked and I jacked off for weeks thinking about you." "You did not! When did you see me naked?" I demanded. "There was a hole in the janitors closet in the boys shower room. We could see in the girl's shower. I was peeking through it one afternoon and you came in the shower. Talk about a closely guarded secret. Hardly anybody knew about the peephole." "Are you serious?" I said laughing. "Almost every girl in school knew about it. We just didn't care." He chuckled and hugged me tighter and I could smell him. That peculiar musky order that I loved so much those many years ago. Suddenly I wanted him more than anything I have ever wanted. I was wet and it was the first time in a long, long time that I felt like a woman. Also, I was shaking like a leaf. "Let's get something out of the way before we eat. Something long overdue," Bull said, turning off the gas. He took the fork from my trembling hand and tossed it aside. He turned me toward him and leaned down and put his lips onto mine. Time simply stopped moving. Everything else in the world disappeared and there was only Bull Jones and me. Bull took my clothes off one item at a time until I was naked. Then he stood still and let me strip him. Taking his clothes off was harder because I had to stop and caress his ebony skin. I pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out. "Oh my God!" I said. "Now I know why you're called Bull. No woman can take that thing." "Any woman can," he said. "We'll take it nice and slow, but believe me, Keylee, you are going to get fucked with it." He swooped me up and I directed him to my bedroom. I was both frightened and excited. I had heard the term "basking in the afterglow", but frankly I had never experienced it...until that night. I just assumed it was something writers wrote about in the romance novels, but it is a real phenomenon. I lay, unable, or at least unwilling to move, beside Bull's huge body. I tingled, really tingled, and that had never happened to me before. Sex with Sam had always been good. At least I thought it was good. Sex with Bull was in another category all together. The first coupling between Bull and me was hard, and nothing more than raw passion, and that suited me just fine. He was right about his manhood. It did fit after a few minutes. It helped that I was soaking wet when he inserted his huge penis into me. I made the mistake of calling it a penis and he carefully explained that it wasn't a penis. It was a cock. In the space of a few minutes I had a brand new vocabulary. Cunt, tits, knockers, pussy, dick, cock, and fuck. Of course I had heard the terms, but they weren't part of my personal vocabulary. The first time I came, which was within a bare minute of his thrusting, was wonderful. I saw fireworks in my head. The second was even bigger and better. In the space of thirty minutes I had over a dozen thundering orgasms. Not all of them were with the flashing lights and thunderous crashes, but all of them were great. I was startled out of my mental wandering by Bull's hand cupping my breast and squeezing my nipple. My first though was he couldn't be wanting more. I knew he had came several times and it couldn't be possible that he was ready to go some more. I was wrong. My hand accidentally brushed his cock and it was rigid again. He rolled over and kissed me. Gently at first then with increasing passion until I was a seething caldron of lust. I didn't wait for him to mount me. I jumped on top of him and I put his dick to the entrance of my pussy. He hunched his hips and sent half of his wonderful cock in me. "Ride my cock, baby girl," Bull said. "Fuck me, Keylee! Fuck that cock!" I did as he ordered. I bucked, bounced, and rode his black cock until I nearly fainted from the intensity of our love making, if it can be called that. Honestly, I'm not sure what to call it. A short while later I lay in Bull's arms and dozed for a few minutes. I was completely sated and more than a little tired. My wet, matted pussy was awash with his semen. "You know what I want?" Bull murmured bedside me. "Oh God, Bull!" I managed to croak. "I can't take anymore. My pussy is sore and throbbing." "Get over yourself, girl," Bull said laughing. "I was thinking about those steaks still on the grill. I'm starved. Let's go eat something." While Bull went to relight the fire, I staggered to the shower and tried to revive myself. The shower did help and by the time I joined Bull on the patio I felt about half human again. By the time the steaks were cooked and I had drank a glass of wine, I was almost completely normal. I still tingled, but it was a good feeling. The afterglow followed me. I watched Bull tending the steaks and thought that an old fantasy had become reality and the reality was even better than the fantasy ever had been. After we ate and drank some more wine it was getting late. I asked Bull where he was staying. "Motel Six, out on the highway," he answered. "I wasn't sure how long I would be around so I only paid for tonight." "Go get your stuff and you can stay here tonight...and tomorrow night and the next might," I said. I'm not sure exactly when I made that decision, but apparently I had. "As long as you want to stay," I added taking his big hand in my smaller one. He gave me a questioning look. "Yes, Bull, I'm very serious." There was no way I was going to let him out of my life again. That night Bull Jones, my old friend, became my new lover...for lack of a better word. *** It was like I had discovered sex for the first time. Over the next week, Bull and I were hardly out of physical contact. For the first four days we relied on delivered food. Pizza, Mexican, Chinese, and Thai food kept us with enough strength to keep fucking. Fucking was what it was and that's what I decided to call it. We managed to get dressed and go grocery shopping later in the week, but hurried back to bed as quickly as we could. Our first time was great and it just kept getting better. Bull, being the gentleman he was, always made his first entry slowly and carefully until I adjusted to his size. The illness that caused me to miss one school year also caused me to be unable to conceive, so birth control wasn't a concern. That was a good thing because Bull spent gallons of semen in me. I didn't know any man could eject that much semen. That week was a learning process for me. I learned things about myself that I hadn't known. First and foremost was how much I loved fucking. I also discovered that I liked anal sex. I didn't care much for it the first time Bull put that log in my butt, but it got better and better. Another thing I discovered was I really liked giving head. Several times I experienced orgasms while sucking Bull. I also found out I liked the taste of cum. All these discoveries surprised me to varying degrees. I had sucked my husbands cock, but not for very long and I never allowed him to shoot-off in my mouth. Sam never ate me. He had a terrible hang-up about it and that was one of the new discoveries I liked the best. Bull loved to service me orally. He spend hours eating my pussy and I loved every minute of it. On Saturday, one week to the day I found Bull in the mall, we were temporarily caught up on sex and decided to get to know one another better. Up to that point pillow talk mainly consisted of Bull telling me what to do and me yelling loudly for him to fuck me. "So why did you come looking for me?" I asked him. We were on the sunlit patio. I was working on my tan and Bull was drinking beer and sitting nearby in the shade. "Not sure," he answered slowly. "I was in Daytona and one night a couple weeks ago you popped into my mind. Right out of the blue, there you were. I thought about you a lot over the years, but nothing like that. I made up my mind to look you up...someday. Fate took over and sent me on my quest a lot sooner than I planed. So here I am." "Fate? What happened?" "I had a few girls working for me and one night one of them tried to roll an undercover cop. They brought a lot of heat down on me and it seemed like a good idea to haul ass." "Working for you? You mean yow were...oh...I, I see." I sputtered. "I was an entertainment manager," he said grinning at me. "Pimp to the cops. Are you shocked? Disgusted? Sick?" "No, nothing like that," I said, surprised that I wasn't shocked speechless. "I guess I had a impression about pimps and you don't fit into my concept of one. I thought pimps were low-life sleeze-balls." "I'm glad you don't think I'm a sleez-ball," Bull said. "The bitch that got us cross-ways with the law was a new girl. She was recommended by a guy I knew. She violated one of my hard and fast rules. Fuck the customers, but don't fuck with them. Anyway, I was suddenly foot-loose and fancy free so I started looking for you. Took me three days to find out where you lived and another two days to actually find you. Boy, I'm glad I did! There you have it. The story of my life. What about you? I gather you are not gainfully employed or you would have been fired by now." "Actually, Bull, for the past two years I've been vegetating. Just going through the motions of living. After Sam died, I went into some off-the-wall limbo state. No, I have a pretty good income from the investments Sam made. He also had a big insurance policy. I should go to work just to have something to do and a reason to get out of bed, but so far I haven't even looked to see what's out there." I didn't add that mostly I've been sitting around feeling sorry for myself. "Then you showed up and now you know my story. What now?" "Want to fuck?" he asked grinning at me. "Don't mind if I do," I answered giggling like a silly school girl. "Thought you'd never ask." *** On Monday evening we ventured out of the house. We dressed and went to a movie and then to dinner. It was nice and we both enjoyed ourselves. In fact we had so much fun we went out again on Tuesday afternoon. Nothing as fancy as Monday night. I knew Bull was short on cash and it seemed odd to me that a man who made his living off of women, should have so much trouble letting me pay. "It's different," he said seriously when I stopped teasing him. "Not sure exactly how, but it is. I got to find something to turn a few bucks." I had a sudden chill. What if he left town to work somewhere else? "I guess I should get out of your bed long enough to look around and see what the market is." "I'm sure you'll be able to find something," I said. "Bull," I said hesitantly, "you know I can afford to keep both of us in pretty good style, don't you?" "I guess you could," he answered taking my hand. "Not my style not be pulling my own weight. I'll scout around and find a couple ladies and start myself a string. I know the head nigger around here. He's from back home, too. Hell, you might even know him. Name's Albert Smithson." I thought about it and shook my head. "We called him Big Al back then. He played football with me." Then suddenly I remembered him. "Okay, now I know who you're talking about now," I said. "I didn't run around with him or anything. I seem to remember he left school before graduation." "Yeah, they ran his ass off," Bull said laughing. "He got the principal's daughter knocked up. At least he got the blame for it. I don't doubt it, but it could have been any one of a dozen brothers. Me included. She did like her black meat. What was her name? Sally? No, it was Sarah." "You did her, too?" "Oh yeah, a couple of times," Bull admitted. By that time we were in the car headed home. At least I thought we were going home. I questioned Bull when he made a right turn on sixteenth street. "Thought we'd swing down to the Green Frog. It's a bar and I hear Big Al hangs out there. Might as well test the water." The Green Frog was a dive I would never go into by myself or even with anyone except Bull. I felt safe with him. The place seemed crowded for a weeknight Mixed bunch, but mostly black men. There was also a few tough looking biker types. Bull spotted Big Al and led me to the table. The eight years since high school had not been kind to Albert Smithson. His face was scared and part of his left ear was missing. He was lean and mean looking. He looked up as we approached. "Hey, Bull. Long time no see. Have a seat, Bro." he glanced at me and smiled. "How you doin, Keylee? And what the hell you doin' runnin' with this dude?" It was as if it had been weeks or maybe months since our last conversation. Not years. "I'm just tagging along with an old friend," I said taking a seat at the table. "How are you, Albert?" "Could be better, but it could be a lot worse. At least I'm on this side of the sod." He laughed. "Ain't been called Albert in a while. Bull, I heard you was in Florida." "Was until a couple weeks ago. Had to come north for my health. Looking to put together a string. Heard you was the man to deal with." "That would be the truth," Albert said glancing at me then back to Bull. "What kind of string?" "Four or five girls," Bull said. "Small potatoes, Al. Won't get in your way, at all." "Yeah, so you say, Bull. Anything that takes trade from me is in my way." "Oh, have you got clean, white soccer mom types catering to black men? That's what I'm looking to do. Won't be working the streets or doing anything south of Belle Avenue." "You got to know I ain't looking for any competition," Al said getting a cagy look on his battered face. "I might consider letting you buy in. Kinda like a franchise. Kinda like Kentucky Fried Chicken. In fact I got a gal for you. Just met her a couple day ago. Housewife from the burbs looking for some action. I planed on taking her on myself." "What kind of money you talking about for this franchise, Al?" Bull asked. "I'm thinkin', 'cause you and me go way back, ten grand," Al said. "That buys you protected territory. Keylee working for you?" "No, I'm his partner," I spoke up before Bull could say anything. "Al, ten thousand is way out of line," Bull said glancing at me. "I could have you whacked for less than that. Get real, buddy." "Seven and a half," Al came right back. "Better take it, Bull. Save you a lot of trouble. Payin' seventy- five hundred is a lot better than fighting me every step of the way." "I'd say so," Bull said. "Okay, maybe I'll think about something else to get into. I didn't know the franchise fees were going to be so hefty. See you later, Al." He started to rise and Al held up his hand. "Set down, Bull. Don't be so touchy. Hell, I ain't going to hold you up. We pals from the old neighborhood. Let's say you pay me five grand. You can pay twenty-five hundred up front and the other twenty- five in a couple months when you get goin'. That's fair, ain't it?" "I'd say it's fair," Bull said nodding slowly. "I'll talk it over with my partner," he cut his eyes at me again. "Get back to you. You ready, Keylee?" He led me out of the place. "Partner? Are you out of your mind?" Bull demanded when we were in the car. "You don't want to get in the racket. You're...you're...I don't know. You're a lady, for God's sake." "Of course I am," I snapped. "A lady who's had a black man between her legs for the past two weeks. Let me ask you something, Mister Jones. Do you have five thousand dollars or even half of it to invest?" He didn't answer and we rode in silence until we were nearly home. "Come on, Bull," I said as he pulled in my drive. "It's just an investment for me. I'll grant you it's self- serving, but still an investment." "Self-serving? How so?" he said when we were inside the house. "I've kinda got used to having you around. I've missed you and I don't want you leave town again. I like what we do together, Bull. I like fucking you." Wow, I said that right out loud. *** "Keylee," Bull said. We were lieing on the bed after a wonderful session of mad passionate sex. "I don't want you to get involved with my scheme. You don't have any idea what it's all about. You're a nice white lady and..." "Bull," I interrupted him by putting my hand across his lips. "You're right, of course. I don't know anything about that business, but you can teach me. Let me do it, please. I've never been more alive than I have been these past couple of weeks. I can help you, honey." Bull didn't say anything for a few minutes. "Keylee, you got to know that this is a sex business. I get women to fuck black men for money. I don't force them, but I do encourage them. You don't know the first thing about it. I'm the only black man you've ever fucked. Hell, I'm probably the only black man you know. Why don't you just loan me the money to get started? That way you won't be involved." "You're right," I said. "But like I said, I can learn. I really want to do this, Bull." "Dammit, Keylee, you don't really know me. I'm not the same guy I was in high school. What would you do if I turned you out to fuck other men? I might, you know. How would you feel about it if I got a couple brothers to come fuck you? " "You would do that?" I asked, knowing full well he would. "You would make a slut out of me?" "Hell yes!" He snapped, reaching over and putting a finger in my pussy. "I'd turn you out in a heartbeat. I'd even hold your white legs open for a brother to stick his black cock in you. I'm a rotten fucker, Keylee." His finger was working his magic on me. I was getting hot from his fingering. I closed my eyes and saw an image of us. Him holding my legs open and another faceless black man fucking me. I came with a shudder. "Fuck me, Bull," I said. "Stick that black cock in me and fuck me!" Nothing more was said about it until the next morning. I got up early and made coffee. I was on my second cup when Bull came in wearing only his boxers. I had been thinking about things since getting out of bed. Bull, the prostitution business, me, him...everything. I had reached a decision. "Good morning, Bull," I said. "We need to go to the bank this morning and get some cash." "Loan?" "No, not a loan. We're going into business together. Go get dressed, partner." "You weren't always so hard-headed, Keylee," Bull said getting a cup and pouring the coffee. "I thought I had talked you out of it last night." "You didn't, but there will be some rules. We need to make the business look legitimate. Escort businesses are legal here. That's what we should do. We need to get a post office box and an answering service. We can advertise in those little throw-away magazines, I've seen around. There is one other thing...I don't do anything I don't want to do...ever." "Been thinking about this, ain't you?" he said looking at me from over the raised cup. "What won't you do, Keylee?" "I don't know," I answered honestly. "I'm sure something will come up. You have to understand I'm not one of your whores, Bull. I'm a partner." "Working partner?" "If necessary, yes. I can do this, Bull and you're going to let me. Hurry up the day is half gone." "It's eight o'clock in the fuckin' morning," he growled. He stared hard at me a moment then laughed. "You don't have the foggiest idea what you're in for, but it's damned sure going to be interesting watching you get educated." "So educate me, partner." *** "The trick is to go slow and get the right women," Bull said. We had just left Big Al Smithson's office which was in the same seedy bar and the same table he was at the first time we saw him. Bull had negotiated with Al getting the fine points established. Basically it was little more than Al agreeing to leave us alone, but it took a lot of talk to get it understood. Al, apparently, was paying off some vice cops and we would come under that protection, such as it was. Another thing Al insisted on was the right to use any of our staff at a sharp discount. He also gave us the name of a woman who was interested in working the interracial trade. "How do you know if they are the right women?" I asked Bull. "Easy enough," he said grinning at me. "I interview them. I don't want any old skag that wants to fuck or wants to make some money. I want women who like to fuck and the money's secondary. Bored housewives make the best girls for us. Of course at first we might have to take whatever we can get. When did the lady say our ad would come out?" "Next week, so you better get cracking, partner. They'll be installing the phone tomorrow." We decided to cut down the overhead as much as possible by using my house as a base of operation. We also had an answering service that specialized in the trade. Our ladies would each have a cell phone to get their assignments. "Are you going to contact Molly?" Molly was the name of the woman Al had supplied. "Yes I am. She might be a dog. Al said she was nice looking, but I'm not sure what he considers nice. They don't have to be a supermodel, but they should look decent." "Are you going to interview me?' I teased. He smiled and shook his head. "Naw, already done that," He glanced over at me. "You sure, Keylee? Are you really sure you want to do this?" "I'm sure," I said with confidence I didn't actually feel. "Is that why you invited Albert Smithson over this evening?" Bull asked me. "lookin' to see what another black cock is like?" "No..Yes...I guess. It seemed like the thing to do at the time." Actually I didn't know why I invited Al. He certainly didn't have a lot of sex appeal for me. I suppose it was just taking the plunge. While we were talking to him he put his hand on my leg and stroked me. I'll admit it was a little exciting to be touched by a black man in public. Al certainly didn't make any effort to hide the fact he was interested in me. He nearly fell out of his chair when I asked him to come over so we could get better acquainted. "I hope you know that Al is expecting to get some pussy tonight," Bull said. "In fact you better get it into your head that from now on every man we deal with is going to want a piece of your ass." I had already figured that out. "If up to you if he get's any or not." *** My backyard had a six foot privacy fence around it. The back of the house and patio is completely cut off from any of the neighbors. That was where we were with Al. "Nice place you got here, Keylee," Al said. We had spent some time doing the catch-up bit. Al knew a lot about our old schoolmates and what they were doing, but it wasn't long before we had exhausted that subject. "I heard all about you getting hitched with Sam Hollings. How was it being married to a moneybag?" It was a rude question, but I answered it anyway. "It was nice," I answered. "We were in love and it ended all too soon. How did you become a pimp?" I could be as rude as he could. "Accident," he answered with a laugh. "After I got accused of knocking Sarah Tally up I hauled ass out of town. Her old man put a contract out on me. He really didn't, but I thought he had. I had an aunt over in Rogersville and I went there. My aunt was a whore. Nothing fancy, just a street-walkin' whore, but she was makin' good money. She didn't have a pimp and one of the locals was puttin' the heat on her. He threatened to throw acid on her face if she didn't get her ass in his stable. I went and had a little talk with him and convinced him to leave her alone." "You convinced him?" Bull asked. "Really?" "His name was Elmo Parks," Al said smiling. "Mean son of a bitch. Used a car antenna for a whip. Beat his women for nothing but the fun of it. He copped an attitude with me and I used his antenna on his ragged ass. When he woke up he thought he needed to be somewhere else. I kinda took over his gals after that. Them bitches fell in love with me. I figure they would have fell in love with any man who rubbed their ass instead of beatin' it with a antenna. Anyway, after a couple years there I moved here and started all over again." "Why did you leave Rogersville?" Bull asked. "They got a new chief of police," he said laughing. "A real law and order fucker. One night he stuck a piece in my mouth and suggested I leave town. Sounded like good advice to me so I packed up and left his fuckin' town. It turned out to be a good thing. Done a lot better here. Most of the cops around here take a live and let live view. I'll introduce you to a couple cops that can help you out. One thing you got to know is keep it clean. None of the cops will stand still for your bitches rollin' the customers or any shit like that." "Only way I travel," Bull said. "Keylee doesn't like the term, bitches. We've settled on 'staff'. Who are these cops you mentioned? We goina have to pay them off?" "Naw, nothing like that," Al said. "Rex Calvin and Van Mason. (see "Kelli and the Law") They are both homicide dicks and both are straight-up dudes. They won't take a dime from any of us. Vice is who you'll have to worry about. I have a contact in vice that keeps me alerted and when any street sweep comin' down. She calls me and I get my gals off the street until they go back to jackin' off as usual. Of course Rex and Van will want the use of your...ah, staff, from time to time." "She calls you?" I said. "She?" "Yeah, she. I got myself a little white honey in vice who likes black meat. I furnish the meat and she furnished the information. Works out for both of us. Staff, huh? How you comin' on putting your staff together?" "Goina talk with Molly tomorrow," Bull said. "I figure I'll cruse the bars and see what I can find. I've always had pretty good luck finding white women that way. We're not in a big hurry. I'd rather have just a few gals that are right. You never said, Al...How do you know Molly?" "I ran into her a couple weeks back. She strolled up to me at a bar and asked if I was a pimp. Can you believe that shit? Anyway, I told her I was and she asked if I needed another whore. I told her I might, but that I'd have to take her for a ride to see if she was any good." "You did, I suppose," I said. He shrugged and grinned a me. "Oh hell yes. She was good looking and I was horny so I fucked her. I don't know much about her except she a good fuck. I planned on getting back to her when you came along. I figure Molly would be better working a call-out deal then the streets. You planning on being a working partner, Keylee?" "Maybe," I answered. I still hadn't come to grips with the idea. "You any good?" Al asked grinning at me. "I guess you'll have to ask Bull about that," I answered feeling my face become warm. "Well, is she, Bull?" Al asked. "Yeah, damned good," Bull answered looking at me. "As good as any and better than most." My face got even warmer. "Keylee could kill a normal man." "Damned good thing me and you ain't normal, ain't it?" Al said. He too was looking at me. "Take it in the ass?" he asked Bull. "Yeah," Bull answered. "Likes it up the shitter." "Suck cock?" Al asked. Bull nodded. I could still feel his eyes on me. "Swallow or spit?" "Swallows," Bull answered. "Tits real?" Al inquired. "Oh yeah," Bull answered. "Everything about Keylee is real. Show him, honey." For a moment I wasn't aware he was talking to me. I had been absorbed in how Bull felt about me. "Huh? Show him? My breasts?" Bull got up, came to stand in front of me, and lifted me to my feet. I was wearing a man's shirt and Bull deftly removed it. Since my breasts are large I usually wear a bra and Bull made short work of it. He stepped back and gently pushed me toward Al Smithson. "Sit on his lap and let Al get a feel of your tits," Bull said. My brain seemed to have stopped working. I was like a zombie as I made the few steps it took to reach Al. I suppose I knew it would happen, but it still seemed sudden to me. "Fuckin' nice," Al said reaching out to grasp one of my breasts him his hand. He rolled my hardening nipple and his other hand went to unfasten my shorts. I stood as still as a statue as he stripped my shorts down. I didn't stay still very long after he plunged a finger into my pussy. Luckily the ribald conversation had caused me to be wet and his finger went in to the knuckle. He wiggled his finger and his thumb rubbed my clitoris. With his free hand he unzipped and pulled his cock out of his pants. I knew then why he was called 'Big Al'. His ebony cock was a little bigger than Bull's massive cock. My legs got weak and Al pulled me around and set me on his lap. His cock entered me and I heard myself groan. It went all the way in me and I climaxed. That was just the first of many that night. A short while later we made it to the bedroom where Bull and Al fucked me constantly for over an hour. "By God, I've wanted to fuck you since the first day of freshman year," Al said ramming his cock in my bottom. "Now here you are with my cock in your lily white ass. How does it feel, Keylee? You like my cock in you?" "Yes!" I yelled at him. I had to take Bull's cock out if my mouth to talk. I had always been a little fastidious about sucking cock. I always made sure I wiped the juices from it before I put it in my mouth. Al and Bull didn't put up with that. They went from my pussy or ass to my mouth and I greedily sucked them, juices and all. After they both had fucked my ass a couple of times, they doubled up on me. I'll never be able to describe how absolutely fantastic it felt. A black cock in my ass and one in my pussy at the same time was fantastic. I had the biggest orgasm of my life while they sandwiched me between them. At some point I passed out from sheer exhaustion and maybe sensory overload. *** I woke up in small stages and discovered I was alone in my bed. I lay there a few minutes reliving the experience of having two black studs fucking me. For a brief moment I thought it had been an erotic dream, but I could still smell the musky odor of sex in the air. That coupled with the fact that I had dried semen all over my naked body and the tingling in my butt and pussy was enough to make me realize it had not been a dream. I managed to drag my abused and battered body to the shower. I washed my body twice and still wasn't sure I had all their cum out of me. I made a mental note to buy some disposal douche and soon. I toweled off and slipped on a robe and sally forth to find coffee. As I approached the kitchen I heard to male voices. I had found Al and Bull. I stopped outside the door and listened. "I think you'll do good," Al said. "I've thought there might be a market for nice clean white pussy for the brothers." "Yeah, I was doing great in Daytona until the shit hit the fan. This town is sure big enough to support several good women like that," Bull answered. "I'll say one thing," Al said. "You sure got one hot partner. You were right on the money when you said she was good. Keylee has a natural talent for fuckin'." "Yeah, I wasn't kidding about her. I don't know if she's the best pussy I ever had, but she's got to be in the top five. She's learned a lot in the past few weeks. She is a natural." I don't know why, but I felt myself swell with pride at their words. I set myself a goal to be the number one best pussy Bull ever had. Bull or any other man I came across. "Shit, Bull, Keylee could make you a pile of loot just by herself," Al said. They looked up as I came in the kitchen. I wanted to hear more, but the need for caffeine dictated I present myself. "Morning, boys," I said. "Is that coffee anywhere near fresh?" "Yeah, it's not too old. Get a cup and I'll make some more," Bull said. "Son of a bitch," Al said looking down. "I thought I was all fucked out and be damned if I ain't getting a hard-on. I always did like the smell of a woman just out of the shower." "Well, buster, you can get a soft-on or take care of it yourself," I said taking a bar stool between them. "I'm still a little bit sore from what you guys did to me last night." "Just as well," Al said with a laugh. "I got to go see what my bitches...excuse me, I mean my staff brought in last night. I'm a trusting fellow, but I know better than to let any of them hold my money for too long. Good luck with Molly, Bull. I think you're goina like her. She ain't no Keylee, but she still prime pussy. I guess the cops, Calvin and Mason, will be around to meet you pretty soon." He bent down and kissed me. "You were as great as I thought you would be, Keylee. Even better. I'll see you guys later." "So," Bull said after Al left. "How you doin'? I mean after last night. Any regrets?" "One," I said running my hand across his bald head. "I wish I had done that a long time ago. Sex with two guys was...I don't know how to describe it. Wonderful. Magnificent. Any of those adjectives, or all of them. What? Where you worried that I might be suicidal?" "No, not suicidal, but maybe remorseful or something. I'm real glad you're okay, Keylee." "I'm fine...better than fine. I feel great. What time is your meeting with what's-her-name?" "Our meeting is for one o'clock. Hey, you wanted to be a partner, so you can interview Molly, too." *** "Hello, Molly," Bull said to the woman. Molly Grant was a very attractive woman. "I'm Bull Jones and this is my partner Keylee. You know why you're here?" "An interview," she answered. Molly was obviously nervous and ill at ease. "Yes, an interview for a call girl. Are you a police officer and do you have any affiliation with any law enforcement agency? Sorry, but I need to get that out of the way." "No, I'm not any of those things," she answered biting her lower lip. "Tell us about Molly Grant," Bull said. "Not all that much to tell. I'm thirty-four, I'm married. I'm sorry, what exactly do you want to know about me?" "Why do you want to be a call girl?" Bull asked gently. "Is it money?" "No, not money. I guess if the truth was known I'm bored out of my mind. I'm tired of the same old thing day in and day out. I want some adventure in my life." "So you decided against skydiving or mountain climbing and wanted to become a prostitute?" I said. "Why is that, Molly?" "I like sex so I thought I'd go with my strength. I didn't realize that getting on as a whore was so involved." "It's not," Bull answered her with a chuckle. "Anybody can be a prostitute, Molly. Find a street corner and have at it. We're a little different then most service companies. We're very selective and we only want the best. Our clients pay a lot of money and they expect a lot more than a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am." "Molly, we're a start-up company," I explained. "Just getting off the ground. Is your husband aware of your... quest for adventure?" "No, Roy is fat, dumb and happy to be working his usual sixty or seventy hour week. He's not even aware that I have needs and probably could care less. He's not a problem and I come and go as I see fit." "Okay, that's your business," Bull said. "As long as it doesn't get in the way of our business. What we do is provide affluent black men with attractive white women. You obviously don't have any problem making it with a black man. A straight date is an hour and it cost them five hundred bucks. You get half and we get half. If the client wants anything other than a straight date the price goes up. Clear so far?" "What does a straight date mean?" Molly asked. "Sucking and fucking," Bull answered bluntly. "You control how that goes. How about anal sex? You up for that?" She nodded. "You give head?" she nodded again. Threesomes and group sex?" "I guess," she stammered. "I have never done anything like that before. I'm willing to try almost anything, but I don't like pain." "Yeah, I'm not into that either," I said. "How about women? Ever had sex with a woman?" Bull asked. She started shaking her head then stopped. "Only when I was in college. My roommate and I fooled around a couple of times." "Did you like it?" Bull inquired. "It was okay, but it couldn't ever take the place of regular sex." She smiled a bit. "I like men and what they can do for me." "I see," Bull said smiling back at her. "But if you found yourself in a female-female threesome with a man, you would go along with it?" "Sure," Molly answered without hesitation. Her response got me to thinking about my only girl-girl situation. My high school senior class went on at trip to Washington. I roomed with a girl by the mane of Tina. We managed to score some weed and we smoked it and got high. I passed out and woke up with Tina's face between my legs. She was slurping on my pussy to beat the band. I don't know what would have happened if somebody hadn't set off the fire alarm and we all had to get out of the hotel. I never told a soul, even Sam. I have thought about that episode many times over the years. "Some men want a show before they get to the main event," Bull continued. "Do you have any problem with that?" "I don't know," Molly said. "What does that mean?" "If your client asked you to do a slow striptease for him, would you do it? She nodded quickly. "If he asked you to play with yourself could you do that? Maybe used a dildo?" "I never have. I mean with someone watching, but I could with no problem," Molly said. She seemed less nervous now. "Good, Molly," Bull said. "Stand up and do a striptease for us." Molly hesitated, glanced at me and stood. I put some upbeat music on for her. She was wearing a sheer blouse and designer jeans. Getting the tight jeans off was a little problem, but she managed. Molly took her bra off in a slow teasing, tantalizing way. Her breasts weren't as large as mine, but she had a good rack by any standard. Her areoles were large, maybe the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples were large and even from where I sat, apparently hard. Molly shimmied out of her panties and tossed them toward Bull. Completely naked she moved to the beat of the music with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her pretty face. Molly Grant had a great figure for an older woman and she seemed to be comfortable being naked with two strangers watching her. Her pubes were completely bare. Molly Grant was a lot of woman, a fact not lost on Bull. I think we all were well aware that he was going to fuck her. And he did. It became readily apparent that Molly knew her way around a man's cock. When Bull offered her his stiff ebony cock to suck she went to it like a baby to a breast. I had two major feelings as I watched them. One, I felt a keen sense of jealousy, and two, I felt like a third wheel. I got up and started to leave them, figuring my part of the interview was over. "Take your clothes off and come over here, Keylee," Bull said. "I want to play with your tits while Molly sucks me off." The second of the two emotions I felt dissipated and I hurriedly striped and joined them. A few minutes later Bull erupted him Molly's mouth while he tugged on my nipples, his tongue in my mouth. I came when he did. Molly was a vocal lover. When Bull put his wonderful cock in her she squealed like a banshee and continued to yell, cruse, and moan through several orgasms. I was relegated to voyeur status for most of the time. It wasn't until Bull got Molly on her knees that he told me to get in the fray. "Lay down where Molly can eat your cunt, Keylee," he instructed, not even slowing down as he thrust in and out of her. I wasn't sure about that at all. Molly wasn't either, but she did eat me when Bull shoved her head down on my pussy. I'm not going to lie about it. I liked it a lot, but I'm like Molly. A woman's tongue will never replace a man's hard cock. Never in a million years. After Bull filled her pussy with his cum he told me to eat her. I hesitated until he put me in position and rammed his cock in me. Molly scooted around and pulled my head down to her cum soaked pussy. I told myself I had no choice. I was nibbled around for a few moments until Molly ratted me out. "She's not eating me," she told Bull. I could see that me and Molly were going to have trouble. "Get your tongue in it," Bull demanded slamming his cock in me harder. "Eat that cunt, Keylee. Clean her up, dammit." I did as I was told. Actually it wasn't bad at all. After a few minutes Molly was jerking and twitching and when she climaxed I felt a sense of accomplishment. Keylee, the muff-diver, I thought smiling in her pussy. Later, after Molly left, I complained to Bull about making me have sex with a woman. He laughed and told me it was all part of the partnership. He said we were a full service company. Molly went on her first date the following night and again the next afternoon. Bull went out every night cruising the bars for more help. On the third night he found one but had to throw her back. She was too young, but it wasn't a total waste of time. She had a sister that was old enough and very willing. The sister's name was Greta. Greta was an enthusiastic chick to say the least. She showed her Germanic ancestry by being big, blonde, and buxom Nearly six feet tall and only slightly overweight. Enormous boobs that weighed in at an unbelievable forty-eight G. Greta loved to fuck and proved to be a welcome addition to our small stable. Then the search dried up. Not that there weren't a lot of available and willing women, but none that fit Bull's criteria. Greta and Molly were extremely busy for the next week. It amazed me how fast word spread around about what we offered. I suggested that we take on some of the "near misses" Bull had found, but he was adamant that we stick to our standards. He was concerned that we would mess up our reputation with sub-standard help. I deferred to his experience without mentioning his being ran out of Florida. *** "Hi, I'm Rex Calvin and this is my partner, Detective Van Mason," The big man standing at my front door said. It was early evening. "Big Al may have mentioned that we'd be coming to meet you." I knew they would be coming, but their appearance still surprised me a little. Bull was out on a scouting mission and it would be late when he got home. I opened the storm door and invited the two big policemen in. Since I hadn't been expecting guests I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt with out a bra, and no make-up. "I'm Keylee," I said. "I have beer and wine and maybe some whiskey." "Beer's fine," the man called Rex said. I got the beer and invited them into the den. "So, how's business?" Rex asked after we were sitting. "It's going good," I said. "We're starting small and going slow. My partner has a fixed idea about who should be working and who shouldn't." I wasn't at all sure how open I should be with them. No one bothered to tell me. "I think that's a good plan," Van Mason said. "The wrong gals will get you in trouble. I heard you have two girls working. Does that include you, Keylee?" "No, I'm not working," I said mentally adding 'yet'. "You are a fine looking lady," Rex said giving me another apprising look. "You could do good in the trade. As a matter of fact we have a lady who would fit into your operation real good. Name's Kelli Bolton. She's married, but hubby gets off knowing she fucking black men. Been looking for a place for her. She got a friend called Angel who probably work part time. Both are good lookin' Want me to have them contact you?" "That would be great," I said thinking how funny it would be if I recruited two women while Bull was out, striking-out. "You have our number?" "Yes, I have it," Rex said. "I'm expecting you all will treat anybody I recommend fair." "We treat everybody fair," I assured him. "By the way," Rex said. "I did some back-channel checking and you can tell Jones that there aren't any outstanding warrants or wants out for him in Florida." I told him that I'd be sure to pass it on to Bull. "You known him long?" I gave them a thumbnail version of Bull and me. "Nice when old friends can get it together, isn't it?" Rex said when I finished. "Big Al told us you like black meat. That true?" I nodded. It seemed silly to get prudish at that point since I was a partner in a prostitution business and they knew it. "You got a nice rack Keylee. I like big white natural tits. Mind giving me a better look?" It wasn't like I didn't know what they had come for. I knew from the minute I opened the door that the two good-looking black men had come for sex. Since I was the only woman around I knew it would have to be me. It came as a bit of a surprise that I knew it and didn't care. I wasn't under any obligation to be faithful to Bull. I knew he was likely to be fucking some white chick at that very moment. Rex wanted a better look so I gave him a better look at my breasts. I took the tee- shirt off and laid it aside. "Fuckin' nice!" Van said. Rex Calvin nodded his approval. "Let's see the rest of you." A few moments later I was completely naked. I wasn't even wearing any jewelry. It wasn't very long after that the three of us were on my bed, fucking like bunnies. They both were damned good and apparently had worked together on a woman before. Lot's of times. When it came time to double up on me, they did it with practiced ease. Rex was in my ass and Van, being a bit larger, took my pussy. I'd never felt so stuffed or so good. They left me sometime just before midnight. They left me covered in their cum and humming like a tuning fork. By the time Bull got home I was showered, rested and strangely enough wanting more black cock. Bull reported that he had a possible candidate. "Bit older, but damned willing to get it on. She's not sure about turning pro, but I'll convince her," Bull said after he emerged from the shower. I told him about Calvin and Mason coming to visit. "Wanted some white pussy, huh?" Bull said smiling at me. "You give them some?" "I gave them a lot," I answered, laughing. "Also I have a couple of possible ladies for us." I told him about Kelli Bolton and her friend Angel. "Rex said they would get in touch with us." "Damn, ain't you somethin'. Got anything left for me?" He threw the towel off showing me he had a need. I told him I sure did and proceeded to show him I had a lot of pussy left. It dawned on me that I was becoming a regular slut. It also occurred to me I liked the new me. *** A few days later Kelli came to work for us. Angle Watson agreed to work part time. Angel's husband was a big shot in the police department and she had to take extra care. Now we had four working ladies, five counting me. I was apprehensive about it, but hearing about their dates was driving me crazy. I had to try it myself. My first "date" was with a black city councilman, Jon Ashland. I met Jon at a hotel. With Al's help, Bull had made arrangements to have a room always ready at a nice discount. Apparently the hotel manager, an older black man, was a pussy hound so it didn't cost us anything except for some time from one of the girls. "I heard about you, Keylee," the councilman said when we were together in the room. "The only thing they neglected to tell me was how damned good you look." "Thank you kind sir," I said. "What else did they, whoever they are, tell you?" "They said you liked men of a darker color," he said, taking his suit coat off and draping it over a chair. "They, in this case, is Big Al. He also said you were selective. I'm glad you selected me." It wasn't very long after that, I was glad I selected him. Jon Ashland was a great fuck. He did everything slow and easy which was good because he had a massive cock. It looked like a giant black snake reared up to strike. The head of his cock was bigger than the rest of it. His balls were also huge. He asked me to take my clothes off and model for him. I did and as I paraded around naked, he stroked his huge purple cock. Because the head of his manhood was larger than the shaft, I had trouble sucking him, but I gave it my best effort. By the time he put it in me, I was soaking wet and had no trouble taking all of it. When his time was up, I didn't insist he quit. I was having too much of a good time to stand on policy. I gave him another half hour. Councilman Ashland was an extremely heavy cumer. Each time he shot nearly a teacup of his juice in me. My next date was with an assistant to the mayor. Carlos, a Hispanic, was an eager young man. He was through in less than twenty minutes after taking his pants off. Fortunately Bull was available to finish what Carlos started. My next date was with the assistant chief of police who proved himself to be another good fuck. I didn't need Bulls assistance, but took it anyway. The other staff members started teasing me. They called me the city hall whore because it seemed that was where most of my clientele came from. I didn't mind their good natured teasing because it made me just one of the girls. Over the next six months the business grew and flourished. I got almost all the black cock I wanted. Almost but not quite. I was always looking for one more nice, big black cock. Over and over I thanked my lucky stars that Bull Jones found me after all those years. The End of the beginning of Keylee's descent (As usual I want to remind you, dear readers, that this is a work of fiction and fantasy. Should you happen to run into a "Bull Jones" run like hell. You can get all of my stories at www.a1adultebooks.com - Many are novel length ) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 52