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Great Horn of Africa
by shooter3704 (address defunct)

***

A man's wife expresses curiosity about prostitution and 
he sees she's aroused by the thought. A plan develops. 
(M+/F, slut-wife, oral, anal, intr, prost, husb-voy)

***

Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction, and not 
a travelogue. Hope you enjoy it.

***

CHAPTER ONE

Scott's Story:

It funny how things work out. My wife and I were laying 
in bed watching a porno flick. It was supposed to be 
about a white girl who got sold into white slavery by 
her husband, or father, or somebody close to her. The 
plot wasn't all that good, but the action scenes were 
pretty hot.

Beth and I have been married for nearly twenty years. We 
got married right out of high school, and neither of us 
have ever had another sexual partner. I know I haven't, 
and I'm pretty sure about Beth. I'm Scott Wheeler, by 
the way.

At thirty eight, and after having two children, Beth is 
still a fine looking woman. She works hard to keep her 
body in good shape, although no one but me ever gets to 
enjoy it.

Our love life has slowed down considerably over the past 
few years. Age and mileage seemed to be taking over. 
After we got married, Beth worked to send me to business 
school. I opened my own accounting business. I'm a CPA 
with a long list of good clients.

We finally got to where we are living comfortably. Our 
oldest daughter is in college, and the youngest is a 
senior in high school. Every aspect of my life is good, 
except in the bedroom. Watching porno seems to be one of 
the few things that would get us excited enough to make 
love. I guess I'm a little sad about that.

"I wonder what that would be like?" Beth said aloud, as 
we watched the videotape.

"I'll show you in a few minutes," I said trying to do a 
villainous leer.

"Not that, silly. I mean, being a prostitute. Going to 
bed and making love to strangers."

"I doubt there is much love involved," I said dryly. "I 
suspect it just plain ol' fucking." Beth hates the word 
fuck, and usually fusses at me for using it. This time 
she seemed to either not hear me, or decided to ignore 
it.

"I mean it would be an exciting life, I would think. Not 
knowing who your next customer would be. What they would 
be like. What they would want you to do for them."

"I guess," I said wondering where this line of 
conversation would go. Beth seldom commented on the 
porno I brought in. Sometimes she won't even watch them.

"That poor girl has a black pimp... is that the right 
word?" I nodded. "Her pimp tells her where to go, and 
what to do every day of her life." She was silent a 
moment and then continued. "He takes her whenever he 
wants to. He does unspeakable thing to her. Why are you 
laughing?"

"They're not unspeakable, Beth. The pimp often speaks of 
them. 'Get over here bitch and suck my cock.' 'Come here 
whore, and bend over so I can fuck your ass'."

"You know what I mean," Beth punched me in the ribs. "I 
pity the poor girl."

I noticed that Beth was rubbing one of her nipples. "And 
yet you also envy her," I said.

"Yes, I guess so, in a way," she answered after a few 
moments. "I wonder what it would be like to be totally 
uninhibited... to have sex with a lot of different men. 
To do that and not have to think about it. not to have a 
choice in the matter."

"So, you want me to find you a pimp?" I teased.

"You don't know any pimps," she said with a laugh.

"As a matter-of-fact, I do know a pimp. I have one for a 
client, Miss know-it-all."

"Really? I didn't know that. Who is it?"

"You know I don't discuss my clients, at home," I said 
putting my arm around her shoulders. "When I get him to 
take you on as his whore, you'll get to know him very 
well then."

"Why? What will he do to me?"

"Before he puts you to work, he'll have to try you out. 
He would take you to his house and fuck you all weekend 
long to see if you had what it takes. Then he'd bring in 
a few friends to fuck you also." I kept up that kind of 
talk for a while. I played with her ample breasts, and 
when I put my hand down between her legs, I was a little 
surprised to find that she was soaking wet. I knew I was 
on to something, I just wasn't sure what it was.

Like a lot of men, when I find something that works, I 
stick with it. I used the theme for several weeks, and 
it worked like a charm every time. Beth would almost 
immediately warm up. We fucked like a couple of rabbits.


CHAPTER TWO

Two days after the end of the quarter, like clockwork, 
Roland Morgan brought his papers and books to my office. 
Roland, or Big R, as he's known on the street, has many 
irons in the fire. He owns a strip club, a convenience 
store, a liquor store, and a couple more enterprises. 
Most designed to laundry the illegal flow of money from 
his whores.

On our first meeting, I made it a point to tell Big R 
that I wasn't like a lawyer. I told him not to tell me 
anything that he didn't want told in court. Big R 
laughed when I told him that. He told me he wasn't 
worried, that he was protected. I discovered that he was 
paying out large sums of money to the cops. It was 
entered on his books as casual employment and 
miscellaneous expenses. 

I didn't know, or want to know, how many cops he was 
paying off, but the figures for casual employment and 
miscellaneous were large. On paper, Big R was a wealthy 
man, and I was sure that a lot of cash didn't get to the 
books.

"How's it going Mister Wheeler?" Big R asked setting the 
arm load of books on my desk. Describing Big R is 
difficult because there nothing about him that's unusual 
or remarkable. He's black, I'd guess late thirties or 
early forties, Five-nine or five-ten, and medium weight, 
neither heavy or light. He's a spiffy dresser, but not 
pimp flashy. He seemed to be mild mannered and soft 
spoken. I decided to ask him something that had been 
bothering me.

"Couldn't be better Mister Morgan," I answered. "I know 
it's none of my business, but I've wondered why they 
call you Big R."

He threw back his head and laughed. "Yeah, I can see why 
you might wonder. My momma named me Roland and my Pop 
took one look at my equipment, and called me Big R. The 
name just stuck."

I know I must have turned five shades of red. I managed 
to say, "Oh, I see."

"Yeah, when you start out life with a big dick, you get 
tagged with some sort of nickname. Go on, Mister 
Wheeler. You can ask."

"Ah, err... well how big was it?"

"My seventh grade teacher measured it," he said 
laughing. "It was six and a half inches long then. 
Coming in at just under nine inches now. I kinda grew 
into it, I guess."

"Your school teacher measured it?" I stammered. "Why?"

"She was curious I guess. I fucked her two years later 
in the backseat of her car in the school parking lot." 
He laughed. "I had grown some by then. You going to call 
me when you get my books done?"

"Yes," I said. "I know I'm asking a lot of questions, 
but how does a person become a pimp?"

"I guess there's a lot of ways," he said. "I started in 
high school. Girls found out I had a big dick, and I got 
in a lot of panties. It wasn't long before I had more 
pussy than I could handle, so I sold some to the other 
guys. I had a variety of gals. Black, white, Hispanics, 
and a few Asian. I found that the black guys wanted 
white girls, and white guys wanted black girls, and 
almost any of them would fuck a gook or Mexican gal. I 
found out what the demand was, and supplied it. Still 
do, for that matter."

"I see. I guess that's what makes the world go around. 
Supply and demand. Still have a lot of girls?"

"I got twelve right now," he said. "Ten white girls and 
two black ones. I supply mostly to the black community, 
and they want white nookie. How long we been doing 
business? Four or five years, ain't it? So why all the 
questions now? I don't mind, but I'm curious."

"Oh, this woman I know was asking me about 
prostitution," I said. "I told her I'd check around." 
God! It sounded lame even to me.

"She's thinkin' about trying it?" Big R asked. "You can 
tell her it's fuckin' dangerous to go out independent. 
Lot of things can, and will go wrong. What she look 
like?" 

I don't know why, but I described Beth perfectly to him. 

"Sounds like she might make a good whore. A mature white 
woman, that has been around the block a few times can 
make some serious money." 

Son of a bitch! He was looking at the photo of Beth on 
my desk. "You tell her that I'm fair with my bitches. I 
don't dope them, or keep their money. They can work as 
much, or as little as they want. All I ask is they be 
fair with me, and keep themselves clean. I insist on a 
check-up every two weeks, and that everybody uses a 
rubber." He looked me in the eye. "How serious is this 
chick? Is she thinking about it for the money, or for 
the fun of it?"

"I guess mostly for the fun of it. She doesn't need the 
money." How on earth did I let the conversation get this 
far. What the hell was I thinking?

"Best kind of whore," Big R said, glancing at Beth's 
picture again. "If she's looking for adventure, I can 
supply it. I got to go. Call me when the books are ready 
to be picked up."

***

"I spoke with Big... ah, my client today," I said. Beth 
and I were sitting at the kitchen table. The only 
daughter at home, wasn't at home, as usual.

"What big client is that, dear?"

"Not a big client. The pimp client I told you about." 
Beth's fork stopped half way to her mouth.

"What did you talk about?" she asked, putting the food 
back on her plate.

"This and that," I answered, probably a little smug. 
"How things were going with his business."

"And how are things in his business?"

"Apparently pretty good," I know I was grinning like a 
simpleton, but I couldn't help it Beth pushed her food 
around on the plate a few moments then got up, and put 
her plate in the sink.

"I'm going to take a shower and go on the bed," Beth 
said leaving the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll be up in a little while. Oh, by the way," I 
called after she had left. "He said you could interview 
for a job anytime you wanted to." Timing is everything. 
I waited for it. I didn't have to look up to know that 
she was back in the doorway. I could hear her breathing.

"What are you talking about, Scott?" she demanded.

"What? I thought you had gone." I was playing it cool 
and having some fun. "I mentioned to my client, that I 
knew a woman who was thinking about becoming a 
prostitute. When I described her, he became interested. 
He said it sounded like she would make a good whore for 
him." Beth came on in the kitchen, and stopped beside my 
chair.

"Are you out of your mind?" she said, her voice cold, 
and trembling with passion. Not the good kind. "Tell me, 
Scott, are you out of your God damned mind?" Her voice 
had risen to a screech.

"Hey, Beth, calm down," I said. I wasn't having any fun 
now. "I didn't tell him who. I didn't give him any names 
or anything. He won't be calling you on the phone." She 
glared hard at me, her chest rising and falling. "I 
can't believe you," she said, and hurried out of the 
room. It's strange how something can turn into a bucket 
of shit so quick.

I watched some TV a while, read a book for a while, and 
stalled as long as I could. I was absolutely in no rush 
to go up to bed. I woke up when my daughter came in at 
quarter passed eleven. I lucked out, because Beth was 
asleep when I got to the bed.

***

The next day I was up and out of the house before Beth 
awoke, but that evening she seemed to be her old 
cheerful self. You can bet your ass, I didn't bring up 
the subject of our discontent. Actually, it was a couple 
nights later that it was mentioned. Beth brought it up.

"So what did you tell him?" she asked. I was already in 
bed and Beth was brushing her long auburn hair. She was 
looking at me in the mirror. It crossed my mind, 
briefly, to faint a lack of understanding, but I knew 
she knew I knew.

"Not all that much. I ask him how he got in the 
business, and it kind of evolved from there." I repeated 
the conversation between Big R and me.

"You told him I was pretty?" she asked.

"I did not. I told him that my friend was beautiful and 
super sexy." She didn't say anything for a while.

"I overreacted didn't I?"

"Maybe just a tad," I acknowledged. "But maybe you were 
justified. Who knows?"

"I can't believe his teacher measured his... thing. 
That's too bizarre. And they did it a couple years 
later?"

"That's what he said. He strikes me as a man that 
doesn't have to brag."

"And he said that he thought I could do well in the 
business?"

"He certainly did. He said a sexy mature woman could do 
very well." When she didn't respond right away I said, 
"While he was talking to me, I got a mental picture of 
you and him... together... you know... having sex." Beth 
turned around to look directly at me. A smile was 
playing around her mouth.

"Tell me about that mental image. What exactly did you 
see?"

I went into a long and fanciful story of what I saw in 
my mind. Beth came and lay down beside me as I spun the 
yarn. Some of it I had visualized, but most I conjured 
up from my mind. I had no more than finished the tale 
and Beth was all over me. She was like a wild woman who 
had been denied sex for a long time. 

***

"You got a VCR?' Big R asked me. He had come to get the 
books. I told him I did, and he handed me a video tape. 
"You tell your friend to watch this tape, and then if 
she wants to talk, we can."

After he left I put the tape in my player that's build 
in the small TV I have in the office. The tape started 
showing Big R setting behind a big desk. He was speaking 
to someone out of sight.

"Why do you want to get in the business?" he asked. The 
sound wasn't all that clear, but I could understand him.

"I need some money," a female voice said. "I need a lot 
of money, fast." The camera widened out, and I saw an 
attractive white woman sitting on a chair in front of 
the desk. The angle didn't change, and I wondered if it 
was done remotely.

"You ever been a professional whore?" Big R asked. She 
shook her head and murmured something I couldn't hear. 
"I'm going to assume that you ain't a virgin."

"No, I'm hardly a virgin. I'm married, and I have two 
children."

"Most of our customers are black," Big R said. "You ever 
fucked a black man before?" She shook her head in the 
negative. "Do you like to fuck?" She nodded her head. 
"You get a blood test, like I ask you to do?"

"Yes sir, I did. Like I told you on the phone I have 
never had sex with anybody except my husband... ever."

"I guess that answers the question about threesomes and 
gangbangs. Ever made it with a chick?"

"No sir," she answered in a soft voice.

"Why did you decide you wanted to be a whore?" Big R 
asked bluntly.

"I don't know. I guess because I thought I could make 
some money doing something I like, and that I'm good at. 
I don't have any training or skills to fall back on. 
I've always been a housewife and mother. Last year my 
husband got sick. He was out of work for nearly six 
months. We got way behind in our bills. The mortgage 
company is demanding back house payments, or they'll 
foreclose."

"Your hubby know that you are applying to be a whore?" 
She nodded slowly. 

"He's all right with it?"

"Yes. I don't know if he is or not. He said he was, but 
I don't know for sure. We're desperate, so it doesn't 
really matter. He's working two jobs, and we still 
aren't catching up very fast."

"We are being videotaped," Big R said. "You see that 
camera over there on the shelf? Look right at the camera 
and say your name, your age, and that you are applying 
for a job as a whore of your own free will." The woman 
turned slightly, and looked right into the camera.

"My name is Holly May McAllister. I am twenty-six years 
old. I am applying for a job as a whore of my own free 
will."

"Stand up Holly May," big R instructed. "I want you to 
take off your clothes. Keep looking at the camera while 
you do." The woman did as he instructed. Soon she was 
naked. Holly May had breasts that were in the category 
of "mouthful", but they were well formed. 

The camera zoomed in on her chest and I could see that 
her boobs were like two cones on her chest. The camera 
panned down to show that she had a narrow strip of pubic 
hair above her slit. The camera widened back out to show 
all of her. I wondered who was operating the camera, as 
Big R didn't seem to move his hands. The only 
nervousness she displayed was biting her lower lip.

"Are you ready to continue?" Big R asked her. She 
nodded, and he led her through a door behind the desk. 
The picture went snowy, and then reappeared again in a 
bedroom setting. Big R was sitting on the edge of a bed 
with his clothes off. He was holding a huge cock in one 
hand. Obviously he had been truthful about the size of 
his cock. I stopped the tape and rewound it. I wanted to 
watch it with Beth. I had to watch it with her.


CHAPTER THREE

Beth's story:

I know I am a very lucky woman. I'm married to a 
wonderful man, I have two wonderful daughters, and I 
live in a nice house. Everything is perfect. That's not 
exactly the truth. It's not perfect, just comfortable. 
I'm not sure when I begun to have feelings of 
dissatisfaction. Maybe they came in small increments 
over a long period of time. I don't know.

Scott is a hard working man. He had to be earlier in our 
marriage, because we were usually only a few dollars 
from financial disaster. Scott's problem is, he didn't 
know when to slow down. We managed over the years to 
save enough so that both girls can go to college without 
us having to scrimp. Scott made some good investments 
that has paid off. He doesn't need to work all the time 
like he used to. But he does.

One night a couple of weeks ago, Scott brought in 
another adult video. I don't care for them much, but 
I've learned that if I want sex I have to put up with 
them. They do serve the purpose of arousing Scott. This 
tape was a lot different. The theme was a white girl who 
went to work as a prostitute for a black pimp. There was 
a lot of sex between her and various black men. 

I realize that it was just a movie with professional 
actors, but for some reason it sang to me. I envied the 
girl, and her ability to have casual sex with strangers. 
I liked the idea that she got paid to have sex with a 
lot of men. There was one scene that stuck in my mind 
vividly. The scene is firmly stuck in my memory so that 
I can quote the dialog from my memory.

The woman just returned from servicing a customer... 
john, they called it. Her pimp and another man were 
waiting on her. She smiles at her pimp, and gives him a 
big, long, deep kiss.

"Get your cunt all juiced up, did you?" the pimp said.. 
The woman said she had. "Get them clothes off, and let 
us see your slick, gooey pussy." The woman glanced at 
the other man, but took her clothes off. "Look here 
Tyrone," the pimp said. "She's still wet from her black 
sexin' That mutherfucker use a rubber?" The girl said of 
course. She said she knew the rules. "Good. Get down on 
your knees and give my cock a good suckin' Me and Tyrone 
are going to give you some more black cock."

The girl, Gina or Tina, got down, and took the man's big 
black penis out of his pants and proceeded to give him 
oral sex. I have never cared for oral sex, but she made 
it look like fun. Over the next thirty minutes or so, 
the pimp, and the man called Tyrone, had sex her in 
every imaginable position and combinations. 

The finale was that both men took her. One in her vagina 
and one in her rectum. I admired, and envied the ease 
with which she took both of them in her. She appeared as 
if she liked it a lot. I said my thoughts aloud to Scott 
without think about it. The end result was Scott and I 
had sex that was greater than any in recent history for 
us. In fact our sex life took a sharp upturn for the 
next several weeks.

The words they used in that video kept running through 
my head. Pussy, cunt, whore, cock and fuck. All words 
that I hate, and never use. Scott said fuck sometimes, 
but I always chided him when he did. For some reason I 
couldn't get the nasty words out of my mind.

Scott has a client that he says is a pimp. I doubted it 
at first, but I can usually tell when Scott is lying to 
me. One night he had the audacity to tell me he had 
discussed me with the pimp. I flew into a rage. I wanted 
to choke Scott, but as quickly as the anger came, it 
left, and for some strange reason I was glad Scott 
talked to the pimp.

***

When Scott brought the tape home, I thought it was 
another video from the rental store. Scott told me it 
was special, and to wait until bedtime to watch it. I 
felt a tingle between my legs. If whatever it was, would 
get Scott an erection, I would watch it with him.

That night I finished in the bathroom first and was 
lying on the bed waiting for Scott. He came out and 
started the tape. He said that he had seen the first few 
minutes, so I was to start without him.

It was an interview for a prostitute, and when the 
camera widened out and I saw the woman I nearly fainted. 
I gasped, and Scott stuck his head out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh... my... god!" I said. "I know her. That's Holly... 
something. I can't remember her last name."

"Holly McAllister. How do you know her?" Scott said 
pushing the pause button.

"We were in the book club together," I said, staring at 
the frozen image on the TV. "She dropped out several 
months ago. I don't know the details, but something was 
wrong at home."

"Sickness," Scott said starting the tape again. "I'll be 
out in a few minutes. Keep watching."

And watch, I did. I had wondered what had happened to 
Holly. I had not seem her since the last book club 
meeting four or five months earlier. Now I knew. 
Apparently Holly had taken a job outside the home.

"This is where I stopped it," Scott said getting on the 
bed beside me. The scene showed the black man sitting on 
the bed holding his... cock, dammit. I might as well say 
it as think it. His cock was bigger than any I had ever 
seen in the porno movies Scott had brought home. I 
watched, totally enthralled, as a nude Holly went over 
and knelt down in front of the man. 

I watched without blinking, because I was afraid I might 
miss something. Holly took the man's penis... his cock, 
and stroked it, and then took it in her mouth. Neither 
Scott or I said a word as we watched her head bobbing up 
and down on his manhood. Her mouth was stretched wide 
and her cheeks were inflated as she sucked him. I 
managed to tear my eyes away long enough to glance at 
Scotts cock, and see that he was aroused.

The black man pulled Holly from his cock and pulled her 
down on the bed with him where he proceeded to take her 
forcefully. Her legs flew open, as he pressed himself 
into her. Holly moaned loudly as he enter her a little 
at a time. I could plainly hear her ask him to go 
slower, which he did. I was fascinated as I watched this 
girl I knew, being taken by this black man with the huge 
cock.

"What is his name?" I asked Scott without taking my eyes 
from the TV. "I don't want to think of him as 'that 
man', 'that pimp' or that 'black man'. I want to know 
his name."

"They call him Big R," Scott said.

Big R. okay, I had a name for the black creature that 
was fucking Holly so hard. Suddenly Holly started 
bucking, and yelling that she was coming. Big R just 
kept fucking her. That was what it was. It wasn't making 
love, having sex, or any other thing. It was fucking, 
pure and simple. Fucking. I said the word out loud, 
tasting it, savoring it, and causing Scott to stare at 
me. Holly had another orgasm, and another after that.

"How do they do that?" I asked Scott.

"How do they do what?"

"Make the camera change places and zoom in like that."

"Somebody is operating them from a remote site, I 
guess," Scott answered.

The idea that they were being watched by someone else, 
caused my heart to beat even harder. I didn't think that 
was possible. There were unseen eyes watching as his 
huge cock piston in and out of her. Unseen eyes watched 
as he withdrew his cock, and put her on her knees, and 
begun to fuck her doggy style. Eyes of an unknown person 
watched as the camera zoomed in to where Big R and Holly 
were connected, and saw the sperm gushing out around his 
black rod as it went in and out of her.

My nipples were rock hard and I stroked them to try to 
relive the aching. Big R used his sperm and her juices 
to facilitate his finger going into her.ass. He used one 
finger and then two. Suddenly he withdrew his cock from 
her. her cunt. Okay, I can say it. He took it out of her 
cunt, and rammed it in her ass. He got almost half of it 
in before she could react. Holly screamed loudly, and 
tried to crawl away from the anal intruder. It did her 
no good, because he was holding tightly to her hips. He 
jerked her back until she was fully impelled on his 
cock.

Big R held her still and didn't move himself until she 
quieted down. After she became quiet, he began to move 
his hips, slowly at first and then faster until Holly 
began to rock with him. I could see her fingers playing 
with her clitoris as he butt fucked her. I couldn't take 
any more. I grabbed the remote and stopped the tape.

"Fuck me, Scott," I said. "Fuck me like Big R did Holly. 
Make me your bitch."

Good old Scott was ready, willing and able. He was as 
excited as I was, I think. I let, no, I demanded that, 
Scott fuck me in the ass, something I hadn't let him do 
all that often. After a prolonged bout of sex, I drifted 
off into a troubled sleep. I had dreams all night of a 
black man taking me like Big R took Holly.

After Scott left for work, I managed to get a few hours 
of dreamless sleep. I got up after nine o'clock, which 
was most unusual for me. I ate a quick breakfast and did 
some detective work. I called a friend, who was also in 
the book club with Holly. Marge knew where Holly lived. 
With that information, and what I knew from the 
interview I found the phone number.

"Hi Holly? This is Beth Wheeler," I said when a woman 
answered the phone. 

"How on earth are you doing?"

"Oh, Beth, hi," she said. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm fine. We have missed you at the book club meetings, 
and I wanted to check on you."

"Why how nice of you. I had to drop out and get a job. 
Maybe in a few months I'll be able rejoin the group."

"How's your work going?" I asked. I was about to do 
something mean, and I dreaded it, because I'm not a mean 
person.

"Good, I enjoy it."

"Holly can we meet for coffee or maybe lunch? I would 
like to talk about your job. I know about Big R."

There was a long silence on the line.

"Oh, shit," Holly said softly. "How did you find out?"

"Look Holly," I said. "I'm not going to divulge your 
secrets. I have no intention of hurting you in any way. 
I promise you that. I just need to talk to you in 
person. Please meet with me."

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Holly said in a resigned tone of 
voice. "Where?"

"How about coffee in an hour at the Town and Country 
café. I know it's an imposition to you, but it's 
important to me." I knew she knew where it was because 
we had some book club meeting there for a while. She 
agreed, and I hurried off to get dressed. I don't know 
exactly why, but I felt the need to look good for Holly. 
Is that not strange? I wanted to dress up for a 
prostitute. 

***

There wasn't but two other customers in the Town and 
Country Café. The lunch crowd hadn't started and the 
breakfast crowd had gone. Holly was waiting for me at a 
table by the window.

"Sorry Holly. Am I late?" I said looking at my watch.

"No, I'm a little early. I just sit down, and I saw you 
parking. I ordered coffee for both of us. I hope that's 
okay."

"Yes, that fine. I want to thank you for meeting me," I 
said. "And I want you to know I meant what I said. I'll 
tell nobody what I know, and I won't cause you any 
trouble." Holly looked steadily at me and nodded. "You 
look great, Holly." She did look good, more confident 
and assured.

"Thank you," she said with a slight smile. "You look 
good also. How do you know Big R?"

"Actually, I don't know him," I said. I took a deep 
breath and plunged right in. "My husband knows him from 
a business relationship. I found out that you were 
working for Big R, and I wanted to ask you some 
questions about it. Rest assured, I'm not going to be 
judgmental. Oh, shoot. I'm doing this all wrong. Let me 
back up a little, and give you some background." I 
started with Scott bringing home the first interracial 
video tape, and told her everything. She let me tell my 
story without interrupting me.

"So you want to know what it's like to be a whore?" 
Holly asked when I finished. "Okay, but first let's get 
this straight. You don't want to become a whore. Not 
really. This is not a way for you to make money, because 
you don't need money. Beth, you want to be a slut. You 
are looking for adventure, for excitement, for some 
illicit sex, because you are bored, and your married sex 
life stinks. How close am I?"

I gave it some thought. "Pretty close," I admitted. " Is 
there adventure, and excitement? Can you tell me what 
it's like being... you know?"

"A whore. We can say the word," Holly said. "Sure I can. 
Is there adventure? Sure there's adventure, and there's 
excitement, and plenty of illicit sex, but it's not 
exactly like the videos. You have to be careful. 
Personal hygiene becomes a way of life for you. Hell, I 
got the crabs my second trip out. Big R is careful who 
gets to use his bitches. Ninety percent of the men are 
nice enough, it's the other ten percent you have to 
watch out for. 

"When you work for Big R you have to do some gratis 
work. You know, give his boys some pussy from time to 
time, but he makes it up to you. I know it's not 
important to you, but the money is real good. Big R 
let's his girls work as much, or as little as they want 
to. When I first started, I worked almost every day and 
night. 

"We were in debt up past our eyebrows, and getting 
deeper. When we got even with the creditors, I eased off 
some. Right now I'm only working a couple nights a week, 
and some special events. Have you and your husband ever 
swung? You know... swap parties, or that sort of thing?"

"No, nothing like that at all."

"Look Beth, I don't know what to tell you. You aren't 
really asking for advice on whether to do it or not. 
You've made up your mind about that already, haven't 
you?"

"No... I don't... I don't really know. Maybe I have. How 
many girls does Big R have working for him?"

"I don't know for sure. A dozen or so, I guess. I only 
know a few of them. The ones I know about are white. One 
is a granny."

"A granny? I guess I could qualify for that."

"Not for a few years," Holly said laughing. "His granny 
is about sixty and looks it."

"Really? There's a demand for an old woman?"

"Apparently there is a demand. I guess there are some 
black men who really get off fucking an old white woman. 
Maybe fucking their old school teacher vicariously. 
Anyway, I hear Granny does all right for herself. There 
is one white chick, Olga, who specializes in ass 
sucking." Holly laughed at my expression. "Hey, when you 
get in the business, you're going to find a lot of 
kinks. If you are strong for women's right, you need to 
find your adventure elsewhere. You try to tell Big R 
that it's your body, he'll be damned quick to tell you, 
not while you're working for him. Your body is his body, 
and he'll decide what's to be done with it. If you have 
any sexual hang-up, you better get over them. I had to 
learn a lot of things quick."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Sex with women for one thing," she said. "Have you ever 
made it with a chick?" I shook my head. "Me either until 
about three days after I started. One of Big R's friends 
shoved my face in a chick's pussy, and told me to eat 
it."

"What did you do?"

"I ate it," Holly said with a laugh. "Look, Beth, these 
guys don't ask you if you want to do this or if you 
would like to do that. They won't ask your permission. 
They tell you to do it, and you better do it or you'll 
regret it. For one thing Big R will run you off, but 
most likely, you'll get the hell slapped out of you. A 
lot of these guys will want to double up on you. I don't 
know what Big R would charge for you, but he put a three 
hundred dollar minimum on my ass. 

"One guy for an hour, three hundred. Two guys for an 
hour is only five hundred. These guys aren't rocket 
scientists, but they can do the math. Joe Blow and his 
buddy save a hundred by doubling up on me. It works both 
ways. It saves them a hundred, but it saves me an hour, 
and time is money."

"You have to do a lot of anal sex?"

"Yeah," Holly answered with a grin. "Some of the black 
guys get off doing a woman in what they think is the 
final degradation and humiliation. Look, sex is all 
about head games. I found out early on that I get a lot 
of repeat customers by acting like it's terrible for me. 
I play the part of the poor little victim as far as I 
can, and it works for me."

"Wow, there's a lot to think about isn't there?" We 
sipped out coffee in silence for a few minutes. "Let me 
ask you one more question, Holly. If you had it to do 
over would you?"

Holly didn't answer for a few moments. "In five and a 
half months I managed to get us out of debt except for 
the house and my new car. Unlike you, I was looking for 
a way out. Apparently you're looking for a way in." 
Holly paused and stared out the window for a couple of 
minutes. "Yes I would," she finally said. "Not just for 
the money, either. 

"Over the past several months I've made a discovery 
about myself that I didn't know before. I like sex. I 
like sex a lot, and I like a lot of sex. Some of Big R's 
bitches don't really like men. They don't really like 
sex. Being a whore is a means to an end for them. I was 
motivated by a need for quick cash, but along the way 
something awoke in me. I found out I like to fuck."

I noticed that two elderly women had taken the table 
next to ours. Apparently Holly had not noticed, or 
didn't care. Both women appeared to be well off, by 
their dress. One of them looked up at Holly's last 
statement.

"Good for you honey," the woman said loud enough for us 
to hear. "Fuck the silly bastards to death, and make 
them pay through the nose for it." Her companion nodded 
her head in agreement with the statement. Laughing, 
Holly and I left the café. The lunch crowd was beginning 
to arrive, anyway.

"Look, Holly," I said when we got to the curb. "Big R 
doesn't know who I am or anything about me. At least not 
yet. Please don't mention our conversation to him."

"Okay," she answered me. "However you want it. We both 
know that it's not going to be long before you try sex 
with a black man. Let me urge you to be damned careful. 
Aside from the diseases, there are other dangers you 
need to consider. If you want to try it, do it with 
somebody safe, like Big R, who will take care of you. If 
you want to talk again, let me know. I'm available for 
you. Now I have one last question for you. How did you 
find out about me?"

"Big R gave Scott a video tape of your interview. Scott 
and I watched it last night."

"Oh, I see," she said blushing slightly, "Did you like 
it?"

"Loved it! We didn't watch it all because we had to 
stop, and take care of business. We both were hot and 
horny. We stopped the tape just after Big R screwed your 
butt."

"Then you missed the part where Big R, and his friend 
Russell, doubled up on me. I think Big R added some 
other sessions on the tape. I think there might be a bit 
where I pulled a train for them. I haven't seen all of 
it yet. I'd like to see it sometime. Call me, Beth. In 
fact call me, and let me know what you think about the 
rest of the tape. " She walked away, and I hurried home 
to watch some more of the video tape.


CHAPTER FOUR

Scott's story:

The next day after Beth and I watched Holly's video was 
a long one. I had trouble focusing on my work. Two 
things were clear to me. One, I was getting a lot of hot 
sex, and two, Beth was getting very interested in this 
thing... whatever it is. I guess it was the third thing 
that bothered me most, and that is, things were not 
going to stay like they were. I didn't know if I was 
going to like the changes or not.

At lunch time I took a few minutes just to think about 
my feelings. How would I feel if Beth actually went to 
Big R? The thought of another man's dick in my wife sent 
waves of anxiety through me. When I imagined it, I also 
felt an excitement that I couldn't quite get a handle 
on. The image never failed to bring me a throbbing hard-
on. That fact couldn't be denied. There I sat at my 
desk, with a boner. I called home to see how Beth was 
doing.

"Hi, it's me," I said when she answered. "What's going 
on with you?"

"You will not believe what I just did," she sounded a 
little out of breath. "I just finished masturbating 
while watching that video of Holly." She was sure right. 
I didn't believe it. Doing that was so out of character 
for her. Saying it, even more so. "How is your day?" she 
added.

"Apparently not as good as yours," I said. "What brought 
the self gratification on?"

"I met with Holly this morning," Beth said. "We had a 
long talk about... things."

"What things?"

"Her motivation for being a prostitute. How she liked 
it, and what were some of the things she did. That sort 
of things."

"I see. Just regular girl talk, huh? Did you watch the 
rest of the video or just review what we've already 
seen?"

"Both," she giggled. "You are going to love the part you 
didn't see. I sure won't mind watching it again with 
you."

"I can't wait," I said realizing it was true. I couldn't 
wait. At that very moment I made a decision to bring in 
more accountants to do some of the work. Hell, I should 
be able to take off in the afternoon if I wanted to. 
Working my ass off suddenly got very old. That afternoon 
I started the ball rolling to buy out a competitor who 
wanted to retire. He had four CPA's working for him, and 
I'd keep all of them, and maybe even hire one more.

I was met at my front door by my beautiful wife wearing 
a slinky dressing gown. She handed me a cocktail. Both 
the dressing gown and cocktail were unusual, but most 
welcome. Beth literally dragged me to the bedroom.

"You won't believe what Big R, and some guy did to 
Holly," she said. She had the tape in the bedroom 
player, and set at where we left off the night before. 
While I watched, I took my coat and tie off. Beth lay on 
the bed, the dressing gown opened to her waist. I 
noticed that she had shaved most of her pubic hair off, 
leaving only a landing strip like Holly had.

I tore my eyes away from my wife and back to the TV. 
Holly was sitting on Big R, facing away toward the 
camera. She was leaned back so it was apparent that Big 
R's cock was in her ass. She had a look of pure 
enjoyment on her face. Another man entered the picture. 
He was also black. The stranger stood looking at Holly 
for a moment while stroking a fairly large cock. Not as 
large as Big R, but still impressive.

"Watch this, Scott," Beth said in a strained voice. 
"Watch what he does."

The man went in between their legs, reached out and took 
hold of Holly's small breasts. He twisted and pulled at 
her nipples, causing her to sit up straighter. The 
stranger leaned down and kissed Holly, still grasping 
her nipples. One of Holly's hands came up around the 
man's neck while the other was at his waist. They kissed 
for a long time and holly's hand left the man's neck and 
disappeared between them. I assumed that she had a grip 
on his cock. The camera changed position, and I could 
see that she did indeed have hold of his cock. She was 
pulling it toward her pussy.

"Watch Scott," Beth said as if I were able to be 
distracted. Fat chance of that happening right then. The 
man moved closer and Holly positioned the head of his 
cock to her cunt. Then with a lunge the man rammed his 
cock in her with one motion. Holly screamed loudly. She 
had her hands on the man's chest as if to shove him away 
from her.

"Take it easy!" Holly yelled. "Easy, dammit!" In just a 
few moments she was yelling for them to fuck her harder, 
and every few minutes she would cry out in ecstasy as 
she had an orgasm.

I looked over at Beth who was gazing at the screen and 
playing with her own wet pussy. In all the time we've 
been married, I never saw her finger herself. I took my 
pants and shorts off, and got on the bed beside her. 
With one hand she took my cock, and slowly stroked it, 
while frigging herself with the other hand. It was a 
time of many firsts for us.

"I want you in me when they gang-bang her," Beth said 
urgently. I lay back, and let her mount me, her back to 
me as Holly had been to Big R. I had to lean over to see 
around her. I could feel Beth's finger working her clit 
while I was in her. Beth came within a few seconds and 
continued to do so for the next ten minutes, until I 
came in her.

Pre-dinner sex was another new thing. I think I like it. 
Beth had dinner warming in the over and we set down with 
Carla, our youngest, and had a nice meal. Carl seem 
confused at her mothers and my antics during dinner. I 
guess we were a bit giddy. I announced that I was buying 
out old man Carlson and both Carla and Beth were 
surprised and pleased.

"Good for you Scott," Beth said. "Let the others do the 
work and you just set back and watch them. I hope you 
don't lose any of your big customers." The reference to 
"big" sent both Beth and I into a fit of laughter.

"What's wrong with you two?" Carla asked. "You are both 
acting weird." That comment caused more merriment. Carla 
seemed happy to escape from us.

Later that night as Beth and I were ready for bed, we 
talked about what was going on in our lives. The changes 
that seemed to be happening. The consensus was, we 
neither one, had a clue as to where it was leading, and 
we both knew that it was leading somewhere.

"The only thing that bothers me is, will you love me no 
matter what," Beth said.

"I can hopefully put your mind at ease on that," I told 
her. "We've been through too much to let something 
happen. Yes, Beth, I'll always love you no matter what. 
When do you want to meet him?" She didn't answer for so 
long I thought she had gone to sleep.

"Not where Holly did," she said softly. "Someplace 
where... I don't know. How about here?"

"When?"

"Soon, I think. Maybe for dinner or for cocktails."

"I'll let you know," I said. Soon we were both asleep.

The next morning I called Big R.

"Good morning Mister Morgan," I said. "My wife and I 
would like for you to come for dinner. Would Friday 
night be convenient? "

"And a good morning to you also, Mister Wheeler," came 
Big R's voice. "I don't know why we don't dispense with 
the misters, do you? I have to wonder who you are 
inviting to dinner. Roland Morgan or Big R?" That 
question completely threw me for a moment. I managed to 
recover.

"Both," I answered. "Roland Morgan for dinner and maybe 
Big R for after dinner drinks. Do you think that could 
be arranged?"

"Certainly, Scott," he answered with a chuckle. "I 
assume your friend liked the video?"

"Loved it, Roland," I answered. "Absolutely loved it. 
I'll see you at seven o'clock Friday evening." I gave 
him directions to my house and hung up, with a silly 
sense of satisfaction.


CHAPTER FIVE

Beth's story:

Holy cow I did it! I told Scott I wanted to meet Big R. 
Scott didn't let any grass grow under his feet. He call 
me the next morning and told me that we would be hosting 
a dinner for a client named Roland Morgan on Friday 
night. It's Big R, I could tell by the sound of Scott's 
voice.

The rest of that day, and all day Friday I was almost 
beside myself. When we host a dinner for a client, I use 
a caterer. It was simpler, and a lot easier on my 
nerves. I was so filled with anxiety that I doubt that I 
could have boiled water.

By Friday afternoon I was calm. Of course I had a little 
help from a bottle of Jack Daniels. I tried on several 
outfits and discarded all of them. I finally settled on 
a simple, but expensive black cocktail dress. It had a 
rather daring neckline, and spaghetti straps. The dress 
came to mid thigh. Sexy, but elegant, I thought. I 
didn't wear a bra. My legs have a nice tan and I didn't 
wear stockings. Just a pair of black pumps. Scott came 
home as I finished dressing. He apparently approved.

"Wow, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat." I gave 
him a big kiss. "Ah, I think I taste of the nectar from 
Lynchburg Tennessee on your lips. Why don't you fix me 
one while I grab a shower?"

"Sure thing, sugar-booger," I said playfully. "Carla is 
spending the night with a friend. They are going to a 
movie first."

At fifteen minutes until seven, everything was ready. I 
was getting butterflies again, which annoyed me. I 
wasn't a silly school girl waiting on her first date. I 
am a married housewife with children waiting on. I 
laughed out loud, and said it out loud. "A pimp."

"What was that dear?" Scott asked.

"I said, I heard a car door. It must be him."

When the door bell rang, Scott went to the door. "Hey, 
Roland, come on in." 

I stood nervously waiting in the hallway. The school 
girl jitters were back. 

"Roland is there somebody waiting in your car?" I heard 
Scott say.

"Yeah, That's Russell, or Russ some call him. He's 
usually around somewhere close."

"Do you want to invite him in?" Scott asked uncertainly.

"Nah, he's fine. I'll call him if he's needed. Nice 
place you got here."

"Thanks, Roland. Come and meet the wife." That was my 
cue. I came into the living room. "Honey, there you are, 
this is Roland Morgan. Roland, my wife Beth."

"Mrs. Wheeler, it so a pleasure to meet you," Roland 
said.

"Now Mister Morgan you must call me Beth," I said.

"Okay, but you must call me Roland. I was just telling 
Scott that you have a beautiful place here. Please 
excuse me, while I mention to Scott what a beautiful 
wife he has, also."

Roland Morgan just oozed charm. Then and all through 
dinner. He regaled us with stories about himself and his 
various endeavors. Nothing about his being a pimp was 
mentioned or even hinted at. From every appearance he 
was Roland Morgan, charming businessman. I began to 
wonder if I had made a mistake, and that he wasn't Big 
R, the pimp.

After dinner we went out onto the patio for drinks. My 
head was slightly buzzing from the wine we had with 
dinner and the Jack Daniels before.

"So Big R," Scott said when we were seated with the 
drinks. "Everything cool on the street?"

"Yeah man, everything is super cool. Strip joint is 
jumpin' and the girls are jivin'. Life is good."

"What night is best for your bitches?" Scott asked. 
Something had happened. It was like I had left the room 
during a movie, and nobody told me what had happened 
while I was gone.

"Friday is usually pretty good 'cause it's payday for a 
lot of guys," the black man said. "So that's lay-day for 
some. Course every night is good if you got the right 
ladies working for you. I got a opening that I plan to 
interview for later. Can't have too many vacancies, you 
know." 

His voice was even different. I blinked a couple of 
times to make sure he was the same man. "I always give 
my bitches a test drive before I put them to work." He 
was looking across at me. I felt myself beginning to 
moisten. Was this really happening?

"What makes a good streetwalker?" Scott asked, glancing 
at me.

"I don't know. I got nothing but prime pussy, and I 
don't put them on the street. All my bitches are top 
grade. Some say table grade, cause they are good for 
eatin'" He was looking at me while talking to Scott. My 
face felt flush. My whole body felt flush.

"How do you test drive them?' Scott inquired.

"A gal come to me and says she wants to go to work 
selling her pussy. That don't mean she any good at it. 
Before I sell her ass, I have to know if it's any good 
or not. Not every woman who wants to be a ho can do the 
job. Takes a certain kind of woman to be a good whore."

"What kind of woman?" I heard myself ask. I was sitting 
beside Scott on the porch sofa, and Roland, who had 
suddenly became Big R, was sitting across from us in a 
chair. Scott got up to get more drinks, and when he did, 
Big R came over and sat beside me.

"First of all she's got to want to be a whore, or has to 
be a whore. The ones that want to are the best. They got 
to be able to learn the tricks of the trade, and do it 
pretty quick. Them that don't learn will be out turning 
tricks on the street pretty soon. Good whores like to 
fuck." He put his hand on my thigh where the dress 
stopped. He rubbed my leg with the tips of his fingers. 
"Every once in a while I get a bitch that's just curious 
about what it would be like to fuck a black man."

"How does that work?" Scott said. He handed us the 
drinks and took a seat across from us.

"Depends," Big R said continuing to stroke my leg. "I 
fuck'em of course. 

Most of the time I call Russell in to fuck'em , too. I 
value his opinion. Sometimes that satisfies them, and I 
never see them again. Most of the time I make a few buck 
off their ass before they decide to try something else. 
Once in a great while I find a jewel. That very special 
woman who goes wild for black cock, and can't get enough 
of it. The woman in the video you saw, was one such 
jewel. She's made me a bunch of money and having a ball 
doing it. Everybody wins."

"Holly," I said without thinking.

"Yes, Holly," Big R said. His stroking had moved the hem 
of my dress up almost high enough to expose my black 
panties. " Holly discovered that she enjoyed being the 
center of attention of a couple black studs. She found 
out that she loves it when two or more men of color fuck 
her." He stopped stroking me and put his arm around my 
shoulders and pulled me closer to him. 

"Tell me, Beth, do you think you would enjoy a big, 
hard, black cock?" I wasn't sure I could actually form 
words, so I just nodded my head. Big R flicked the thin 
strap off my shoulder. "Yes, I think you would. I think 
Scott would enjoy watching you get fucked by a black 
cock or two. Isn't that right, Scott?"

"Yes," Scott answered almost inaudibly. "I would."

Big R set his drink on the table beside the sofa and 
pulled the other strap from my shoulder. "Scott would 
you go out to the car and ask Russell to come in, 
please. I'm going to fuck Beth, and Russell always gets 
a kick watching it happen when I fuck a white woman for 
her first time." Scott quickly left the patio.

It all sounded so matter of fact, as if he were 
discussing some inane subject, and not the sexual taking 
of another person. One of his hands rested on by breast 
and the other pulled the top of my dress down, 
completely exposing my breasts. Scott was back soon, 
followed by another man.

"Ah, here is my main man, Russell. Russ, this is Beth. 
For the time being, Beth belongs to Scott. Doesn't Beth 
have nice tits?"

"Yeah, nice big titties," Russell said. He came over and 
took both my breasts in his hands and hefted them like a 
couple of melons. "Yeah R, them's nice fat tits." He 
pinched my nipples, casing a shiver to run through me.

"They are indeed, Russ," Big R said. "Scott, would you 
be so kind as to show Russ and I where the bedroom is. 
We are going to fuck Beth now." He had to help me up 
from the sofa. My knees were not strong enough to hold 
me. My mind seemed frozen. As we went through the living 
room, Big R unzipped my dress, and when it fell to the 
floor, I stepped out of it, and we continued on. I was 
now wearing only panties and heels, my full breasts 
swayed as we walked to the bedroom, following Scott and 
the man called Russ. Big R fondled one breast as we 
went.

I stopped just inside the bedroom door. I think when I 
saw the bed, it all became clear to me. Suddenly what 
had been surreal became very real. Until that moment it 
had not been really happening. But now I understood that 
I was going to be... fucked. Fucked by two black men on 
my bed, in my house, and my husband was going to watch. 
I felt Big R give me a gentle push toward the bed. It 
wasn't hard, it wasn't even an insistent push. More of a 
reminder that I wanted this to happen. I went on into 
the bedroom.

"Say this," Big R said. "I am Beth Wheeler. I am over 
the age of eighteen, and I want to be fucked by these 
two black men. Say today's date." Russell held up a 
small recorder, and I repeated the words.

I felt Big R pulling my panties down. I could also feel 
the wetness between my legs. Scott sat down on my 
dressing stool, and Russell took off his clothes. I 
could sense that Big R was also taking off his clothing, 
but I didn't turn around to look. I kept my eyes on my 
husband. I felt Big R's hand on my butt. I felt him 
caressing me. I felt his finger reaching my pussy from 
behind. I opened my legs to accommodate him. He inserted 
one finger in me and then another.

"She's wet, Russ," Big R said. "Very wet and ready. Turn 
around Beth and look at me." I did as he said. A very 
unremarkable man with a remarkable cock. It was not 
sticking out, but it was hard. His cock looked much 
larger than it had in the video. "Do you want to suck my 
cock, Beth?" I nodded, still not trusting my vocal 
abilities. "Get on your knees, Beth. Take my cock in 
your hands, and feel how hard it is for you. Take it 
into your mouth, and worship my black cock."

I did as he told me to do. His cock was hot and heavy, 
and big. It seemed to pulsate with a life of its own. I 
licked the small drop of moisture from the tip, and then 
put as much of it as I could into my mouth. Big R's cock 
had a kind of sweet taste, almost like honey. I sucked 
and licked his cock for a few minutes, and then I 
realized that Russell had moved beside Big R, and he was 
holding his cock out to me. 

I alternated between the two men for a long time. 
Sucking first one then the other. Russell's cock had a 
slight salty taste, and was not as large as Big R's. Big 
R and Little R, but Little R was still larger than any 
cock I had ever seen, let alone held and sucked. I 
wasn't aware at the time that Russell handed a camcorder 
to Scott who taped the whole thing.

"Bitch is pretty good, ain't she R?" Russell said.

"Yeah, pretty good cocksucker, Russ," Big R responded. I 
took ridiculous pride in their words. "Hey Beth! You 
ready to get some black cock in your cunt?"

I heard someone, me I guess, say, "Yesss. I want black 
cock in me."

From that point on, it's mostly a kaleidoscope of 
orgasms with a tiny bit of pain mixed in. I think I 
climaxed more in a few hours than all of my life 
previously. Big R took me first, then handed me off to 
Russell. I lost track of who fucked me when. I had at 
least one cock in me for over two hours straight. 

Much of the time I had both cocks in me. That tiny bit 
of pain came when Big R stuck that awesome cock in my 
ass for the first time. I do remember screaming at him 
to take it out, but he didn't. He and Russell both 
fucked me in my ass at least twice more. I vaguely 
remember Scott putting me in the shower. I was semi-
comatose at the time. 

The next thing I remember was waking up, the sun shining 
in the bedroom window and birds singing outside.


CHAPTER SIX

Scott's story:

I left Bath sleeping peacefully and went in to the 
office. There were a couple of things that needed to be 
done, and my new employees weren't up to speed on my 
stuff. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate on 
numbers. I sat alone at my desk and wrestled with a 
number of conflicting emotions. I felt anger at Beth, 
and at myself, I felt betrayal of both Beth, and myself. 

I felt remorse, and I felt uncertainty. The guilt came 
from my part in the debauchery. I, Scott Wheeler, set it 
up, made it happen, and watched it happen. I wondered 
what Beth was feeling about it. Was she angry at me, at 
herself? Did she have remorse? After a couple of 
fruitless hours I closed the files, turned off the 
computer, and made ready to leave. I was almost to the 
door when the phone rang.

"Hi Scott," came Roland Morgan's voice. "Beth said you 
left a note that you were working."

"Hi Roland," I said. "Yeah, had some work to do. You 
talked with Beth, then?"

"Oh yeah, we had a nice little chat. She said her butt 
was a little tender but otherwise she was okay. How you 
doin'? You about ate up with guilt yet? Have you got 
over being pissed off yet?"

"What makes you think I'm pissed off?"

"Come on Scott," he said laughing. "Husbands always feel 
bad the next day after they see their wives getting the 
fucking of a lifetime. Mostly they get pissed at me, and 
that's okay with me. You and I both know it was going to 
happen sooner or later. The thoughts was in her head. 
She saw pictures of blacks fucking whites, and she was 
bound to try it. The question you have to address is, 
was it a one shot deal, or does she want more?"

"I didn't talk to her this morning," I said. "What did 
she tell you?"

"I didn't ask. That's something you two will have to 
work out between you. My educated guess is, she'll do 
whatever you want her to do. You've been married a long 
time, so she's got pretty good at compromising, and 
going along with you. If I were you, I'd just cool it a 
few days and see what develops. One thing to keep in 
mind is how much she liked what happened to her. If you 
will be honest with yourself, you liked it, too. I'll 
send you a copy of the tape you made last night. I'll be 
in touch." He hung up.

I got home about noon, and Beth was her normally 
cheerful self. She had lunch ready for me. I started 
several times that afternoon to bring it up, and force a 
discussion, but I refrained from doing so. Sunday we 
lounged around and watched Carla and her friends play in 
the pool.

By Wednesday I was busy merging my company with the one 
I bought. It was a busy time for me, and I managed to 
push what I thought of as the "dark incident" to the 
back part of my brain. By Friday evening things seemed 
to be going smoothly at work. I lucked out with my new 
employees. Two men and two women, and all seemed to know 
their way around a set of books.

After dinner that night, Beth and I were having a drink 
on the patio. 

Neither of us had said much, and I don't know why I 
brought it up.

"Your ass still sore?" I asked out of a clear sky. Beth 
stared at me through the twilight then laughed.

"No, that didn't last but a couple days. It never was 
too bad. I'm going out on a limb here, but I assume 
you're ready to talk about it."

"Yeah, I guess I am. It's been a long week for me."

"I guess so. Are you all right now?"

"Yes," I answered a little surprised that it was mostly 
true. "Are you?"

"I'm fine," she answered. "I had a few bad moments on 
Saturday morning when I woke up alone. Until I found the 
note, I thought you had left me for good."

"Not bloody likely," I said with a laugh. "I'm not going 
to give up the best cocksucker and whore for black cock 
around. Tell me about it from your perception."

"I'm not sure I can," she answered also laughing. "I've 
tried all week to play it all back in my mind. I just 
remember having a thousand orgasms."

"A thousand, you say?"

"Okay, that's an exaggeration," she said smiling at me. 
"I do know I had a lot of them. Big ones like I use to 
get back when."

"Was it better than sex with me?" I had not planned on 
asking that stupid question.

"No, not better. just different. Sex with you is easy, 
laidback, and sweet. Sex with Russell and Big R was raw. 
There was nothing easy or sweet about it. It was 
unrefined animal passion."

"And you liked it?"

"Yes, I liked it."

"Are you going to continue having raw sex with them?" 
There it was; the sixty four thousand dollar question.

"That is up to you, Scott," she said evenly. "I'm not 
going to jeopardize our marriage and friendship just to 
have sex."

"So if I say it's all right, you'll do it again?"

"Yes I will," she answered immediately.

"If I say it's okay, you'll be a whore for Big R?"

"Yes," she said. "I would like to try it, but not at the 
risk of losing you. You tell me."

I thought about that. I thought about it and felt good, 
but don't ask me why. A psychiatrist probably would say 
that I had control issues. That I was okay with things 
as long as I made the decisions, or that I needed the 
illusion that I was in control. Or the shrink may simple 
say that I was crazy. I suspect that the good doctor 
would use fancier words to say that I was a whacko. But 
there it was. 

A calmness settled over me like a warm and comfortable 
blanket. It was Scott Wheeler's call. I could say no 
way, José, and Beth would do it my way, and be unhappy. 
Maybe not unhappy, just left unfulfilled with a hollow 
spot in her spirit. On the other hand, I could give her 
permission, and she would be a happy wife... and whore. 
What to do, what to do?

"I want you to do whatever makes you happy, Beth. I've 
never wanted anything but that. Give it a try, if you 
want to." There was this little imp sitting on my 
shoulder laughing his ass off. He was laughing and 
calling me a cuckold chump. Fuck you little imp. I bet I 
was going to get lucky. Good luck finding a slut imp.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Scott's story:

So my wife, Beth, went to work for Big R. As any 
knowledgeable manager, Big R put her in a training 
program. The schooling was mostly just fucking her in 
various ways, and combinations of partners. I wasn't 
allowed to be present for most of her training, and I 
eagerly looked forward to her detailed description of 
it. From what Beth told me, Big R took a active part in 
her instruction. In every class, if that's the correct 
term, someone made a video, and from it, critiqued her 
performance. I did get to see some of the training 
videos.

Let me back up just a few days to where Beth told Big R 
that she would be a whore for him.

"Good for you, Beth," Big R said. We were in our den on 
the Saturday afternoon after I made the decision to 
"allowed" Beth to go to work. Our daughter, Carla, had 
gone to the lake with some of her friends, so it was 
just the three of us in the house. "I'm glad you will be 
coming on board. I know I can make a lot of money 
peddling your pussy around town, but mainly I wanted 
some more of your fine tight gash. You'll make a great 
whore for me."

"It wasn't just my decision, Roland," Beth said. She was 
actually beaming at his comments about her attributes 
and skills. Beth refused to call him by his street name. 
I think, in her mind, that set her apart from his other 
whores. "Scott agreed for me to try it. This is 
something we both agreed on." I suspect that last 
comment was for my benefit. "So what do we do now?"

"First things first," Big R said unzipping his fly. "You 
give me some head." He released his huge cock. Beth 
didn't hesitate. She went, knelt down, and took his cock 
in her mouth. She sucked him for about five minutes. 
"I'm going to shoot-off in your mouth. Swallow every 
drop of my come."

My Beth did exactly that. She swallowed his load except 
for a small dribble that ran down her chin. She caught 
that with her finger, and put it back in her mouth.

"Good girl," Big R said smiling. "Your training starts 
tonight. Russell will come for you at eight. Someone 
will bring you back tomorrow afternoon or early evening. 
You won't need a change of clothes, but you may want to 
bring your own cosmetics, toothbrush, and things of that 
nature. I'll see you tonight, my sweet little whore."

Beth's story:

I'm a whore in training. An intern, if you will. Russell 
and another man, Tony, came to pick me up to begin my 
training. By the time they arrived, I was a nervous 
wreck, and I admit it. This whole thing was totally 
foreign to me. I will have to say that even though he 
was supportive, Scott was also apprehensive. He walked 
the floor with me.

"Got your shit?" Russell asked. He was standing at my 
front door and Tony waited in the back seat of the car. 
I gave Scott a quick kiss, and walked with Russ to the 
car. "Get in the back with Tony," Russell said.

Tony seemed nice enough. We made small talk on the way 
to where ever we were going. After a while I noticed 
that we were in a part of town that was predominately 
black. Russell pulled the car to the curb, and stopped.

"Take your shirt off. bra, too," Russell said. "I'm 
talkin' to you Beth. Nobody wants to see Tony topless."

I'm not a timid or meek person by nature, but 
submissiveness seemed to be called for. I took the t-
shirt off and also my bra. Tony rolled the tinted window 
down on both sides of the car, and Russell drove slowly 
up one street and down another. There was still enough 
daylight for the people on the sidewalks to see my 
breasts. Tony made sure they did, by yelling and 
jiggling my breasts out the window at pedestrians and 
drivers alike. I had never been so mortified in my life. 
I tried to scrunch down in the seat.

"Relax, cunt," Tony said. "We're just doin' some 
advertising promotion. Fuck it, nobody down here knows 
who the fuck you are anyway. " When that fact soaked in, 
I did relax some. He was right, I didn't know anybody in 
this part of town, but apparently Tony and Russell were 
well known.

"Hey, look! Big R has some new white pussy." "Hey Russ 
when we goina get some of that?" "Look at them 
knockers!" Were some of the comments hurled back at us. 
We stopped at a light, and one heavy-set black woman 
displayed her gigantic breasts, yelling that mine 
couldn't hold a candle to hers. She was correct, one of 
hers wouldn't fit in a bushel basket.

After what seemed an eternity, Russell pulled to a stop 
in front of a house. "Here we are," he announced, and 
shut off the engine. I reached for my shirt. "You won't 
be needing that," he said. There were five or six black 
men gathered just down the sidewalk a few yards.

I walked, bare breasted from the car, up a sidewalk, to 
the front door. Fuck it! They didn't know me. Some of 
the watching men made ribald comments as I walked to the 
house.

The house, from the outside, was in better condition 
than the neighboring houses. The yard was well 
maintained, and the house was recently painted. Tony, 
carrying my shirt, bra, and bag, opened the door for me. 
Inside was a long hallway that ran the length of the 
house to a back door. Doors, some open, were on either 
side of the hall. 

Tony steered me to the first door on the right. It was a 
living room, or at least had been designed as one. Now 
it was. I'm not sure exactly. Along the front wall, 
under the windows, were mattresses end to end from one 
side of the room to the other. There was a low, padded 
table in the center of the room. Several couches and 
chairs were scattered about. All empty except one. Holly 
McAllister sat smiling at me.

"Hi, Beth," Holly said. "Welcome to the den of 
iniquity."

"Hello Holly," I stammered, "Fancy seeing you here."

"Oh, that's not unusual," she said. "I'm here a lot. I 
see they gave you the tittie ride through town. Shame on 
you Russ, and you too, Tony." Neither man seemed to be 
shamed. They both grinned at her.

"You're just pissed 'cause Beth has something to show, 
and you don't," Russell said.

"You never seemed to mind," Holly responded. "I remember 
that you like to suck on my tiny titties."

"Yeah, I figured if I sucked hard enough and long enough 
they might get big enough to see good." They kept up a 
good natured bantering for a few minutes until Roland 
entered the room.

"Good, you're here. Let the fucking begin," Roland said. 
He proved to be a man of action. He came over to where I 
stood and took me into his arms and kissed me long and 
deep, fondling my breasts as he did. While he held me in 
his embrace, someone removed my shorts and panties by 
simply pulling them down.

Roland walked me backward to the low padded table. He 
pushed me down on to it and pushed my legs apart, and my 
knees back until I lay there completely exposed and 
vulnerable. With one hand, he removed his clothes while 
the other hand roughly opened me up. He put two fingers 
in me and used his thumb on my clitoris to stimulate me. 
I didn't need much. I had been ready for this since he 
told me to come to him.

"Are you ready for some black cock?" Roland asked me. I 
nodded. "Tell me what you want, Beth. Tell me exactly 
what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to... fuck me," I managed to say. "I want 
you to shove your black cock in me and fuck me." I was 
only vaguely aware that there were others in the room 
with us. Right at that moment the world had compacted 
into just the two of us. Roland used his big dick to 
play with my pussy. He hit my clit with his mighty cock, 
and worked it up and down my slit for a few moments, and 
suddenly did what I ask him to do. He shoved his cock in 
me and fucked me. 

Roland fucked me hard for a few minutes and then 
withdrew, Russell was next, then Tony. The three of them 
took turns for the next half hour, or so. Time ceased to 
matter. I managed to glance over at Holly. Apparently it 
was her job to keep the guys ready for me by sucking and 
stroking them until it was their turn.

I discovered the table was adjustable. They would lower 
it when they wanted to do me dog fashion, and raise it 
for other positions. Tony was the first to do me in my 
butt. He wasn't quite as large as Roland or Russell, but 
big enough to have hurt me if he hadn't taken it easy. 
Apparently that signaled the next phase. They double 
teamed me for a long while. It seemed to me that Roland 
particularly liked to be in my pussy when another man 
penetrated my butt.

I don't recall the time, but it must have been nearly 
ten o'clock when they let me have a break. By break I 
mean from the men. Roland had Holly lay down on her back 
on the table and told me to eat her. No preparation, no 
leading up to it, just "eat her".

Not since junior high have I ever even considered having 
sex with a woman. Even then it was just girlish 
curiosity. I got on my knees between Holly's spread 
legs.

"I don't know what to do," I said.

"Lick her pussy," Roland said. He knelt beside me. 
"Nibble her clit. Use your tongue, and go deep in her. 
Eat her cunt, like you would want me to eat yours."

I did as he instructed. It wasn't anywhere near as 
disgusting as I had thought it would be. If fact it was 
kinda nice to make Holly squirm around on the table. It 
was exhilarating to make her orgasm, which she did a 
couple of times.

"Okay, you whores get into a sixty-nine. Beth, get your 
sloppy cunt down on Holly's face," Roland commanded. He 
was certainly right. I was sloppy. I didn't know how 
many loads of sperm they had put in me, but it had to be 
a lot. I got up on the table and mounted Holly. There 
was no hesitation on her part. Her tongue went right to 
my pussy and she started to lick, and suck the come out 
of me. I climaxed within a few minutes.

Roland let us do oral sex on one another for a long 
while. I had three or four beautiful orgasms. While we 
were still in the sixty-nine position , one of the guys, 
Tony, I think Put his cock in my pussy and fucked me. 
The combination of Holly's tongue and lips and Tony's 
cock was too much. 

I started to climax, and just kept doing it for a long, 
long time. One after the other until I thought I would 
pass out from the excitement. I never knew I was multi-
orgasmic. After that I had to rest. I made it to the 
mattresses and flopped down. I may have gone to sleep 
for a little while. I do remember hearing Holly's 
screams of passion while I rested.

By midnight I was up, rested, showered, and back in the 
thick of things. Holly had gone home and I was the only 
woman there. They had managed to find two other black 
men to service me. I assumed that the two new men were 
not part of the inner circle, because they had to wear 
condoms except for the blow jobs I did for them. I 
didn't find out until later they were paying customers. 
The sex continued until the wee hours of the morning.

After a few hours of blissful sleep I was awaken by 
fingers in my pussy. An unusual, but pleasurable way to 
wake up. It was Russell who fingered me awake.

"Big R will be here in about half an hour," he informed 
me. "He's bringing breakfast for me and a hard-on for 
you. After I fuck you, you can get showered." Russell 
threw the covers all the way off of me, climbed on the 
bed, and proceeded to fuck me. That was how Sunday 
begun. I was still in the shower when Roland arrived

"Come on Sweet Tits, Hurry it up," he called through the 
bathroom door. "I brought you something to eat."

"Food?" I called back. "I'll be dressed in a few 
seconds."

"You don't need no clothes. Haul your naked ass out 
here. You done laid around in bed, wastin' half the day. 
You got a customer to fuck in an hour, so shake a leg."

"Really," I said opening the door. "I thought that I was 
going to be in training for a week or more."

"I like you fresh from the shower," Roland said taking 
my naked body in his arms. "You smell good enough to 
eat. Training? Oh yeah. Hell, Honey Cunt, life is 
training. We never stop learning. This gig just popped 
up, and you're tailor made for the job. The man said he 
was looking for some fresh pussy. He didn't want a girl, 
he wants a woman, and Sugar, you are all woman. Go eat 
before I throw your white ass on that bed and fuck the 
shit out of you."

"You say the sweetest things," I said, grabbing a robe 
from the foot of the bed. "This guy, is he black?"

Roland laughed, "Black? Yeah, I'd say so. Fucker's 
straight from the motherland. He a prince, or some such 
shit, from Kenya or Bumfuck Egypt. Some place in Africa. 
He's clean, and got papers to prove it so he won't be 
using a rubber" he mumbled something as we went to the 
kitchen.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"What?"

"You said he won't be using a rubber, and you mumbled 
something else I didn't hear. What was it?"

"Hell, I don't know. Go eat and then get dressed. I 
brought you some rags to wear."

Roland's "Rags" was an expensive, silk, floor length 
dress that was see-through in the right light. It had a 
slit up both sides nearly to the waist and a deep 
plunging neckline. It fit me perfectly and I wore it 
sans bra or panties. Russell called it a "fuck me now" 
dress.

Thirty minutes later I introduced myself to a man whose 
name was an unpronounceable string of consonants, mostly 
Y's and X's. fortunately he asked me to call him Reggie. 
Reggie was as black as a crow's wing, and nearly seven 
feet tall. The top of my head only reached his chest. I 
had to crane my neck to look up at him. At first I 
thought his face had been burned until I saw the scars 
had a pattern to them. I assumed they were tribal 
markings. Reggie spoke English with a heavy accent, but 
he was mostly understandable. Roland had left me at the 
door to Reggie's room, walking away without a backward 
glance.

"Make yourself comfortable," Reggie said. "Would you 
like some champagne?" I told him champagne would be 
nice. I was hopeful that it would settle my unsettled 
stomach. Reggie poured us each a glass, and handed one 
to me. "Please take a seat," he said indicating a place 
by him.

"May I be so bold as to ask you some questions?" Reggie 
asked me. I nodded, and waited for him to continue. "It 
is my understanding that you have only recently came 
to... how shall I say it? Prostitution, is the correct 
word?" I told him that I thought it was the word he was 
searching for. "You are a married lady?" Again I told 
him that was correct. "You like the men with dark skin?" 
I nodded. "You like the men with the big... ah, what is 
the word I seek?"

"Cock?" I supplied holding my hands up and about six 
inches apart. He smiled and moved my hands farther 
apart. When he smiled I saw that his teeth were filed to 
a point.

"Yes, that is a good word. Rooster, eh? I like that 
word. Cock," he said again. "This is something you take 
pleasure in?"

"I like a man who can use whatever he has. Size without 
ability is of no value. Don't you agree?" He smile again 
showing his pointed teeth.

"And when you encounter a man of great size and great 
ability, you would enjoy such a man?"

"I do believe I would," I answered smiling back at him. 
The butterflies had mostly all flown away.

"Then the gods smile on you," he said seriously. "I have 
great size, and I shall prove my capability. Would you 
disrobe for me please?"

I stood up and unzipped the back of the dress. I let the 
shoulder straps fall away and the dress fell around my 
ankles. Reggie stared at me, and I noticed that his eyes 
had yellow flecks in them. It reminded me of a close up 
photo I had seen of a tiger. Standing nude before this 
stranger I was extremely aware that I didn't have the 
body of a young woman. I was aware that age and gravity 
had taken over, even thought I fought against it with 
diet and exercise.

"I asked for a beautiful mature woman," Reggie said. 
"You far exceed my expectations." I breathed a sigh of 
relief. It didn't appear that he was going to toss me 
out of his suite. He stood up, and took off the tunic he 
was wearing, displaying a massive scar covered chest. 
When he removed his shorts I know I moaned out loud. 
There, hanging between his legs, was the largest cock I 
had ever seen on a human. It had to be a foot long and 
as big around as my forearm. He smiled at my reaction. I 
knew what Roland had mumbled then. I don't think they 
make a condom to fit something like that.

"Does it frighten you, little one?" he asked gently. I 
nodded my head. "I am aware that most white women cannot 
accommodate all of my spear. I will not force you to 
take more than you can. It is my purpose to give you 
nothing but great pleasure." He took a step toward me. 
"I am told you are skilled in giving oral pleasure. 
Please do so."

I went to my knees and reached for his cock. He called 
it a spear and that fit. I had to stretch my mouth to 
take it in. I realized quickly that I couldn't maintain 
that for very long without my jaw cramping. Reggie 
seemed content with me licking and kissing his massive 
tool. The head of his cock was slightly smaller than the 
shaft and I was able to take the very tip into my mouth 
comfortably. As I sucked and stroked him, his cock grew, 
not so much in length, but in circumference. It also 
became rigid, and warmer as his blood flooded into it. I 
worshiped his cock with my mouth for several minutes 
before he urged me to my feet.

"It is time for us to copulate," he said. "I like the 
word fuck, but I understand it is not always acceptable 
in your culture."

"It seems to be getting more so," I said just for 
something to say. He steered me toward the bedroom of 
the suite. I could feel the moisture in my pussy, and I 
could even smell the heat of my excitement. When he put 
me on the bed everything seemed to zoom in on my pussy. 
My genitalia became the center of the universe for me. 
Reggie proved to be a gentle lover at first. He pushed 
my legs apart, bent his head and licked and nibbled my 
clitoris causing the first of many orgasms.

Reggie penetrated me slowly, giving me a chance to 
adjust to his size. He demonstrated a lot of restraint, 
more than the other black men that had taken me. He 
probably had to developed self control because of his 
massive cock. It took nearly ten minutes for him to get 
most of his cock in me. He bottomed out with only an 
inch or so not in me. I had never felt so completely 
full before, and I was glad I had used the giant dildo, 
Scott bought for me as a joke.

For the next hour and some minutes, Reggie fucked me in 
every position. He was considerate, and only bumped my 
cervix a few times. Even when he did, it didn't hurt, it 
only served to remind me of his great size and it added 
to the enjoyment of being screwed by a giant black man 
from Africa. I almost giggled when I thought of how I 
was being "royally screwed" by an African prince.

Suddenly Reggie shuddered and groaned. He ejaculated 
with a gush of come, filling me to overflowing. I felt 
the rush of his sperm filling me and that caused a 
racking climax for me. He lay still on me for a few 
minutes. I could feel his cock softening inside of me. 
Sweat poured off of him, drenching me. Neither of us 
moved for several minutes. I wasn't even sure I could 
move. Finally Reggie rolled off of me with a contented 
sigh.

"That was magnificent," he said. "Absolutely wonderful, 
little one. You are the best I have ever had." 

I basked in his lavish praise.

After a while I got up from the bed and went to the 
shower. A moment later, Reggie joined me in the large 
shower cabinet. He carefully and lovingly washed every 
part of my body, first with soap and hot water, and 
finally with his tongue. I could see that his cock was 
on the rise, as was my own heat. A short while later, 
still wet from the shower, we were back on the bed going 
at it again.

Later after I had many more orgasms and Reggie came, we 
lay on the bed not moving or talking for a long time. He 
seemed to be thinking about something. Finally he rolled 
over and looked down at me.

"I'm wondering if you would consider taking another 
man?" He shook his head, "I mean, would you think it 
rude if I ask my body man to join us?"

"Body man?" I said. "I'm sorry I don't understand."

"My half brother is also my body man, a valet if you 
prefer. Also my body guard and servant," Reggie said. 
"He has always wished to take a white woman in her... 
back hole. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he was saying. He 
wanted some dude to fuck my ass. "Is his spear as large 
as yours?"

Reggie smiled and shook his head. "No he is much smaller 
than I am. If you agree, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt 
you."

"Sure, why not?" I said. I wasn't sure I could take much 
more sex ,but the customer is always right, I've heard 
it said.

The body man, Sam, came quickly when Reggie summoned 
him. Sam was a smaller version of Reggie. Before he 
arrived, I pulled the cover over me. They conversed in 
Swahili, or something, for a few moments. Reggie told me 
that Sam didn't speak English at all.

Sam 's look of surprise when Reggie pulled the cover off 
of me, and exposed my body to his gaze, was priceless. 
His eyes lit up, and he grinned big, showing his pointed 
teeth. Sam started to get on the bed fully clothed and 
Reggie stopped him. Sam quickly removed his tunic and 
shorts and kicked his sandals off with such force that 
one hit the ceiling. 

Sam jumped onto the bed, and hovered over me, just 
looking at me for a long time. He put a tentative hand 
on my breast and stroked it. He became more bold, and 
took the other breast and played with both of them. 

Reggie was telling Sam something which Sam seemed to be 
enthusiastically agreeing with. From the tone of 
Reggie's voice, I suspected Sam was being warned not to 
hurt me. At least I hoped that what it was. Sam's cock 
wasn't anywhere near as big as Reggie's but it was still 
large by my standards.

Sam wasn't as gentle as Reggie had been, nor did he need 
to be. He fucked my pussy for a while and then switched 
to my ass. That took a sometime, but was worth the wait. 
After Sam finished, Reggie took another turn. There was 
no way in hell I was going to let him stick his baseball 
bat size cock in my butt, but that seemed to be all 
right with him. While Reggie was fucking me doggy style, 
I motioned Sam to come. I gave him a blow job while 
Reggie worked his magic on the other end.

I wasn't sure of the protocol since no one told me how 
long a whore stays with her customer. Roland hadn't 
mentioned it, but one thing was certain. I wasn't going 
to quit as long as Reggie and Sam wanted to go, even if 
it took all day, which it almost did. I didn't leave the 
hotel until nearly five o'clock that afternoon. Before I 
left Reggie, he handed me an envelope. He told me that 
the fee had been paid, and the contents of the envelope 
was just for me. It was a thousand dollars. Pretty nice 
tip, I thought.

Russell picked me up, and took me home. Knowing my 
husband was waiting for me to tell him all the details I 
pondered whether to share, or for now, withhold my 
bisexual conversion. With a self-satisfied chuckle I 
remembered an expression I had heard somewhere. After 
being "royally screwed" by an African prince that 
expression, "Great Horn of Africa," most definitely took 
on an entirely new provocative meaning!


CHAPTER EIGHT

Beth's story:

After all those years of being "just" a housewife, I'm 
finally working outside the home. I'll be the first to 
admit that my occupation is unusual and unconventional. 
It's also illegal in most places. I'm a prostitute.

I'll also admit that it is probably unusual for a woman 
to enter the profession at the age of thirty-eight. My 
husband of twenty years, Scott Wheeler, is a successful 
accountant and my life was comfortable, so it wasn't a 
need for money that prompted me to become a prostitute. 
Maybe it was because my life was so comfortable that 
motivated me to try it.

One night I watched a triple X videotape with Scott that 
depicted a young white woman who had supposedly been 
sold into white slavery to a black pimp. Something about 
that video reached out to me. I felt a mixture of 
emotions for the woman. I felt fear for her, I felt 
concern for her wellbeing, I felt compassion for her, 
but most of all I felt pure envy. Watching her with 
various men doing a wide variety of sex acts with them 
awakened something in me... in both Scott and I.

Me with a black pimp and other black men became a 
bedroom fantasy for us, and we role played for weeks. As 
luck would have it, Scott had a client that, among other 
things, was a pimp. To make a long story short Scott 
invited the pimp, Roland Morgan, whose street name is 
Big R, to our home for dinner one evening. Roland and a 
friend of his, Russell, did exactly what both Scott and 
I wanted them to do. 

They fucked me in my bedroom while Scott watched and 
videotaped my introduction to sex with not just one but 
two black men. It wasn't but a few days later that with 
Scott's concurrence I became the newest whore in Big R's 
stable.

Because money wasn't the motivation for my entry into 
the ranks of professional whoredom, I basically worked 
when I wanted to. Because of my status I "dated" a lot 
during the day, so I was home most nights. What amazed 
me most was, I was in fairly high demand. Roland set the 
basic fee on me at five hundred dollars an hour. Men 
actually willingly and cheerfully paid that price and 
asked for other "dates" with me. Roland has one other 
woman, who commands a higher fee. Tina is her name and 
she is twenty years old that looks like a fifteen year 
old girl. Men willingly pay one thousand dollars an hour 
for her, and she stays busy. At thirty-eight I'm nearly 
at the other end of the age spectrum. I think Roland has 
a couple ladies older than me.

One of my very first paying customers was an African 
Prince who's anglicized name is Reggie, because his real 
name in unpronounceable. I met Reggie during my first 
week of training, and he has returned to town several 
times since, each time requesting me.

Reggie has a half brother, named Sam, who always 
accompanies him. Usually Reggie invites Sam to join us 
in bed. I think it was the third date that I measured 
Reggie's cock. I had to because I was eaten up with 
curiosity. Using my tape measure from home, I measured 
Reggie at eleven and three-quarters inches long and 
seven and a half inches in circumference. Poor Sam was 
only nine and a half long and five around. My husband 
scoffed when I used the term "poor Sam". Scott was 
right. In any other circumstance, Sam would be 
considered "hung." I've learned that cock size is 
relative.

I mention Reggie because of all the men I have "dated" 
in the past few months, he stands out. Not so much 
because of his physical size, which is considerable, but 
because he is a considerate lover. If Reggie weren't 
gentle, I wouldn't get within ten feet of him and his 
gigantic cock. That brings me to the story I want to 
tell.

It was early in the week, a Tuesday I think, that I got 
a call from Roland. 

It was mid-morning as I recall.

"Good morning Pretty pussy," Roland said when I answered 
the phone. "What's shakin'?"

"What do you want to shake?" I provocatively replied.

He chuckled. "I got a date for you. A big one." Roland 
sounded excited, which was unusual for him.

"Tell me about it," I said as my heart rate picked up. 
His excitement was contagious.

"Your African stud is coming to town this weekend," 
Rolland said. My silent reaction was, 'Nothing overly 
exciting there.' I always enjoyed my dates with Reggie 
and Sam, but it wasn't an earthshaking event. I waited 
for the rest. "Apparently there is some sort of trade 
convention going on. Prince Reggie is bringing a whole 
delegation to this country. They want to book some of my 
gals for the entertainment."

"Okay," I said. "Sounds like you are going to make some 
money out of it. So what?" In all honestly I was more 
than a little miffed that I had not been requested as 
Reggie's solo date, as I had been on several occasions.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Roland said. "They 
want you and two other girls for a whole weekend. They 
got a lodge reserved out by Joy Lake. Honey, we're 
talking about some serious money here." That sounded 
better to me. At least Reggie had mentioned my name.

"How many in this delegation?" I asked.

"Fourteen total," Rolland said. "Who do you want to go 
with you?"

"I didn't agree to go," I said. "Fourteen Africans and 
three women? Roland, I know about these Africans. They 
can go all night and half the day. They'll wear us out. 
The equation sucks, count me out."

"Come on Beth," Roland said. "You girls will split half 
of fifty grand for one lousy weekend. That's good money 
in anybody's book." I quickly did the math. Roland was 
right. Eight thousand dollars and change was good money.

"Eight thousand is good money, Roland. I'm sure some of 
your women will jump at the chance. No amount of money 
is good if we get fucked to death trying to earn it. 
Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass."

That should have been the end of it. Roland had never 
questioned my decisions before. It wasn't the end of it. 
Roland tried persuasion, then begging, and finally 
threats. I got angry, and I hung up on him. Something 
was wrong. Rolland had never put money before his girls 
that I was aware of. It had to be something more than 
his fifty percent of the fifty thousand dollars.


CHPATER NINE

Holly's story:

My name is Holly McAllister and I'm a white whore for 
black men. My story is simple enough. My husband, 
Jefferson McAllister got sick. So sick he was out of 
work for over six months. We needed money, and we needed 
it quick. Without skills, training, nor experience I 
wasn't a good candidate for a good paying jobs anywhere. 
I heard about a pimp named Big R. I applied, auditioned, 
and got the job all in the same day. I spent the first 
few days just being fucked by black men. And I do mean a 
lot of black men.

Over the next four or five months I managed to get Jeff 
and I out of debt. I worked like a dog, night and day. I 
wouldn't even have a guess as to how many black cocks I 
had in me during that time. I know it was a lot of them. 
After we reached financial solvency, I stopped being a 
whore night and day. I cut back to a few times a week 
and a few special occasions for what might be considered 
a financial maintenance workload. But in truth by that 
time I was irrevocably hooked on black cock.

My husband had never really come to grips with me being 
a whore. He never said it in so many words, but I could 
tell. I don't know if it was his hurt pride or being 
ashamed of me and what I was doing, or some combination 
of both. I assured him many times that it wasn't his 
fault that he got sick. I tried to assure him that it 
was just one of those things that happen to people.

Whatever the cause, it was affecting our marriage. Jeff 
tried to punish me by withholding sex from me. He 
apparently hadn't given that enough thought. When he 
wouldn't give me sex, I just went on a date and got 
plenty. After Jeff saw that wasn't going to work, he 
tried to stonewall me. He would go for days without 
talking to me except for the occasional grunt. Big deal! 
I have two small children, so I get plenty of 
conversation. I can always have a lively discussion with 
one of my clients if I feel the need. Some of them want 
to talk.

After the stonewalling didn't work he tried to shame me. 
That pissed me off the most. When he would start, I 
would interrupt with a story about one of my clients. I 
would tell him about the size of the stud's cock and 
what the stud would do to me. That shut Jeff up pretty 
quick. Basically we were destroying each other, and it 
sucked the big one. Our marriage is quickly becoming a 
thing of the past.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Big R called me with a 
date assignment. He was glowing about what a perfect 
date it was, and how much money I would make. It sounded 
perfect until he mentioned that it was an all weekend 
gig.

"Big R," I interrupted him. "You know I have two small 
children, and I can't be gone all weekend. You'll have 
to find somebody else."

"Wait, Holly. This is a big deal for all of us." He went 
on to explain about a trade delegation from Africa 
coming in. That set off a bell in my brain.

"Are you talking about that African prince that Beth 
dates?"

"Yeah, Beth can't make it. You and two other girls split 
twenty-five grand for the weekend. That some serious 
money, and I'll."

"Why can't Beth make it?" I interrupted again.

"How the hell do I know? Suppose it's some woman 
trouble. Got her period or something. What difference 
does that make?"

"None, I guess," I said. "I still can't get away all 
weekend. Sorry, Big R."

Big R went into a rage. He begged and pleaded, and made 
some threats that pissed me off. I hung up on him. I 
knew something wasn't right, so I called Beth.

"Yes, he called me this morning," Beth said. "I took a 
pass on it. I know something about the Africans. Three 
women to service fourteen African men would be murder 
under any conditions, but all weekend? I don't think so. 
I wouldn't even want to be with just Reggie for that 
long. Roland is going to get somebody hurt with that 
setup."

"I took a pass on it also," I said. "It really pissed 
Big R off though. He threatened to post my name, phone 
number, and address on the Internet and around town. Can 
you believe that?"

"Yes I can. He threatened me with the same. I don't know 
what's gotten into him. It surely can't be the money. 
Hey, let's get together for lunch tomorrow."

I agreed that it sounded good and we made a date for 
noon the next day.

I noticed him about two blocks from my house. There was 
a time, not all that long ago, if I saw a black man 
following me, I would have panicked and screamed for the 
cops. Now I wasn't all that concerned. Besides I 
recognized him.

I met Beth at the café, and we sat by a window and 
caught up on what we had been doing.

"Is Russell following you or me?" Beth asked after we 
had been there a while.

"Me, I think," I answered. "I saw him behind me on the 
way here. Is he still out there?"

"Yes, he's sitting in a car just down the street. Any 
idea what he's up to?"

"No, unless he's on a mission from Big R to get us to 
change our minds about the weekend. Has he contacted you 
since yesterday?"

Beth shook her head. "No, I haven't heard from him. I 
know all that business has something to do with 
something else besides selling our pussy to a bunch of 
Africans. Roland sounded desperate." We had finished our 
lunch.

"Why don't we just go out, and see what Russ has to 
say," I suggested. That was what Beth and I did.

"What's up Russ?" I asked approaching the driver's 
window.

"Not a whole lot," Russ answered grinning at both Beth 
and I. "Now that ain't exactly the truth. Big R is in 
trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Beth asked.

"He's done gone and jumped in bed with them African 
niggers. Some import shit I don't understand. Anyway, R 
stands to lose everything if they don't come through 
with their end of the deal. As I understand it, the head 
nigger is holding out for a party this weekend. What's 
his name? The Prince?"

"Reggie," Beth supplied.

"Yeah, Reggie," Russ said. "He doesn't want just any 
woman. He wants you, Beth. He done told R that if you 
ain't comin' he's going to forget the deal. R tried to 
sell him your ass, Holly, but the stuck-up prick don't 
want nobody but Beth, and whoever she brings for the 
rest of the gang. R's a prideful man, but I told him to 
talk with you, Beth. I know you wouldn't want R to go 
down the shitter."

"I know he has a lot of pride," Beth said. "But, 
Russell, what he's asking is too much. Fourteen African 
men and three women are unreasonable."

"There ain't fourteen men. They got a couple women and 
some of the men are old farts. One of the old men is 
Reggie's daddy. He's got to be seventy or more." Russ 
shook his head. "I don't know why R didn't just tell you 
that his self. Another thing, R offered to send a woman 
for every man, but Reggie didn't want that. He's lookin' 
for an orgy, I guess. R don't know I came to talk with 
you gals, so don't tell him I did."

I glanced at Beth. She seemed to be giving the matter a 
great deal of thought. I too, was trying to think whom I 
could get to take care of my kids all weekend. Big R had 
been good to me, and I didn't want to see him get hurt.

"Okay," Beth said after a while. "The odds are better 
than I first thought. It's still going to be rough, but 
I think it should be manageable. What about you, Holly? 
Can you make it?"

"I have two kids," I said. "I don't see how."

"I've got that covered for you. Carla, my daughter, is 
always looking for ways to make money. She's good with 
kids, and she can cook. Scott can be a general overseer, 
just to make sure everything is okay. Whom can we line 
up for the third woman?"

"Lou," I answered immediately. "She would do it, I'm 
sure."

"Do I know her?" Beth asked.

"No, I don't think so. They moved here a few months ago. 
Her husband was confined to a wheelchair, but he passed 
away right after they moved here. I know Lou got left 
with a lot of bills and could use the money."

"Yeah, that Lou is a good fuck," Russ said. "She's done 
got way behind in her fuckin' and needs to catch up. 
Between you three, you'll fuck them jungle bunnies to 
death. When you going to see R?"

I glanced at Beth and she nodded. "Right now," I said. 
"Where is he?"

"He's at the main office, I guess," Russ answered. "You 
gals give me a fifteen minute start and I'll make sure 
he's there for you."


CHAPTER NINE

Beth's story:

I knew it had to be something big for Roland to act like 
he did. His conduct was so out of character for him. 
Holly and I went back into the café, and had another cup 
of coffee. We killed about fifteen minutes then left 
together to visit Roland. The initial part of our visit 
didn't go very well.

"What the fuck do you bitches want?" Roland snapped when 
he saw us enter his office. Roland maintained a couple 
offices, but his main office was in back of a liquor 
store on South Washington Street. That was where we 
were. It was also where Roland interviewed most of his 
new whores. There was a bedroom behind the office. Poor 
Roland looked like he had aged ten years in the week and 
a half since I last saw him. Russell stood beside his 
desk with a worried look on his face.

"We thought we needed to talk to you Roland," I said. 
"Why don't."

"Why don't you get the fuck out of here?" Roland yelled, 
throwing a ballpoint pen in our general direction.

"God dammit, R, shut the fuck up, and listen for a 
change," Russell yelled at Roland. It shocked Roland, it 
shocked Holly and I, and I think it shocked Russell. In 
all the times I had been with both of them, Russell 
always deferred to Roland. He was the perfect submissive 
employee. "Boss, I don't exactly understand why, but 
these gals like you. It ain't going to hurt you none to 
listen to what they have to say. You damned sure can't 
be any worse off than you are now."

Roland stared at Russell hard for a few moments before 
nodding his head a couple of times. "It appears that 
someone has been talking out of school. What did you 
tell them Russ?"

"I told them that you was hard up against it with these 
jungle bunnies. Shit, boss, I don't know why you didn't 
tell them to begin with. At least you should have told 
Beth. Fuckin' bull headedness if you ask me. Neither of 
these gals has ever said a bad thing against you even 
though they had reasons from time to time. Hell, you 
didn't bother to tell Beth that some of them folks were 
women and old men who couldn't get it up if their life 
depended on it. What the fuck was that all about, 
anyway?"

Roland didn't comment for several minutes. He looked 
first at Russell and then at Holly and me. Finally he 
gave a big sigh.

"Okay since all of you seemed hell-bent and determined 
to get your noses in my business, I'll tell you. Russ 
couldn't tell you much because he don't know much. I've 
been negotiating for a long time with the government 
that Reggie represents. Initially I invested two million 
dollars in a deal for me to be the exclusive importer of 
some authentic African artifacts and collector stuff. 
Then I had to invest some more money and still later 
some more money that I didn't have handy. I borrowed it 
and now Reggie is trying to renege on me. After some 
discussion he came up with the orgy plan. All I had to 
do was talk you, Beth, into showing up with a couple 
more gals and party with the group. That was supposed to 
satisfy Reggie and he'd sign the deal."

"So why is he so adamant about just three girls?" I 
asked. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Didn't to me either." Roland said. "He said he didn't 
want it to look like there was a bunch of whores running 
around. He told me that there would be enough, and would 
just look like some of the guys just got lucky. He 
didn't put it like that, but that's what he was getting 
to. Something I found out later was his old man is with 
the delegation. Maybe Pop is against his kid having sex. 
I don't know. Reggie hit the ceiling when I told him you 
couldn't make it to his love-in. He got a real thing for 
you Beth."

"Call him back and tell him that I can make it," I said. 
"Tell him I didn't understand that he was going to be 
there. Tell him I'm all excited about it, but that I 
have concerns about the safety of my friends. We want 
some guarantees that they will be okay, and not abused 
in any way. Holly wants the third woman to be Lou. Can 
you make that work?"

Roland looked like he had the weight of the world 
removed from his shoulders. He snatched the phone and 
punched a set of numbers, listened a moment and, punched 
in some more numbers.

"Reggie, my man. It's Roland Morgan. Look, I have some 
good news. Beth can make it after all... yeah man, I 
didn't tell it to her right. She didn't know it was you 
that wanted her... that's right, she'll be there. Okay 
look there is one thing. Beth is a softhearted woman. 
She's worried about how the other girls will be used. 
She don't want nobody getting hurt. Yeah, she knows all 
about you guys and what you can do." Roland listened for 
a moment and handed the telephone to me.

"Hello, Reggie, is that you?" I said.

"It is I," came the voice of Prince Reggie. "I am happy 
to hear your voice."

"Yes it's good to hear your voice too. It's been much 
too long. Nearly a month since I last felt your spear."

"Yes, too long, dear Beth. So I understand that you will 
be at the lodge this weekend. That makes me very happy. 
I assure you that nothing will befall your friends. This 
meeting is important to me. My father wishes to meet 
you. As a matter of fact, he has ordered that he meets 
you."

"Wonderful, I'm looking forward to meeting him." I said. 
"I know how you and your countrymen can be with your 
mighty spears. You must caution your men to be careful 
and take it easy."

Reggie replied cheerfully, "That is no problem. I think 
I may have bragged to my father too much about the 
wonderful Beth."

Suddenly I had a thought. "Okay then. There is just one 
more small detail. Stop fucking with Roland, and get the 
signed contracts to him before the weekend." There was a 
long pause. Reggie cleared his throat a few times and 
asked to speak with Roland. I handed the phone back to a 
shocked Roland. Roland listened, holding the phone out 
from his ear.

"Hell, man, I didn't know she was going to say that. I 
didn't. Okay, I'll be expecting them tomorrow." Roland 
hung up the phone and stared at it a moment. "Son of a 
bitch! He's sending the papers up from Washington 
tomorrow by messenger. Halleluiah, I'm saved! You did 
it! You saved my bacon! What's wrong with you, Beth? You 
look like you bit into something sour."

"Something is up," I said. "I'm not sure what, but why 
would Reggie give up so easily. He already has your 
money. He doesn't need pussy that bad. What is he up 
to?"

"Beats me," Roland said grinning. "I owe you big time, 
Beth. You too Holly."

"You owe Russ," Holly said. "If he hadn't tracked us 
down, and told us the facts you'd still are screwed."

"Roland," I said reaching a decision. "I want some high 
powered security at that lodge."

"Security? What are you talking about?" Roland asked.

"When Holly, Lou and I get ready to leave, I want to 
make sure we can. I want someone there to get us out if 
necessary. That Reggie is up to something, and until I 
know what, I want some big men with guns close by."

"That's reasonable, R," Russell said. "You want me to 
take care of that?"

"Yes, you're right. See to it Russ," Roland said. "It's 
a small price to pay for their safety. Get that Black 
Diamond bunch. They're tough as nails."

"Black Diamond bunch?" Holly said. "What's that?"

"They are a street gang gone big time in security." 
Russell said with a laugh. "Best thing about them is 
when you buy them they stay bought, and when you buy 
them you bought all fifty or so of them. Boss, the only 
problem I see is, that will mean a lot of black faces 
around that place. Might cause some concerns with the 
locals."

"The Africans reserved the whole place exclusively," 
Roland said. "They don't know how many black faces are 
supposed to be around there. Maybe you can get some of 
the Diamonds on the staff."

Holly and I left them to figure it out.


CHAPTER TEN

Lou's Story:

I'm Louise Collins. I've been called Lou ever since I 
was a little girl. I guess I look like someone who 
should be called Lou. I married my high school 
sweetheart just after he finished college. Things were 
storybook idyllic for us until three years ago when my 
husband, Charles, was the victim of a drunk driver. The 
crash left him paralyzed from the waist down.

I've never been one to complain much. I still don't, 
except to myself when I lay in bed, unfulfilled and 
lonely. I wouldn't want to count the times I cried 
myself to sleep in sexual frustration. Charles and I had 
an extremely active sex life even before we got married, 
and in the blink of an eye it all changed. At thirty-two 
I had needs. One day I was unnecessarily cross with 
Charles. I don't remember now what precipitated it.

"You need to get laid," Charles said looking up at me 
from his wheel chair.

"Yeah, right," I snapped.

"I'm serious Lou," he said. "You need a stiff dick, and 
God knows I haven't got one anymore. Go get fucked." It 
took me a moment to realize he was being serious.

"Charles, I can't do that. I made a vow to you."

"And I release you from that vow," he said reaching for 
my hand. "Lou, I've watched you slide down a little more 
every day since the accident. The Lou I married, the Lou 
I love, is disappearing right before my eyes. I'm 
crippled, not stupid. I know you have needs that I can't 
provide. The only thing I ask is that you don't tell me 
anything about any affair you might have. Don't tell me 
anything, just do it."

I held on to my pride, for lack of a better word, for a 
few weeks longer. I had an affair with a married man I 
worked with. It helped, but wasn't what I wanted. I 
picked a guy up from a bar one night. It was fun, but 
again, still not what I was looking for. One afternoon I 
was on my way home when I saw a black man and a white 
woman walking down the sidewalk holding hands. She was 
dressed in what only can be described as sluttish 
clothes. I had driven on down the street for a few 
blocks when it hit me. She was a prostitute. That small 
white woman was going to have sex with that big black 
man.

I wondered how I would be as a prostitute. I quickly put 
the thought out of my mind. First of all, I reasoned, 
Charles and I were fairly well known in our small town. 
I don't think our families could stand the knowledge 
that I was a whore. It just wouldn't work.

Twice a week I drove Charles to another town about two 
hours away, for treatment. It was a larger city, and I 
didn't know a soul there, except for some of the doctors 
and staff at the hospital. Charles' therapy took about 
two hours, so I usually sat in the coffee shop reading a 
book. One day I got to the coffee shop and realized that 
I left my book in the car. I got a cup of coffee, and 
was sitting at a table just staring off into space.

"What's a pretty woman like you doing looking so sad?" a 
voice said. I looked up to see a young black man wearing 
scrubs, looking down at me. He was holding a cup of 
coffee in his hand. "Mind if I join you?" He didn't give 
me a chance to say yes or no. He sat down and 
immediately told me a joke. It wasn't all that funny, 
but I laughed to be polite. He told another one that was 
cute.

"I guess you got someone in here?" he said. I told him 
that I was waiting on my husband. After a while I found 
myself telling that stranger all about my miserable 
life. I really unburdened myself on that poor man. When 
he managed to get a word in, he told me he was in his 
last year of residency, and that his name was William 
Morgan. In an effort to make a long story shorter, on my 
next trip, William and I went to a motel, and had sex. 
Great sex, I might add. William was my first black 
lover. It got to be a routine with us. Twice a week for 
the next couple of months we would meet for sex.

One afternoon after a wonderful screw we were lying on 
the bed trying to get our passions cool enough to go 
back to the real world outside the motel door. I told 
William how much I enjoyed our times together. That was 
when he told me that it would be our last time together. 
He had been accepted at a hospital out on the west coast 
somewhere. I was devastated. I had gotten used to our 
twice-weekly sex and I didn't want to go back to the way 
it had been.

"Lou, it doesn't have to be that way. You are a 
passionate woman. You need to be fucked on a regular 
basis." That was when William gave me a name to contact. 
His uncle, he told me, was a pimp that ran a string of 
white women for black men. I was not only devastated, 
now I was pissed off. I left William there and went back 
to my old routine. But something was missing and that 
something was sex.

It took me almost a month to summon up enough nerve to 
call William's uncle. Two important things happened at 
about the same time. The insurance money was running out 
and I was very horny. I called Roland Morgan from the 
public phone at the hospital and made an appointment to 
meet him on my next trip.

I met him in an office in back of a liquor store at the 
edge of the seedier part of town. Big R, as he preferred 
to be called, was charming, but blunt.

"My nephew said you might be calling me," Big R said. 
"He seemed to be quite taken with you. Tell me, Lou, why 
do you want to be a whore?"

"I could use the money and I like to fuck." I can be 
blunt also.

He smiled at me, "Good answer. Those are two excellent 
reasons to be a whore. William told me about your 
husband. Rotten luck. Since you and William have been 
fucking for several months, I'm going to assume you 
don't have a problem with fucking black men. Have you 
ever had a threesome? How about a gang-bang? Ever ate a 
pussy?"

I told him the truth. I had never engaged in any of that 
sort of activity. 

He asked me if I had a problem with any of it.

"No, I don't think so," I told him. "All except that 
last part. I'm not sure I could do that."

"Sure you can," he said laughing at me. "You just eat a 
woman the same way you would want to be eaten." Big R 
had me take off my clothing and stand nude in front of 
him, and to display myself to a video camera. He took me 
into another room and had sex with me. Big R deserved 
his nickname. He was larger than any other man I had 
ever had, by far, and I loved it. Another man came into 
the room. His name was Russell, I found out later. He 
had sex with me. I had a threesome with both of them. I 
wasn't overly happy when Russell screwed my ass, but I 
got used to it. I particularly liked it when they both 
penetrated me with Russell in my butt and Big R in my 
pussy.

Two weeks later Charles and I moved. I told Charles that 
the move was to cut down on expenses. Big R helped find 
us a nice place that was already fixed up for a 
wheelchair.

I didn't even bother to look for legitimate work. I 
became a full time whore for black cock and I threw 
myself into my new profession. With all the money I was 
making, I was able to buy some nice extra things for 
Charles, like a great stereo system and a big screen TV. 
There is no way Charles couldn't know what was going on, 
but I kept our agreement, and didn't tell him anything 
about what I was doing.

Two months after we moved Charles died. The doctors 
didn't know exactly why he just stopped breathing one 
afternoon. I was there for which I'll always be 
grateful.

Suddenly rationalizing my reason for being a whore was 
gone. Nevertheless, not only do I love what I'm doing, 
but also I've become sexually addicted to big black 
cocks. I haven't bothered to think about how long I'll 
continue to do what I do. It hasn't seemed necessary to 
do much thinking.

I don't know many of Big R's whores. I've met a few 
along the way. I suppose if I have a friend in the 
profession, it would be Holly. Holly was my first woman. 
We were at a house Big R owns when we got together. We 
were supposed to work a bachelor party and Big R 
insisted we practice. I didn't know that part of the act 
was to engage in some girl-girl stuff. I thought it 
would be just the two of us screwing a bunch of guys. 
That's why I wondered about the practice session.

Holly went down on me first and frankly I liked it. Big 
R told Holly and I to get into a sixty-nine. When Holly 
swung around and her pussy came down on my face, it just 
seemed natural to lick her. It wasn't bad at all. In 
fact I rather enjoyed it. Having sex with a woman was 
new, different, and admittedly exciting for me.

Big R and Russell were both there. While Big R fucked me 
from behind I willingly ate her pussy while she sucked 
Russell. That daisy chain was a lot of fun.

While I enjoy having sex with a woman, nothing takes the 
place of a hard cock in my pussy. I think of sex with a 
woman as something to do until a stiff cock comes along.

When Holly called me and told me about the gig at Joy 
Lake, I felt a surge of excitement. It sounded 
dangerous, sexy, and that's a heady combination. It 
sounded like it would be a blast. I accepted almost 
immediately and arranged to meet with Holly and a woman 
named Beth that afternoon.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

Beth's Story:

Holly and Lou arrived at five o'clock. I had the coffee 
made, and we sat at my kitchen table.

"First of all, Lou, I said. "This is a weird deal from 
the get-go." I told her what I knew about the Africans 
and a little about Roland's deal with them. "What spooks 
me is the fact that Reggie folded so easily on the 
contracts. Maybe I jumping at shadows, but maybe not." I 
told her about the special security we were going to 
have.

"Sounds like you have us covered," Lou said. I like Lou 
immediately. She was personable, pretty, friendly, and 
outgoing. Something happened during that meeting that 
had never happened to me before. I found myself 
wondering how she looked with her clothes off. I 
wondered what she tasted like.

Lou asked, "So it will be a group thing?"

"As far as I know," I answered. "There will be at least 
ten men, and it would be a safe bet that they won't 
stand in line."

Lou excitedly asked multiple questions, "I heard you 
were the head man's main squeeze. The one he asks for 
when he comes to town? I hear he has a fourteen-inch 
cock. Is that true?"

To being Reggie's regular 'date' I admitted that was 
true. Regarding the size of his cock I countered, "No it 
not true. Reggie is just under twelve inches, but he's 
thick." I had to laugh at her expression. "As you can 
imagine, it takes a while for him to get it loaded."

"I've always wanted to try a cock that big," Lou 
wistfully said.

"Maybe you will have an opportunity. I don't know how 
Reggie plans to divvy up the workload."

"So when are we supposed to be there?" Holly asked.

"We'll go down tomorrow afternoon so as to be there by 
five o'clock. We'll leave there Sunday afternoon. At 
least that's the plan. I looked up as Scott came in the 
back door.

"Hi ladies," Scott said. He gave me a peck on the cheek 
and the same for Holly. Scott knew Holly because we had 
a couple threesomes with her. Scott seemed fascinated by 
Holly's tiny boobs.

"Scott this is Lou. Lou, Scott is my husband," I said.

"Hi Lou, nice to meet you," Scott said shaking her hand. 
"So you're the third member of the African hoedown?" Lou 
glanced at me.

"He knows everything. I don't keep secrets from him," I 
explained. Lou looked at me strangely for a moment 
before smiling.

"Yep, that's would be me," she said to Scott. "You have 
to be the most wonderful husband in the world."

"Well, that's certainly true," Scott said with a laugh. 
"Modestly prevents me from going in to detail of how 
great I really am."

"I'll have to agree that's he's pretty special," Holly 
piped up. "Not a bad fucker for an old white guy."

"Where do you get that 'old' shit?" Scott said in mock 
seriousness. "Grow some tits and we'll talk."

"I take it you all three know each other pretty well," 
Lou said.

"Yeah, pretty well," Holly said. "Scott walked in on 
Beth and I one afternoon. He took one look at me and 
fell madly in love with my boobs."

"He seemed to like your pussy pretty well, too," I said. 
We all laughed at my quip.

"I can tell you that seeing two women going to it will 
give a hard on to a dead man," Scott said. "Damndest 
thing I ever saw."

"So you liked that did you?" Lou asked Scott and looking 
directly at me. 

"Maybe we can blow his mind with three women. What do 
you think?"

"I'm game," Holly said. "Kids are with Carla getting 
acquainted so I'm in no hurry."

I certainly didn't have to give it any thought. It 
sounded perfect to me. I got up from the table. "Let's 
go someplace and get better acquainted," I said. "Like 
the bedroom." I think Holly had her clothes off before 
we got to the bedroom.

While Holly and Scott fooled around Lou and I sensually 
explored one another. Lou had a nice figure. Her 
breasts, while not as large as mine, were perfectly 
shaped. She had huge areoles and her nipples were twice 
as long as mine. Maybe three quarters of an inch long, 
and apparently very sensitive. She had a small orgasm 
while I nibbled on her spiked nipples.

As my sensually kissing lips and lustfully laving tongue 
descended across Lou's tippling stomach I realized the 
reason for the sudden and unexpected arousal I felt upon 
meeting her. I was sexually attracted to her unlike any 
other woman I knew including Holly. As my tongue 
teasingly peeled apart her cunt lips, my finger slipped 
between, sought and found her g-spot. Finger fucking Lou 
while ravenously feasting on her luscious honey pot 
enabled me to realize bisexuality was as integral a part 
of my expanded sexuality as ebony and ivory interracial 
heterosexual whoring.

One thing we discovered that afternoon and evening was 
three women and a man can have a lot of fun. We began 
with Scott fucking Lou while she ate me and I ate Holly 
and Holly rimmed and finger fucked Scott's ass. No 
matter what variation of our daisy chain we moved into 
for the rest of our group session somehow or another 
either I was eating Lou or she was eating me 
ecstatically proving she was equally enamored with me. 
Good old Scott rose to the occasion, several times.


CHAPTER TWELEVE

Scott's Story:

I walked in the door and there sat three lovely women. 
Three fine looking whores. I wonder how many men have 
ever been able to make such a statement? Of course I 
knew my wife, Beth, and Holly. Beth and I have played 
with Holly several times in the recent past. I love 
Holly's two little tits, the perfect little cones that 
sit high on her chest. I can just suck on her puffy 
nipples all night.

I was introduced to Lou. I looked at, and admired all 
three women. There was a likeness although none of them 
looked alike. Holly was the smallest, then Lou, and then 
my Beth. I wondered if I would see them all naked, to 
make a comparison that way.

It didn't take but a few minutes for the conversation to 
turn to sex and it didn't take long for that to turn 
into bedroom frolicking. While I played with my two 
favorite tits, Beth and Lou got acquainted. I never 
thought I would live so long as to see my wife with her 
head between another woman's legs.

I was amazed at what four people can do, especially when 
three of them are the same sex. There are more positions 
than I thought possible, and all of them fun. It was 
about nine o'clock when they took pity on me, and took a 
break. The pizza I ordered came, and we took 
nourishment. Beth, Holly and Lou may not have needed it, 
but I damned sure did. I found it difficult to sit 
eating pizza with three near naked women.

"Holly was right," Lou said to me. "You are pretty good, 
color and age notwithstanding."

"Why thank you," I replied. "Nice of you to say. Now can 
I ask a question? Have any of you ever heard the 
expression, 'Now that you had white, you can't be 
quiet'."

"As a matter-of-fact no," Holly said laughing. "I have a 
question for Lou. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever 
done?"

"Oh my," Lou said, "That's a tough question coming from 
the queen of kink."

"Hey, how did I get to be queen of kink?" Holly 
demanded.

"Didn't you tell me that you let a guy use a real snake 
to fuck you?" Lou asked sweetly.

"Well, yeah, but it was just that one time," Holly said.

"Had to be a white guy," Beth said. "I hardly ever run 
into a kinky black guy. The black dude just wants some 
head and get to the fucking. It's always the white man 
who wants something off-the-wall."

"You are sure right about that," Lou said. "Either of 
you girls ever done the bondage and discipline bit?"

"Yeah once," Holly said. "I didn't like being tied up. 
Hey, that was a white guy, too. You may be on to 
something, Beth."

"I had a white guy just a few months ago that wanted me 
to fuck his damned dog," Lou said. "Stupid jerk. Ain't 
no brother gonna let a dog have his nookie."

"There was this white guy that fucked me with a stalk of 
celery," Holly said. "Anybody want that last piece of 
pizza?"

"You know Holly," I said. "As much as you eat, you would 
think you would have grown some tits by now."

"I noticed you seem to like what little she has," Beth 
said with a chuckle. 

"A stalk of celery, Holly?"

"Yeah, but that's not the worst. There's this guy that 
thinks he an inventor. He's always making these fuck 
machines. He used one on me a couple of weeks ago."

"My God, Holly don't you ever say no?" Beth asked 
laughing.

"Hardly ever," Holly admitted. "I'm too afraid I'll miss 
something fun. Anyway the last gadget the guy came up 
with was great. I lay down on a cot and the guy got it 
all adjusted and turned it on. Duffus sat by the cot and 
drank beer while his machine did all the work. Best lay 
I ever got at his place." By the time she finished her 
ribald tale we all were laughing fit to be tied.

"You know," Lou said when the laughter subsided. "With 
all the black guys I've been with, you would think I 
would have ran into at least one super cock. You know 
one of those twelve to fourteen inch jobs. So far, Big R 
has had the biggest."

"The stereotype black super cock is a myth," I said. 
"Very few, if any, around."

"Ha, tell that to Reggie," my wife said. " He's carrying 
nearly a foot of black meat."

"Sounds super to me," Holly said. "Frankly I don't care 
if I ever get one that big. I rather have one that just 
fits snug. I'd rather be tickled to death than stabbed 
to death. You fit me just fine, Scott." Holly wiped the 
last of the pizza sauce from her mouth, and came and sat 
down on my lap. "I think your cock is super."

"Thank you my dear," I said. "You aren't fooling me, you 
know. I know you're over here to get these pieces of 
crust I have left."

"Well, that's true, and if you let me have them, I'll 
let you fuck me."

"What if I don't?" I asked.

"I'll still let you fuck me, but I'll be mad at you 
while you do." Beth and Lou were cracking up.

"Take them," I said laughing. "I sure don't want you mad 
at me. Hey, I think there's some celery in the kitchen."


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Beth's Story:

"Wow, this is a nice place," Lou said sticking her head 
out of the window and gawking at the Joy Lodge.

"Yeah, too nice for three whores," Holly said. "They 
really booked the whole place?"

"So Roland said," I answered. Joy Lodge was an 
impressive place. "Scott and I spent a weekend here a 
few years ago," I told them. "Pretty fancy, as I 
recall." I found a parking place and we went in to the 
desk.

"May I help you?" a smallish man asked. He sounded just 
as stuffy as he looked.

"I'm Beth Wheeler," I told him. "You should have 
reservations for me and my friends."

"I see," he said. The little squirt would have looked 
down his nose at me if he hadn't been so short. "You 
three, ah... ladies, will have the magnolia suite."

"If you say 'ah... ladies' one more time, I'll slap the 
hell out of you," Lou said glaring at him. The man's 
nametag said that he was Mister Johnson "You get it, 
Johnson?"

Johnson got busy shuffling some papers and carefully not 
looking at us. A bellman came with our luggage, which 
wasn't all that much. All three of us only brought a 
couple changes of clothes and our cosmetics.

"Okay, I could get used to living like this," Holly 
said. The magnolia suite was luxurious to say the least. 
We each had our own bedroom with a king size bed. The 
carpet was so thick I felt like I was sinking down into 
it.

"Yeah, when I get rich, I'm going to buy this place," 
Lou said. "Then I'm going to fire that twerp Johnson. 
Wonder what a room like this costs?"

"Two thousand dollars a day," Reggie answered coming 
through the connecting door that none of us had noticed. 
"It is wonderful to see you Beth," he added. He came to 
me and took me in his arms while Holly and Lou stared at 
his size.

"Damn, they grow them big where you come from, don't 
they?" Lou said. Reggie ignored her. He was busy kissing 
me. Reggie had kissed me before, but something seemed 
different this time. His kiss not only had a sense of 
urgency, but also more passionate or something like 
that. I had to wonder if this African giant was falling 
for me.

"I have missed you, Beth," he said when he finally 
released me. I wasn't sure exactly how to respond. I've 
gotten used to saying what the client wants to hear, but 
for some reason I was reluctant to encourage Reggie. I 
could feel his giant cock pushing at me through his 
tunic.

"It's good to see you Reggie," I said. That seemed 
neutral enough. "What's the game plan?"

"I'm sorry?" he said looking confused.

"The plan? The agenda? The schedule?" I said.

"Oh yes," Reggie said. "You will rest for a few hours. 
Your dinner will be served to you in this room. There 
will be a welcoming ceremony at eight o'clock, at which 
time you will meet my father, the king. Your attire is 
ready for each of you, please wear the dress that is in 
the wardrobe cabinet without any jewelry or 
accessories."

"All of us?" I asked. "How did you know what size to 
get?"

"The size of the dress is not important. I will come for 
you at eight." 

Reggie kissed me again and left through the connecting 
door.

"Jeeze, is he always that officious?" Lou asked.

"No, that was a different Reggie than I'm used to," I 
said.

"Would you girls look at what we're supposed to wear?" 
Holly said. She was holding up what appeared to be 
several yards of gauzy material. "This thing doesn't 
leave much to the imagination, does it? I'm betting 
we're not suppose to wear anything under it either."

Shortly after six, room service brought us a banquet. 
Literally a feast that twenty people couldn't have 
eaten. Holly did give it a game effort, though.

Holly had been right in her assessment of the dress. 
After we put them on we looked at one another and 
laughed.

"We wouldn't be more naked if we were naked," Lou said. 
"Good thing we're whores, ain't it? Otherwise our 
delicate dispositions might be offended."

The door opened at exactly eight o'clock. It wasn't 
Reggie. It was Sam dressed in a loincloth and a fur 
headdress from an unlucky lion. He was carrying a tall 
shield and spear.

"Come," Sam said and led us through the next room and 
into a larger room.

The room was adorned with the hides of various animals. 
Zebra was the only one I recognized. People were sitting 
on the floor in two rows. I counted four women and ten 
men counting Sam. All except the women wore the lion 
skin headdress. The women were bare-breasted and three 
of them were a lot younger than the other one.

There were three seats, thrones actually, at the head of 
the two rows of people. Reggie sat on one throne. 
Another man, his father I assumed, sat in the middle. 
Sam left us at the end of the rows, and went to the 
other seat.

Reggie started speaking in Swahili or what I assumed was 
Swahili. It could have been Greek for all I knew. He 
spoke for several minutes and about midway, he stood up 
and approached me, continuing to speak and wave his 
hands. He put his huge hand on my shoulder and urged me 
forward.

"Go to the King and kneel," Reggie said softly. "Bow low 
and stay that way until he tells you to rise."

I pride myself on being able to adjust to any situation, 
so I did as he said to do. With my face down, almost to 
the animal skin I was kneeling on, I waited. The old man 
started talking and boy, did he talk. He went on for 
over five minutes. I almost giggled when I realized that 
the people behind me were getting a pretty good view of 
my butt. My knees were beginning to hurt when finally 
Reggie told me to get up.

Reggie stood beside me in front of the old man. King 
Whoopee or whatever his name was pulled the skin from 
his lap exposing his cock. Apparently Reggie took after 
his old man. The king had a king-size cock.

"Go forward and kiss his manhood," Reggie whispered to 
me. Why not? I was a whore who volunteered to attend an 
orgy. Apparently the party was starting. I went to the 
old man and took his stiffing cock in my hand. I bent 
and kissed the tip. The old geezer put his hand on my 
head and held me there. I assumed that I was supposed to 
do more than kiss his cock. I covered the head of his 
dick with my mouth. The damned thing sprang to life. It 
reared up like a snake about to strike. I mentally 
cursed Russell. The man may be old, but there certainly 
was a lot of life in him.

I was aware that Holly and Lou had joined me in front of 
the three men. I risked a quick glance and saw that a 
man was with them.

"I will translate the ceremony," the man said in perfect 
English. "Leave the King and go to the man on your 
left." He touched me so I assumed he was speaking to me. 
I went to Reggie, who had pulled his loin cloth aside. I 
took his cock and kissed it. I heard the man telling Lou 
and Holly to follow suit. Lou was first to suck the King 
followed by Holly. I was directed to Sam and the girls 
went to Reggie. So far, so good, I thought. The royalty 
wanted a bit of head, no sweat.

After we all had paid homage to the king and princes 
dicks we were led to where the others waited. I led 
Holly and Lou and we went down one side and up the other 
side. Every man politely pulled his loincloth over to 
give us access. The four women were the last ones. I 
wondered what I was supposed to do when it came their 
turn. The first woman, older by far than the others 
answered my unspoken question by pulling her tiny apron 
aside and leaning back to give me access to her private 
parts. She had a rancid smell and I didn't linger at her 
crotch. I moved on to the next woman who smelled much 
better than the old crone. The two younger women 
actually smelled nice.

When Holly, Lou and I finished with the dick sucking and 
pussy eating tour, the king made another speech. Our 
translator stood behind us and told us what the king was 
saying. Not a lot of it made sense. It was about an 
antelope jumping and a lion creeping through the grass 
and a lot of crap like that. After the king finished his 
spiel we were seated on the raised platform just below 
the three men of royalty. One of the younger women rose 
and came over to me. She pulled the gauzy dress up and 
bent down and kissed my pussy. She went to Lou and then 
to Holly. Each of the people came and did the same.

"I was beginning to wonder if this was a one way 
street," Lou said.

"Silence!" the interpreter hissed. "Do not speak."

"Fuck you Jack," Lou said, but she said it softly. The 
royal three were noticeably absent from the turnabout 
oral service.

The last man, a little wizen man of undeterminable age 
was last to approach us. I don't know if he was blind, 
uninterested, or what, but his lips missed my pussy by 
several inches. The man stood up in front of me and said 
something the interpreter did not bother to translate. 
One of the young women came to him holding a horn out 
for him. He took some pasty substance out of the horn 
and smeared it on his wrinkled cock.

"Suck it off," the translator said. I did and it tasted 
like crushed rose pedals smell. It also had a bitter 
after taste. The little man did the same for Holly and 
Lou. It didn't take but a few moments before I realized 
it was some sort of narcotic. I felt a rush of warmth 
spread all over my body, and my head felt light. My 
vision blurred just for an instant then cleared. In fact 
remarkably clear. I glanced over at Holly, and she 
grinned at me.

"That's some good shit," she said loudly. I think she 
thought she was whispering. "I'll suck the old timers 
dick all night unless he runs out of."

"Be quiet!" The translator screamed. I don't think he 
actually screamed, but it sounded like it.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Holly's Story:

I don't know what was on the old geezers dick, but I 
liked it. Every one of my senses suddenly got sharper. 
They led us back to the platform where somebody had put 
some big pillows. Beth, Lou, and I were stripped of our 
skimpy dress and told to lie down on the giant pillows.

The big auger, I guess he's the king, got up and came 
over to where Beth lay. He whipped out his cock and 
shoved it into her pussy. I felt for her pain because 
there had been no warm-up or foreplay. But Beth didn't 
seem to mind in the least. His big old cock slid right 
in. That was when I realized that I was so wet I was 
leaking. While I certainly enjoyed all them folks eating 
my pussy there was more moisture than that would have 
caused. Ah, I thought, the goop on the gommers dick was 
some kind of aphrodisiac. What were they thinking? We 
are whores. We don't need to be.

Whatever I had been thinking was interrupted by Reggie's 
big cock being pushed in me. Hot damn, that son of a 
bitch was hung like a bull! Thanks to all the moisture I 
was generating, he got the damn thing in okay. The other 
dude was fucking Lou. Sam, I think they called him. 
Beth, Lou and I were royally fucked for about ten 
minutes. Then the audience got into the act. All the men 
came up and took a turn. Wasn't a rubber to be seen 
anywhere. I mentally crossed my finger, and put it out 
of my mind. Anyway there wasn't anything I could do. 
Each man in the room fucked us, even the translator. And 
every man dropped a load of come in our dripping 
pussies. The last two or three sure had a sloppy cunt to 
work with. I could hear women crying out in the throes 
of passion, and I laughed out loud when I realized that 
I was one of them.

Lou's Story:

One after another the men fucked us. I don't know how 
many times I came, but it was a lot. From the racket 
Beth and Holly were making, I think they were having a 
good time, too. I'm not sure how long they fucked us. 
Time seemed to get all screwed up. It may have been an 
hour or it may have been three or four hours. The last 
man was pumping away at me, and when he grunted and shot 
his load the strangest thing happened.

Three of the younger women came up and each had a little 
dish. While one of the men held our legs open the women 
scooped the come out of us, catching it in the dish. 
They reached deep inside me and I assume they did with 
Holly and Beth. When they were satisfied they had all 
the come out, they took the dishes to the old woman. If 
that wasn't weird enough, it got weirder. The old bitch 
drank all of it down and licked the dishes clean! Then 
it started all over again. Apparently there was some 
kind of order to when they mounted us, but I couldn't 
figure it out. It didn't seem important enough to try.

Beth's Story:

This was the strangest thing I was ever involved in. I 
had been involved in group sex before, but nothing like 
one cock after another for at least three hours if not 
more. The old crone must have drunk two quarts of come 
before that part of the orgy was over. I'm guessing, but 
I think it was around midnight when we were split up. 
Lou was carried off, impelled on Sam's cock. Two men and 
one woman followed them. Holly received almost the same 
treatment except King Dick, three men and a woman, 
escorted her.

Reggie picked me up, and stuck his mighty spear in me, 
and we left with the remainder of the men and a woman. 
The old crone seemed to be in a sperm coma or something. 
She was curled up asleep on the floor.

Reggie carried me to a room that was nearly all bed. He 
put me on it, and stepped back and the woman came to me. 
She pushed my legs apart and started eating me. She was 
the youngest of the four women, but she obviously had 
some experience at eating pussy. The four men watched 
and drank some beer. I tried that beer or homebrew 
later, and it was some kind of powerful stuff that 
tasted a little what I imagined pee to taste like.


"You like to have your woman's part licked by a woman, 
dear Beth?" Reggie asked me. "Is my sister to your 
liking?"

"Yes," I managed to say. His sister? That was 
interesting news. I found out later that all the 
delegation was related, either by blood or marriage.

After the woman had brought me off several times, Reggie 
mounted me. The loudmouth translator followed him. Each 
time one of the men came in me, the girl came and 
cleaned it up. The other men took their turn at me, 
also. It wasn't very long before they doubled up on me. 
At one point I had three men doing my mouth, pussy and 
ass with another one biting on my tender nipples. I'm 
guessing at the young woman's name. It sounded like 
Lilly. Anyway, that's what I called her. Lilly got her 
share of action, too. Not just performing oral sex on 
me. She was fucked in her pussy and ass just like I was.

I'm not sure when I lost track. I may have passed out or 
just gone to sleep, I don't recall. The next thing I 
knew I was being awakened in my bed by someone knocking 
on the door.

Lou's Story:

"Somebody get that damned door!" I yelled. I glanced at 
my watch from the bedside table. It was ten o'clock, and 
from the bright sunlight streaming in through the window 
I concluded that it was the morning after a long action 
filled night of fucking and sucking. I reaffirmed what I 
had figured out early last night. These Africans are not 
human. They are fucking machines. I had at least one 
cock in me all night. Most of the time it was more than 
one.

That Sam, never seemed to lose his hard. When he wasn't 
fucking me he was on the little girl that was with us. 
Nobody in the room spoke English, except me, but it 
wasn't difficult to figure out what they wanted. I don't 
know how I would have coped if it hadn't been for that 
narcotic they gave us before the shindig started. I have 
to agree with Holly. That was some good shit. It kept me 
alert, sensitive, and well lubed for the whole night of 
debauchery. Holly was still flying, but poor Beth had to 
be carried to bed.

"What the hell do you want?" I heard Holly yelling from 
the front room. "Oh, hey Beth and Lou. Food is here." I 
made it to the front room to see two black men wheeling 
in carts of food. Beth was standing in her doorway 
looking like something a cat had dragged in. Holly, Beth 
and I didn't have a stitch on.

"Good morning ladies," one of the waiters said looking 
at each of us. "I'm Ron and this is Paul. We're with the 
Black Diamonds. You ladies look mighty good this 
morning. I might have to give Big R a call and we can 
party sometime." He went over and handed Beth two small 
pills. "Honey, you look like you could use some help 
getting started. These will help."

After they left we fell to eating. Holly doesn't let 
anything interfere with her appetite and I was famished. 
Beth took the pills with some orange juice and picked at 
her food for a while. Apparently the uppers kicked in 
and she too ate with some gusto.

Holly's Story:

What a fucking night! I had worked up one hell of an 
appetite and all the food was delicious. I had something 
important to tell Beth and Lou, but I wanted to wait 
until the right time.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I feel almost 
human again," Lou said after she finished eating. "How 
do you feel now, Beth?"

"Much better," Beth answered with a smile. "Not quite up 
to human, but almost. How did you girls do last night?"

"I got fucked," Lou said with a laugh. "And fucked, and 
fucked and fucked. 

What happened to you? Why did you conk out?"

"I made a bad mistake," Beth said. "I drank some of that 
homebrew. I won't do that again, for sure."

"I only tasted it," I told them. "Tasted like panther 
piss, to me."

"I didn't even taste that stuff. The smell turned me 
away before I got it to my lips," Lou said. "Okay, I'll 
say it. Have either of you ever been involved in 
anything as weird as that was? I'm talking about the 
ceremony bit."

"Never," Beth said. "Weird doesn't describe it. What 
about you Holly?"

"No," I answered. The time was right. "I've read about 
wedding ceremonies in some parts of the world being 
strange, but this takes the cake."

"What about that old woman drinking all that . what did 
you say? Wedding ceremony?"

"You got it sister," I said. "We all got married last 
night. I think two of us are bigamists."

"What are you talking about?" Beth demanded.

"That little black chick that was in my group spoke good 
English," I said. "She told me that we had married the 
tribe. Or at least that part of the tribe." Neither of 
them said a word. They just stared at me for a long 
time. I waited a few moments and laid the rest of my 
news on them.

"Starting today we are supposed to come off of birth 
control. They want us knocked up as soon as possible." I 
gave them some time to digest that, and told them the 
rest of the story. "By the way, tomorrow we leave for 
Africa."

"Be damned if that's so!" Lou exploded. "I haven't lost 
a damned thing in Africa. They can kiss my white ass."

Beth looked thoughtful for a while. "It now makes some 
sense," she said. "That's why Reggie insisted on just 
the three of us. That son of a bitch is planning on a 
kidnapping."

"I hope they enjoyed the honeymoon because that's all 
they are going to get," Lou said. "Married, my ass! We 
need to get the hell out of Dodge."

We hurriedly got dressed in our own clothes and packed 
our few things. When the waiters came back to get the 
carts, Beth told them we wanted to leave.

"Okay, no sweat," the one named Ron said. He took a cell 
phone out, punched in some numbers, and spoke briefly. 
"Thirty minutes, ladies," he said putting the phone 
away. "Everybody will be in place by then."

That sounded good except that Reggie showed up ten 
minutes later.

Beth's Story:

"Why are you dressed like that?" Reggie demanded.

"Reggie, dear," I said as calmly as I could. "We are 
leaving here."

"No, that is not possible. I forbid it!"

"You tricked me, Reggie," I said, still trying to sound 
calm. "We are prostitutes, you don't have to marry us. 
In fact I am already married, I don't want another 
husband or a tribe of husbands. We are leaving."

Wordlessly a very irate Reggie went back out through the 
interconnecting door. I knew it wasn't over and I was 
right. He was back within a few minutes with two of his 
crew, complete with spears and shields. They all looked 
pissed.

"The ceremony will be completed," Reggie declared. "All 
of you will go home with us. Nothing will prevent that."

Holly opened the door and the two waiters came in the 
room. They took one look at the two men with spears and 
they took out their guns.

"You couldn't be more wrong," Lou told Reggie. "You 
better tell your men that they were stupid to bring 
spears to a gun fight. Let's go girls."

"I divorce thee, I divorce thee, I divorce thee," Holly 
parodied 'The King and I' with a merry laugh. "All 
except the dude with the knobby dick. I may keep him 
around for laughs. Adios, mother-fuckers!"

Two big Black Diamond guys with guns escorted us to my 
car where another Black Diamond was already behind the 
wheel with the engine running. Although I could hear 
Reggie yelling in frustration as armed Black Diamond 
members ringed the outside of the lodge insuring our 
escape, Lou, Holly and I loaded up and hauled ass out of 
there with a black tinted windowed Denali in front and 
behind us. None of the three drivers took their foot off 
the gas until we were a hundred miles away from Joy 
Lake.

During that entire hundred miles Holly, Lou and I said 
nothing. Undoubtedly the other two were also unwinding 
and reflecting upon what would have been our lot had 
Russell not suggested the precaution of enlisting the 
Black Diamond gang's protection. Needless to say being 
Reggie's exclusive "date" with the exorbitant tips was 
over.

After our narrow escape from being kidnapped to Africa 
Holly, Lou and I felt compelled to show our appreciation 
to every one of the Black Diamond escorts. Pulling over 
after one hundred miles Lou went to one Denali and Holly 
jumped in the other. Gratuitous sex with the two black 
men who escorted us safely from the lodge was merely a 
forerunner to making a phenomenal discovery. Not only 
was the driver of my car the leader of the Black Diamond 
gang, but also as well hung as Reggie.

Did our narrow escape motivate any of us to end our 
whoring for Big R? Holly, being admittedly addicted to 
black cock, had no qualms with our Black Diamond escorts 
evicting her loser husband and divorcing him. Not 
surprisingly becoming Scott's mistress while hooking up 
with Russell enabled Holly to continually enjoy 
interracial sexual adventures along with regular Oreo 
threesomes.

Lou made no bones about liking sex and preferring black 
cock. Unlike Holly, who viewed sex with women as merely 
an interlude until the next big black cock, Lou reveled 
in her newfound bisexuality and had no qualms with 
female/female/black men threesomes while whoring for Big 
R. The spark igniting between us the first day Lou 
joined Holly, Scott and me in our prolonged group sex 
has since been fanned into a steadily burning flame. In 
fact, Lou and I nearly set either of our beds on fire 
with the raging inferno that erupts between us. We 
remain devoted to each other as lovers and fem soul 
mates.

As for me Big R is far more selective in my clientele. 
Even though assisting Roland with training recruits and 
converting each new girl into a bisexual gives the 
subtle perception I am his mistress that is not the 
case. Solidifying arrangements for Roland's many 
enterprises with the Black Diamond Security firm was no 
problem with me being the gang leader's main squeeze.

I often reflect on the irony how a white slavery triple 
X videotape initially piqued my curiosity about black 
and white interracial sex. In spite of the narrow brush 
with reality I am blessed to have such an open-minded, 
voyeuristic, unconditionally loving husband who has 
absolutely no regrets with our open marriage. Frequent 
sexual interludes with Roland, Russell and members of 
their inner circle in the course of breaking in new meat 
provides only part of my sought after black cock 
variety. As the President of Black Diamond Security's 
mistress, who includes being a sexual reward for 
outstanding employee performance, affords me an even 
wider variety of black cock. Consequently I have no 
regrets over no longer being the exclusive date of "The 
Great Horn of Africa!"

THE END

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