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Subject: {ASSM} Rock's Bitch by shooter (ir pro wife)
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Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:10:05 -0400
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Rock's Bitch

by shooter3704 (C)

"Okay Mama, let's see what you got."

How on earth did this happen? I was standing in front of a large strange 
black man in a strange room in a strange city. He was asking me to remove my 
clothing. No, it wasn't asking, he was demanding that I strip.

It all started a few months earlier. My husband and me were laying on the 
bed, fooling around. The kids were both asleep. It was our time of the day.

"I had another chat with Rock," Tommy said, tweaking my bare nipple. Tom 
Monroe is my husband of ten years. I'm Kitty and we both are twenty-nine.

"Oh, what about?" I asked, knowing full well what the topic of the e-mail 
chat had been. I guess I need to go back further to last summer for any of 
this to make sense. ***

Tommy and I were hiking in the Chota State Park. It was an overcast day and 
most of the other hikers were waiting to see what the weather did. Tommy and 
I, adventurous souls that we are, went out anyway. It was warm and the worst 
thing that could happen was that we'd get wet. Big deal.

We were on our way back to our cabin when we came around a bend in the 
trail, near the picnic area, and there was this couple at the edge of the 
trees. A white girl was nude, on her knees performing oral sex on a black 
man. Wordlessly, Tommy and I stepped over off of the trail a few yards and 
watched them.

The woman, a girl really, not a day over sixteen, was sucking on the largest 
penis I had ever seen. Even though she was just a kid, she seemed to know 
what she was doing with that monster. She continued to orally worship the 
man's penis for several minutes until he took her arms, lifted her up, and 
carried her to a picnic table.

Again without having to discuss it, Tommy and I moved to a better vantage 
point where we could see the couple. The big black man sat the girl down on 
the concrete table top, pushed her legs apart and rammed his penis into her. 
She cried out in what had to be pain, but I wasn't certain. He began to 
copulate with her. Slowly at first then harder and deeper. The girl was 
moaning and tossing her head back and forth. I revised my opinion. It wasn't 
pain, it was pure raw animalistic pleasure.

Tommy was breathing hard, and frankly so was I. I thought my heart would 
leap out of my chest. It was the most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. We 
eased farther along the trees so that we could get a better view. I had not 
even been aware that Tommy had taken my hand and was holding on to it 
tightly. I had to lean against a tree to support my trembling knees as the 
man plunged in and out of the girl.

I had not paid much attention to the man's face, so I lifted my eyes away 
from his glistening dick, pounding in and out of her, to look at his face. I 
nearly fainted when I saw that he was looking directly into my eyes. I must 
have gasped when he winked at me, because Tommy put his arm around me and 
pulled me closer to him. Now that I was aware that we were not undetected, I 
wanted to leave, but Tommy was rooted to the spot. The little white girl 
wasn't moaning now, she was screaming as she had orgasms over and over 
again. Suddenly the black man stiffened and groaned loudly as he pumped his 
sperm into her. Tommy and I could see the milky substance running out of her 
gapping opening when he withdrew his massive organ from her. I glanced at 
his face again and he was still looking at me with a smirk on his face.

Tommy and I nearly ran all the back to our cabin. We tore our clothing off 
as we went through the front door and to the bed room. It was the best, the 
most intense sex we had in a long time. Fortunately our kids were with 
Tommy's parents or they would have seen a show. We didn't actually talk 
about what we had witnessed for a long time, but it changed out lives 
dramatically. Tommy started bringing adult videos home, and most of them 
were about black men and white women. Our sex life took a sharp upturn. 
Tommy bought a digital camera and insisted I model for him in various 
degrees of undress. That progressed to videos of us making love.

One night a few months after watching the couple in the park, Tommy and I 
were making love. "Do you like my cock in you, whore?" Tommy said, panting. 
"Do you wish it was bigger and blacker?" That was a new twist, but I happily 
played along.

"Yes," I answered, quite truthfully. "I want a bigger cock.a black cock in 
me." That started a routine. It became part of our love-making fantasy. 
Tommy was very inventive. He came up with a lot of different fantasy 
situations. Prior to the couple in the park, we would make love once, and 
rarely, twice a week. Now it was nearly every night.

Once while we were basking in the afterglow of a particularly hot sweaty 
session, Tommy said, "When you think about that black stud in the park, do 
you fantasize it's you getting fucked instead of that girl?"

I gave that some thought before I answered. Tommy hasn't shown himself to 
have a fragile ego, but I was cautious. "Why do you ask?" I hedged.

"Just curious," he answered. "I do. I mean, when I think about it, sometimes 
I picture you on that picnic table. It's your voice I hear screaming for 
more hard cock. I visualize you on your knees sucking his big cock. You 
didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I fantasize about it sometimes," I answered. "Are you sure you are all 
right with that?"

"Sure," he said rolling over and grinning down at me. "Want to hear some of 
my other fantasies?"

"Of course I do," I answered. "Tell me about them."

"One is, you and I are in a wooded area and we are fooling around. We're 
sitting at a picnic table like the one at Chota. I get your shirt and bra 
off, and I'm playing with your tits. I don't know where he comes from, but a 
black man shows up and he takes over playing with you. I move over and let 
him have you. He fucks you three times while I watch. What do you think 
about that?"

"Wow," was all I could think of. I was heating up again and I could see that 
Tommy's dick was beginning to stir back to life. "You do have a nasty mind, 
don't you?"

"Yeah, but you ain't heard nothing yet," he said laughing. "I'll tell you 
about my other fantasies later. Right now I have something to do." We had 
another long and very satisfying session of hot sex.

Over the next few days Tommy would tell me other fantasies of his. They 
ranged from fairly mild to absolutely wild. One he told me about stayed with 
me, and I could not get it out of my mind. It was where Tommy sold my 
services to a black pimp. The pimp, after using me himself, sold me to other 
black men. I was required to do every sort of sex acts. Over the weeks that 
followed it became our central theme in bed. I had to service two black men, 
then it was three and soon it was a gang-bang. We developed a lot of 
variations to it. Tommy even had a name for his fantasy pimp. He called him 
Rock. It took another month for me to realize that Rock was actually real. 
He was a real black man and he was a real pimp.

Apparently Tommy found a web site and there was a link to Rock's site. Rock 
and Tommy had been corresponding for several weeks. This brings us back to 
the conversation we had in bed.

"What did Rock have to say?" I asked Tommy.

"He's excited," Tommy said leaning over to take my hard nipple between his 
teeth. I have super sensitive breasts. Under the right conditions I can have 
a nice orgasm with just breast play.

"Excited? About what?" I managed to ask.

"I told him I would send him some photos of you. You don't mind do you?"

"We've talked about that, Tommy. I'm not thrilled about my nude pictures 
being out on the internet. What if somebody we know saw them?"

"I told you how I could fuzz up your face," Tommy assured me. "At least at 
first until we see how Rock acts."

"I guess it's okay," I said. The idea that a black pimp would see me nude 
was strangely exciting to me.

"Good. I was hoping you would say that. I sent him a couple yesterday. 
Anyway, I was chatting with Rock a little while ago. Rock wants to see your 
face, and he promised that nobody, but him would see them. What do you 
think?"

Tommy was fingering me. He had two fingers in my puss and his thumb on my 
clitoris and right at that moment I could care less what he sent to who. I 
suppose I must have agreed for him to send unaltered photos. ***

A few days later I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Tommy was at his 
computer. "Hey Kitty," Tommy called me from the den. "Come here a minute. 
You got to see this."

I finished up what I was doing and went to the den. On the screen was a huge 
black penis. "You got to be kidding!" I said. "Trick photography?"

"No, not at all," Tommy said with a huge grin. He zoomed out and I could see 
the giant penis was attached to an equally big man. "Kitty, meet Rock."

"Oh my God," I said staring at the picture of the man. "He doesn't look 
anything like I pictured a pimp to look like."

"He played football for Alabama and was in the pros for a while. Blew out 
his knee and went into business for himself. Has a small chain of motels in 
parts of Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi. He has a small, but according to 
him, selective string of whores that work his businesses."

"He can't be very old," I said still staring at the picture on the screen..

"Naw, he's only thirty-one or two," Tommy said. He made the photo of Rock go 
away and typed and clicked on the computer. I looked over his shoulder to 
see what he was doing.

"Hey Rock, She's here with me." Tommy had typed on the screen

"Hi Kitty. Rock here. It was sure nice to see a picture with your clear face 
on it. You look good enough to eat. How you doin'?"

Tommy slid his chair over and offered me the keyboard.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Talk to him," Tommy said. "It's a secured connection so you can say 
whatever you want to.

I sat down and typed, "Hello Rock. I wasn't sure you were a real person."

"Oh I'm real all right. I've enjoyed chatting with Tom and have looked 
forward to when I could chat with you. If you have any more photos of you 
I'd love to see them. Do you?"

"I think Tommy has several," I typed. "I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with 
you seeing some of them. They're rather explicit."

"You don't have to worry. I'd never let anyone see them unless you said it 
was okay. Tom said you have a black dildo. Can you send me some with you 
using it? I'll think about my black cock in your pink pussy while I look at 
them."

I suddenly got very wet. I glanced at Tommy who was watching me with a 
serious expression. "What do I tell him?' I asked.

"Whatever you want to tell him," Tommy said. "I hope you tell him yes, but 
it's up to you, of course."

"I'll have to think about that," I typed. "In the mean while I have to go 
finish dinner."

"Did your cunt get all wet and slick, thinking about my hard cock in your 
pussy?

"Yes," I typed. "It did, and now I have to go. 'bye for now." I got up and 
hurried to the bathroom to blot my streaming puss. What was happening to me? 
I used to have more control over my passion and urges. ***

That night while Tommy took pictures, I used the black dildo. It had not 
taken all that much to talk me into it. It was terribly exciting to think of 
Rock looking at my pictures while I masturbated. I hoped that he masturbated 
while looking at them.

Over the next few weeks, Rock and I met in a chat room, and had many hot 
steamy conversations. Sometimes Tommy was with me and sometimes it was just 
me and Rock. It was on a Monday afternoon that I checked in with Rock and he 
dropped a bomb on me.

"Hey Kitty with the nice titties," he typed. "I have a great idea. Why don't 
you and ol' Tom come to Alabama for the long weekend that coming up? I'll 
make all the arrangements and of course the room and meals are on me. Won't 
cost you anything, but a little gas money. I really want to meet you in 
person. What do you say?"

I was astonished. I didn't know what to say. Up to now all of this had been 
fantasy, and I wasn't sure I wanted it to be reality.

"I'll have to talk it over with Tommy," I typed slowly. "I think we have 
plans to go to Lake Evergreen with the kids." That wasn't even close to the 
truth. Tommy's parents were coming to get the children and Tommy and I 
planned on doing nothing but relaxing over the long holiday weekend. ***

"How was your day?" Tommy asked when he arrived home.

I handed him a beer. "Pretty much the same as any other day," I answered. 
"Except for getting an invitation to go to Alabama for the weekend. Care to 
guess who invited us?"

Tommy arm froze, the beer halfway to his mouth. After a long moment he took 
a sip. "So, what did you tell him?"

"I told him we were taking the kids to Lake Evergreen," I said. "Well 
actually, I said maybe we were. I didn't know what to tell him. I don't know 
what I think. What do you think?"

"I say we take him up on his offer. He mentioned it to me last night. Why 
not? We deserve to get away for a few days and it won't cost us an arm and a 
leg."

"But this isn't just an ordinary visit or trip," I said. "We both know that. 
Rock is expecting sex with me, isn't he?"

"Sure," Tommy said. "We both also know we want to do it, so why not?"

"Tommy," I said slowly. "Are you sure you want our fantasy to become 
reality. I have to tell you, I have a lot of reservations."

"Yeah, I know you do," Tommy said. "I do too, but I can't help but want to 
see you getting a royal fucking from a black man. I want that to really be 
you on the picnic table instead of that girl. I get hard as a rock just 
thinking about it. We've had a lot of fun with the fantasy now let's move on 
to the real thing."

"But are you sure you could handle seeing me with another man? Would it 
change us forever? I don't know Tommy. Part of me wants to know what it 
would be like and the rest of me is screaming hell no. I think we better 
pass on this invitation."

Poor Tommy looked so disappointed, but he nodded his head and slowly left 
the room. I couldn't stand to see his disappointment. I called after him. 
"Whatever you want to do, honey. You decide and I'll go along with it."

He hurried back in and gave me a hard hug, "Okay," he said. "I'll get in 
touch with Rock and let him know that some prime white pussy is coming." His 
words cause me to start lubricating. That was happening a lot lately. ***

On Tuesday morning I got a surprise call. "Hi sweet tits," a voice said. 
"It's Rock. Tom told me it was all right to call you."

"Oh, Hi Rock," I stammered. Mister Tommy had failed to mention that Rock 
would call on the phone. "I'm surprised. I guess wasn't expecting you to 
call." He had a pleasant educated voice with a deep southern accent

"I asked Tom not to tell you. I wanted to surprise you," he chuckled. "Is 
this a good time?"

I had the cordless phone and had aimlessly moved to the bedroom. I was not 
overly shocked to see that I was flushed when I glanced in the mirror. "Oh 
yes," I said. "Kids are in school and Tommy is at work. Dishes all washed 
and the house work can wait."

"Good," he said laughing softly. "I just wanted to actually hear your voice 
and to tell you that I'm really excited about this weekend. Honestly, I seem 
to know you all ready. Seeing your pictures and having Tom talk about you, 
but I want you to describe yourself to me."

"Oh, well, I'm five six and weight about a hundred fifteen pounds. My hair 
is blonde, at least for the present," I laughed softly. I had actually been 
toying with the idea of dying my hair red.

"Sounds good," Rock said. "What size are your tits?"

"I'm a 36c," I answered, feeling my face flush even more.

"Are your tits sensitive?"

"Yes, very."

"Do you like for your nipples to be pulled on and bit?"

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"Yes. Sometimes when the mood is right."

"Have you thought about getting your nipples pierced? What about your clit?"

"No, not really. Tommy wanted me to get my nipples pierced, but I not sure 
about that."

"You'll love it. My ladies tell me that it keeps their nips hard all the 
time."

"I don't usually have much trouble in that department," I said laughing.

"Can you take a stiff dick in your ass?"

"Yes," I answered. "I like anal sometimes."

"Ever had a cock in your cunt and one in your ass at the same time?"

"No, I've never had an opportunity to try that. If you want the truth, I've 
never have any man except Tommy." I was dripping wet then.

"We need to change that don't we?" Rock said with a low chuckle.

We talked for nearly an hour. Rock asked a lot of questions. My likes and 
dislikes, and some of his. He told me that he liked his women to be clean 
shaven in the pubic area. He said that hair just got in his tongue's way. I 
took the hint and when Tommy got home that night I was as smooth as a baby's 
butt.

On Thursday Rock called and again we talked for a long time. He told me that 
he had made all the arrangements at his motel which was just a four hour 
drive for us and a few hours from his home. For some reason I didn't bring 
up the subject that had been eating at me. I wanted to know why he was 
interested in me, an old married woman with kids. It stood to reason that as 
a pimp, he had all the younger women he could want. I told him that Tommy 
had made arrangements to get off early and his parents would pick the 
children up early so we could make out departure by late afternoon. I told 
him we should be there by seven o'clock at the latest, barring road 
construction or accidents. ***

Friday morning dragged by and I was beginning to think time was standing 
still. I was excited, anxious, worried, and I was nervous, but mostly I was 
excited. I was nearly an emotional basket case by the time Tommy finally got 
home. Since he had packed the night before, and I had spent the morning 
packing my things, all we had to do was toss our luggage in the car and 
leave. On the drive, Tommy insisted that I open my shirt and flash the truck 
drivers. We've done that before, and I enjoyed giving the drivers a boob 
flash. Tommy also kept me entertained with stories of what awaited me. I 
couldn't make up my mind if he was just making up stories, or if he knew 
something. I decided to just wait and see what happened.

We pulled in to the motel parking lot at fifteen minutes until seven. While 
not as large as some of the giant chain motels, it was pretty large. The 
buildings looked nearly new and everything was neat and clean. I estimated 
that there were a hundred or so units. While Tommy waited I went into the 
office to check in. The attractive Latina at the desk flashed me a big smile 
when I told her who we were. When she handed me the key card, she said, 
"Have a nice stay."

Our suite was very large. There was a sitting room, a separate bedroom with 
two king-size beds, and we even had our own hot tub. The bathroom was as 
large as our bedroom back home. I had to use the toilet which was separate 
from the rest of the bathroom. From behind the closed door I heard a 
knocking out front. My heart rate just about doubled. I washed my face and 
quickly put on fresh makeup.

"Ah, there she is," a very dark man and handsome said when I entered the 
main room. "And she is even prettier in person." He took a couple steps and 
folded me into his arms. "I'm Rock," he said as his lips descended to mine. 
We kissed for a long time, his tongue searching for mine. When we finally 
broke from the embrace, I saw Tommy standing, and grinning at us. I was 
soaking wet. "Did he do that to you?" I asked Tommy in a shaky voice.

"Since neither of us are bend in that direction, we settled on a nice warm 
handshake." Rock said rubbing his massive hands together. "Okay, I have 
taken the liberty of making reservations for us at Monte's. He a friend of 
mine and we're all set. Get your glad rags on and let's be on our way. Fine 
dining and fine wine are waiting." That encounter proved to me what I had 
begun to suspect. Rock is a take charge kind of guy.


We quickly changed and were soon ready to go. I was wearing a dress that 
buttoned up the front. It was a deep rose color and came to about mid thigh. 
It was cut fairly low in the front. I wore a matching thong, a garter with 
black hose, black heels, and, at Tommy's insistences, no bra. I had some 
reservations about that. The material was sheer and even the slightest drop 
in temperature, would cause my nipples to be prominently displayed. In fact, 
just thinking about going out in public with Tommy and Rock was causing them 
to stick out. I mentioned it to Tommy.

"Hey Rock," Tommy called. "Kitty is worried that her nipples may show too 
much. What do you think?" He pushed me out of the dressing room.

Rock looked me over carefully and then approached me. He reached and took 
both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged gently. "No, they 
are just right. Beautiful tits should be seen. You are a stunning woman, 
Kitty." He gave me a quick kiss on the lips, leaving me wanting more. "Come, 
let's go."

Monte's was only a couple blocks away from the motel, but we traveled in a 
long black limo. It seemed that Rock was sparing no expense. The meal was 
magnificent. We had cocktails before the meal, and a wonderful wine with the 
meal. By the time desert came I was more than a little tipsy. We were 
sitting at a horseshoe shaped table. I sat between Rock and Tommy. One or 
the other or both had a hand on my bare thigh through most of the meal.

"I'm pleased you are not wearing panty hoses," Rock said toying with the 
garter snap. "I hate them with a passion. What do you think of them Tom?"

"I'm in total agreement," Tommy answered, slightly slurring the words. "They 
suck the big one."

"Speaking of that," Rock said lowering his voice. "Here comes our host. 
Monte is hung like a horse." I looked in the direction Rock was looking and 
I saw a small black man in tuxedo, coming our way. I saw nothing impressive 
about him. "They say if Monte hadn't turned out to be mostly cock, he would 
have been a giant," Rock added with a chuckle.

Rock stood up and shook hands with the smallish man, and introduced both 
Tommy and I. The man's eyes lingered on my chest for a long time. "Any 
friends of Rock are always welcome," he said, his voice much deeper than I 
would have expected from such a small man. "Is everything to your liking?"

We assured him that it was very much to our liking. Rock and Monte walked a 
few steps away and had a brief conversation. Rock patted the little man on 
the back, nodded and left him to return to Tommy and me.

"Monte was wondering if he might be able to sample your considerable charms, 
Kitty," Rock informed us. I was aware my mouth dropped open, but there was 
nothing I could do about it.

"What did you tell him?" Tommy asked with a foolish grin.

"I told him that it was entirely within the realm of possibility, but only 
after I had sampled them," Rock replied smiling at me. "If we have finished 
here, let's go back to your room and make ourselves comfortable."

I got up on shaky legs as they escorted me out of the dinning room. Rock let 
his hand rest on my butt and I saw several women glance at me with looks I 
couldn't decipher. I think it was mostly envy, because I was with two good 
looking men.

In the stretch limo, Rock and Tommy took turns kissing and fondling me. Rock 
managed to get his hand on my thong covered puss. It seemed to take a lot 
longer to go to the motel than it had to go from the motel to the 
restaurant. Not that I was complaining because I was enjoying the attention.

When we arrived back at our room I saw that someone had put more champagne 
in an ice bucket. I excused myself to go freshen up. Actually I needed some 
time to get my thoughts together. I was, without a doubt, only a few minutes 
away from having sex with a man other than my husband. I was going to have 
sex with a stranger and a black man to boot. My thoughts were not a mental 
debate, because the decision had already been made. I was simply mentally 
preparing myself.

I removed the soaking wet thong, unbuttoned the top two buttons on my dress, 
and went out to join the guys. Soft music was playing from some hidden 
speakers. Tommy and Rock sat on a sofa and both looked up as I approached. 
Eager anticipation was apparent on both of their faces. I suppose there was 
a similar look on mine. Rock stood and handed me a glass of champagne. I 
managed to get most of it drank without spilling it. My hands were shaking 
like crazy. I sat the glass down on a table.

"Are you ready, Kitty?" Rock asked softly. "Are you ready for a night of 
fucking, the like of which you have never even dreamed of? Are you ready for 
me to fuck you in every hole that will accommodate my cock?" While he was 
asking me the questions, he unbuttoned my dress until it hung open all the 
way. He reached his big hand in and cupped one of my breasts. "Are you ready 
to scream in delight as I penetrate your cunt with my black cock?" He got a 
hand on the other breast and massaged both nipples simultaneously. He raised 
his hands so as to cause the dress to fall away leaving me with nothing on, 
but my heels, hose and garter. "Are you ready to take my black cock in your 
mouth and suck me until I come? Are your ready to swallow my come?" I tried 
to say yes, but it only came out as a squeak. Rock released my nipples and 
put his huge paws on my bare shoulders, gently pushing he down. "Get down on 
your knees and take my cock out," he ordered.

I glanced at Tommy to see how he was taking this. He had a big grin on his 
face, and he nodded at me. I knelt, and I undid Rock's belt and opened his 
pants. As I tugged them down his massive dick sprang out, causing me to lean 
back away from it. Rock pulled me back close to it. His dick was blacker as 
the rest of him. It was long, thick and hard, and when I got one hand on it 
I could feel the heat radiating from it. I could not get my hand completely 
around it, so I used both hands. There was a drop of lubricant on the very 
tip of it and I licked it off. I wasn't at all sure I could get his manhood 
in my mouth, but I was determined to try real hard. I was aware that Tommy 
had changed seats, so that he could watch me suck this monstrous black cock. 
Part of our fantasy had already became reality. There I was, nearly naked, 
on my knees with a black dick in my mouth. When my jaws got tired and 
started to cramp, I changed tactics and licked his cock along the length of 
it. After my jaw rested, I got it back in my mouth and sucked some more.

"There will be time for more of that later," Rock said. "Go in the bedroom 
and lie on the bed. I want you to spread your legs for me." I did as he 
commanded. I lay across the bed and pulled my knees up exposing myself to 
him as he approached. "Play with your pussy," Rock ordered. Again, I did as 
he commanded. I was operating in some kind of automatic response mode. He 
kicked his pants off and removed his shirt as he made his way toward me. I 
was so excited and scared, I thought for a moment I might throw up. He 
stopped at the edge of the bed, pulled me out so that my butt was at the 
very edge. He took his massive member, and put it at the opening of my 
womanhood. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit.

"Tell me, little one," he said his cock pushing slightly against my 
clitoris. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I managed to say. "I want you in me."

"You can speak plainer than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

"I want you to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me!" I said, having a 
couple mini orgasms as I did. I raised my hips up to bring my pussy into 
better contact with his hard cock. I felt funny, because I hardly ever used 
the word 'fuck', but that was exactly the only word that fit the occasion. I 
didn't want this huge black man to make love to me. I wanted him to fuck me.

"Put it in," Rock ordered. I leaned forward and grasped his hot pulsating 
cock and put it to my opening. Rock leaned in and the head of his cock went 
into my pussy causing a larger orgasm. It was one of the hundreds I would 
have before the night was over.

Rock pulled my legs even farther open and leaned in causing his cock to 
penetrate more and suddenly I was filled. Completely filled with hard black 
cock. He fucked me in that position for a few minutes and then changed me to 
doggy style. I was on my knees on the bed with Rock holding on to my hips 
while pounding his cock into me. I saw Tommy come around to watch my face as 
Rock slammed me. Tommy was slowly stroking his dick and grinning. I tried to 
smile at him, but frankly I'm not sure what expression I showed. I heard 
some woman yelling and cursing, and I giggled when I realized it was me. All 
I knew for sure was, I was flying high. The reality was great.

A little later Rock lay on his back and I mounted him. I was laying on him, 
my pussy totally filled, when Tommy got on the bed and offered me his dick 
to suck. Poor Tommy was so excited, I barely got his dick in my mouth before 
he shot off. We all had to take a moment and laugh about it. Tommy did 
better a little while later when he butt fucked me while Rock fucked my 
pussy. Rock had been right.I did love double penetration. ***

I woke up slowly with that confused feeling you sometimes get waking up in a 
strange bed. I stretched and kicked the cover off of my naked body. As I lay 
there it all came back in a flood of erotic recollection. I had been fucked 
by a black man, many, many times. I had been fucked by two men at the same 
time. I had engaged in the most erotic kinds of sex and I had enjoyed 
it...every part of it. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly 
noon. I wondered where Tommy and Rock had gotten to, as I seemed to be alone 
in the luxurious room. I remembered that all three of us had been in one bed 
when I drifted off to sleep.

I was torn two ways. Part of me wanted to get up and part of me wanted to 
stay right there and enjoy the fact I was doing nothing. I settled on the 
latter, so I lay back and thought about the previous evening.

I have nothing to compare last night to. Nothing in my past had prepared me 
for such a night. Rock was like a hard, warm, breathing sex machine. He 
caused me to be an orgasmic being. I have had occasions where I would have a 
series of orgasms, but somewhere about midnight I started coming hard, and 
didn't stop for over an hour. One orgasm after the other, after the other. 
When one had barely subsided, another was starting. Tommy would jump in to 
help Rock from time to time, but not very often. Rocks recharge time seemed 
to be about five or six minutes which coincided with Tommy's staying power. 
It had been a night of continuous, non stop sex.

I suddenly realized that my fingers had strayed to my puss. Surprise, 
surprise, I was all ready wet. I longed to lay there and keep doing myself, 
but the pressure on my bladder w demanded I get up to the bathroom. On the 
way through the dressing room I saw a note taped on the mirror. I took it 
with me to the toilet.

"Dearest one," the note said. "Rock had some business to attend to and I 
found a golf course. You know me. I'll see you around three and Rock said he 
would see us around eight o'clock tonight for dinner. Rock left you the limo 
to take you shopping. He left a list on the table by the door. Love ya Tom. 
PS, You were great last night.

After a long hot shower I dressed and found the list that Rock had left. It 
read: Dear hot Momma, My driver will take you to a couple of shops. His name 
is Lamar and he has a credit card and will take care of the bills. At 
Sally's Boutique, buy three or four real sexy (and I mean slutty) dresses. 
Denise is the manager, and she knows what I like, so you should listen to 
her advice. At Patti's Lingerie, buy a lot of nice things that I (or 
someone) can tear off of your lily white and wonderfully hot body, just 
before you get ravished. Also buy several pairs of fuck-me shoes. Patti or 
one of her ladies can help you. Now pretty one, let me say that I had a 
wonderful time with you last night and the wee hours of this morning. You, 
Kitty, are a great fuck and I should know. I want a lot more of your cunt, 
mouth, and ass. Damn, I'm getting hard just thinking about tonight. Rock.

'He's buying? Sounds like my kind of guy. Take charge all you want to Mister 
Rock,' I thought as I looked at the list. 'Bring it on big man, bring it 
on.'

The limo driver, Lamar, was a nice young black man and our first stop was 
Sluts-r-Us. Actually is was a nice shop, and nothing in it was cheap. Denise 
proved to be a nice lady and very helpful. She apparently had been expecting 
me, because she had several outfits already laid out. While Lamar sat off 
out of the way, and watched, I tried them on.

"Now that's one, for sure," Denise said when I emerged from the dressing 
room. It was a black silk cocktail dress that frankly left little to the 
imagination. It was cut very low in front and back, and was designed to be 
worn without a bra. The dress clung to every curve. I felt that my boobs 
would fall out at any minute. Fortunately in spite of my size, my boobs 
don't sag very much. "What do you think, Lamar?" she asked the driver who 
was staring at me.

"Damned fine," he answered immediately. "Looks like a million bucks." I had 
looked at the price tag while in the dressing room. It wasn't a million 
bucks, but it cost more than any five dresses I owned.

"Rock wanted me to have you try this one," Denise said handing me another 
silky dress. I took it into the dressing room and when I tried to put it on 
I realized it was designed to completely expose one breast. When and where 
on earth did he expect me to wear this thing? After Denise kept urging me I 
summons up enough courage to step out of the dressing room. I have seen some 
old paintings of the Roman empire, or maybe it was Greek, where the women 
exposed a breast, but nothing recently. I know my face must have been twenty 
shades of red.

"Man alive," Lamar said when I turned around. "Wow!"

"Yes indeed," Dense said studying me. "Wow just about says it all. You have 
beautiful breasts, Kitty. The guys, and almost certainly, some of the gals 
will love you in this number. That's two outfits."

We left Sally's Boutique after running up a bill of over two thousand 
dollars. Our next stop, while not as costly as Sally's, was, never the less, 
very expensive. I had never even consider underwear like the things I left 
with. I've have never even seen some of it in catalogs. Panties with a slit 
in the crouch, bras with holes for my nipple to stick out, tiny little 
thongs that were nothing more than strings, and several other erotic items. 
I left wearing a pair of shoes with eight inch heels. I felt like a pig on 
ice trying to walk around in them. I got four pairs of the extremely high 
heels. The owner, Sally, told me that I would get used to them after a short 
while. I certainly hoped so.

Later when Lamar escorted me into the restaurant for lunch, I felt like 
every pair of eyes were staring at me. I was wearing the first silk dress I 
tried on with a pair of the stilts. I kept glancing down to make sure my 
boobs were not hanging out. Sally had been right. I did get used to the 
eight inch heels after walking on them a while. It changes your balance, but 
it was fairly easy to make the adjustment. After lunch it was on to the 
beauty shop. I took the plunge and had my hair dyed red. Not a bright red, 
but a deep rich copper color red. I was lavished with attention. Facial, 
manicure and pedicure. I felt like a princess must feel.

Back at the motel, Lamar opened the limo door for me, I strolled across the 
parking lot with Lamar carrying the load of bags and boxes. As I entered the 
lobby an older couple was coming out. The man couldn't take his eyes off of 
me until his wife punched him in the ribs. I don't think I have every had so 
many people looking and apparently admiring me. I could get used to it, 
because it felt great. For the first time in my life I felt completely sexy, 
maybe even a little bit wanton.

"Hi, Honey," Tommy said when I entered the room. "Oh my God! You look.you 
are.Damn, you look good! I like your hair that way and that dress.Damn!"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I said laughing at his excitement. Lamar set 
the packages down and left.

"Rock just called." Tom said. "He asked that you wait until he got here to 
model your new things. He should be here within the hour. So, did you have a 
good day?"

"I had a marvelous day. I like being pampered."

"Did you have a good time last night?" Tommy asked me with a sly look on his 
face.

"Yes I did. It was great. I can't believe I didn't even want to try it. I do 
have one question.do you still feel the same about me? I mean, you and me?"

"No," Tommy answered quickly. "I don't feel the same way. I love you even 
more than I ever have. Watching you with Rock gave me a clear picture of 
just how beautiful and sexy you really are. I anticipated that it would be 
great, but I had no idea how great it would actually be. I couldn't believe 
how vocal you could get, either. You and Rock were still at it when I fell 
asleep. How long did you two go at it?"

"I don't know. I remember seeing a clock beside the bed and it was nearly 
three o'clock, and he kept on for a long time after that. Rock was 
fantastic," I said putting my hand on his cheek. "You were wonderful, too. I 
can't help but wonder what he has in store for us tonight?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see. So you liked your first black 
experience, huh?"

"I did indeed," I said feeling a tingle of excitement run through me. "I 
surely did." ***

Rock arrived about an hour later. Lamar was with him carrying a load of 
camera equipment.

"Lamar is a professional photographer. You'll find that Lamar has many 
talents," Rock explained. "We need to capture this momentous occasion on 
film. Let the modeling begin."

I was a little bit nervous, but nothing like I had been on Friday. I drank a 
couple glasses of wine to settle my nerves, and by the time Lamar had his 
lights set up, I was ready. I changed into the off shoulder dress. The one 
with one tit out and the guys seemed to like it. Next was a piece of the 
more modest pieces of lingerie. They seemed to like it a lot also. I changed 
from ensemble to the next and paraded in front of the men. Lamar took 
hundreds of photos. I wore the high, high heels with every change. I could 
tell the men, all of them including Lamar, were aroused. I found, somewhat 
to my surprise, I enjoyed making men get hard and desire me. Talk about an 
ego boost. My last change was into one of the tiny thongs. I didn't wear 
anything except the wispy thong. No shoes this time. The little scrap of 
material was just two gold cords that went from the waistband and down 
between my legs on either side of my pussy. It was more nude than nude, 
because it drew attention to my pussy. I felt powerful wearing it in front 
of the men.

I walked out into the room and was only mildly surprised that all of them 
were naked. I walked slowly by Tommy and Rock, stopping in front of them to 
turn and bend over so they could see me from behind. Next I went to where 
Lamar was. I posed in several postures including laying on the carpet and 
spreading my legs for the camera. Lamar snapped the shutter as fast as he 
could and reloaded film several times.

"Let me snap a few," Rock said, taking the camera from the young black man. 
"You go play with the model."

Lamar came over to me and pushed my legs open. He leaned down and began to 
eat me. I was already very excited and I came after just a few minutes of 
his ministration. He was very good at oral sex. Lamar twisted around so that 
we were in a classic sixty-nine position. I took his throbbing cock in my 
mouth. He was a nice size, but nowhere as large as Rock. Lamar and Tommy 
were about the same size.

"Fuck her," Rock hissed a short while later. "Stick that cock in her cunt, 
Lamar."

Lamar was eager to obey and he quickly got into position. Tommy was nice 
enough to toss a cushion from the sofa and Lamar put it under my butt. Lamar 
positioned his dick and with one swift move, rammed it all the way in my 
soaking pussy. He begun to piston in and out rapidly. I was coming before he 
got all the way into me.

"You are Lamar's first white woman," Rock said. He had knelt down beside my 
head and put his large cock to my lips. I readily took it into my mouth as 
far as I dared. "What do you think of white pussy, Lamar?" he asked.

"She's fuckin' good," the young man grunted. "Best I ever had." He was 
fucking me faster than I had ever been fucked. I just knew he couldn't last 
very long at that rate. I was wrong. Lamar fucked me for over fifteen 
minutes without even letting up his fast pace. I lost count of my orgasms. 
Suddenly Lamar grunted and I could feel a blast of sperm hit the walls of my 
pussy. I had a major climax right at that moment.

I didn't get any recovery time, because as soon as Lamar got off of me, 
Tommy took his place. Tommy didn't go as fast or hard as Lamar did, but it 
was still nice. When Tommy finished, adding his load of sperm, Rock took his 
turn. Rock filled me in places that neither Tommy nor Lamar had reached. I 
started that series of orgasms. Rock called it machinegun coming One right 
after another, so fast that it seemed like one continuous orgasm. Whichever 
man wasn't screwing me, was taking pictures of the others and I. When Rock 
came, Lamar was ready again. At Rock's direction, Lamar lay on his back and 
I mounted him, facing away. Tommy took pictures as I slid down on Lamar's 
cock.

Lamar screwed me that way for a few minutes and Rock told him to let me up a 
moment. When I stood up, Rock made me bend over and he put some kind of 
lubricant on and in my rectum. He motioned me to get back on Lamar, but 
before I did I could feel the lube heating up. It wasn't unpleasant, just 
different. As I got closer to Lamar's cock he directed it to my butthole. It 
took a moment for him to fit, but soon I wiggled down until he was firmly 
embedded in my ass.

Lamar grabbed my breasts and used them to pull me back until my back was 
against his chest. Rock knelt between my open legs and leaned down until his 
pole was lined up with my pussy.

"You black cock sucking whore. Are you ready to have two black cock in you?" 
Rock growled, his voice husky.

"Yes," I said realizing that my voice was several octaves higher than 
normal. "Stick your cock in me."

"Admit it," Rock said putting the very tip of his cock in me. "You are 
nothing but a black cock loving whore. You crave black cock in your cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes," I yelled. "I want black cock in my cunt. I'm a black cock 
loving whore. Put it in and fuck me."

Rock effortlessly slid his cock into my sperm filled pussy. I was aware that 
I was screaming, but I have no idea what I was saying. All I know was I was 
urging them on. While Rock and Lamar were fucking my ass and pussy, Tommy 
put his dick where I could reach it with my mouth.

"Now you're air-tight," Rock said with a laugh. "All fuckable holes are full 
of cock."

They kept at least two dicks in me for over an hour. Rock and Lamar dragged 
a low table over and put me on it. It was padded with leather, and felt much 
better than the carpet. By the time they were worn out, I was as limp as an 
old dishrag. I thought I was fucked out, but after a hot shower, a douche, 
and a relaxing fifteen minutes in the hot tub, I was feeling almost human 
again.

"After dinner, we'll get slightly drunk and have a ball," Rock said. "Than 
we'll go to this club I know. Kitty, I want you to wear that cute dress, but 
take the other one with you. You'll change into it later."

"Which other one do you want me to take?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew 
the one he was talking about. What kind of club allows bare breasts?

"The one where one beautiful tit is showing," he said with a smile. "The 
boys will love it."

"What boys?" I asked. I was beginning to have some reservations about all of 
this.

"Some of my friends at the club," he answered with a grin. "It's a special 
and very private club. You'll be the belle of the ball."

"Will we be dancing?" I asked, for something to say. My mind was reeling.

"You'll be doing most of the dancing," Rock said with an wicked grin.

"What exactly are we talking about? Will there be other women there? What 
kind of club is it?"

"No, you will be the only one," Rock said flatly.

"Now wait just a minute," I said alarmed for the fist time in the 
twenty-four hours we had been there. "I don't think so."

"I do think so," Rock said his smile fading, "I own your ass, Kitty. I paid 
Tom good money for you and you'll do what I say. Tell her Tom."

"He's right Kitty," Tommy said grinning at me. "You belong to Rock for the 
whole weekend."

"You sold me?" I gasped.

"I sold your services," Tommy answered calmly. "Get used to it."

I was floored. Tommy had made his fantasy my reality. I belonged to Rock. I 
glanced at the door thinking I could get out before they could catch me. I 
dismissed that notion as soon as it dawned on me that I was still naked. I 
settled down in the steaming water and thought about my situation. Was this 
what I wanted? Had I crossed some line I hadn't even seem? Did I have 
options? I weighed the pros and cons and to my shame the only bad thing I 
could think of was catching a STD. That scared the hell out of me. I voiced 
my concern.

"Not to worry," Rock said. "All the men you'll encounter tonight will be 
clean, but we take no chances. Everybody will were rubbers. Tonight you will 
be my whore and you are going to fuck a lot of black cock. This afternoon 
was just a warm-up session. You are a whore for black cock aren't you?" I 
nodded slowly. It was hard to deny what was becoming so evident. Rock 
reached over and stroked my breast. He pinched my nipple a little. "Say it 
out loud, Kitty," he said pinching the nipple harder.

"I'm a whore for black cock," I said softly. "I hope you're happy Tommy."

"I am," Tommy said. "Just relax and enjoy it. You'll do great, Honey."

"But why me? Why an old married woman with kids? Surely Rock, you can find 
younger and prettier women to be your whores." I had been asking myself that 
question and now it was said out loud.

"Of course I can find younger women. But none any prettier than you. I don't 
think you realize just how good you do look," Rock said, still stroking my 
breast. "My clientele want housewives. Married white housewives that love to 
fuck. They don't want young untrained girls. They don't want run of the mill 
whores. They want a woman just like you.exactly like you All of my ladies 
are white, married and like to fuck. Some of my clients like it even better 
when the woman's husband is there to watch them fuck his wife. That's 
something I forgot to mention, Tom. You'll set it out tonight. You'll just 
be on the bench and cheer her on."

"Okay with me," Tommy said with a grin. "I get to go home with her."

"Is this deal, or whatever you call it, is it just for this weekend?" I 
asked.

"Yeah, just until you load up Monday afternoon and go back to your home," 
Rock answered. "Tom and I only have a short term contract on your ass. We 
may workout a longer contract later, but that remains to be seen."

"What kind of men will be there?" I asked still wrestling with the notion 
that I was a whore.

"All kinds of black men," Rock said. "Some good looking, some ugly as sin. 
Some lean and some as fat as a hog. Some will have big cocks and some not so 
big."

"Any bigger than you?" I asked timidly. I was beginning to feel that heated 
excitement building deep down in the pit of my stomach again.

"I doubt it," Rock said. "There's not many of those super cocks, you read 
about, around. I'm nine and a half inches and the only man I know that's 
much larger than that, is Monte. He won't be there tonight," he added with a 
chuckle. "He's having you for Sunday brunch." ***

I didn't have a lot of appetite at the beginning of dinner. Three Champagne 
cocktails helped calm me down and restored my appetite. Rock and Tommy kept 
up a steady stream of conversation, which centered mainly around me and my 
sexuality.

"You're mighty quiet tonight," Rock said to me. "What's on your mind?"

"I'm just worried about tonight," I replied truthfully.

"Nothing to be worried about," Rock said. "Just take it like it comes. Look 
at it this way. Nobody going to hurt you. I'm make sure of that. There ain't 
nothing they can do that you haven't already done. Just more of it. You are 
going to do fine."

"I wasn't a whore back then," I mumbled. "Okay, when does all this start and 
how does it come about?"

"Goina start in about forty-five minutes," Rock said glancing at his watch. 
"You'll change in to that tit showing dress in the limo. We'll go in a back 
door and I'll walk with you on a tour of the room. They'll be about twelve 
or fifteen men in there waiting on you. Could be as many as twenty. We'll 
give them all a close look and a feel or two. You might as well leave your 
panties off, they'll just get in the way. When everybody has had a look and 
a feel, we'll go up on the stage and the bidding will start. First bid is to 
see who gets you first, and how much they'll pay for that privilege. Second 
bid is to see who gets you second, and so on until we have the first five. 
The fifth bid sets the price for everybody else. The first five will get to 
fuck you in private if they want to. There a nice room set up for that. 
Later you'll get to fuck the men in groups. Two or three at a time. They'll 
have already paid for that. After the first round, your cunt, mouth and ass 
is free. I can almost guarantee you, that at some point later in the 
evening, they'll start a round robin fuck session."

"Round robin? What's that?" Tommy asked.

"One right after another for a long time. Nobody will come until everybody 
has had several goes. A good round robin may take an hour or more.," Rock 
said. He looked at me, "You feeling okay?"

"Hell no!" I snapped. "My stomach is doing flip-flops."

Rock took a small vial out of his jacket pocket. "This will help," he said 
pouring the contents into my wine glass. "None of my ladies use drugs. I'll 
run their ass off if I find out they do, but the first time is always a 
special case. This time, I'll let you have a mild tranquilizer. Drink it, 
Kitty, it will help you get started. Also I have a suppository for you to 
insert in your ass just before we go in there."

"What on earth do I need a suppository for?" I asked taking a sip of the 
wine. It didn't taste bad at all, so I drank it all in two gulps.

"I don't have any idea who'll get the top bid," Rock said. "It may be a 
pussy hound and that's all he going to want. But on the chance that he turns 
out to be an ass-buster, the suppository will relax the muscles in your ass 
so that you don't get hurt. Lamar will be right outside the door when they 
take you in. Everyone of them knows I don't stand for any of my bitches 
getting hurt, but you never know. If some asshole gets out of line call 
Lamar. If he can't handle it, I can. Okay folks, it nearly show time. Let's 
go make some money."

Money was not on my mind at that moment. It couldn't have been farther from 
what I was thinking about. By the time we got to the car, whatever Rock had 
put in my wine was working. I felt calm and relaxed. With Tommy and Rock's 
help I got the dress changed. Neither managed to help without fondling me 
while they did.

The trip took about thirty minutes and when we arrived, I saw that it was a 
concrete block building without any signs or outside lights. In fact it was 
a plain looking building sitting all by itself. I could see that there were 
several cars parked in front of the building. Lamar pulled the limo around 
to the back of the building. I got on my hands and knees on the seat and 
Rock inserted the suppository. He managed to get a couple of fingers in my 
already moist pussy. Rock told me that he had the suppositories made 
special. He also told me that in a little while I would feel a very mild 
itching sensation. He told me it wouldn't bother me much, but I sure 
wouldn't mind if somebody wanted to scratch the itch for me. He added with 
an evil laugh that it was a certainty that I would have the itch scratched.

We went in the building. It was brightly lit and a heavy layer of smoke 
hovered along the ceiling. There were six or seven tables with men sitting 
at them. There was a loud sound of conversation and laughter as we entered. 
All the sound suddenly ceased, except for the occasional cough or someone 
clearing a throat. Tommy left Rock and I, and went to a seat near the front 
of the room directly in front of the stage. I noticed that a large screen TV 
was showing a porno film.

"Well now would you look at what ol' Rock brought us?" a voice said.

"Hey man, that's prime pussy," another voice said. There was an increase of 
conversation and ribald comments as Rock led me to the first table. "I like 
redheads almost as much as I do blondes."

"Gentlemen," Rock said in a loud voice, "This is Kitty."

I heard the words Kitty and tittie mentioned from around the room. A short 
fat man, sitting closest to me reached over and cupped my bare breast.

"Nice," he said gently caressing me. "Very nice." Every man at the table had 
a feel of that breast. Some were gentle and some rough. I had stared to 
lubricate harder at the first touch. At that table, and all the rest, I was 
felt up, both on the breast and under my dress.

"Hey, she's got a bald cunt," one man announced to the group. "And she's 
already wet. This bitch is ready!"

After the tour of the room, Rock led me to the stage. It was then I 
recognized the woman in the porno. It was me! Me, Rock, Lamar and Tommy from 
earlier in the day. I hadn't realized that there had been a video camera. 
Talk about a shock. These men had been watching me with three men getting 
fucked in every imaginable position.

"Now gentlemen," Rock said loudly. "This is the moment you have waited on. I 
present to you Kitty, who is a married lady and only this weekend got to 
experience a black cock for the first time in her life. Also it was the 
first time she ever experienced two black men at the same time. As you have 
seen on the TV, she takes to black fucking like a duck takes to water. I can 
personally testify that she is a great fuck, and that too much just ain't 
nowhere near enough. You all know the deal. First and highest big get her 
first. You can take her to the bedroom if that's what you want, or you can 
fuck her right here so all of us can watch. That, of course, is up to the 
successful bidder. Who going to start the bidding at two?"

"I'll bid two," the fat man who had touched me first said.

"I'll go two five," a voice called.

"Make it three," the man who had announced I was wet, yelled loudly. "I want 
some of that wet cunt."

The bidding continued for a while and finally stopped at six-five. It took 
me a minute to realize they were talking about thousands. The fat dude was 
going to pay sixty-five hundred dollars to have sex with me! My head was 
reeling and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Who would pay that much 
for sex?

"Okay," Rock said after announcing the winner,. "Let get the rest of the 
bidding over with before we get to the goodies." The second man, a tall slim 
man, won that bid at five thousand. Number three was a winner at three 
thousand, three hundred, and fourth at twenty-five hundred. Number five who 
set the price for everybody else came in lower at one thousand two hundred 
dollars. I thought used goods got badly devalued until I considered it. Who 
would be foolish enough to bid against him, knowing they were setting their 
own price, too. I felt some better about it after that revelation. I've 
always been quick with numbers and it didn't take me very long to figure 
that Rock stood to make over thirty thousand from tonight. I hadn't actually 
counted the men in the room so it could be much more.

"Kitty," Rock said taking my arm. "I sure Carl will want you in the bedroom. 
Let's go." He and I followed the fat waddling man to a door which stood open 
reveling a nicely furnished bedroom and a king-size bed. ***

"Okay Mama, let's see what you got."

I strolled around the room until I got in front of the chair on which he had 
lowered his bulk All the stomach churning that I had experienced earlier was 
gone. Now all I felt was a heated excitement that was coursing through my 
body.

I stopped in front of him and slowly raised the dress up over my head. I 
took it completely off and tossed it on another chair. I stood in front of 
this black stranger wearing nothing, but a pair of high stilettos.

"All right," he said softly, his beady eyes shinning brightly. "All right. 
You 'bout ready for some suckin' and fuckin?"

"Yes sir," I answered, a quiver of excitement in my voice. I was a whore for 
black cock and I admit it. I was more than ready.

He stood up and dropped his pants and boxers, displaying a nice six inch 
dick. It hung downward. Carl took off his shirt and sat back down on the 
chair. He motioned me forward.

I went to him, knelt down and took his soft dick in my hand. I kissed the 
tip and stroked him. Lo and behold the thing started to grow and get harder 
as I sucked him. It just kept getting bigger until it reached nearly seven 
or so inches and was as hard as any dick I had ever had in my hand or mouth. 
That was a great start to an exciting and lust filled night.

After I sucked the fat man to full erection, he took me to the bed. Carl lay 
down and told me to 'ride the pony'. That was an expression I became 
familiar with. He wanted me on top which I did. Driven by lust, I literally 
crammed his cock in me and rode him like a pony.

After Carl finished with his turn, I showered and cleaned up in preparation 
for the second man, who wasn't as nice as fat old Carl had been.

The second man, named Jerry, was rougher and he didn't waste anytime on 
pleasantries. He pushed me down, jerked my legs apart and got right to it. 
He came twice and caused me to come one time real large and sever smaller 
times.

Man number three came in and I was surprised to see that Tommy followed him 
into the room. At my questioning look, Tommy just shrugged and took a seat 
at the foot of the bed. Number three's name was Marcus and he was a big man. 
As large as Rock and almost as black in every category.

Marcus took his time and did the whole seduction bit. As I had with the 
second man, I was dressed, if that's what you can call it, in the one boob 
free dress. Marcus and I made out while sitting on the side of the bed. A 
lot of kissing and fondling. He took his time in getting to my pussy, and by 
the time he did I was steaming. Marcus kept glancing at Tommy to make sure 
he was watching as he took the white wife. It was an oblivious power play or 
something like it. I didn't care, I was loving it and Tommy didn't seem to 
mind either, and he was watching closely. Marcus pushed the dress off of my 
shoulder, exposing the other breast, which he attacked, biting and sucking 
it. He got me off just doing that.

Soon Marcus seemed to tire of the make-out bit and got me on the bed. He 
made me get on my hands and knees facing Tommy.

"You watching white boy?" Marcus growled. He was running his hard cock up 
and down my slit. "You got your eyes on your pretty little whore wife?" 
Tommy assured Marcus he was watching. "You watch her face while I ram this 
black cock in her cunt." He did, causing me to grunt when he did so. I 
started to lurch forward, but Marcus held my hips, pulling me back onto him. 
Tommy smiled and winked at me. Marcus started a slow rhythm of fucking, 
which he maintained for five or six minutes. I quickly had several big 
orgasms.

"Now boy," Marcus said. "You watch real close while I ass fuck your wife." 
Marcus withdrew his cock from my pussy and shoved it in my rectum without a 
care if he hurt me or not. It didn't hurt and I welcomed his cock in my ass. 
The itch needed to be scratched. After a few minutes of anal sex, Marcus 
told Tommy to hold my hand while he fucked me.

"You hold on to her, boy," Marcus said, his voice ragged. "I'm going to 
shoot off in your wife's ass." He did a few minutes later. I could feel the 
hot sperm empty into in my bowels. The anal sex produced a couple more nice 
orgasms. When I returned from showering both Marcus and Tommy were gone.

Men number four and five were nothing to write home about. They both took me 
in the pussy and anus and both caused me to come several times. I don't even 
remember their names. Number five also required Tommy to watch as he took 
me. He was even more vocal than Marcus had been. He called me vile and 
obscene names.

After that it was just one continuous sexual experience. I was fucked in 
every position know to man, I think. After the fifth man had his turn they 
didn't even bother to close the damned door. They waited in line yelling 
obscene comments and suggestions to the man fucking me. One black man after 
the other. Later I was back out in the main room on a padded table 
apparently build for the purpose of having sex. There was no pretense of 
anything except a gang-bang. I took them all, one, two, and three at a time. 
Once I had a man in my pussy, another in my ass, and one in my mouth while 
two other men sucked and pulled on my nipples.

While a lot of that orgy is a blur to me, I do remember the round robin. It 
lasted for the better part of an hour and I know I came at least a hundred 
times. Many times it was the big O, and most of them were the big 
star-studded kind, with all the flashing lights that I had only read about 
before the weekend. I was only dimly aware when Tommy and Rock carried me to 
the car and later put me into bed.

PART TWO

I woke up to the smell of food. I can tell you there are worse ways to wake 
up. I got up and peeked into the living area of the suite. A room waiter was 
delivering a cart full of covered dishes and Rock was signing for it. I 
waved at him to let him know I was awake and hurried to the shower.

I thought I would be sore after the previous night's debauchery, but I 
wasn't. Not as much as I expected. My thighs were a little sore from having 
them opened for most of the night. Under the streaming water I examined my 
pussy. I thought it would be hanging open from all the screwing that I had 
gotten. Everything looked as it did before. It's amazing how elastic that 
part of the human body is.

"We'll have a bite to eat," Rock told me when I joined him. I was nude under 
the terry cloth robe. "Your date isn't until three o'clock this afternoon."

"Okay," I said. "Where's Tommy?"

"He's getting in a round of golf," Rock said with a laugh. "Never could see 
chasing a little white ball around all day. Different strokes, huh?"

"Tommy loves his golf," I said laughing. "Rain or shine, he's always ready 
to play. He doesn't get much time for it these days, so I certainly don't 
blame him for jumping on it now." That had been a bone of contention since 
the children started school. I wanted to go back to work and Tommy insisted 
I stay home. While he made a good salary it would have been so much easier 
on us, if I had gone into the workforce. We could have afforded some nicer 
things, the luxury things that we couldn't afford. Damned macho bullshit.

I dived into the food. I was ravenous and it smelled delicious. Rock and I 
ate in silence until we were nearly through.

"Can I ask you how much you paid Tommy?" I asked Rock.

He leaned back and looked at me for a moment. "That's between you and Tom," 
he said. "I don't get involved in domestic matters. Take it up with him."

For a moment I was speechless and than I had to laugh, "You have to be 
kidding me. You've fucked me right in front of my husband and with his help. 
You sold me to other men. How much more could you possibility be involved?"

"That's different," he said. "Speaking of that, I need to tell you about 
your date this afternoon. Monte is a different breed of cat."

"Should I be worried?" I asked, getting worried.

"No, not worried," Rock assured me. "Monte would not do anything to hurt 
you. He knows me well enough to know I'd stomp his ass if he did. No, Monte 
does thing different than most men. He's a gadget person, for one thing. He 
uses toys, which you'll enjoy. I just wanted to forewarn you that he's 
different, that's all. I understand he's got some new gadgets to use on you. 
Like last night, go with the flow and enjoy it all."

"Will he be by himself?" I asked.

"Does it make any difference?" Rock countered.

"No, I guess not," I said. "Just wondered."

"No he won't be alone," Rock said. "You better get ready. Soon be time." ***

If Monte had a last name I never heard it. Monte lived in a very exclusive 
neighborhood. I suppose the houses would be described as estates. Lamar 
drove me to Monte's house in the limo and let me out at the front door.

"Come in, please," a large oriental man said with a slight bow. The others 
are waiting for you in the conservatory. The conservatory was a large, high 
roofed glass structure at the back of the large sprawling house. The room 
was filled with tropical plants. There were three people sitting at a bar on 
one side of the room. Two men and a black woman.

"Ah, our guest has arrived," Monte said jumping down from the stool and 
striding toward me, his hand outstretched. "So nice to see you, Kitty. Come 
and meet the others."

He led me to the bar. The man large, bald, and black as midnight. He watched 
me approach like a cat might watch a mouse. I felt a slight shudder.

"Kitty this is Jodi, my wife. That gentleman, if I can be so bold as to use 
the term, is Randal. Randal is Jodi's brother." Monte talked like one thinks 
an upper crust Englishman should, but never do. I looked at the woman. Even 
sitting I could tell she was tall. Jodi was an extremely good looking woman 
by any standard. I wondered what her role would be.

"Hello," Kitty," Jodi said reaching out a hand to me. "Welcome. What would 
you like to drink?"

"Whatever you have will be fine," I answered. I didn't have to look at 
Randal to know he was staring at me. "You have a wonderful home."

"Thanks, we like it," Jodi said. Monte went behind the bar and fixed a drink 
and set it on the bar in front of me.

"I think you'll enjoy this," Monte said. "It's my own special blend."

I tasted the concoction and found that it was very pleasing. It was a 
mixture of tropical fruit juices and some taste I didn't recognize. Before I 
finished it, Monte had another waiting on me.

"Bring your drink," Monte said. "Let us adjourn to the game room. Follow me, 
Kitty."

I grabbed the drink and hurried to catch up to him. I followed him down the 
hall through the house to a room. The game room was an elaborate affair. It 
reminded me of pictures I had seen of a chamber of horror. There restraining 
devices everywhere. I had to remind myself that Rock had promised that I 
wouldn't be hurt.

"You don't have to worry, Kitty," Joni said with a laugh. I guess she 
noticed that I had stopped dead still just inside the room. "Monte got in to 
bondage and discipline for a while and had all this crap brought in. His b&d 
phase didn't last all that long, but he can't seem to make himself get rid 
of it."

That made me feel a lot better about being there. I noticed a large bed in 
the center of the room. I assumed that's where I would be, sooner or later. 
Joni passed me and went to the bed. She slithered out of her clothing as she 
did so. She turned around and stood squarely in front of me, wearing only a 
pair of high heel boots that went nearly to her knees..

"You next," she said indicating my clothes. I slipped out of my dress and I 
faced her wearing only a demi-bra, thong, and heels.

"Outstanding!" Monte said coming beside me. "Randal, didn't I tell you and 
Joni that Kitty was something special?"

"Yeah," Randal said. It was the first word I had heard him utter. Randal 
came up on the other side of me and stopped, staring at me again. There was 
something about his eyes that was unsettling. He looked.I don't know, 
strange, I guess. He reached out a hand and stroked the side of my breast. 
Than without warning he grabbed the bra and jerked it away. I heard one of 
the hooks hit the wall behind me. There went thirty of Rock's dollars.

"Easy Randal," Monte said "Everything comes with time. You'll have her 
before very long. Kitty would you be so kind as to go lie down in the center 
of the bed? Take off the panties and shoes, please."

Since it really wasn't a question, I didn't answer. Instead, I did as he 
asked. I had a warm feeling in my stomach that seemed to radiate out to the 
rest of my body. There had been something in the drink. I felt a little 
light-headed as I lay down on the satin sheet that covered the bed. I had no 
more that got still when Joni took one hand and stretched it to the edge of 
the bed. Randal did the same with the other arm. They both secured me with 
padded restraints. They did the same thing to my legs. I quickly found that 
I was confined. It was a helpless feeling that I did not care for. I raised 
my head to get a better look and Randal stuck a rubber ball like gag in my 
mouth and secured it

Monte approached me and put a suction cup on each of my nipples. Joni 
attached one to my clitoris. Randal just stared. It didn't take long for my 
usually sensitive nipples to start to fill with blood and get even longer 
then normal. My nips started to throb, but not very painfully My clit 
started to hurt a little as it too grew in size. Monte left, but soon 
returned with a handful of stuff.

"Now, my dear," Monte said laying some wires on the bed. "I have a devise I 
think you'll like." He attached some things to my body that looked like the 
things they use when you get an electrocardiogram. He put some cream-like 
goop on each pad and affixed them to my elongated nipples and on the sides 
of my breast. He put another one on my clitoris. It felt good to have the 
suction gone. Monty, then connected the wires to, what I assumed was a 
control box.

"You'll like this, honey," Jodi whispered in my ear. "It's called an 
electro-fucker." Joni stroked the inside of my thigh as she spoke. I had 
never had any woman touch me sexually and I wasn't sure I liked it, but 
there wasn't much I could do about it then.

"Clear," Monte said softly. Joni moved her hand away from me. I felt a 
tingling in my right breast which moved to the left one. Then I felt a mild 
jolt to one nipple and then the other one. The tingling and the jolting kept 
at me until I was soon reaching a climax. It was then I discovered I could 
lift my legs upward, I just couldn't close them. I was just at the verge of 
an orgasm when I thought my clitoris had exploded. The room turned a hazy 
reddish color and I screamed as a major orgasm hit me. Another one a few 
seconds later, followed by two more in quick succession. Monte kept changing 
the frequency and the amount of shock and I just kept coming.

"Let her rest a moment, Monte," Joni said. She appeared at the side of the 
bed with a bowl of warm water and a towel. She removed the pads and wiped me 
off with the warm towel. When she had removed the cream from my nipples she 
took one in her mouth and sucked hard, causing me to rear up from the bed. 
The swelling caused by the suction cups had made my nipples very tender and 
super sensitive. My eyes were closed and I felt another mouth on the other 
nipple. I opened my eyes to see that it was Randal.

"Is she wet, Joni?" Monte asked his wife. Joni felt my pussy, putting two 
fingers inside.

"Oh yeah, she's wet. Come on up and get some pussy, Randal," Joni said. 
Randal climbed up on the bed and I almost laughed out loud when I saw his 
equipment. Randal was a shorthorn. His poor cock was short and stubby. 
Almost as wide as it was long. I was glad I didn't laugh or even smile 
because Randal was giving me that evil eye look. He's one spooky man.

With Joni's help he got into position and he rammed his stubby dick in me 
without fanfare or warning. Most of the guys, even when they were 
gangbanging me, had the decency to say something before that jammed their 
cock in me. Besides a short dick, Randal didn't have much staying power 
either. He was finished before I had a chance to get started. He grunted, 
came, and dismounted.

Now here's where it get a little weirder. Joni, his sister, ate the sperm 
out of me. I kid you not. She got up on the bed and went to sucking on my 
pussy. That was another first for the weekend. I had never even had a woman 
touch be in a sexual way before. I'll have to say it wasn't too bad. Not 
that I could have done anything about it anyway. Shoot, I couldn't even 
discuss it with that freakin' ball in my mouth. It was good enough for me to 
have a couple mild orgasms. When Joni got through, they went back to the 
gadgets. One was a studded dildo. Randal used it on me and frankly he wasn't 
any better with the dildo than he was with his own cock. After he got tried 
of that, Joni used a clear plastic dildo. It was nice because she was gently 
when she needed to be and rough when it was right. Between them they used a 
half dozen toys on me.

After a while Monte put the shock pads on my breasts and nipples again. I 
noticed that he didn't put one on my clitoris right away and after a few 
minutes I saw why. He brought over a giant rubber dildo and it was wired. 
Joni took the rubber dildo and put it in me.

"We've never tried this before," she whispered to me. Shit, that wasn't what 
I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that they had used it before and it was 
safe and it didn't hurt. I tried to tell them to hold off on the 
experimentation, but I couldn't make any words around the ball gag. Monte 
went through the drill of first one breast and then switching to the other 
and back to the nips. I didn't enjoy it as much as the first time because of 
my concern for the electrified dildo. Suddenly I felt like a hundred wasps 
were stinging my pussy from the inside. I screeched and tried to shake the 
damned thing out, but it was firmly embedded. As suddenly as the wasp thing 
started, it stopped, and a viberation from inside me started. Monte was 
fiddling with the controls and suddenly he got it right. A powerful orgasm 
hit me. And another and another and another. I felt like my pussy was 
singing to me. Monte kept fiddling with the control, but kept it in the 
pleasant range I finally passed out from the earthshaking orgasms. When I 
woke up the ball gag was gone and I could move my legs around. My hands were 
still in restraints.

"Hi Sweetie," Joni said from beside me. "I see you came back."

"I guess," I acknowledged. "How long was I out?"

"Oh, just a few minutes. Do you feel all right?" She started sucking on my 
nipple. They were tingling and enlarged so I assumed they had put the 
suction things on me while I was out.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered. "Is this show about over yet?"

"Oh my, no," Monte said. He was standing at the foot of the bed "We're just 
in the primary stages. Is she still wet, Joni?" Joni took that as a signal 
to finger me. She got a couple finger in my puss and wiggled them around

"She is very wet. She can accommodate you. Go ahead and fuck her." Joni 
said. She went back to sucking on my nipple. I could feel his weight as 
Monte got onto the bed. I had to look. When I opened my eyes I saw Monte on 
his knees between my legs. It looked like he was carrying a black baseball 
bat with him. I discovered later that Monte measured twelve and a quarter 
inches long and was six and three quarters around. There was no way that 
thing could fit in me. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but when I 
did, Randal popped the rubber ball in my mouth again. All I could do was 
make a muffled racket.

"Go ahead, Bro," Randal said. "Give it to her. Fuck the white bitch." 
Suddenly Randal became quite the conversationalist.

I was aware that the bed was moving. The head was going down and the middle 
was coming up. I glanced at Joni and saw that she held the controls for the 
bed. While the bed was moving, Monte played with my pussy, using his cock to 
do so. When she got the bed where she wanted it, Joni got one of my legs and 
lifted it, Randal did the same with the other one. While they held my legs 
open for him Monte started working his massive cock into me. At least he 
took his time and was gentle in doing so.

I don't know how much of that thing he had in me but I was beginning to 
enjoy the fullness. I do know when he passed the nine inch mark, because he 
was in virgin territory. While her husband was stuffing me full of cock, 
Joni put the shock pads back on my nipples.

"Ready when you are, Monte," she said. Monte pushed the rest of his massive 
cock in me and started a slow fucking rhythm. It felt great. He had managed 
to get it all in me because I could feel his balls hitting my butt. When 
Joni turned on the nipple shockers I really started flying. Between the 
massive cock in me and the electrical jolts on my nipples I started the 
machinegun orgasms. I'm not sure exactly at what point I fainted again. I 
suppose it was sometime after Monte spewed his come in me, because Joni was 
eating me when I came to.

They didn't give me a lot of time to recover. When Joni got through, they 
released me and I sat up for a while. My head was still spinning but not 
quite as bad as it had been. After a while they all took another turn with 
me in a more normal fuck session. Randal was first and predictably he didn't 
last very long. Joni cleaned up after him and then they let the house man 
have a turn. He was pretty good and he was the first Asian for me. Again, 
Joni did the clean-up chores. Monte was last and he fucked me long and hard, 
causing another bunch of star-studded orgasm. I left there just a few 
minutes before seven o'clock. ***

After dinner and a long soak in the hot tub, I felt almost human again. In 
fact I felt pretty darn good.

"You're lucky Monte didn't have time for the bicycle," Rock said. He and 
Tommy were sitting beside me in the tub.

"Bicycle? What's that?" I asked.

"He got a thing like an exercise bike what had a big fake cock where the 
seat should be," Rock said. "He straps the victim on the thing and turns it 
on. They tell me that that cock comes alive and it's a blast for a few 
minutes then it get rough from then on. Was Joni's brother there?"

"You mean Randal?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, he was. As far as I'm 
concerned, he didn't add much to the party."

"Yeah, he's a nut case," Rock said. "I warned Monte that he better keep 
Randal under control. How did you like having a woman eat your cunt?"

"It was okay," I admitted. "She wanted me to eat her, but I wouldn't do 
that."

"Need to get passed that," Rock said casually. "How have you liked the 
weekend so far?"

"Good," I said. "I didn't like today as much as last night. Not that I mind 
toys, but enough is enough. Tommy, what time are we living tomorrow?"

"I don't know," Tommy answered lazily. "Afternoon sometime, I guess. Rock 
has you set up for a date in the morning."

"What kind of date?" I asked Rock.

"A good friend of mine wants to meet you," Rock answered. "He's an old guy 
and I think you'll like him. You have a date tonight, too."

"Oh boy," I said. "Some asshole who wants to see if he can shove a two by 
four up my ass?"

"No," Rock said laughing. "Nothing like that. Just a straight fuck. You 
remember Carl from last night? The high bidding fat dude? He's bringing his 
son for some white pussy. Might develop into a threesome, but I don't know 
for sure. I think his boy is a teenager."

"Yi-pee," I said, "A kid tonight and on to the geriatric department 
tomorrow."

"You scoff," Rock said with a grin. "The kids and the old timers have cash 
just like the rest of them. It all spends, Kitty. How about some head while 
we are waiting on the paying customers?" ***

Carl's son was the exact opposite of Carl. Tyree was an attractive, well 
developed boy of sixteen. Where Carl was fat, Tyree was lean and muscular. 
He was not quite as proficient as an experienced man, but what he lacked in 
know-how, he more than made up for with enthusiasm and energy. Tyree and I 
were alone for the first part of the session. The young man brought me to 
several great climaxes.

Later Carl joined us in the bedroom, at first to watch and than to join in. 
That was nice, also because he used me to teach Tyree how to satisfy a 
woman. I wasn't aware fathers did that for their sons. A little later Tommy 
and Rock joined the fray and they all gang-banged me. I think four men and 
one woman is just about the right number. It was a blast.

I went to sleep with a cock in me and that's how I woke up Monday morning. 
Rock screwed me awake. It was a gentle fucking, almost like a man and wife. 
A nice and pleasurable way to awaken. After breakfast, Tommy took off for 
one more round of golf before we had to leave. I got ready to meet Rock's 
friend. Rock had me wear one of the new slut dresses with a pair of the 
stilts. *** By ten thirty we were at Rock's friends house.

"Duke this is Kitty," Rock said. "Kitty this is my good friend Duke."

Duke had to be at least seventy five years old. His kinky hair was snow 
white and he was stooped. I felt a moment of panic. Sex with a man this old 
could kill him.

"I'm right glad to make your acquaintance," the old man said, looking me 
over carefully. "Rock said you was a looker and I see that he was telling 
the truth for a change. You wouldn't believe the old skanks he's done 
fetched me before. Rock, you go get yourself a cup of coffee and come back 
in a couple hours. Me and Miss Kitty will get started. Go on now, boy." Rock 
smiled fondly at his friend and left us alone.

"So how did you come to be Rock's whore?" the old man asked leading me back 
to a bedroom.

"I'm not exactly sure," I admitted. I told him how Tommy and I started out.

He closed the bedroom door and turned to face me. "I guess if you want to be 
a whore, you could do a lot worse than Rock. He's honest and that's more 
than I can say for most of 'em. Would you mind letting these old eyes see 
what you're hiddin' 'neath them fine threads?" I slowly removed the dress 
and stood before the old man wearing some of the expensive lingerie. "Now 
that's mighty fine," he said softly, continuing to stare at me. "Take that 
top thing off, Miss. I want to see them white titties." I removed the bra 
and twisted back and forth to make my boobs shake for him. He grinned 
broadly showing nothing but pink gums where teeth used to be. "I like them 
big nipples," he said slowly tottering toward me. "Beings I don't stand so 
good, would you mind sitting on the bed?"

I was happy to get seated because I was afraid he would fall over if we 
didn't get down pretty quickly. Duke literally attacked my breasts. He 
gummed both of them until I came a couple of times. Not big ones, but nice 
none the less. It was about half an hour later that I got the surprise of my 
life. While Duke lay back on the bed, I took his large pliable cock out and 
stroked it. I was amazed at both the size and the fact that it begun to 
stiffen. Not a certified boner, but hard enough. I got over the small old 
black man and worked the head of his cock in me. As I said it wasn't 
completely stiff, but by me holding on to it, I got the big cock in me. When 
he was in, I looked down at him, and he gave me a toothless grin. I started 
humping slowly but at the old man insistence I picked up the tempo. The 
first time he came, he dumped nearly a pint of sperm in me. He was only able 
to spurt a few drops the second time, but I could've care less. It was a 
most satisfying fuck for both of us. In fact, giving that old man pleasure 
was the highlight of the whole week-end. *** On the trip back home Tommy 
didn't suggest that I flash the truckers. I think we both knew we were a 
long way passed that.

"So Tommy," I said. "How much did Rock pay you?" We were nearly home and the 
sun was low in the sky. We left the motel and Rock by mid-afternoon. Rock 
held me tightly for a long time before letting me get into the car. He made 
me promise that we would get together soon. I didn't have any problem with 
that promise. Rock was great and I had enjoyed my time with him.

"Five grand," Tommy answered me. "Can you believe that he paid for something 
that we would have done for free?"

"Hard to believe," I agreed. "What are you going to do with the money?"

"Give it to you," he answered looking startled. "Along with the rest of it. 
We have that old checking account that's still open. I'll deposit it for you 
tomorrow. What? Did you think I was going to keep it for myself?"

"No, of course I didn't think that," I said. I'm not sure, but maybe I did 
think that. "What do you mean the rest of it?"

"Your part of the weekend take came to just over twenty thousand. Oh yeah, I 
guess you weren't in on that discussion. Rock deducts expenses and splits 
the net income with his ladies. That session with the little man, Monte, 
brought in ten grand. Last night was seventy-five hundred. This morning 
another five grand. Rock said that you were sitting on a gold mine, if you 
ever wanted to do it again. Tell me the honest truth, Kitty, Did you have a 
good time? Was the reality as good as the fantasy?"

"Yes, the reality was actually better than the fantasy," I told him. "I had 
a real good time and I learned a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"For one thing, I discovered that men really do find me attractive and sexy. 
I don't think I really believed it before. Another thing I learned, I don't 
like to be restrained. That was the worst part of being with Monte and his 
weird crew. I learned that I don't mind swallowing sperm. I learned that two 
may be company, but three and more can be a blast. I don't think I would 
want a steady diet of gang-bangs, but it was fun. I learned that I don't 
mind being considered a whore in the right context. Of course the right 
context is being naked with a bunch of black studs."

"Are you going to do it again?" Tommy glanced over at me and smiled. " Rock 
wants you to come back from time to time and work for him, you know. What do 
you think?"

"I think we went to Alabama on an over extended credit card, and we're 
coming home with over twenty-five thousand dollars," I said grinning. "Looks 
like I'm back in the workforce after all. You can start working on some more 
fantasies."
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