A Matter of Interest

She noticed a neat stack of bills on the night stand. She picked them up. She counted fifteen hundred one hundred dollar bills.

“An expensive whore,” she added with a shaky laugh.

Chapter five

Friday morning Big Tom arrived at Sally’s home with several boxes in hand.

“Hi Tom,” Sally said, genuinely glad to see the big man. “Come in. What on earth do you have there?”

Sally didn’t really expect an answer as Big Tom was a mute. Sam Hall told her that he had cut Tom’s tongue out for being disrespectful. Sally didn’t know if that was true or not, but she didn’t doubt that Sam Hall was capable of it for a second.

Big Tom set the boxes down on the dinning room table and handed her a folded piece of paper.

“Sally,” the note read, “We will be dinning out this evening. Wear the red silk dress. No underwear is necessary or wanted. Tom will pick you up at seven o’clock.

Sam

P.S. Tom has a busy day ahead of him. I know you will want to fuck him, but don’t keep him too long.”

Smiling Sally went over to Tom and put her arms around him. “Hey, big fellow, got time to fool around?”

Tom looked at her nodding and smiling.

As Sally led him to the stairs she was thinking that Big Tom was almost a perfect man. A gentle lover with a big dick, and no back talk.

Sally was ready at six thirty and her husband wasn’t home yet. She wrote him a note telling him that she would be home late Sunday or early Monday morning. She knew that he was aware that she would be leaving soon and that was why he wasn’t home.

Big Tom had just left when Don Lewis had called her. He had asked her if she was going out for the weekend and before she could stop her words she had snapped, “Have you got that damned loan paid yet?”

Her husband quickly changed the subject and they made small talk for a few minutes longer.

Big Tom arrived at exactly seven o’clock to pick her up. He got out and opened the back door to the limo.

“I get it,” she teased, “Don’t want me to ride up front with you, huh?”

Tom pointed to his chauffeurs cap.

“Yeah right,” Sally said “You’re the hired help. What do you think I am?”

Tom closed the door and got under the wheel of the big car. He grinned in the mirror at her and drove out of the drive.

Chapter six

Thirty minutes later Tom stopped in front of a very upscale restaurant. Tom handed a scribbled note that told Sally to go in and ask for Mister Hall.

When Sally had done that, she was escorted to a table in back. Sam Hall waited for her and he was in the company of two other black men.

All three men stood as she approached the table. Both of the two strangers were extremely tall, at least a head taller than Sam Hall’s six and a half feet.

“Gentlemen allow me to introduce the lovely Sally Lewis,” Sam said, helping Sally to her chair. “Sally this is Ike,” indicating the man to her right, “and this is Mike. That isn’t their real names,” Sam added with a laugh. “I can’t pronounce the real ones. They are from Africa.”

“Please to meet you,” Sally said, extending her hand to the man on her right. She was surprised when he half rose and kissed it.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Sally,” the man said with a strong British accent. “My brother and I were stuck with our Anglo names when we attended school in England. I am Ike.”

“And I am Mike,” the other man said, rising to kiss her hand also.

“Ike and Mike are crown princes,” Sam said. “From some mineral rich little country nobody ever heard of.”

“Our father is King Semolominta,” Ike said as both men laughed at Sam’s quip.

“Oh, so you are brothers,” Sally said.

“Half brothers actually,” Mike said, “Same father, different mothers. In fact we are but two of his sons. Our father has twenty four sons.”

“Wow, no daughters?” Sally asked.

“Oh certainly, but they are not counted,” Ike said waving his huge hand in dismissal.

“Ike and Mike are here because the king is looking to invest some of the tin money in this country. I am bidding on some of it,” Sam said.

“Not tin exclusively,” Mike said smiling, “Zinc, gold, sliver, and copper just to name a few.”

The conversation remained light and general through the meal.

“This is delightful brandy,” Ike said holding the snifter to his nose.

“It isn’t bad,” Sam said. “I have some that is much better at my home. In fact I have several things you might want to sample.”

“I am sure you do,” Mike said grinning, “But I wonder if the lovely Miss Sally would be included.”

“Oh absolutely,” Sam assured him, “Sally will be delighted to help you both relax from your trip. Isn’t that right Sally?”

Sally felt her face get warm. She nodded, not looking at any of the three men.

“Now Sally don’t be shy,” Sam chided, “Tell them exactly how you would help them relax.”

“I …I…Whatever you want,” she stammered. She was aware that the waiter was hovering nearby.

“Would you suck their cock?” Sam asked, smiling at her.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

“Well sweet Sally, say it out loud,” Sam insisted.

Sally glanced around and saw that the waiter was standing right behind her.

“Yes, I would suck their cock,” she said, her face flaming red.

“And…” Sam said

“I’d let them come in my mouth,” Sally said.

“Is that all you would do?” Sam pressed.

“No, I’d let them fuck me,” she said firmly. She glanced at Sam and back at the astonished waiter and continued, “In my pussy or in my ass. I’d let them fuck me in both holes at the same time.”

“I must insist that we adjourn to your house this minute,” Mike said.

“Absolutely,” agreed Ike. “We must hurry.”

Chapter seven

While Sam took care of the check Ike and Mike escorted Sally out of the restaurant. Ike and Mike both had their hand on her butt as they walked out. She was very aware of the stares from some of the other patrons. Some expressed disapproval, and some certainly didn’t.

Big Tom had the limo out front waiting on them. Sally sat between the two giant Africans and when Sam joined them he took the jump seat facing the three.

“Pull the top of your dress down, Sally, and give these gentlemen a preview of coming attractions.” Sam told her. “Let them see your beautiful white titties.”

Sally hesitated only momentarily before she slipped the straps from her shoulders and dropped the top. Her thought, her only thought was that she needed to please Sam Hall and she wondered why.

“Wonderful,” Ike said, leaning forward to get a better view.

“Yes indeed,” Mike agreed, taking a nipple in his fingers and rolling it roughly, causing Sally to jerk upright.

Ike took the other nipple and did the same thing. Sally moaned softly.

“She is absolutely marvelous,” Like said. “Maybe we can make arrangements to take her with us. The king would love to get his hands on this one.”

“Yes indeed,” Mike laughed loudly. “Would you like that, little one?”

Sally nodded, leaning back against the seat. Sam leaned over and flipped her dress up, “Look here, men,” he said “Fresh white pussy.”

Ike leaned forward, “Yes I see. She is denuded. I like that very much.” He pushed one large finger into her snatch and began to frig her. “And she is already moist. I really do like that.”

Mike took Sally’s hand and placed it on his cock which he had released from the confines of his pants. Her hand automatically closed on the warm shaft.

“Holy cow,” She gasped. “What is wrong with it?” The man’s cock was rough and pebbly.

Mike laughed, “Don’t worry,” he said. “We both have had silver balls surgically implanted just under the skin. I think you will find the sensation delightful.”

“No woman had ever complained,” Ike said, grinning. Taking her other hand, “Here see how this one feels.”

As the limo maneuvered through the city streets Sally stroked the strange cocks while the two giant Africans played with her. Sam watched and smiled as Sally got more and more worked up. Big Tom watched in the rear view mirror.

“Are you ready for some black cock, Sally?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully. “How much longer before we get to your house?”

“There is no need to wait,” Sam said, nodding his head at Mike who effortlessly lifted the small woman up and placed her over his rigid manhood. Sally quickly got the dress out of the way and guided the man’s throbbing cock into her.

“Oh my God!” she screamed as she slid down the pole. The balls that had been implanted caused a rippling sensation. She reached an orgasm and then another one as Mike lifted her up and let her fall again onto his dick.

On the twenty minute drive she was handed back and forth between the two men, coming a dozen times. Sally was only vaguely aware that the limo had stopped.

Chapter eight

Sally wasn’t at all sure which of the two men carried her into the house. Ike or Mike, whichever, carried her in naked as the day she was born and with his cock firmly planted in her pussy.

For the next three hours she was repeatedly fucked by the two Africans. They took her one at a time and both at the same time. Their rough textured cocks felt strange and wonderful in her orifices. Neither man was as big as Big Tom or even Crank Miller, but they didn’t lack stamina.

During one forty minute period, one would fuck her until he gushed his seed in her while she sucked the other one hard, then they changed places. Sally was a little amazed that she found that she liked the taste of their cocks just after they had pulled out of her.

Sally was being double penetrated by the two big men. She had her eyes closed and was enjoying the sensation of having a textured cock in her pussy and one in her ass.

“So what do you like best about it?” said a female voice.

Sally’s eyes flew open and she was surprised to see Morgan. Sally didn’t know the woman’s last name, but she was a frequent and apparently a welcome guest at Sam’s house.

“I like all of it,” Sally gasped.

Morgan laughed, “I can understand that. I guess you haven’t had a ball bearing fuck before, huh? I did one time. A friend of Sam’s, I don’t remember his name, had some implanted in his cock. Noting like these two fine looking specimens. Want a break?”

“Not right at this moment,” Sally managed to say. “Oh God, I’m coming!”

Morgan was busy stroking the balls of one of the big Africans.

“Don’t be a hog,” Morgan said, her voice husky, “I’d like to take these studs for a ride. You look like you could use a shower, anyway.”

Ike and Mike withdrew their still hard cocks from the small woman.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Sally admitted. “I’ll just…”

Morgan wasn’t listening. She was busy getting into position to take the two men on.

As Sally walked out of the room she noticed that Sam, Big Tom, and another man who’s back was to her. She assumed it was Morgan’s voyeur husband. They were watching images of her and a variety of black men on a big screen TV. Big Tom waved to her and made a jacking motion.

Sally laughed and continued on to the shower.

While she showered she pondered her situation. Part of her, the larger part, loved what was going on in her life. She still had a small part of her that caused a nagging doubt. While she mused the shower door opened and Big Tom handed her a large glass.

“Thank you, Tom,” Sally said, “Miracle power drink?” Tom smiled and nodded.
“Good,” Sally said. “I could use a pick me up. What’s that Morgan bitch doing here?”

Tom shook his head and grinned.

“I know you can’t answer that,” Sally said. “Do you like her?”

Tom nodded and shrugged.

“More than me?” Sally asked, smiling at the big mute

He shook his head.

“Good, she’s just another piece of ass, Huh? Why don’t you come in here and wash my back? I’ll take your mind off that whore.”

Chapter nine

It was nearly three o’clock in the morning when Morgan and Sally sat in the hot tub and soaked away the soreness of their muscles and abused tissue.

The Power drink with Sam’s grandmother’s stimulating potion had livened Sally up for the rest of the orgy. It came in handy as Sam and Big Tom joined in the fray. Sally had been amused as she watch Morgan’s husband circling the group to get the best view of Morgan. He had spent some time watching Sally, but most of the time he was transfixed by the sight of his wife and the black men that took her.

“Does your husband ever join in on any…uh…of the activities?” Sally asked the woman beside her

“Sure,” Morgan answered lazily, “Sometimes. He usually waits until we get home.”

“Really?” Sally said for lack of anything else to say.

“Rollie likes for me to tell him how I felt while the studs fucked me,” Morgan said, laughing softly. “Sometimes I can get him off by just talking about it.”

“Oh,” Sally said.

“Now don’t get me wrong,” Morgan said sharply, “Rollie is a good man and a great husband. I think it takes a big man to realize that he isn’t man enough to satisfy a woman completely. We’re completely compatible except for sex.” She laughed and continued, “Worked out well, don’t you think? I’m a super charged sex addict and exhibitionist and he’s a voyeur. How about you? Hubby ever watch you?”

“God no,” Sally said. “He’d die.” She explained how she had gotten into the circumstances.

“Well, honey,” Morgan said with a smile and a sigh, “Thank your lucky stars that something got you involved. You couldn’t find a better collection of cocks if you tried. By the way, am I the first woman you ever ate?”

Sally felt her face get even hotter than the water and steam had caused.

“Sam said you were a pussy eating virgin,” Morgan said before Sally could answer. “You are damned good at it honey. You made me come two or three times. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at it. What did you think?”

“I guess you are good,” Sally stammered, “I don’t have much of a reference point.”

“Did you come?” Morgan asked, stroking Sally’s arm.

“Yes, I guess,” Sally answered slowly.

“You guess?” Morgan said laughing, “Bullshit honey, you know you did. When I sucked the cum out of your cunt you were yelling to beat the band.” Her hand slipped over to cup Sally’s full breast. “And when Sam was fucking you and I sucked your clit, you passed out for a few moments. You guess, my ass.”

Sally smiled and lay her head back and let the older woman fondle her for a while. She responded when Morgan placed her lips on hers.

While they kissed Sally put her hand down and put it on Morgan’s pubic area and fingered the woman. Morgan did the same for her.

“So how do you like it best?” Morgan whispered.

“I don’t understand,” Sally said “What do you mean?”

“Do you like it rough, gentle, one at a time, two at a time? Do you like a gangbang, do you like to get butt fucked? What do you really like?”

“Oh,” Sally said with a slight shutter, Morgan had caused a small climax, “I think I like it all. I didn’t really care for anal sex at first, but now it’s okay.” She paused and then went on more slowly, “I guess I like the ideal that I have no choice. You know what I mean? Like Sam tells me to fuck this guy or suck that guy, I have to do it. He made me show Mike and Ike my breasts. He made me show Crank Miller my breasts and then all of me. You see what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, I do,” Morgan said. “Like you are the slave girl and Sam is the master. You have to obey his every whim and desire. What are you going to do when he tells you to fuck a German Shepard?”

“Huh?” Sally sat upright in the tub. “He wouldn’t do that would he?”

“I don’t know,” Morgan said laughing, “But that doesn’t answer the question. Would you do it?”

“Do what?” Sam asked as he and Big Tom climbed into the tub.

“Oh I was just asking Sally if she would fuck a German Shepard if you told her to,” Morgan said. “She hasn’t answered yet.”

“Of course she would,” Sam said squeezing between the women. Tom sat down beside Sally.

“You wouldn’t do that would you Sam?” Sally asked fearfully. “I’m afraid of dogs.”

“Not unless I get tired of your pussy,” Sam answered. “But I’d use a donkey if you fear dogs. Right now I am very proud of you. The Africans signed a nice contract before they left. You’ve been a real asset to me, Sally. Frankly I thought you might balk when they wanted you to pose for the camera.”

Mike and Ike wanted photos of Sally. She had agreed and posed with them fucking her, she sucking one then both of them. She even had posed with her legs spread so that the camera could see the cum leaking out of her pussy and ass.

“Didn’t make any difference,” Sally said with a laugh, “I don’t know a soul in Africa.” Tom was tugging on her nipple and she swung around and straddled him. He guided his cock into her.

“Oh my God, “Sally yelled, “That feels so damned good, Tom. Fuck me big boy.”

Chapter ten

Sally woke up in a tangle of arms and legs. That was how she had gone to sleep. Morgan, Sam, and Big Tom had piled in one bed and fucked until nearly daylight.

She moved her head and saw that Morgan was right beside her, with eyes open. They smiled at each other.

“Morning, sweet tits,” Morgan said with a smile. “How you doin’?”

“Wonderful, but I think it’s already afternoon.” Sally said and eased Sam’s leg off of hers. “But not wonderful if I don’t get the bathroom fast.”

While she was in the bathroom she got in the shower. She had dried cum all over her.

“Move it over, sweetie,” Morgan said stepping into the steaming water. “I feel like I was rode hard and put away wet.” She laughed, “Actually I was put away wet. So were you, huh?”

“Yes, I was,” Sally said, “You know what I’d like to do?”

“What? Go back to bed?” Morgan said.

“No…Well that wouldn’t be too bad, but I’d like to go out to the pool and lay in the sun and drink a lot of coffee.” Sally answered. “Just lay there and do nothing.”

“Sounds like a winner,” Morgan said. “I’ll lay with you for a while. I have a meeting later that I have to attend.”

That was exactly what Sally did for the rest of the afternoon. Neither she or Morgan bothered to put on bathing suits. She dozed on and off, and when she did she dreamed of sex. Black cocks everywhere she turned and she would wake up horny.

It was nearly six o’clock when Big Tom woke her up and motioned for her to follow him. Naked, she followed him into the house to the living room.

“Here she is,” Sam said to another black man. “Sally this is my friend, Scott.”

“Opps,” Sally said, smiling self consciously, “I didn’t know you had company. I’m not dressed.”

“You certainly don’t have any thing to apologize for,” The stranger said. “When I say I’m pleased to see you, I really mean it.”

“Scott will be joining us for dinner,” Sam said laughing, “Go get you dolled up. We’ll dine out tonight.”

With a wave of her hand Sally hurriedly left the room.

While she dressed she sipped on one of Sam’s special drinks. The dress that Big Tom had laid out for her was bright red with some golden threads in it. It was a stunning dress and Sally knew that it was an expensive garment.

“Two thousand dollars if it cost a dime,” She said out loud. “I’ve gone from buck naked to dressed to the nines.” She glanced up to see Big Tom come into the room. “Hi Tom,” she said. “What’s on for tonight?”

The big man silently smiled and shrugged his massive shoulders.

“All right then don’t tell me,” Sally said smiling at the big mute. “It will just have to be a surprise, I guess. Here,” she said handing him a note pad, “Tell me about the big guy with Sam.”

Tom took the pad and wrote, “rich as hell and hung like a bull. You’re fucked.”

Sally took the note, read it and laughed, “So what’s new about that? By the way, Tommy do you think I’m getting bigger…you know, down there?”

Big Tom took the note pad and wrote, “Still first class pussy to me.”

“Thank you Tommy,” Sally said. “You always write the nicest things. Well, I guess I’m ready,” she said, taking his arm, “lead me to the rich bull.”

Chapter eleven

They were at a very classy restaurant where the three had a delightfully expensive meal. Sally still wasn’t use to the stares of people when she was out with black men. She tried to ignore them, but she noticed that one woman didn’t bother to make her interest covert. The woman blatantly watched Sally and her two black escorts.

Midway through the meal Sally excused herself and went to the ladies room. While she was repairing her makeup the woman came into the room and stood beside her.

“Hi,” the woman said.

“Hi,” Sally responded, looking at the woman in the mirror.

“Is it true?” the woman said.

“Is what true?” Sally asked.

“About black men,” the woman said. “I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business.”

“No I guess it isn’t,” Sally said. “What about black men?”

“You know,” the woman said turning to look directly at Sally. “Oh damn, I’ve embarrassed myself.”

Sally smiled when she saw the woman had turned a bright red.

“Oh, I get it now,” Sally said, barely able to suppress a laugh. “You want to know if they have big cocks? Is that it?”

The woman turned and got water on a tissue and blotted her face, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what on earth got into me. I don’t usually…”

“But that is what you wondered about isn’t it?” Sally persisted, with a chuckling at the woman’s distress. “I really don’t know. I’ve only seen a dozen or so. They were all pretty big. The largest was nearly a foot long and this big around.” She used two hands to make the circle.

“You’re joking!” the woman gasped. “Surely not!”

“Oh yes,” Sally assured her, “I couldn’t take it all, but I got most of it in me. Big son of a bitch fucked the hell out of me.”

Sally now laughed out loud at the expression on the woman’s face. The woman was freely perspiring and the blotting couldn’t keep up with it.

“What I really like is when two studs fuck me at the same time.” Sally said. “One in my ass and one in my pussy. A gang bang is…hey are you all right?’

The woman had turned white and was leaning heavily on the sink counter.

Sally wet another tissue and led the woman to the lounge area of the restroom.

“Oh my God,” the woman said weakly, “That must be like a piece of heaven.”

“What? I don’t understand,” Sally said.

“You know,” the woman said, “getting it from two men at the same time. I’ve dreamed and fantasized about it for years.”

Sally gave the woman a closer look. Thirtyish with a nice figure and a pretty face.

“You shouldn’t have any problem getting your fantasies to be reality,” Sally said. “You are a good looking woman. What’s the problem?”

“Oh my God,” the woman said, “You don’t understand. I’m married and I doubt Harold, that’s my husband, would understand. I guess they will have to stay fantasies.”

“I suppose it’s up to you,” Sally said. “Here is my number if you change your mind and want to have a taste of black.” She handed the woman a slip of paper. “The second number is where I’ll be tonight and tomorrow. The first one is my home. I’m Sally, by the way.”

“Thanks, I’m Lisa, Lisa Wilson.” She looked at the paper. “I don’t know but…”

“You think about it,” Sally said. “Hey I need to get back. There are two studs waiting on me.”

When Sally got back to her table Sam made a silent inquiry by raising his eye brow.

“I ran into a lady in the restroom who thinks she may want to try black,” Sally explained. “We talked some.”

“Ah, Jungle fever,” Scott said with a laugh. “I hope you were able to convince her. That is if she looks half way decent.”

“I don’t know,” Sally answered, glancing around, “That’s her over there. The woman in the blue dress.”

Both Sam and Scott looked at the woman. Lisa Wilson looked their way and both men gave her a casual wave. Lisa nodded and hurried on to her table.

Sam followed her with his eyes until Lisa reached the table then he chuckled, “I’ll be damned. That Harold Wilson.”

“You know him?” Sally asked.

“Yes I do,” Sam said grinning. “He an attorney. He has done some work for me and wants to do more. I think I need to go talk with Mister Wilson.”

Sam made his way to where the Wilson’s sat. Sally and Scott made small talk and both kept glancing at Sam.

In a few minutes Sam came back. He was all smiles.

“Greedy bastard,” Sam said after he had sat down. “I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that he’s on the phone right this minute.”

Sally looked over and confirmed that the man was indeed on the phone.

“Well, that settles that,” Sam said with a satisfied smile, “Mister Wilson will be on a plane to Chicago within the hour. He will be gone the rest of the weekend at least. You were right Sally,” he said grinning. “The bitch was about to wiggle off of her chair. I thought she was going to cum in her panties when I shook her hand. Watch and see if she goes to the restroom again. Another hundred say she will.”

He had no more than said it when Lisa Wilson got to her feet dabbing at her dress as she headed to the restroom.

“Go with her, Sally,” Sam said. “If necessary, tell her we’ll give her a ride if shit-for-brains has to leave soon. If she wants to party, she will never have a better opportunity.”

“Hi again,” Sally said approaching the woman in the restroom. “Did you get something on your dress?”

“I’m afraid so,” Lisa Wilson said. “Small world isn’t it? My husband knows your…uh…escort.”

“Lover will do nicely,” Sally said. “At least Sam Hall is. I just met Scott tonight.”

“Oh,” Lisa said. “At least you are direct. I guess Harold will be flying off somewhere.”

“I guess so,” Sally said. “Sam said to tell you to tell your husband that we would be happy to give you a ride. Sam has a limo waiting.”

“How nice of him,” Lisa said.

“Yeah nice,” Sally said. “I feel it necessary to tell you that if you accept the ride you will get fucked. One or both of the men I’m with will fuck you. If that’s what you want then do it, but if not, you’d better run like hell.”

Lisa Wilson stared at Sally for a moment then blushed and looked back down at her dress. She uttered something so low that Sally couldn’t hear her.

“What did you say?” Sally inquired. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Lisa didn’t answer for a moment then she said, “ Would you do it…I mean if you were me?”

“I can’t answer that, Lisa,” Sally said. “Before last weekend I had never had any other man than my husband. Since then I had several and all of them were black. One had an eleven inch dick and he knew what to do with it. I told you about him.”

Lisa’s mouth dropped open.

“Just remember what I said,” Sally said as she went out the door, “Come with us and you get fucked like you have never been fucked.”

“Oh my,” Sally said, seeing what Sam had ordered for desert, “If I eat that I’ll have to workout every day next week.”

“Or maybe you’ll get a workout tonight that will suffice,” Scott said with a grin. “How did it go with the girl with the fever?”

“I don’t know,” Sally said. “I doubt that she has the courage to go through with it…oh, oh, here comes what’s-his-name.”

The man who had been identified as Harold Wilson came to the table, “Mister Hall,” he said a bit breathlessly, “I can get a plane tonight, but I have to hurry to the airport. Luckily I keep a bag packed in the trunk of my car for events such as these. Lisa said that you had generously offered her the use of your car.”

“Absolutely, my good man,” Sam said. “you run along and we’ll take care of your wife for you. We are just finishing up desert. Please tell your wife to join us for brandy.”

“Thanks Mister Hall,” The attorney said, “you won’t be sorry. I’ll do you a good job in Chicago.” He hurried back to his table.

“And I’ll do you wife a good job right here,” Sam softly said to the man’s retreating back. He looked over to Sally. “So what do you think?”

“About what?” Sally asked.

“About another woman coming into the mix,” Sam said. “Are you going to pout or help us.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, sweet Sally,” Sam said with a smile. “Are you going to help us fuck that woman or not?”

Sally thought about the question a moment. “In the first place I doubt that you’ll need my help. I’ve seen you in action before, remember? In the second place it might be interesting to watch you guys do your thing.” She laughed, “of course I expect some action, too. You won’t forget me will you?”

“No way,” both men said at the same time.

“Good,” Sally said. “Here comes the lamb to the slaughter now.”

Chapter twelve

The two men stood up when Lisa approached.

“I can’t think you enough for rescuing me,” Lisa said when she had taken a seat at the table. Sam had introduced Scott to Lisa.

“It is an honor and a privilege,” Sam assured her. “You are a welcome addition to our little group.”

The chit chat continued through the rest of the meal. Sam used his cell phone to call Big Tom to have the limo brought around.

Sam escorted Sally out while Scott did the same for Lisa.

“Ride up front with Tom,” Sam whispered to Sally. “Might be a bit crowded in the back, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” Sally agreed, even though the back could hold six people comfortably. She grinned knowing that Sam thought that her presents might inhibit the other woman. ‘Well, she better damn well get over that’ Sally thought.

“Hi sweetie” Sally said to Tom, “I’m riding up front with you. The boys have something to do in the back.”

Tom nodded, giving Lisa a good look. He grinned at Sally and opened the back door for the other three.

Before Tom pulled away from the curb he reached over and adjusted the visor mirror on the passenger side so that Sally could see into the back of the limo.

Sam and Scott sat on either side of Lisa. Sam had poured them a glass of champagne.

As Tom wheeled the long car through the city streets Sally watched the trio in the back. Neither Sam or Scott had made any physical moves on Lisa. They were laughing, talking, and drinking. The partition was up and Sally couldn’t hear and for a moment she felt a stab of jealously.

She laughed at herself and glanced over at Big Tom who was smiling at her.

“If they forget all about me, you’ll still love me, won’t you Tommy?” she said laughing.

They had stopped at a light and Tom unzipped his pants and pulled his long cock out.

“Ohhh, is that for me?” Sally teased.

Tom grunted and tugged at her arm, pulling her toward him. Sally bent down and took his half hard cock in her hand and brought her mouth to his stiffing dick. She suck him for a few minutes. She raised her head and looked up at him, “Do you want me to suck you off completely, or do you want to wait?”

He grinned and pushed her head back down. Sally laughed and then began to blow him.

Once she stopped and asked, “Have they stuck it to her yet?”

Tom shook his head.

“Have they got her clothes off yet?”

Again he shook his head.

“Wow they must be courting her. That woman is really going to get it tonight.”

Sam nodded his head and pushed her back down on his cock.

A few minutes later she felt Tom stiffen and then he filled her mouth with hot cum. She felt an irrational sense of pride that not a drop got out to stain his pants.

“That’s just a sample, big boy,” she said, sitting back up in the seat. Tom smiled and patted her hand. She looked in the mirror to see Sam kiss Lisa on the lips. It was a long deep kiss and when they broke, Scott did the same thing. Scott was caressing one clothed breast and Sam the other. Sally smiled when she saw that Lisa was entering into it willingly.

Fifteen minutes later they were at Sam’s home. While Sam and Scott escorted Lisa in Sally followed. Tom took the car away.

“Pleas come in, Lisa,” Sam said, “Mi casa, Su casa. Make yourself at home.”

“Powder room?” Lisa inquired.

“Of course,” Sam said, “Sally would you show her the way. Your room would be perfect. I’ll make some drinks for us.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Lisa said to Sally. “I just can’t.”

“Believe it, honey,” Sally said dryly. “You are going to get fucked by black cock, tonight. Did you enjoy the ride?”

“I sure did,” Lisa said with a giggle. “They were all over me and… I liked it.”

“Oh contraire,” Sally said laughing, “They haven’t got all over you yet, but they will. Panties soaked?”

Lisa giggled again, “God yes. You wouldn’t happen to have a pair I could borrow, do you?”

“You won’t be needing any,” Sally assured her. “Just take them off. Come on let’s get back.”

The two men were standing at the bar when they arrived.

“Welcome ladies,” Sam said. “How would you like to watch some videos for a while.” He pointed to the couches in front of the giant screen television. “Come Sally and sit beside me. Lisa can sit with Scott.”

When they were seated Sam used the remote and the TV came alive with a naked Sally laying back on a bed with her legs spread. The scene was shot through the legs of a black man, his long cock clearly seen in the foreground. Sally recognized the set. The man approaching her was Sam. She felt a wave of embarrassment that two strangers were watching her.

The camera remained fixed between Sam’s legs as she raised her legs and reached for his cock. The camera clearly showed her taking the cock and guiding it into her.

Sally watched as the camera panned around to the side; her embarrassment quickly changed to heat and she felt herself getting wet.

She knew that the cameraman was Big Tom and he caught her expression as Sam eased his cock all the way into her. It was a look of total lust. All of the viewer watched with rapt attention as Sam hammered Sally on the screen.

Sally glanced over and saw that Scott had Lisa’s blouse open and was playing with her breasts.

Sally unbuttoned her dress all the way down and guided Sam’s hand to her breasts.

On the video, the tempo of pure animal sex had picked up and Sally was screaming loudly for Sam to fuck her.

Meanwhile back on the sofa, Sally heard Lisa moan as Scott teased her nipple. Sam was causing Sally to moan also. He was working a second finger into her.

Sally was only vaguely aware when Scott had Lisa up, disrobed, and was waltzing her toward the special table. Morgan had called it the fuck table.

“Do you want to watch them?” Sam said softly, “or get fucked yourself?”

“Both,” Sally gasped, “do me from behind so I can watch her get her first black cock.”

Sam and Sally just made it into position when Scott eased his massive cock into the white woman. They were able to see the look of intense pleasure on the woman’s face.

“That’s how you looked when I fucked you the first time,” Sam whispered. He was screwing Sally dog fashion while she knelt on a leather ottoman.

“I…don’t…doubt…Oh shit… I’m cuming, Sam!” Sally yelled loudly.

“So is Lisa,” Sam said chuckling. “Look at her.”

Lisa Wilson was moaning and jerking as if someone had applied electric wires to her body.

“Why don’t we switch?” Sam said to Scott who nodded and withdrew his dick from the twitching woman.

Sam Hall approached the woman who had let her legs drop. He spread her legs and pushed them up and slammed his rigid cock into her, causing her to grunt and whip her head back.

“Oh my God,” Lisa screamed. “That is so damned good. Give it to me!”

“Tell me to fuck you, you white whore,” Sam demanded. “Say it or I’ll quit.”

“Fuck me,” Lisa yelled, “Fuck your white whore. Please don’t stop!”

“How about you?” Scott said taking, a position behind Sally. “Do you want a black cock in your white cunt?”

“Oh yes,” Sally said, “Fuck me…fuck your white whore. Shove it in!”

Scott did just that. He crammed it in her so hard her knees were lifted off of the ottoman and she would have fell if he had not been holding on to her tightly.

For the next hour the two men swapped back and forth between the two women. When the men had each cum twice they paused to rest.

Sally led a wobbly Lisa to her shower and they took a shower together, washing the sweat and cum from their bodies.

As the water streamed down on their bodies, Sally asked, “So what do you think about interracial sex now?”

“I think I like it,” Lisa said with a laugh, “Boy, that was something.”

“Oh honey,” Sally said wiping the soap from Lisa’s breasts, “They are just getting started with you. My guess that when we get back there will be two or three more black men who will want to sample you.” She directed a stream of water toward Lisa’s pubic area and used her fingers to push water into Lisa’s pussy.

“Have you ever had a woman wash you before?” Sally asked.

“Uh, not really,” Lisa answered spreading her legs to accommodate Sally. “My roommate, in college, played with me a couple of times. I was too hung up to do anything for her, I guess.”

“Seems you’ve lost those inhibitions somewhere along the line,” Sally said when Lisa leaned down and took Sally’s nipple in her mouth and ran a finger up her slit.

Lisa laughed with Sally, “I don’t think I have a single one left. Frankly, I don’t think there is anything I wouldn’t try tonight.”

“Yeah, being fucked by a big black cock will do that to you,” Sally said. “I just found out last week that I like for a woman to play with me, but honestly it doesn’t affect me like a man doing me.”

“You mean you don’t reach a climax with a woman?” Lisa asked.

“Oh yes, I sure do,” Sally assured her. “Keep that up and you’ll see. No, I just don’t have those big earth shaking orgasms with a woman like I do with a man, especially a black man.”

A shadow fell across the glass shower door. “Is that you Tommy? Come on in here,” Sally called.

The door opened, “Ain’t the dummy, It me. Will I do?”

“Crank!” Sally said, “Of course you’ll do. Meet Lisa, and Lisa this is Crank.”

“Hello,” Lisa said glancing down at the naked black man. “I have to ask…what happened to your ...ah…thing?”

Crank laughed, Kissed Sally and than kissed a startled Lisa Wilson and pushing her against the wall of the shower. He raised one of her legs and slid his crank into her snatch.

“You tell me,” Crank said. “What do you think’s wrong with my thing?”

“Ohhh shit,” Lisa said with a quake in her voice, “Not a damned thing.”

“Good,” the man said, “I wouldn’t want to think there might be something wrong with it. I plan to fuck you with it a lot.”

The shower was plenty large enough for two, or even three, normal size people, but with a man as large as Crank Miller it was crowded so Sally left them to their activities.

This was going to be a long night for both of the women, but especially for Lisa.

PART THREE

On Tuesday morning following Sally Lewis’s second weekend with Sam Hall, she was busy catching up on house cleaning when she heard the phone ringing.

“Hello”, she said into the receiver.

“Hi your own self, sweet tits,” came a booming voice over the phone.

“Hi Crank,” Sally said smiling. Crank Miller was one of her favorite paramours. “How are you doing?”

“Hell, sweets if I was any better I’d be made to put an ad in the paper. Hey you interested in a business deal?”

“What, you have another brother you want to fix up?” Sally asked, laughing.

“Naw, ‘course Dingo sure wants another date with you. He’s still talkin’ ‘bout what good pussy you got. This is a different deal.”

“Tell me about it,” Sally said.

“Guy I know is settin’ up a show. You know, a private show and he’s lookin’ for a small white woman and a couple black guys to be in his show. What do you think?”

“I don’t think so,” Sally answered. “Having sex in public doesn’t sound like something I’d want to do.”

“What the hell you talkin’ ‘bout?” Crank said. “You done it plenty of times with people watchin’. I saw you just a few days ago and you didn’t get a dime for it.”

“I know Crank,” Sally said, feeling a rush of heat in her loins. “This sounds different. Besides I didn’t have a lot of choice before.”

“Ah, bullshit, Sally,” Crank snorted, “Listen to this…You get ten grand and you hire the men. Why hell’s fire, honey, there is any number of guys that would pay you to get to fuck you. You could keep it all or pay what you wanted to. This is a small group like you are used to.”

“I don’t know Crank,” Sally said slowly. It was a tempting offer. Ten thousand just for getting laid by a couple of studs.

“Up to you,” Crank said, “I’ll call Morgan. I don’t know if she is what the customer is lookin’ for, but I’d say she will jump at the chance and I know for a fact she don’t need the money. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, Crank,” Sally said. She could use the money. She quickly mentally changed it to “they could use the money.” Sally was honest with herself, too. She couldn’t stand the fact that Morgan would be doing it and she wouldn’t be. The fact that she and Morgan had become friends didn’t negate the fact that there was some rivalry between the two women. “Who is this customer?”

“He’s a guy that I’ve done business with from time to time. He’s good for the money.”

“I don’t know,” Sally said. “What if there is somebody there that recognizes me?”

“Shit,” Crank said with a booming laugh, “Put a couple temporary tattoos and a red wig on and your own husband won’t recognize you. That ain’t a problem…what else?”

“When is this…whatever it is?” she asked.

“It’s a private show for somebody’s birthday. It’s this coming Thursday night. Supposed to be Friday, but I know you got your weekends all tied up. If you’re interested we got to get on with it. You’ll have to go meet the man today. He’s got to look you over and approve. I know he will, but he don’t. Why don’t I come get you now, if I can set it up?”

“I guess so,” Sally said. “Oh sure, why not? What should I wear?”

“Something sexy…you know…show a lot of tit and ass.”

“You are a silver tongue thing, Crank,” Sally said laughing.

Crank call back ten minutes later telling her to be ready in an hour.

Sally laughed as she made her way to the shower. “Some people will do anything to get out of housework.”

Chapter two

“Wow this drive is longer than my street,” Sally said craning her head to look at the estate grounds. “Who is this guy?”

Crank laughed, “He’s just another rich asshole.” He got suddenly serious “Now let me tell you somethin’. Don’t you go in there acting all skittish and ‘fraid. You strut your stuff and don’t back up for anybody.”

A huge house came into view. “Oh my God,” Sally said. “How many people actually live in that house?”

“Don’t know,” Crank said. “You remember what I said. Show no fear. You don’t like the deal, you tell ‘im to go to hell and we leave.”

“Something sounds fishy, Crank,” Sally said. “What’s going on?”

“The man’s Luke Beeks,” Crank said. “Got a pile of money and lords it over a bunch of people. I’ve known him for years. We’ve done some business from time to time. He started talkin’ about seeing a white woman and a couple hung black studs a long time ago. I didn’t take the bait until a few days ago. We made a big bet. I had to find a real classy white woman to put on a show for him and his friends.”

“So this rich guy isn’t paying me, you are?” Sally asked. “Crank Miller, you know I wouldn’t charge you a damned dime!”

”Oh quit fussin’,” The fat black man said with a chuckle, “I can afford it. I guess I got ‘bout as much money as Luke Beeks has. Maybe more that I can lay my hands on. He’s tied up with stocks and bonds and investments. Mine’s in the fuckin’ bank. I kinda feel bad ‘bout not tellin’ you the whole truth. Anyway a deal is a deal, and Luke’s still got to approve of you. Now Beeks got this dude that works for him. They goina want to try you out. You up for it?”

“I guess,” Sally said a bit nervously

Crank parked his car in front of the giant house and they got out. The door was open by a small elderly oriental man who showed them to a large room off the entry hall.

“Mister Beeks will be with you soon,” the little man said.

“Tell him to get his ass in gear,” Crank said. “We ain’t got all fuckin’ day.”

A few minutes later the door opened and a white man walked in, “Ah it’s my good friend, James.” The man said, letting his gaze come to rest on Sally. “And his lovely friend.”

Sally and Crank were sitting at a low bar and the man walked over and stood in front of Sally. “You must be Amber. What is your full name?”

Crank had briefed Sally on her new name, so she showed no surprise.

“Amber will do,” She answered, giving the man what she hoped was a chilling look.

“I’m afraid I must insist,” Luke Beeks said.

“And I’m afraid that cuts no ice,” Sally/Amber said with a smile. “Amber is all you get and if that isn’t satisfactory then we can leave.”

“James, this woman got a mouth on her”. He was a tall lean man who looked to be in his fifties. His hair was so gray it was nearly white. He had deep sunken eyes and big bushy eyebrows that were coal black in contrast to his other hair.

“Yeah and she got a cunt, too,” Crank snapped. “What the fuck’s that got to do with anything?”