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Subject: {ASSM} Rick, the Dick  by shooter3704 (Rom M+ Ir voy)
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Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 19:10:01 -0400
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Rick, the Dick

   Shooter3704



   Some days are diamond and some days are coal.  At least that's what the
song said and it seems to be true.  The only trouble with that philosophy
is after you have a bunch of diamond days you start thinking about the coal
days looming ahead of you.  I was having a string of diamond days so that
was where my mind was.  Coal days a-comin'.

   My name is Richard Short, but I found out, long many years back, that I
didn't like "Dick Short", so I started insisting people call me Rick.  From
the third grade on I insisted and many times I had to punch some wise-ass
in the snot-locker to make my point.  I'm thirty-three years old and I own
my own private investigation service.

   I became a PI after a stint with the police department.  I loved being a
cop, but they have a lot of rules, policies, and procedures they have to
follow.  I had a number of difficulties playing by the rules so it was
mutually decided that I should find something else to do.

   I'm single.again.  My wife left me for another person.  Notice I said
'person' so that should narrow it down for you.  I honestly believe it
would have been easier to take if she had left me for another man.  I spent
a lot of time and drank a lot of booze trying to figure out if I had drove
her into the arms of another woman.  I reached the conclusion that that
just couldn't be true because many, many women have told me that I was a
great lover.  I even have some testimonials in writing and available for
inspection.

   On Friday I picked up a new client.  Mister Edward, Eddy, as he insisted
I call him, Houser was concerned that his wife of five years was cheating
on him.  He gave me a retainer in good funds and I set about to determine
if Eddy's suspicions were correct.  They were, as I discovered quickly.

   Eddy Houser was the night supervisor for a freight company.  His shift
was from ten o'clock at night to eight in the morning Wednesday through
Sunday.  Mrs.  Houser's extra-curricular shift was apparently close to the
same times and days.  It took me such a short time to discover this fact
that I was surprised at myself.  I mean, I'm good, but it usually takes
more than one night of surveillance.

   Eddy Houser left for work shortly after nine o'clock that Friday night.
Lisa Houser left to play shortly after Eddy left.  Lisa drove to a bar/club
on Sixteenth Street.  I quickly realized that I would have a bit of trouble
going in the bar because it appeared to be an all black establishment.  At
least the men were black.  The women were mostly white or oriental with a
couple of possible Hispanic women.  Me, being whiter than rice, would stick
out like a sore thumb.

   Undaunted at turn of events, I found a place in the alley beside the
joint where I could look through a window.  That act involved me climbing
up on a dumpster and standing on tip toes.  Fortuitously I didn't have to
do that very long.  Lisa Houser connected with a black guy and they left
the bar with me on their tail.  They walked down the street a few blocks to
a dingy hotel and went in.  I waited and after about half an hour, they
reappeared.  Black dude went one way and Lisa went back to the bar.

   After the third guy took her to the hot-sheet hotel, I began to see a
pattern and filed it as a clue.  Lisa Houser wasn't playing, she was
working.  She had the same routine for Saturday and Sunday night.  I
managed to get several good photographs of Lisa Houser and her clients in
the bar, walking down the sidewalk, going in the hotel, and coming out of
said hotel.

   In any sense of the word I had her ass, but there was something missing.
The pimp wasn't apparent.  At no time during my surveillance did she give
any money to anyone.  In fact I saw no money changing hands during the
three nights of watching.

   Admittedly my direct knowledge of the prostitution trade is sketchy, but
I was almost sure that somewhere in the background there was a manager.  A
pimp, in other words.

   Mister Houser's retainer was enough to pay for a week of on and off
surveillance.  Since I had the desired information in just a few hours, I
could have quit, made my report, and called it a job well done.  I didn't.
I didn't bother to watch her on Monday or Tuesday because Eddy was home and
I was fairly confident that he could watch her those days.

   To be honest I was curious as to why a white woman, living comfortably
in middle class America, was whoring herself to black men.  If that sound
racist, believe me, I'm not.  I could care less who dates who or what skin
colors are involved.

   Eddy Houser told me he made pretty good money and they were not in any
sort of unusual debt situation, so there didn't seem to be any rhyme or
reason to her fucking for money.

   A lot of people think that detectives like mysteries.  That's not true
in my case.  I hate mysteries and that's what I do.  I solve mysteries. 
Get rid of them because I hate them

   ***

   "Rick, the dick," Mookie said, looking up at me when I approached his
table.  Mookie Patterson is a pimp or manager of entertainment, as he often
called it.  Mookie controls the human flesh trade from Sixth Street to just
south of the beltway.  Mookie is a man to be reckoned with.  Mookie was
a.an acquaintance, I suppose describes him best.  I could say friend, but
that isn't exactly accurate although we are friendly, to be sure.  He owes
me no favors and I own him none.  That was about to change.

   "How's business, Mookie?" I asked taking a chair across from him.

   "Fucking good," he responded with a grin.  "And good fucking." I forgot
to mention Mookie is something of a wit.  "What brings you all the way
downtown to my humble office?" His humble office was the back table at the
Shamrock Bar and Grill.  The grill part of that was a joke.  No one in
their right mind, even a starving person, would eat there.

   "I'm looking for information."

   "Do I owe you?" he inquired.

   "No, not yet, but you will sometime," I answered.  He gave that due
consideration and nodded his head.

   "So how can I help you?" I told him about following Lisa Houser and what
I observed.

   "And you want to know who's managing her?" he said.  I knew it was
rhetorical so I didn't answer.  I waited.  Mookie doesn't get into any
hurry doing anything.  He signaled for someone to fetch us a beer.  I knew
this was going to take a while so I settled in for the duration.

   "Couple year ago a new player came on the scene.  Some soccer-mom type
by the name of Tammy.whatever, started a stable of other soccer moms," he
said when the mugs of beer had been delivered.  "I really don't know the
bitch.  She's running about half dozen ladies.  All white and all doing
black dudes exclusively.  Just a bunch of bored white women lookin' for
black cock and some spending money.  They ain't hurtin' my business much so
I took a live and let live attitude.  Your subject is probably working for
her."

   "Tammy got a last name?"

   "Guess so.  Most folks do.  Not all, but most.  Roberts.no, that ain't
it.  Rogers.  Yeah, Tammy Rogers.  Nice lookin' bitch.  I had a little talk
with her back when she started.  We came to an understanding.  A meeting of
the minds so to speak."

   "This Tammy Rogers is paying you?" I suggested, knowing full well she
was.  Mookie doesn't prescribe to the 'live and let live' persuasion.  He
shrugged and grinned at me.

   "Can't let somebody just move in, can I?  I make a few bucks and get
some soccer mom pussy now and again.  Works out good for both of us.  You
ain't goin' stir up some shit, are you?"

   "You know me, Mookie," I said, matching his grin.  "I'm the quiet
peaceful type of guy.  I never stir up shit."

   "Begs the question of why are you're poking around in it, don't it? 
Best if you just told your client that his old lady is fucking around on
him and stopped right there.  'Course you ain't goina do that.  Not Rick,
the dick.  You're goina fuck up a good thing, for sure, ain't you?  Why
don't you have a face-to-face with Tammy Rogers before you do something
stupid?"

   I left Mookie and I left the questions unanswered.  We both knew the
answers anyway.

   Finding Tammy Rogers was easy for a trained sleuth such as myself.  Not
wanting to intrude, I called her and asked her to meet with me.  I was
rejected and I can't stand rejection.  Tammy changed her mind after I told
her how bad I could fuck her up.  She told me to come to her place at five
o'clock that afternoon.

   Her place was an upscale townhouse in an upscale part of the city.  She
even had an upscale doorman who let me only because I was expected. 
Because I hate to go to any meeting unprepared I did some background on
Tammy Rogers.

   I learned she was thirty-one, and a widow.  She listed her occupation as
a consultant.  I discovered when she opened the door that Tammy Rogers
could lie about her age and get away with it.  She looked like a teenager.
Rather how a teenager wants to look.  Platinum blonde, shoulder length
hair, blue eyes and drop-dead beautiful with a killer body.  She was
wearing black form fitting slacks and a white form fitting shirt that
displayed a lot of cleavage.  I do like a lot of cleavage.

   "What's it going to cost me?" were the first words out of her beautiful
mouth.  Not an auspicious beginning, I thought.  I told her that I was only
interested in truth, justice, and the American way, and that money wasn't
all that important to me.  At least the part about money was true.  I like
it okay, but it's not a driving need in my life.  I'm happy if I have
enough to do the things I want to do.

   After a few minutes of the Rick Short charm she mellowed some and
offered me a drink.  Of course I accepted her offer.  When she walked away
from me I noticed that she had a nice ass.  We investigators notice
everything.

   She returned with the drinks.  My whiskey was in a heavy.  thick
bottomed glass that obviously was expensive.  I think whiskey tastes better
out of an expensive glass.  Maybe it was just expensive whiskey.  I usually
just drink beer.  I took the seat she indicated and sipped the whiskey.

   "What's the deal?" she asked.  I told her what I knew to be fact and
waited for her to respond.  When the silence got to be too much for her,
she spoke.

   "Can't you just tell Lisa's husband that she's cheating on him and keep
everything else out of your report?  About me and about what Lisa is doing,
I mean?" I admitted that I could do it that way, but it wasn't likely.  We
had already established the fact that I couldn't be bought.  I ride for the
brand like the cowboys in them old western movies.  Right at that moment I
was riding for the Eddy Houser brand.  I took his money, you see.

   "What can I do to convince you that it's best for everybody to do it
that way?" Oh my, I thought.  Tammy Rogers was trying to negotiate with me.
Not that I have a problem with negotiating.  I just wondered how far she
was willing to go.

   "Tell me your story," I said.  "Maybe that will put a new slant on
things."

   "My story?  You want to know how I became a whore?" she was laughing. 
"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this, sort of thing? 
You're kidding, right?" I told her I was serious.  "Really?  Okay, but let
me go get the bottle.  This will take a while." I assured her that I had
plenty of time.  This is her story.

   ***

   I was born and raised in a little town you never heard of.  About thirty
miles southwest of Hot-lanta.  I married young.  Right out of high school,
as a matter of fact.  I met Tom Rogers and fell madly in love.  At least I
though I was in love.  What eighteen year old girl knows anything?  Tom was
fifteen years older than me, but that didn't make any difference.  He was
rich, at least by my standards.  He was successful and good looking.  My
parents were ecstatic that I married so well, and his parents didn't bother
to even come to the wedding.  They wouldn't even speak to Tom for a long
time.  We lived in Atlanta which for a small town girl like me, was heaven.


   Things were great for the first year.maybe a little longer.  Since I
didn't have a good frame of reference, I thought the sex was fine.  Until
we married, my sexual experiences were mostly fumbling in some boy's back
seat.  Then, slowly at first, Tom started doing weird things.  Like going
braless and like asking me to wear provocative clothing out in public.  I
thought, why not?  I wasn't trying to impress anybody, so if he wanted me
to dress like a slut, so be it.

   I've always loved to dance and Tom would take me to clubs and insist
that I dance with any man who asked.  Since I was dressed like a slut most
of the men thought it was alright to feel me up.  At first whenever we got
home after being out, Tom, was ready to have sex with me, and that was fine
by me.  After several hours of being felt up I was usually hot to trot. 
That changed, too.  After a few months of that, Tom seemed to lose
interested in sex after clubbing.  By that time I was handy at taking care
of myself, if you know what I mean?

   That was about the time Tom started bringing x-rated movies home.  That
was when I discovered that all men are not created equal.  Until then I
thought all men has a four inch dick.  Tom started buying the tapes instead
of renting them.  He had a lot of them showing all kinds of sex.  My
favorites were the ones where there was one woman and two or more men. 
Sometimes Tom and I watched them and he would have me masturbate until I
came then he would have me jack him off.

   One night Tom brought a business associate home after work.  I don't
remember his name, but he was a short chubby guy about fifty or so.  Tom
took me into another room and insisted I tease the guy.  You know,
accidentally let him get a peek at my boobs.  That sort of thing.  The poor
man was steaming when he left.  Tom and I had great sex after the man left.
After that there was a constant parade of men coming to be teased.  I
became an expert at flashing and teasing.

   I guess I didn't really mind doing it.  After-all it was a bit
self-serving.  Tom would almost attack me when we were alone.  It was about
a month before our two year anniveriry when things really got crazy.

   Tom brought a stranger home one night.  I remember his name very well.
Nelson Fowler was his name.  Tom had called me and I knew the drill.  When
they arrived I was wearing a man's shirt and no bra with a pair of
short-short shorts.  The shirt was unbuttoned about half way.  I thought it
was just another teasing game.  As you can see I'm fairly well endowed, and
I developed early so even though I wasn't quiet twenty I had a big set of
boobs.

   I went into my teasing bit and made sure Nelson got a lot of opportunity
to see some flesh.  When Tom put in one of his x-rated tapes I thought it
was unusual, but it was okay with me.  I always liked to watch them.

   After the movie started the guys made room between them for me to sit. I
could see that Nelson kept glancing at my half open shirt.  I also knew he
couldn't see but about half my breasts.  I made it a point to shift around
and make the shirt open up a little more to give him a better look.

   The movie was one of my favorite.  Two men and a woman.  The dialogue
and script was hokey, but it was still hot.  I knew from watching it
several times that the movie was about half over.  The woman had already
been screwed by both men twice and it was getting to the part when they
were about to double up on her.

   "Have you ever had two men at once, Tammy?  Nelson asked me.  I shook my
head.

   "Not yet," my husband said with a laugh.  Tom reached over and
unbuttoned my shirt all the way.  I was still covered, but any move on my
part and I would be showing all.  Not that it mattered if I moved or not.
Tom pulled the shirt open and exposed my boobs to Nelson's gaze.  He had
never done anything like that before and I was shocked and tried to cover
them back up.  Nelson grabbed one hand and Tom the other to prevent it.  So
there I sat between two men, my tits hanging out, and watching a woman take
two men on the TV.  I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I
quickly figured out that this wasn't like anything that happened before.

   Next thing I knew both Tom and Nelson were feeling my boobs and it
wasn't long after that I was completely naked.  Nelson put my hand on his
cock that he had pulled from his pants.  It was larger than Tom's dick.  I
asked Tom what was going on, which was a silly question, I guess, but Tom
got my meaning and told me to just go with the flow.  Nelson pulled my head
down to his dick and I sucked it while Tom played with my pussy.  I won't
lie.  I liked it a lot.  Two men to play with was greatest thing since
sliced bread.  After a while I switched and sucked Tom while Nelson ate me.
I really liked that.  Tom wasn't a big fan of oral sex.  Giving or
receiving.  It wasn't long before we were in the bedroom.  Nelson fucked me
while Tom watched and jacked-off.  He lasted a lot longer than my husband
ever had.  I had several big orgasms with Nelson.

   After Nelson left I was still hot and horny as hell.  Not that it did me
any good.  Tom went right to sleep so I finished up by myself.

   ***

   "Why are you twitching around like that?" Tammy asked me.  "Are you
bored?"

   "Hell no!" I croaked.  "Not at all."

   "If you want, I can order a pizza," Tammy said.  "Unless you would
rather leave." Like that was going to happen!  I told her pizza was a great
idea.

   While we waited on the pizza Tammy continued her story.

   ***

   After that night ol' Nelson was a regular visitor at our house.  Three
and sometimes four times a week he show up and fuck me.  It was Nelson who
introduced me to anal sex.  I didn't care much for it at first, but I got
used to it, and even liked it after a while.  Tom never participated in the
sex.  He'd just watch and sometimes masturbate.  Tom made sure I understood
the rule that Nelson could only have sex with me when he was there.  That
was strange, but I was okay with it since he was.  Nelson was a better
lover than Tom so I was coming out ahead of the game anyway.

   .  Both Tom and Nelson insisted that I talk dirty.  Cock, dick, cunt,
pussy, ass, fuck, and other words that I had seldom used, became a part of
my everyday vocabulary.  To me, at my young age, it was all part of the
excitement.

   When Nelson showed up with a friend, one night, I wasn't too surprised.
Several times, Nelson had told me that he was going to bring a buddy to
fuck me.  He told me in graphic detail how they would fuck my ass and cunt
at the same time.  When it happened I was ready, willing, and able.  While
Nelson and his friend, who's name I have forgotten, fucked me, Tom silently
watched.  Even when they took me at the same time, Tom never opened his
mouth.  In fact, Tom never commented on any of the sexual activity.  Tom
didn't watch his video tapes much after he had the live show to watch.

   Things rocked along like that for a few years.  Nelson and his buddies
and of course me.  He didn't always bring the same guy every time.  There
were five or six different ones.  Some were pretty decent, some were
downright crude.  Some, I don't think he even knew very well.

   During the years we lived in Atlanta Tom was working for his fathers
company.  They had offices all over the freaking country.  Apparently Tom's
parents came to the conclusion I wasn't going to go away and they forgave
Tom for marrying below his station.  Not that I was accepted into the
Rogers family.  Hell no, that would take about a million years, but Tom was
back in good graces and his old man promoted him to headquarters so we
moved from Atlanta to here.

   That temporarily ended the sex games but not for long.  Tom's father
bought us a big-ass house out in Westview.  You know, the ritzy part of
town.  Not that I complained.  I was living in hog heaven.  Big house with
a swimming pool and tennis courts.  Not that I played tennis, but they
looked nice.  Tom brought people to whack the tennis balls, but I never got
the hang of it.

   That first summer, I lived in or near the pool.  With this red hair and
fair skin it's a miracle, but I managed to get a nice tan.  Tom didn't like
tan lines so he made me sunbathe in the nude.  I think it shocked the old
hag housekeeper that came with the house.  She wasted hours hovering around
with a robe in case someone should happen to come.  It took about three
months for Tom to get back to his old tricks.  Of course he had to be
careful because the housekeeper reported to the old man.

   I don't know where the hell Tom found Mookie Patterson, but he did. 
Mookie was my first black man.  I'm not sure what I had been doing, but it
wasn't fucking.  Mookie fucked me like I had never been fucked in my young
life.  He was a one man gang-bang.  I fell in love with his big thick black
cock.  It was nearly twice the size of Tom's.  While it was a thing of
beauty what I really liked best about it was the fact it never got
completely soft.

   Mookie would get in me and fuck for an hour.  He would cum and just keep
fucking.  As usual when I was entertain a man, Tom would watch Mookie and
me, but there was a difference.  Tom really got off watching a nigger fuck
me.  That's what Mookie called himself so I think it's all right to say
nigger in that context, don't you?  Several times Tom would join in with
Mookie and me.  Something he never did with Nelson or the others.

   Sometime during the second year we were here, Tom got Mookie to bring
some friends.  Watching me being ravished by two, and sometimes three black
men, would send ol' Tom into a sexual high of some sort.  He almost always
wanted to get in on the action.  Tom liked to butt-fuck me while one of the
black men fucked my pussy.

   Of course I knew this wasn't how most married people behaved, and I was
concerned about it.  In fact I went to a shrink for a while.  She said I
had a high sex drive.  She called it a high libido and not to worry about
it.  When Tom found out I was getting therapy he hit the ceiling and made
me stop going.  That was all right with me because the shrink was crazier
than me.  On one visit she asked me to bring her a load of nigger cum
inside me so she could eat it out.  Weird, huh?  I didn't get around to
taking her some cum before Tom put a halt to the visits.  Hey, that's the
pizza.  Get some beer out of the frig, please.

   ***

   I got the beer and joined her at the kitchen table.  I was reeling from
the story she had been telling.  Frankly I had a boner that a cat couldn't
scratch.  I wasn't surprised that Mookie hadn't told me about Tammy, the
early days.  Mookie seldom told everything about anything What did surprise
me was the fact he told me anything at all about her.  It would have been
more in character for him to have given me a false name and sent me on a
wild goose chase.  Mookie, as always, was an enigma wrapped in an
anonymity. Maybe he was just a sneaky son of a bitch.

   "What do you think of my story so far, Mister Private Investigator?"
Tammy said.  We had made short work of the super-sized giant pizza.  Tammy
ate with the same gusto I did.  I like a woman who takes big bites of
life.and food.

   "Interesting," I answered her.  "What happened to your husband?"

   "I'll get to that in a moment," she answered.  "Does my story turn you
on?" It would have been silly to deny it, so I smiled and nodded.  "Good,"
she said giving me a big smile.  "Matter of fact, I've never told anyone
the whole story.  Come on.  Let's go get comfortable and I'll finish my
pitiful tale of woe."

   ***

   I'm not sure if Tom realized what he created with Mookie Patterson and
his friends.  Maybe he did and didn't care, but he created an addict for
black cock.  I couldn't get enough of it.

   Tom traveled a lot and I was supposed to stay celibate while he was out
of town.  I sure as hell didn't.  There was no way in hell I was going to
go weeks without those wonderful cocks.  I would go to Mookie for sex
whenever Tom was gone.  I knew that he had people watching me, but I was
careful.  Mookie had an apartment downtown and he would arrange for me to
fuck his friends when he had enough of me.  Once I accommodated twelve men.
They left me covered with semen and worn to a frazzle.  Worn, but very
satisfied and happy.

   Tom started to change again.  He wanted me to have rough sex.  I'll
admit that a little pain along with pleasure isn't necessarily a bad thing,
but Tom wanted to take it farther then I was willing to go.  I mean, I love
a big hard cock, but I sure as hell didn't want punched out to get it.

   Tom heard or read about a coke fuck somewhere.  That's where cocaine is
shoved up a woman's pussy.  Apparently the coke absorbs through the vaginal
tissue.  Tom bought a special dildo that had groves in it like a honey
thing-a-gigger.  You put the coke, that is pasty, on the dildo and shove it
in the pussy.  Like I needed another fucking addiction!  I knew he'd get
Mookie to get him some coke, so I told Mookie I didn't want nothing like
that.  I don't do drugs.  I don't need drugs.  I get high just fucking and
that's high enough for me.  Mookie told me he'd fix it and for me not to
worry.

   When Mookie didn't come through for Tom, he took matters into his own
hands.  He went to meet a drug dealer and got in the middle of a gang war.
At least that's what the cops said.  Just an innocent victim of a gang war
shot dead.  Knowing Tom he probably pissed the dealer off and got his ass
shot.  Now pay attention Mister PI.  This is where it really gets
interesting.

   When Tom and I got married I signed a prenuptial agreement.  Tom's
parent's lawyer was waving the damned thing in my face before Tom's body
hardly got cold.  They wanted to see my ass leaving town.  They nearly shit
when they realized that there was a five year clause in the prenuptial
agreement.  Basically the agreement was void after five years of continual
wedded bliss.  I made it with nearly a month to spare.  When the prenuptial
agreement didn't work they offered me a lot of money to quietly leave town.
I told them to get hosed.

   Tom had a trust fund and a lot of insurance, plus his stock in the
family business.  I got it all.  Suddenly I found myself wealthy and free.
Pretty heady stuff for a girl from Backwater, Georgia.

   The fact that my husband got killed threw me off track for a while.  I
went celibate and I did it cold turkey.  Problem with that is, it sucked.
My self imposed celibacy lasted about six months and I fell off the wagon,
big time.

   I called Mookie and he came and fucked me all night.  The next day
Mookie and two other guys moved in and we went at it hard and fast for two
fucking weeks.  So there you have it mister PI.  The story of my life.  I'm
thinking of making it into a movie.  What do you think?

   ***

   "Be one hot movie," I said.  "Tammy, that's not all the story.  How did
the prostitution business start?  Did you blow all your money and have to
go to work?"

   "No, I still have most of my money.  I'm just a dumb ol' country girl,
but I'm not a moron.  I invested most of it in safe stock.  How I got into
the game will have to wait for another time, Mister PI.  It's late and I'm
horny.  You interested in some pussy?" Of course I was.  I developed a
hard-on when I walked in her door and it just kept getting harder.  I
didn't have enough skin left to blink

   It has been my experience that sometimes extremely beautiful women are a
disappointment in bed.  Tammy Rogers was not even close to being a
disappointment.  Tammy looked good clothed, but even better naked.  She was
hot and eager, entering into the game with a lot of zeal and a lot of
passion.  Hot, eager, energy, and passion, four things I admire in a woman.
She damned near killed me before the night was half over.

   ***

   As it has over the ages, the sun came up the next morning.  I woke up
feeling like I had been rode hard and put away wet.  I also woke up alone
in Tammy's big bed.  I lay there a minute thinking about the woman I had
spent the night with and how I was going to handle my wayward wife case.

   Eddy Houser deserved to know the truth.  My problem was how much truth
to tell him.  Since I had spent several hours in hot animalistic sex with
Tammy, things had shifted in my mind a little.  It wasn't as clear-cut as
it had been.  Laying there, hungry and needing to piss wasn't the way to
solve my dilemma.

   "Good morning," Tammy said cheerfully just as I swung out of bed.  "I
brought you coffee, but I can make tea if you prefer.  The shower is right
over there." I told her coffee was fine and stumbled to the shower.  I
almost hated to wash the sent of her off of me.  I liked the combination of
perfume and the musk odor of sex.

   I put my clothes back on and went in search of my shoes.  I found them
in the living room.  I found Tammy in the kitchen.  She was cooking
breakfast.

   "I spoke with Mookie this morning," Tammy said giving me a hundred watt
smile.  "He said you were all right."

   "Really?  Such glowing praise." Actually, from Mookie, it was pretty
glowing.

   "I told him I had already figured that out," Tammy said.  "In fact,
damned good for a white boy.  How do you want your eggs?" I told her over
easy.  I was having a bit of trouble with Tammy Rogers in this domestic
setting.  I had to admit that even in the harsh light of day she looked
might good to me.  "Mookie also said you'd do the right thing."

   "I always try," I said.  "Trouble is, sometimes I don't always know what
the right thing is." I really didn't want to hurt Tammy Rogers and that was
the big head thinking not the little one which usually does my thinking for
me.

   "Would it help if you talked with Lisa Houser?" Tammy asked sitting a
heaping plate of bacon, eggs, and fried potatoes down in front of me.  She
even buttered my toast for me.  She had been pretty high in my esteem, but
that small act caused her to go up a couple more notches.  "I can make her
available tonight if you think it would help."

   Hard to stand on principal when you have your mouth full of good food. I
agreed to talk with Lisa.  We were to meet at Tammy's townhouse after Eddy
went to work.

   I spent the day catching up on paper work and wrestling with my
predicament of how much to tell who and when.  In the first place I didn't
have any idea how Eddy Houser would react.  He might go off the deep end
and cause Tammy a bunch of grief.  Hell, he might even kill Lisa.  On the
other hand he might not do anything.

   Some spouses, when faced with the fact their partner had jumped the
fence, withdrew into themselves.  They got quite and said nothing or did
nothing.  Personally, that type scare the hell out of me.  Some got really
pissed and wanted action from everybody including the national guard.  I
prefer the ones who blow up, let off some steam and then settle down to
handle the problem.  I was well aware that the Houser case wasn't a typical
matter of the wife getting a little action on the side.  Lisa House was a
whore for black men and that was a whole 'nother deal.

   Mister Houser's shift dictated a late meeting with Lisa.  By meeting
time I was no closer to an answer then I had been at the beginning.

   Tammy had briefed Lisa on what the meeting was about and by the time I
arrived, Lisa was a bundle of nerves.

   "What would you like me to do, Lisa?" I asked after she inquired what I
was going to do.  "Besides just forgetting what I know, which ain't
likely."

   "I don't know," she said miserably.  "Are you sure you won't take some
money?  You could give Eddy his money back.  I don't want to see him hurt."

   "I'm curious, Lisa," I said.  "How long did you think you could keep
your activities from him?  He's not stupid, you know." She nodded her head
dabbing her eyes with a crumpled tissue.

   "I know he's not stupid," she said.  "Eddy is the nicest guy I know. 
He's.he's too nice sometimes.  He treats me like a china doll.  Like
something fragile that will break."

   "How long have you been married?" I asked.

   "Be five years this August."

   "How did it start?  The hooking I mean" I asked.  She was silent a
minute then apparently decided to tell me.

   "One night about a year ago A girlfriend called and ask if I want to go
out and have a few drinks.  I was feeling particularly down that day.  Eddy
and I." she stopped and started again.  "What you have to understand, Eddy
is content for us to have sex once a week It's not bad when we do it, but I
need more than that.  I told him and he got hurt or mad.  Something.  He
went off to work in a huff.  So when she called it sounded like a good idea
and I went."

   "We went to a small club, I don't remember the name of it.  Down near
where the blacks live.  There was a live band and a lot of guys asked me to
dance.  Both black and white guys.  I danced with anybody who would ask. 
There was this one black guy who asked me several times.  He was a good
dancer and we could make some moves together.  I was drinking a lot and
frankly I'm not sure how we ended up in a motel, but we did."

   "It was completely different with him.  He didn't ask, he took what he
wanted.  He pulled and pushed me in whatever position he wanted to do me.
He was crude and he was rough and I loved every minute of it.  He called me
a slut and a whore and nothing more than a place for niggers to dump their
cum in.  Nigger was his word not mine.  I never use that word.  He made me
cum a dozen times before he finally came on my face and left."

   "I loved it so much I went back by myself the next night.  I couldn't
find the guy I had been with, but there was another black man.  His name
was Toby.  He took me to the same motel, but a different room.  Toby was
meaner than the first guy.  He did things to me that brought tears to my
eyes, but I still loved it.  He slapped my breasts so hard they were
bruised and I had to hide them from Eddy for a week or more.  Toby shoved a
beer bottle in me and made me get myself off.  I'm ashamed to say I came
doing that.  Like a stupid nut, I gave him my phone number.  He called me a
couple nights later and again I was so fucking stupid I let him come to our
house.  He brought another man with him and they both did me.  That was my
first anal experience.  The other man, Lamont, I think his name was, used
the cum in me to get my butt ready and then he rammed it in me.  It hurt so
bad I nearly passed out.  That didn't even slow them down.  They called me
terrible names and fucked me for over two hours then left, telling me they
be back."

   It was pretty stupid to give a stranger her number and address, but I
didn't say so.  She had done a fair job of beating herself up without my
help.

   "They did several times," Lisa Houser continued.  "I'm not going to lie.
I like being fucked like a whore or a slut.  I could orgasm just seeing a
black dick.  I didn't mind when two of them would fuck me at the same time.
Anything they wanted, I was up for.  One night they came just minutes after
Eddy left for work, and it sacred me how close they timed it."

   "That was about the time I realized I was in deep shit.  I tried to end
it with them, but they knew my name and they knew where I lived.  They told
me that they would tell my husband all about us.  I was scared to death. 
It was just dumb luck I ran into Tammy at the gym.  We used to have juice
and talk when we saw one another there.  That day I was so scared and
screwed up I told her about my problem and she fixed it..  She got some
black guy she knew to talk to Toby and I never saw or heard from him again.
So there you have it."

   "How did you start working for Tammy?" I asked.

   "Oh, it was a couple weeks later I called her to thank her for saving
me. We got to talking and she asked me if I still wanted to date black men.
I wasn't sure, but Tammy told me there was a safer way to do it.  We met
for lunch and she convinced me to go to work.  I've been hooking for nearly
seven months now.  It's a lot better than being out on my own." I couldn't
help but notice she seemed proud of it.

   "I have to ask, how much do you charge for, ah.your services?" I ask.

   "Two hundred for a straight fuck," she said casually.  "Three hundred
for a team fuck.  More if they want a party.  Extras cost extra.  Like if
two guys want to fuck my pussy at the same time it's fifty dollars more.  I
can't take but one in my butt so two is a no-no.  Sometimes I'll give a
good customer extra things for free.  I got one guy who just wants to fuck
and then cum on my face.  I don't charge him anything for that.  Makes
clean-up easier anyway."

   "So if Eddy had been a little more forceful and screwed you a little
more often you wouldn't be doing this?"

   "No.  of course not.  Mister Short, I love my husband.  I don't care if
you believe me or not.  I hate it that he has to get hurt over this."

   "If he slapped the shit out of you from time to time, you'd stop
hooking?"

   "No, I don't think I want to quit," she answered slowly.  "I think it's
too late for that now.  I like what I do and I don't want to stop doing it.
What are you going to tell Eddy?"

   "Why don't you tell him yourself?" I suggested.  "It might sound better
coming from you." I didn't believe a word of it.  It was going to sound
like shit regardless of who blabbed.  "I can hold off a couple of days
before I talk to your husband.  After that I'll let the chips fall."

   She agreed to talk to Eddy.  Lisa Houser talked with Tammy a while then
she left.

   "That was Mookie who had the chat with Lisa's guy, wasn't it?" I asked
when she came back to the living room.

   "Yes it was.  Mookie is good at handling problems.  That was a nice
thing you did for Lisa, Rick, the dick," Tammy said.  "You are nicer that
you think you are.  Almost as nice as Mookie said you were.  You spending
the night?"

   "Sure," I answered quickly.  That was the little head talking, but who
give a shit?  Besides she owed me the rest of the story about how she came
to be a madam.  "What did that prick say about me, anyway?" I asked
hurrying to catch up with her.

   ***

   Sex with Tammy wasn't just sex.  Not in the accepted sense of the word.
It was a cosmic experience.  Unlike a lot of women I had been with, Tammy
gave and gave and because of that she got and got.  I felt obligated to
give more than I received.

   If you should meet Tammy in some social situation you would never in a
million years believe she was such a sexual creature.  I mean she looked
sexy, but she acted like a lady.  You would never even conceive that she
was the madam or leader of a group of prostitutes.  Also I felt happy with
her.  Tammy was one of those rare women who made you feel good.  Okay I was
falling for her.  I admit it and I admitted it to myself.  I just didn't
know what to do with the knowledge.

   "Wow, Tammy," I said struggling to catch my breath.  We were laying side
by side, her leg across mine.  "Fabulous.that was just fabulous."

   "Well said," she answered with a soft laugh.  "Rick, the dick had taken
on new meaning."

   "You are just too kind.  So, when are you going to tell me the rest of
the story?"

   You mean how I became a madam?  Just as soon as you tell me what
happened with Lisa's husband today." I wasn't sure what happened.  It was
surreal to say the least.

   "Eddy came in the office about three," I said.  "Before I could say a
word he blurted that Lisa had told him everything.  From what he said, she
had been straight with him admitting that she was working for black men. 
He was strangely calm and mater of fact about it.  I asked him what he was
going to do and told him that my fee included court time if necessary.  He
told me he wouldn't be going to court.  He wasn't interested in the photos
I had either.  I asked him if they were going to separate and he just shook
his head and told me they'd work it out.  "

   "What did he say about the money?" Tammy asked.

   "What money?"

   "The money Lisa had earned.  She told me she was saving for a new house,
and had over twenty thousand bucks in the bank toward it."

   "He didn't mention it.  It's funny, but when he came in originally he
was agitated and today he seemed resigned, even okay with it.  That type
worry me.  I told him if he needed to talk he could talk to me.  You might
want to mention to Lisa to sleep with one eye open.  He might do something
bad."

   "I talked with Lisa this afternoon," Tammy said trying to revive my
cock. "He had a few harsh words for her after she told him, but settled
down.  Apparently after he got over being shocked and then hurt the idea of
her with other men turned him on.  Lisa said they stayed in bed all
morning. It's going to be fine, Rick.  Stop being a worry-wart." She
released my cock and sit up enough to look at me.  "What would you do if
she were your wife?"

   "Hey, you're looking at a guy who's wife ran off with a woman.  In the
first place, we wouldn't have gotten into that shape.  I would have taken
care of my homework."

   "Okay, I'm sure that's the truth, but what would you do if your wife or
girlfriend got it on with another man?" I gave that question the though it
deserved then answered her honestly.

   "I guess I'm like most men.  I can handle most anything except surprise.
I wouldn't like it if my significant other cheated on me, because I don't
like sneaks.  I suppose it would depend on how she handled it."

   "Let's say, for instance, she told you she wanted to try another dick.
Not that she fell out of love with you and in love with someone else.  She
just wanted some variety.  Could you live with that?"

   "Yes, I understand that and it makes sense.  To be honest, if I had been
Eddy Houser I would have been really pissed off.  Not that she had sex with
other men, but that she didn't tell me.  She didn't think enough of me to
prepare me.  Hell, if my woman thought I wasn't giving her enough
attention, the right thing to do is talk about it.  Tell me what she wants
or what I'm doing wrong." Neither of us said anything for a moment "Tammy,"
I said after the pause.  "You realize I don't know what I'm talking about,
don't you?".  Tammy managed to bring little Rick out of his stupor by
slowly stroking him.  I was proud of little Rick.  She took her hot mouth
off my cock.

   "Yes, I know," she said smiling at me.  "I suspect you are a lot more
like Eddy Houser than you think.  Will it be okay if I suck you off?  I
love the taste of your cum." Like I was going to say no!

   ***

   "How was your day?" I asked Tammy.  We were having dinner at a nice
Italian restaurant It had been three weeks since Tammy and I started doing
whatever we were doing.  I guess we were dating, but that doesn't actually
define our relationship.  We spent every free minute we had together.  I
mean I had my work and Tammy had hers.

   I'll admit her work caused me some difficulty.  I mean, I knew I didn't
have any right to get my nose out of shape about her profession.  I knew
what she did before we even had a relationship.  While I consider myself an
enlightened man it took a while to come to grips with the idea she left a
bed with me to go fuck other men.  Tammy didn't "date" much.  She
occasionally had to fill in for one of her ladies.  At first I thought I
was just jealous of her being out with other men.  After some reflection I
discovered it wasn't jealously as much as worried.  I know that hooking can
be dangerous work.

   "I had a great day," she answered.  "How was your's?" I told her it had
been fine.  That wasn't exactly the whole truth.  The "diamond days" had
passed and the "coal days" were upon me.  The PI business had always been
thick or thin, chicken or feathers.  Some days not enough and other days
too much.  Nature of the beast, I guess.  I have learned to hunker down and
wait it out.

   "I saw Mookie this afternoon," Tammy said.  I raised an inquiring
eyebrow.  "He found me another girl to interview." I told her that was
good. "Yeah, I knew you were acquainted with him, but I assumed it was
connected with your police work." I did the inquiring eyebrow bit and
waited.  "How long have you known Mookie," Rick?"

   "Since college," I answered.  I didn't see any reason not to tell her.
She did her own version of the raised eyebrow.  I interrupted it as a sign
to elaborate so I did.  "We played football together for a couple of years.
Roomed together our senior year.  We go back a few years.  Why are you
interested?"

   "I'm interested in everything you do or have done," was her glib reply.
"Is the fact that Mookie and I were intimate a problem for you?" I almost
said if it was a problem I wouldn't still be hanging around, but I just
shook my head and told her no.  "I mean if I had known you and he had a
history, I probably wouldn't have been so candid when I told you about Tom
bringing a black guy home." I didn't believe that for a minute.  Tammy was
always frank, even blunt sometimes.  It was part of her charm.

   Later that night we were in bed.  I could tell that something was
bothering her.  The Mookie thing I assumed.  I thought it was time to
attempt to clear the air.

   "Tam," I said hugging her to me," I've known what you do, even before I
met you.  I knew about you and Mookie because he mentioned it.  It's not a
problem for me.  So you and Mookie fucked.  Ain't no big deal.  You are not
the first woman we've shared."

   "Really?  Tell me about it," she demanded raising up on one elbow. 
"Details, boy."

   "It was the summer between our junior and senior year.  Mookie and I
were working at a resort between spring practice and summer drills.  The
resort owner was a big football fan and he gave all the players jobs if
they wanted them.  It was make-work, but paid well."

   "Was your team any good?"

   "No, we sucked.  It a damned good thing there's nothing lower than last
place in the conference.  Mookie and I were pretty good, but the others
were rotten.  It wasn't a big football school."

   "Go on, tell me the rest of it."

   "Mookie and I shared a cottage at the resort.  I was dating a girl who
worked there.  Sally Myers, I think her name was.  She was a desk clerk in
the hotel.  One night after some beer drinking and playing around Sally and
I were making out in the cottage when Mookie came in.  Sally liked to show
her goodies off and she had no qualms showing them to Mookie.  One thing
led to another and Mookie fucked her while I held her legs open for him to
get his big ol' tool in her.  Sally loved it and we did her together all
that summer.  We all discovered the fun of group sex.  That fall Mookie and
I swapped around to get the same dorm room.  Sally was only the first in a
long line of girls we shared.  Some of the guys called us the salt and
pepper fuckers.  After we graduated I didn't see Mookie until I joined the
police force.  That was after a stint in the Army for me and a stint in the
joint for Mookie.  He got tangled up with some folks that set him up to
take a fall on some white collar bullshit.  Anyway, I ran into him and we
acknowledged without actually saying so, that while we were friends, of
sorts, we were on different sides of the law.  Now you have the Mookie and
Rick story."

   "Okay, what did you leave out?" she asked grinning.  "Come on Rick, the
dick.  Tell me all." So I did.  I told her that while I was a cop I covered
Mookie's ass a couple of times.  I told her that one night I was about to
have my ass shot off and Mookie intervened and saved my ass.  I told her
that after I left the force I still saw Mookie a couple times a year.

   "We aren't big on being close," I said.  "We can still be friends
without.you know, being buddy-buddy."

   "I fucked Mookie this afternoon," she blurted.  It was almost as if she
felt a need to confess.

   "Yeah, I figured," I said leaning over to bite first one nipple then the
other one.  I always love the way they spring to attention when I played
with them.

   "I thought you should know," she said.  "I'm not a cheater, Rick.  I do
my thing, you know." Since I had a throbbing diamond-cutter hard-on it was
time to stop the chit-chat and get down to some serious fucking.  She must
have thought so too, because she mounted me and away we went.

   Since I got older, my recharge time has increased, but not so much with
Tammy.  She managed, somehow, to keep me up longer and get me hard quicker.


   "You are one good fuck, Rick, the dick," Tammy said breathlessly some
time later.  I didn't answer her because I didn't have the breath for it.
We both lay in satisfied silence for a while just enjoying the feeling of
being contented.  It's natural I suppose, when you know your woman has been
with other men to wonder how you compare.  I'm no exception.  Rather than
approach the subject head-on, I angled in to it.

   "What was the best fuck you ever had?" I asked.  She thought about it a
minute.

   "My first time with Mookie," she said at last.  "If not the best than at
least the most memorial.  He was not only the first black man, he had the
biggest cock, too.  The contrast in our skin color was also attractive, I
think." Not exactly the answer I wanted, but not surprising.  Several women
told me that Mookie made an impression.  I knew from experience that Mookie
was not a 'wham-bam, thank you ma'am' fucker.  He did every woman like she
was the last piece of ass he would ever get.  A lesson not lost on me.

   "Do you want to know who the second best is?" she asked.  "You, Rick,
the dick," she answered laughing.  "I really enjoy being with you.  Eating,
talking, watching TV, or fucking." She stopped laughing.  "I was tempted to
lie to you, Rick.  Do you wish I had?"

   "No," I answered without having to think about it.  "Always the truth,
Tam," I said kissing her soft lips.  "Between you and me, we always tell
the truth."

   "Yes," she said so softly I almost couldn't hear her.  "We'll always
tell the truth to each other."

   "Now here's some truth for you," I said.  "I'm hungry.  Want to go out
and get a bite?"

   "No, sweetie," she said.  "I'll fix us something.  You asked me to tell
you the rest of the story and I think it's time.  Come on.  I'll talk while
cooking."

   ***

   After Tom died and I went through my limbo period, I got with Mookie and
his friends.  I told you that.  Anyway, after a couple weeks of non-stop
fucking I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do with my life.


   Lisa told you we met at the gym.  I got back into working out because
while sex is good exercise it isn't all that good for muscle tone.  I guess
it was about a year before I ran into Lisa that I met another woman. 
Veronica Smyth.  She was called Roni with an I and one N.  Roni was about
thirty five or a little older.  She was in rotten shape when we first met.
I helped her get started on the machines and we talked a lot.

   One night after a hard workout we went down the street for a drink. 
That was when I found out that Roni had just lost her husband to his young
hard-bodied secretary.  Roni confided to me that she discovered some
photographs of her husband and the tight twat.  He had them hid in a
shoebox in the closet.  How stupid is that?  He had to know she would find
them sooner or later.  Is that marital self-destruct?

   I guess that was his way, but he hadn't thought it through.  Roni used
the photos to take him to the cleaners.  His bimbo wasn't going to live the
good life she thought she was.  Roni barely left him enough to live on. 
Roni made a decision after the divorce to get back in shape.

   One night we were having drinks and winding down from a hard workout. 
Mookie showed up and I introduced him to Roni.  He and I talked a few
minutes and he left us.  Roni was curious and she started asking questions.
I told her the truth about Mookie and me.  Roni got very quite for a long
while.  I figured she would make an excuse and take off, but she fooled me.

   "Tammy, he's black," she finally said.  I laughed and told her I was
well aware of that fact.  "You do it with a black man?" I told her again I
did.  Not just Mookie but other black men.  "But why?" she asked me.

   I told her that I like sex and I loved sex with black men.  Of course
she asked the obvious question and I told her that some black men were hung
and some weren't.  Roni was shocked when I told her about group sex.  So
shocked she ran out of questions pretty soon.

   I was surprised when she called me the next day and wanted to meet.  I
figured she was long gone.  I invited her over.  I was still living in the
big house at that time.  Of course I fired the nosy housekeeper right after
Tom was killed.

   Apparently Roni had thought of a lot of question during the night and
boy did she ask them.  So fast I could hardly answer them.

   "Damn," Roni said when I caught up with her questions.  "My ex was a
once a month, man on top, kind of guy.  I can't even imagine having that
much sex.  Did you ever have sex with a woman?" That question threw me off
stride for a moment, but I answered her honestly that I had one time.

   Mookie brought one of his girls to my house one night before Tom died.
It had been Tom's idea.  I told Roni that it hadn't been bad.  I think a
woman knows how eat another woman better than most men.  Mookie and Tom
used the woman as a clean up girl.  She sucked their cum out of me.  Like I
said, it wasn't bad because I knew as soon as she finished there would be
some hard cock for me.  Well, Mister PI I see that tid-bit captured your
interest.  Just hold your horses or whatever.

   I could tell that our conversation was having an effect on Roni.  Her
face was flushed and her breathing was heavier than usual.  In fact she was
panting, so I asked her if she was interested in trying some black cock. 
She said no and said yes all in the same sentence.

   To make a long story short, I.why are you shaking your head?  Oh, you
don't want the short version.  Okay, I called Mookie and he came right
over.

   When Mookie came into the room I thought poor Roni was going to faint
from shear.what?  Fear.anxiety?  I'm not sure.  I had given her a stiff
drink and I think that helped some.

   The reason I called Mookie, I knew he'd be nice and gently with her.  He
was, and it didn't take long before she was eating out of his hand.  Not
long after that she was holding his big ol' cock in her hand staring at it
like I did the first time I saw it.

   Taking hold of Mookie's cock the first time is magical.  It's like being
handed the Hope diamond or the crown jewels, but it's warm and feels alive
like a separate living thing.  It pulsates and throbs.  It has power like
nothing you can imagine.  Watching Roni hold and admire Mookie's big ebony
cock brought back a flood of memories of my first time.  For a moment I
envied Roni.

   "Taste it," Mookie told Roni gently.  "Put your mouth on it and taste my
nigger cock."

   Rick, you couldn't believe the raw lust and excitement in that room. 
Everybody.  including me, felt it.  We could taste it and smell it in the
air.  Mookie let Roni play with his cock for a while and when he told her
to take her clothes off, she nearly ripped them off.  I hadn't seen Roni
completely naked before, but I knew from the gym she had worked hard and
had gotten in good shape.  She was in excellent shape.  Boobs nowhere as
big as mine, but nice size.

   Mookie treated her like a queen, making slow and careful moves.  I
watched them, afraid to blink for fear of missing something.  He took his
clothes off displaying his magnificent body with that long black cock
jutting out.  I think Roni had a small orgasm right then.

   Mookie started at the bottom of her feet and used his tongue to worship
every square inch of her body.  I know she climaxed when his tongue found
her clitoris because she wailed like a banshee.  That was only the
beginning for Roni.

   After Mookie ate her to a crashing climax, he picked her up and impale
her on his cock.  With Roni still skewered on his cock, he walked to a
downstairs bedroom and proceeded to fuck her.  I went with them and watched
as he ripped in and out of her.  Poor Roni was a quivering, yelling,
moaning mass of humanity.  After about thirty minutes of watching I had to
get some relief.  I threw my clothes off and got on a chair and fingered
myself to an orgasm.  Nothing like Roni was having, but not too shTammy.

   Afterward I lay on the bed beside them.  Mookie screwed Roni in every
conceivable position.  I wasn't sure Roni even knew I was around until she
grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard while Mookie was fucking her like a
dog.

   "Oh God, Tammy," she gasped.  "He's killing me and I don't care if he
does.  It's.wonderful!  Don't stop!" She screeched at Mookie." I could have
told her he wasn't going to stop.  He fucked her for another half hour and
dumped his cum in her already flooded pussy.  She leaked his cum for the
rest of the day and that night.  Even after I got her into the shower she
dribbled cum.  Roni told me the next day she had used her finger and tasted
Mookie's semen all that night and loved it.

   "That's some good pussy," Mookie told me at the door as he was leaving.
"Tell her to shave that mop of hair from her cunt and I'll fuck her anytime
she's ready.  I can use her in my stable," he said, grinning at me.  "Or
you can start your own.  Something to think about," he added.

   After I got Roni as clean as I could and on her way, I did think about
it.  Not very seriously until Roni called me the next day and wanted to
know how to get in touch with Mookie.  I told her that I would have Mookie
call her.  Hey, I don't mind sharing occasionally, but I'm not about to
turn my number one cock over to her.  I realized that she was as hooked on
black cock as I was.  I started thinking seriously about starting my own
little group.  There had to be other women in the same boat.

   ***

   "My God, Rick!  Look at you!  Don't you want to eat first?"

   "Hell no!  I want to fuck first," I said.  Tammy was a spell-binding
story teller.

   We finally managed to eat a long time later.  I asked Tammy if Roni
still worked for her.

   "Oh yes," she answered.  "I can always count on Roni.  She a hot to trot
momma."

   "Did you put Roni and Mookie together after that first time?"

   "Yeah, some things you just can't stop.  Not the day she called however.
I got hold of Mookie and asked him to send a guy they call Tweet.  Tweet is
a good fuck and he likes to butt fuck the girls.  He has a six inch cock
that's just right for a girl's first time.  Skinny dick, but the blamed
thing stays hard a long time.  I wanted Roni to get the full treatment.  I
didn't want her to get scared off by one of them longhorns."

   "How did her first ass fuck go?" I asked.

   "Typical first time," Tammy answered "Yelled and screamed.  Called me
every name in her small vocabulary, because I was holding her for Tweet. 
Roni has learned a lot of new words since then.  Second time, she lined
Tweet's cock up for him.  After Tweet fucked her ass the third time he left
and I did something I'd never done before.  I shaved Roni.  I also gave her
the name of the person who did my electrolysis."

   "Did you eat her after you shaved her twat?" I asked.  Tammy actually
blushed when she nodded her head.

   "Roni and I did each other before the night was over.  That was the
first time I ever ate a pussy.  It was a first for Roni, too.  I told you
about the woman Mookie brought that one time.  She ate me, but I didn't
even get close to her pussy.  Seeing Roni's clean smooth pussy, it seemed
natural to lick it.  Like I said.  It ain't bad, but it's never going to
replace a nice hard cock." She glanced down at my lap.  "Oh come on Rick!
You're hard again?  You are going to hurt yourself if you aren't careful,
boy.  Come on big man.  You know I'm always ready."

   ***

   Time flies when you're having fun.  A clich�, but true.

   Since Tam wasn't about to leave her luxurious townhouse for my ratty
apartment I moved in with her.  What a guy to make that sacrifice, huh? 
Winter finally gave up and spring sprung.  There is just something special
about the first few warm golden days of spring.

   I knew that Tam saw Mookie from time to time, but I hadn't spoken to him
since moving in the townhouse.  I wasn't mad, it's just that I didn't have
anything to say.  He wasn't messing me up any.  I still had almost more
pussy then I could handle.

   There was a lot more to Tammy than the obvious.  I read a story one time
about a madam with a heart of gold.  Tammy could have been the cover model
for the story.  One would think being in the flesh trade she would have
grown hard and callused.  Not my Tam.  Without a doubt the sweetest woman
in the whole damned world.  She didn't have to work at it.  It came
natural.

   For example, I overheard her talk a young woman out of being a
prostitute.  The young woman was far from home and desperate.  Tam bought
her a plane ticket and sent her home to her parents.  A plane ticket.  Not
a bus ticket which was considerably cheaper.

   Another time when Tam heard about a woman in an abusive situation, she
hired a couple leg-breakers to go chat with the heavy fisted hubby.  I'm
sure when he get's out of the hospital, he'll think long and hard about
beating-up on any woman.  I accidentally found these thing out.  Tam never
said a word about them.

   I'm living every man's dream.  A stunning goddess with a killer figure
who has money, loves to fuck, loves giving head, and she can cook.  I'm
sure there are some negative things about her and I'll report it if they
show up.

   I was a little surprise when Mookie showed up at my office one
afternoon.

   "You had lunch yet?" he asked.  I admitted I had not, but was willing.
"Come on.  I'll buy." We went to a little caf� off the beaten path.  I had
been there before and I knew the food was good.  I asked Mookie what the
occasion was.

   "I figure we need to talk, Rick," he said.  I nodded my head.  "Remember
back a couple months ago I asked you not to fuck things up with Tammy
Rogers?  Well, buddy you are fuckin' things up." I demanded he explain. 
"Tammy is in some sort of nesting mode.  Makin' my job harder." He laughed.
"Damn boy, what in hell you up to?  You serious about Tammy or are you just
being Rick, the dick?"

   "Mookie, we go way back," I said.  "You and me doing our thing and doing
it pretty good.  Me running with the ball and you defending me.  I guess
with our history you figure you got the right to stick your nose in my
business." I gave him my practiced cop stare which didn't seem to impress
him very much, because he grinned at me.

   "Yeah, I figure I got a right, but not because of our history.  I got a
right because I don't want Tammy hurt.  Not again.  Girl's been through too
much already and don't need no shit from you."

   "You're asking me my intentions?"

   "Something like that," he answered with a laugh.  "Rick, I knew from the
first time I laid eyes of her that she was special." I agreed with him that
Tam was special.

   "Mookie, I like Tammy.  We have something going, and I'm not sure
exactly what it is.  What's your problem?"

   "You goina want her to get out of the business?" I told him that I
wasn't going to interfere with Tammy's business.  He nodded when I told him
that.  He seemed satisfied with my answer.  "Okay, that's good.  She got
some gals depending on her.  Be a shame to leave them high and dry."

   We centered the rest of the conversation on other things during the
meal. It wasn't until we were through that he brought the real subject up
again.

   "She tell you about me and her?" Mookie asked.  I nodded.  "You got a
problem with it?" I shook my head.  "That's good, Rick.  "She tell you
about that first time?" I told him she had.  "That Tom Rogers was a rotten
fuck.  Good thing he got his ass shot.  I guess she told you about the drug
deal?"

   "Yes, Tam told me he went to buy some coke and got caught in some gang
crossfire.  She said the cops were satisfied that's how it went down.  You
did a good job covering it up, Mookie." He stared at me a minute then
nodded.  He didn't bother to deny the obvious.

   "Like I said, Tammy is special and she deserved better than Tom Rogers.
I guess we better get together sometime, huh?" I knew exactly what he was
talking about.  I agreed that it should happen.  "Yeah, clear the air some.
What about tonight?" I told Mookie that I'd check with Tam and get back to
him.

   ***

   "You have any objection of Mookie comes over tonight?" I asked Tammy. 
She looked startled a moment.  She knew what I meant.

   "Of course not," she finally said.  "I think the question is, do you
have any objection?"

   "No, not at all.  I'm looking forward to seeing Mookie put you through
your paces.  I know he put's on a good show."

   "He does, indeed," she said.  She looked at me seriously and took my
hand.  "Mookie will be the visitor, Rick.  You are the host." I breathed a
sigh of relief, because it did make a difference.  It defined my
relationship with Tammy and also with Mookie.  I could live with that
arrangement.

   Wife or girlfriend sharing is unique.  In some cases the woman is
dominate and she controls what happens and how it happens and with whom it
happens.  This is when the male becomes a cuckold.  A cuckold is a
different breed of cat from me.  My personality won't allow myself to be
dominated.  I wouldn't allow Rick Short to ever be a wimpy male half of a
couple.  Mookie and I went through it a long time ago and I wondered how it
would be now.  It would be interesting when two alpha males got together
with one female.  Very interesting indeed.

   In school, Mookie and I took turns being the big dog.  It depended on
who found the girl and brought her into the mix.  We seldom had any
difficulty with that arrangement, but this was different.  Mookie had
fucked Tammy first.  He might consider he had some claim to privileges
because of that.  It would be like Mookie to ignore the fact that Tammy and
I were living together.

   My concern was for naught.  Mookie apparently had no problem deferring
to me.  I was glad because I really didn't want a confrontation with him.
He hadn't taken more than a couple steps inside the townhouse when he made
it clear.

   "Your deal, Rick, the dick," he declared.  "I'm your guest.  How's this
going down?"

   "Since I didn't know how thing were going to go, I think we can just
play it by ear.  Come on in and have a beer.  Tam is getting dressed." We
went into the living room and relaxed a moment.  A moment was all because
Tammy came in.  She was dressed in a short black skirt and white shear
blouse.  The fact she wasn't wearing a bra was obvious from across the
room. Her large breasts swayed beneath the blouse and her nipples poked
out. Suddenly the air was charged with something like an electrical
current.

   "Is the pissing contest over?' she asked us.  We had to laugh.  Mookie
told her he knew he was a guest.  "Good, I'd hate for there to be any
trouble between my two favorite men." She came over and sit on my lay and
kissed me on the lips.  A long lingering deep kiss.  I put a hand on one of
her tits and squeezed gently.  She moaned in my mouth and I found her hard
nipple and squeezed it.

   "Go give our friend a kiss, Tam," I urged her.  She needed no urging. 
She gave me a quick kiss and went to where Mookie sat grinning in
anticipation.

   Tammy spread her legs and straddled him.  I saw when the tail of her
short skirt flipped up she wasn't wearing panties.  Mookie made short work
of her blouse.  He had it off and laying on the floor while they kissed.

   "God, I do love your beautiful white titties," he said when the kiss
broke.  His lips went to her nipples.

   "Is that all you like?' Tammy teased.  He shook his head with his teeth
clamped on a nipple.  Tammy groaned from the combination of pain and
pleasure.  "Rick," Tam said breathlessly.  "Can I suck Mookie's black love
stick?" I told her of course.

   "You don't have to ask me, honey," I said sitting beside them.  "Do
whatever you like.  Mookie and I are here for your enjoyment."

   I pulled Tammy off of Mookie and carried her to the bedroom.  I motioned
for Mookie to follow.  I lay her crossways on the bed and pulled the little
skirt off and pulled her legs open for Mookie.  He walked up to her holding
his cock.  He rubbed his massive rod up and down her slit.  I could see
that she was wet even from across the room.  I moved around, taking the
tripod with me so that I could see both their faces.  Mookie had a half
grin on his face and Tammy was wide-eyed, and had a look of eager
anticipation on hers.  Mookie was teasing her by putting the head of his
cock in her and then withdrawing it.  He did that several times.

   "Quit fucking around!" Tammy said sharply.  "Put the damned thing in and
fuck me." Mookie put the head of his cock back in her pussy and leaned in,
putting another two inched in her.  Tammy's wide eyes got even bigger.

   "Want more, cunt?" Mookie asked.

   "I want it all, you black son of a bitch," Tammy hissed.  "Give it all
to me."

   Mookie shoved all of his impressive cock into her, she bucked hard, and
screamed loudly.  He gave her a few seconds to get used to it, and then he
started pumping in and out of her.  I saw all this through the viewfinder.
Yeah I had my video camera all ready and I wasn't about to let this event
go unrecorded.  Mookie grabbed her legs and pulled them farther apart and
even farther back.  That raised her pussy upward, and he kept slamming in
and out of her.  Tammy's face was flushed.  Hell, her whole body was
flushed.  I knew when she came the first time, and even the second, but I
lost track after that.

   Fifteen minutes after he started fucking Tam, Mookie ejaculated in her.
When he did he grunted loudly, but kept fucking her.  His come was leaking
out around the tight ring her cunt formed around his cock.  When Mookie
withdrew, her pussy came out some.  It looked like she was being turned
inside out.  Seeing his ebony shaft in her white and pink pussy was the
most erotic sight I had ever seen.  It was amazing to watch her pinkness
turn to bright red as blood engorged her pussy.  One of her hands was on
Mookie's shoulder, urging him on, while the other played with her nipples.
She pulled, rubbed, stroked, and pinched her nips.  She was grunting and
moaning while the big man fucked her.  Occasionally she would whimper, and
a couple of times cried out for him to keep fucking her.  I didn't think he
intended on stopping.

   Mookie pulled completely out of her, a flood of come came gushing out.
He rolled her over and relocated her on the bed, and took her doggy
fashion. Tammy started woofing like the bitch dog she was.  Mookie was
getting even deeper in her in that position.  My cock felt like it was
about to burst.  I left the camera running and took off my clothes.  I went
to the other side of the bed closest to Tammy's head and presented my cock
to her.  Her eyes were closed, but she latched onto my dick, and started
sucking it.  With my excitement level and her hard sucking, I didn't last
very long.  I shot-off in her mouth, she swallowed and kept on sucking.  I
managed to get my softened dick away from her, and went back to my camera
work.

   After an hour, more or less, Tammy was just getting started.  Mookie and
I fucked her separately and together.  I do not know how one woman could
stand the constant fucking, but she did.

   Seeing Mookie's larger and certainly blacker cock working deep in her
pussy was a sight to behold.  I just watched and marveled for a long time
while Mookie plowed his big black cock in her white pussy.  Of course
working with a master, I was spurred on to greater heights and my
performance wasn't too shabby if I do say so myself.  I didn't try to match
him cum for cum.  He's like a machine.

   I let Mookie out at nearly one o'clock the following morning.  When I
got back to the bed, Tam was sitting up, still naked and crying.  It took
me a while to find out that she was crying because she was so happy.  "My
two men," she said over and over again.

   ***

   All that happened nearly ten years ago.  I'm still working at being a
private investigator.  Still counting the "diamond days" and the "coal
days".  I was sitting at my desk wondering about life.  I wondered what
happen to Tammy.  It was almost five o'clock and she was supposed to pick
me up after she picked up Ricky at school.

   Yeah, Tammy and I got married and I did what the other so-called studs
hadn't been able to do.  I knocked her up.  Ricky is eight and a handful,
let me tell you.  He fair skinned like his mother.  Between me and his
uncle Mookie, he's spoiled rotten.  Tam is six months along and the quacks
tell us it going to be a girl.  Wouldn't be too surprised if she wasn't a
bit darker.  Time will tell, I guess.  Won't make a damned bit of
difference.  Not too many "coal days" these days.  There're all bright and
shiny.

   The End

   (That ends the story of Rick, the Dick.  I hope you have enjoyed it. 
Remember this is fantasy stuff.  Don't try this at home, folks.shooter) 

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