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"Hurry up, Sally, or we'll be late," I called up the staircase.

I tried not to sound impatient, but the dinner was rather
important. This was a dinner with my boss, and I knew he was a
real stickler for punctuality. I had told Sally to take special
care in her appearance as I wanted to impress him, but she was
really taking too long. I tapped my feet and glanced at my watch
yet again.

"Sorry I took so long, Nick. I tried to look my best," Sally
apologized as she descended the stairs.

As I watched my wife descend the stairs, I must admit that it was
worth the wait. She looked radiant in her backless red halter-top
dress that showed off more than a hint of her 36 inch bust. The
dress ended just above her knees (not too short, thank goodness),
but she did finish the dress off with a pair of racy red stiletto
heeled pumps. As she minced past me, I could but gape at milky,
smooth skin of her shoulders and back contrasting with her long,
dark hair. The dress clung tightly to her pert rear end which
wobbled seductively as she walked. She looked back over her
shoulders, batted her big brown eyes and smirked at me naughtily.

"Well, what are you staring at, big boy. I thought you said we
would be late."

"Um, yes. Well, ah, let's go then," I stuttered.

We hurried to my car, a big four door BMW, and raced off towards
the city. On the way, I informed Sally that Victor, my boss, only
invited his managers out to dinner if he was assessing them for
possible promotion. It seemed Sally was as nervous about the
dinner as I was. We agreed that would be best to be not too
controversial about anything we said, just play it straight.
Although Sally may have been a bit overly dressed for the
occasion, I thought it might be used to our advantage, sort of a
distraction for Victor.

As we approached the restaurant, it was clear that parking was
going to be a problem. I circled the block several times to no
avail. I began to get flustered as 7 o'clock approached.

"Don't get all worked up, honey. Just try to take your time and
I'm sure we'll find a spot," Sally said in her calmest voice.

"No, Sally, we need to get there on time or else. You don't know
what Victor is like. Oh, hell, let's just park here," I muttered
as I pulled into a empty space.

Sally craned her neck out the window and said "Nick, you can't
park here. It says No Parking."

"It doesn't matter. I'll risk getting a fine. It will be worth it
if we are there on time" I said as I exited the car as quickly as
I could.

Sally sat in the car for a while, considering whether this was the
best course of action, but she eventually got out. I almost ran
towards the restaurant, Sally following a few steps behind, her
high heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she cantered in
small steps.

***************

The dinner proved disastrous. We were late and breathless when we
arrived under the disapproving gaze of Victor. What I though would
be an advantage (Sally's stunning appearance) turned out to be a
negative as Victor's wife was miffed at the attention Sally seemed
to be getting from Victor. He was literally drooling over her. We
were also careful not to say anything that might offend, and so
ended up being banal and awkward.

When the dinner was finally over, we all shook hands formally and
went out separate ways. As we walked back towards the car in sad
silence. I knew that the promotion would not be a lot harder. More
hours. More projects. More hassle.

I sighed loudly. Sally put her arms in mine and said "It's all
right, honey. I'm sure you more than make up for it at work.
You're the best man there, I know it."

"Thanks, dear" I said unconvincingly. I was really more annoyed at
myself then Sally, but I couldn't help thinking that it was also
partially her fault. I thought better than to say anything.

We walked the rest of the way without speaking. But as we
approached my car, it became clear that the evening was going to
get even worse: my car was being towed away!

I broke away from Sally and ran after the tow truck.

"Hey, you! Stop, you asshole! That's my car!" I yelled at the top
of my voice in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable. But the
truck just kept on driving away.

"Shit! Shit! Fuck!" I cursed as I bent over, catching my breath.

"You're car, huh?" asked a passer-by on the street. I nodded
without lifting my head. "Looks like they're really tough on
illegal parking like they said they would. I think you need to go
to the police station to pick it up."

"Yeah, thanks pal," I said sarcastically. I was in a really foul
mood by now, and perhaps sensing this, he wandered off.

"Great," I said to Sally when she caught up. "We're going to have
to catch a cab to the police station to get our car back. How
could this night get any worse."

***************

"That will a $250 fine for the parking infringement," said the
policewoman.

"What?!" I cried incredulously.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the new parking fines started last week," she
explained in a curt, clipped voice.

I rolled my eyes and pulled the credit card out of my wallet. I
had no choice if I wanted the car back. As the fine was been
processed, I noticed that most of the male police officers were
looking at my wife. Two officers standing on the other side of the
room were even nudging each other and laughing as they whispered
what was undoubtedly some smutty suggestions. Strangely, Sally
seemed to like the attention, but I couldn't wait to get out of
there.

"There," I said after the payment was completed. "Can I get my car
back now?"

"Yes." Was the short, unhelpful reply.

"Where? out back?," I asked.

"No. You're car has been impounded. The impound yard is on Pine
Street. I'll give you the address." Great, I thought as I looked
at the address. 5 blocks away, and in the sleazy part of town.
Another taxi ride.

"Thank you very much, officer," I said. Of course, I didn't mean
it.

Sally and I left the police station and hailed another cab. At
first, the driver was a bit reluctant to go to Pine Street, and to
my further annoyance, I had to offer him an extra tip. It inflamed
me even further to notice that he seemed more intent on staring at
my wife in his rear vision mirror than in looking ahead.

Despite his attention being in elsewhere, we got to the impound
safely. The street that we new stood on seemed rather less safe.
Though the street itself was deserted, there was a clear menace in
the air. High brick walls with graffiti on them. Grimy sidewalks
with newspapers swirling in the wind. Dim streetlights that seemed
to highlight the seediness rather than banish the shadows. Sally
moved closer to me and clung on to me tightly.

The impound itself was an old but imposing brick warehouse with a
large, metal roller shutter door, the kind that you can drive
trucks through. There seemed to be no other way of getting in, so
I hit the door hard several times. It's metallic rattle echoed up
and down the empty street. There was no answer except for the
barking of a dog, so I hit it again.

This time, the roller door creaked up. Light from inside the
warehouse poured out onto the street. Still getting no response,
we walked inside. It was quite a large place but a complete mess:
new cars, old cars, damaged cars strewn around the place. We saw
our car almost straight way as it was near the entrance. As we
walked towards the car, I thought I saw a door close out of the
corner of my eye. Suddenly, the roller shutter started to come
down behind us, blocking the entrance with a solid clunk. We were
both a bit apprehensive and with no other option obvious, we
continued towards the car.

After waiting for a while, I called out "Hello? Is anyone there?".
My voice reverberated around the cavernous hall.

"Over here. You have to claim your car here," came the booming
reply from the back of the impound.

"You stay here with the car," I said to Sally.

"But I'm afraid. Can't I come with you?"

"No, I want you to make sure that they haven't damaged the car in
any way. I still have 10 months of repayments on it."

Sally looked apprehensive as I walked away. Near the back of the
impound was a small booth. On a wall near the booth was a large
German shepherd dog on a chain. As I approached the back, the dog
snarled, then leapt towards me. I stumbled backwards, fearing that
this savage dog would come straight for my throat. Just as it was
almost on me, the dog reached the end of its chain. The dog was
snapped back towards the wall with a small yelp. It glared at me
and started barking loudly.

A loud laugh came from the booth. "Meet Cujo. He's the chief of
security around here."

Still in shock, I turned towards the booth. A large black man sat
leaning back in a chair, picking his impossible white teeth with a
toothpick. The name Franklin was sewn onto his dirty, blue shirt.

"Now, what can I do for you, *sir*?" he snarled, snidely
emphasizing the last word.

I approached the grill of the booth, and said "I'm here to collect
my car. It's the white BMW in the front."

"Ahh, yes, the white BMW," he said, almost absently, looking up.
"I think that was the pick-up at about 9 o'clock tonight, uptown.
In fact, I seem to recall some unpleasantness during that pick-up.
Something to do with someone inferring I was an asshole, I think."

He and stared at me, all pretence of civility gone. He continued
"So, in order to release your car, there will need to be an extra
payment."

"What do you mean extra payment. I've already paid the fine at the
police station. They didn't say anything about an extra payment!"
I was getting very annoyed at this point.

"No, they didn't. But I've got your keys and unless we reach an
agreement, you're not getting the car."

Great, I thought. I had already spent so much money tonight. This
blackmail just took the cake.

"OK, OK. How much are we talking about?"

"About $500 should do it." He said with a completely straight
face.

"What?!," I exclaimed. "That's ridiculous. I'm calling the cops
right now."

As I got my mobile phone out, he got up off his chair and got out
of his little booth. If this was his attempt to intimidate me some
more, it wasn't going to work. However, to my surprise, he didn't
walk towards me, but towards the wall where the dog was chained.
It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what was happening,
and by then it was too late. He had already unhooked the chain
from the wall and the dog was free!

In my panic, I dropped the phone, and ran as fast as I could the
other way. I could hear Cujo barking loudly just behind me.
Suddenly, I found myself cornered at the back of the room. I
turned around to see the dog about 3 feet from me, jumping up and
tugging at his chain. The chain had a second fastening point in
the ground and it couldn't get any closer to me. I tried to move
along either wall, but the dog snarled and showed its teeth
menacingly and followed my every move. I was well and truly stuck
here.

Franklin walked towards me.

"So, as I was saying...$500 will cover it."

I was trembling as I took out my wallet. "I, I, ah, I don't have
that much money on me."

He looked over at my wife at the other end of the room. "Hmm.
Maybe your wife and I can come up with some other sort of
payment."

"No, she doesn't have any money on her...". My voice trailed off
as I realized that he probably wasn't talking about money. He
ignored me and walked towards my wife.

As Franklin approached, Sally stepped backwards slowly, then more
quickly as he got closer. She backed up until she hit her car and
could go no further. Franklin strode right up to her and stood in
front of her, just inches from her. She looked to small compared
to him; he must have been at least 6 foot 3. She looked up to him
with fear in her eyes.

"Looks like your husband there doesn't have the cash to pay his
fine. He was wondering whether you could help out a bit. I
personally think that he shouldn't rely on you to pay his debts,
but he doesn't seem to have much of a choice."

"I don't have any money either," she said in a weak voice.

"Is that so? Well, I suppose I can be flexible just this once. I
can accommodate you if you can accommodate me, if you catch my
meaning. Otherwise, you and your car are impounded here," he said
as he put one hand on the car near her head and leaned close to
her. His intentions were pretty clear, but Sally did not move.
Perhaps she was paralyzed by fear.

"Well, what about it, do we have a deal?" Franklin asked. Sally
did not look at him, and it almost seemed that she did not hear
him. But then she nodded, almost imperceptibly.

He opened the back door of the car and signalled for her to get
in. "Time to get to work, little lady. See if you can work off the
debt."

"No!" I shouted, but Sally just glanced over to me before looking
down and getting into the car. Without any ceremony, Franklin
pushed Sally flat onto the backseat, her calves sticking out of
the still open car door. He reached in and fumbled for a bit and
then I saw Sally's panties slide down her legs. He helped her out
of one leg, but left the panties dangling on her left leg, just at
her ankle.

He pulled down his pants and I briefly caught the sight of his
cock. It looked big, but he quickly clambered into the car on top
of Sally. I couldn't believe it. He didn't have the decency to
take her to another room, he was going to fuck her in my car right
in front of me! And Sally let him with without so much as a
protest!

From my position at the back corner, I couldn't see into the car,
I could just see the back of the car. All I could see was the
bottom of his legs between my wife's calves. I tried to move along
the wall, but Cujo snarl fixed me in my corner.

As it turned out, I didn't need to see much as I could hear a
stifled yelp from Sally in the car. Her legs tensed slightly.
Franklin had just penetrated my wife. Here I was watching a
strange man fucking my wife, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Please be gentle. I've never done it with a black man before," I
heard her say from inside the car.

"Well, you'll really enjoy this, then!" came his reply. I saw his
feet move as he thrust hard.

"Owww!" her scream echoed loudly in the cavernous room.

"Oh, yeah. Your pussy is so tight."

I saw his feet starting to go up and down, first softly, then
harder. The whole car started lurching, creaking as the suspension
took the load of his thrusts. Meanwhile, I could hear Sally
starting to moan, not so much in pain as before, but more sounding
like pleasure. Soon, they were unmistakable sounds of delight,
each one coinciding with the movements of the car, and louder than
the suspension.

I could still see her calves sticking out of the door. Her feet,
still in her red high heels, contrasted against the beige leather
of the car door. I could clearly see her panties still dangling
from her left ankle, mocking me as they waved up and down.

Her moans became wild panting. Sally was usually quiet as a mouse
during sex and I had never heard her like this. I had always
wished that she was louder when we fucked. To my shame, hearing
her so excited turned me on too, even if it was while she was
fucking another man. Maybe *because* she was being fucked by
another man.

The pumping got faster and slowly, I saw her high heels rising
while they pulsed up and down. The got higher and higher until her
shin bumped into the frame of the door at the top. She pointed her
toes and let out a huge scream.

"Ah!! Yes!!!! Oh, Yeeeessssss!" she came loudly.

This excited Franklin too and he fucked her harder. By the sound
of her whimpering and stilettoed feet jiggling against the door
frame, this sent Sally into further ecstasy. I could also hear his
grunting getting louder too.

"I'm gonna to come," he said between grunts. "Where do you want
it? In your pussy or in your mouth?"

"Mouth!," was all Sally could get out. I was relieved because I
knew she was not on the pill. I was actually amazed that she had
the presence of mind to stop him coming inside her.

In a swift movement, he got up, pulled Sally out of the car and
pushed her down on her knees. He tried to guide his cock into her
mouth, but it had already started spurting. Thick, white streams
of cum splashed onto Sally's face. She held her mouth wide open,
trying to catch as much as possible. What she got she swallowed
eagerly, but most ended up on her face, her dress and flecked
through her dark, long hair.

Then she opened wide and took the head of his penis into her
mouth. Sally gave me blowjobs all the time, but nothing like this.
She moaned as she sucked on him, as if it gave her great pleasure.
She took the shaft in her hands and ran her lips up and down each
sides of his steadily enlarging rod. She swallowed every bit of
cum that she came across. I occurred to me that she was literally
worshipping his cock.

"Yeah, suck me, you white whore. Is my cock bigger than your
husband?"

"Yes" she said, barely interrupting her blow job.

"Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes. Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me," she
whimpered.

He pulled her up roughly and turned her around so that she was
facing away from him. He then bent her over the trunk of my car
and pulled her dress up, revealing her pretty firm ass and sodden
pussy. He positioned himself behind her and put the head of his
cock on the entrance of her cunt. Sally turned around in
anticipation, but he did not move.

"Please, please fuck me," Sally pleaded.

From where I was standing, I could clearly see him entering my
wife. First, his big dark head disappeared into the lips, at which
point Sally tilted her head back and moaned a loud "ohhhh!". I
could clearly see each inch of his 10 inch monster delve deeper
and deeper into her cunt, invoking ever increasing ecstasy in my
wife. Soon, his whole shaft had disappeared inside her.

He leaned over and grabbed both her breasts with his hands, using
them as big handles as he fucked her. His black rod pumped in and
out of Sally's soft, white flesh. Even in her high-heels, Franklin
was much taller than she was and she was standing on the tips of
her toes, her leg muscles straining to keep balance as the assault
from behind intensified.

He stood up again and grabbed her hips so he could fuck her
harder. Sally's moaning became louder and it was clear she was
climaxing again. Her hands were clawing on the car's smooth paint
and her head flayed about wildly.

"Do you like that bitch?" he said as he slammed her from behind.

"Yes!" she cried back. "You're so big! Fuck me harder!"

He complied, now grabbing her hips for a better hold of her. On
and on they went for ten, twenty minutes. I did not know how long,
but Sally had at least 3 more orgasms. Meanwhile, it was clear
that Franklin was also near climaxing again. Before he could say
anything, Sally screamed out loud.

"Do it inside me! I want to feel your hot cum in my pussy!"

I couldn't believe that my wife had now given herself totally to
him. Franklin didn't need a second invitation. He held on tight
and thrust deeply, letting out a huge grunt. Sally just stood
there moaning softly as he pumped her full of his virile juices.

Franklin pulled out of my wife and a small flood of his cum came
out of her gaping cunt and ran down her legs. He pulled on the
bottom of Sally's dress and cleaned his cock on the fabric before
putting it away in his pants. Without looking back at her, he
walked towards me and pulled Cujo back towards the other wall. He
returned to his booth.

When I made my way to the booth, he was filling out the paperwork.
He grinned as he stamped it and gave me a copy. It read:

1 BMW - impounded
Fine - $500.00
Payment - Received in full. Car released in original condition
1 white bitch - impounded
Serviced - Both ends. Released in satisfied condition

I looked over at Sally, who was still bent over the car, dazed and
breathing heavily. Her dress was still up around her waist, and
her engorged and dripping snatch was sticking up in the air. I
couldn't understand why, but the sight of my freshly fucked wife
was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. And much as I hated
this asshole Franklin, I had to admit that the paperwork was
accurate.