Caribbean King 3
An E&I Enterprises Story
Copyright 2004 by Stormbringer


Tyrone smacked the ass of the woman sitting on his lap. "Why don't you
get up there and earn some money? Get enough to pay our bar tab."

"Sure thing, boss." Aspen winked at Tyrone and climbed off his lap.
Almost immediately she missed feeling his hard cock pressing into her
ass. "You sure they won't mind?"

Moses Douglas answered for Tyrone. "Honey, I already booked you openings
whenever you feel like earning some mo money. Just get up there and
dance." Moses ran the Miami Zebra Club, E&I Enterprises famous double
strip club. Moses was the handsome, debonair type and could of been a
movie star. His only weakness was a penchant for "bling". Gold rings and
chains decorated his fingers, wrists, and neck. Moses waited for Aspen
Meadows to climb up on the stage and start dancing. "Now we can talk
business."

"Give your report," said Solomon leaning back in his chair and sipping
his beer. "Revenues have been impressive." 

"Especially considering the plethora of nudie bars in the Miami area,"
said Moses. "My secret is catering largely to white businessmen. Of
course, the lack of male strip clubs has filled a nitch and next door is
almost bringing in as much as this building."

"Why white businesmen?" Solomon looked around and most of the clientel
were white businessmen or college students. The only enhanced blacks
were the bartender and the bouncers.

"They have money and of course, our numbers here in Miami are still few.
All of our dancers are sluts for black cock or will soon be." Moses
turned to Tyrone and said, "Your bitch is bringing in some cash."  

"Gonna be a star," said Tyrone. Normally he would of dropped her after
plugging her three holes all afternoon, but he rather liked the freaky
bitch and planned on fucking her all night. On stage, Aspen had stripped
off her top and the crowd had gone wild seeing her pierced nipples
capping D-cup breasts. 

"How does catering to whitey further the cause?" asked Solomon.

"Aside from taking their money? We do quite well actually. We don't
spike all the drinks because we want the men drunk and horny while
they're here or buying lap dances. In a lot of cases, our bartenders lay
the Xcite on them at last call. The men go home to their wives and
girlfriends with limp little penises. They also see the dancers all have
black boyfriends and the women tell them why if asked. Some clientel
even pay to watch the strippers with their black boyfriends. We hit the
women next door a lot harder. There's a little Xcite in everything they
drink. Over there every third dancer is enhanced. We don't let the white
male dancers drink any Xcite. I thought shrunken scrotums on all the
whites would be suspicious. Most of the white male dancers are gays
recruited from South Beach that way they don't stud themselves out to
any of the women. When the white bitches see their first nude black man
dancing they go crazy. You should see the expressions on the faces of
the women who are there for the first time. Some of us like to head over
there at last call to get some of the drunk, horny bitches. It's almost
too easy. This last month alone I fucked two bachelorettes, a
bridesmaid, a mother of the bride, a school teacher celebrating her
fiftieth birthday, a Dolphins cheerleader, and six girls from the
University of Miami, two of whom are now strippers. That's one on stage
two." Moses pointed towards a red-headed dancer.

"Nice," said Solomon. "Now that she's reeducated, I hope she drops out
of college."

"I think she has," said Moses, "and she's been recruiting some more
talent on campus. She's good, but that there is a professional." Moses
pointed at Aspen who was now naked and crawling around on all fours
along the edge of the bar. Men were fighting to shove money in her
garter. "So Mr King, it's getting late. What say we head next door and
check on the pickings? Tonight is University of Miami night. Half price
cover and drinks for college girls."  

"No thanks, Moses. I think I'll be getting back to the motel."

"What's wrong, boss?" asked Tyrone. "You aint got no pussy since this
morning. What are you getting old or something?"

Solomon laughed and Tyrone laughed with him. Solomon would turn 75 in
two months, but hewould have the body of a 35 year old man for eternity
unless he met a violent death. "I met a woman staying in the room next
to mine this morning and I want to see if she'll sneak out on her
husband. At this point she better, my balls are fucking starting to
hurt." Twelve hours without sex was a long time for an enhanced black
man.

"If she doesn't, give me a call and I'll send one of our girls over.
Right now we got more women working here then blacks to keep them
satisfied," said Moses. 

"Or I can share Aspen," said Tyrone. "She's gonna find out what two
black cocks can do sooner or later."

"Maybe, but I'm in the mood for a conquest. Gather up your woman, Ty.
I'll call a taxi."

"Nonsense, I'll get one of the bouncers to drive you in the courtesy
van. Good to see you Mr King, Mr Jones." Moses stood and shook their
hands.

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

Leslie Mitchell slipped out of bed trying not to wake her husband. She
stepped out onto the balcony for the fifth time in the last hour. She
leaned over the railing of her balcony and looked into the room next
door. The light was on. He was home.

That morning, Leslie, a happy and satisfied wife, had walked out on her
balcony and been surprised to see a handsome muscular black man smoking
a cigar on the balcony next door. The man wasn't wearing a shirt and he
had the body of a Mr Universe contestant. A minute later she discovered
he wasn't wearing pants either and she was holding a foot long black
cock in her hand. He had told her he'd leave his door open that night if
she wanted to find out what a cock like his was capable of.  

It was Leslie's twentieth wedding anniversary. Her husband, Harry was in
the room sleeping the sleep of a sexually contented man. Leslie had rode
him hard, too hard it turned out because he had cum long before she had
even gotten warmed up. He was in heaven over her unusual aggressive
state. Leslie didn't know what had come over her until halfway in the
session when she realized she was grinding her pussy into his dick
trying to get it deeper. She wanted a bigger cock. 

Leslie could see clearly into Solomon's room. The black man came out of
his bathroom. He was naked, of course. The cock she had held earlier was
swinging freely between his legs, nearly reaching his knees. Leslie
decided then and there, she was going to go for it. Solomon climbed into
his bed and turned the lights out.

Leslie returned to her room and checked on her husband. He was still
peacefully sleeping, snoring softly. She felt a twinge of guilt. Married
mothers on their anniverseries didn't commit adultery with well hung
black men. It wasn't right, but since holding the black man's cock in
her hand, black cock was all she could think about.

Lesllie put on loose fitting pajamas. She tied the string to hold the
pants up and buttoned down the top far enough to cover her breasts, but
leaving her belly exposed. Once again she crept out on the balcony. She
slid the chair over to the railing to Solomon's balcony and used it to
carefully step over the railing.

Leslie grasped the handle of the sliding glass door and just like the
black man had promised, it was unlocked. The room was very dimly lit.
She could just make out the outline of the bed. Leslie slid the door
open and crept towards the bed. "Solomon," she whispered as she reached
out to touch the sleeping form. Then the world spun around. 

Leslie found her head down on the bed, her feet flipping over her. Her
wrist was grabbed in an iron grip that she felt might snap her bones.
The black man rolled on top of her and she felt his weight crushing her.
He growled something that sounded like, "fucking gook." His other hand
grabbed her throat and began to tighten. Her air was cut off. Just
before the panic took over, the grip on her throat relaxed and
disappeared. The hand reappeared on her pajamas, ripping them open so
that buttons flew across the room. The huge hand engulfed her breast and
the weight on her body relaxed as the man sat up on her stomach.
Something smacked her nose, hard enough to make it sting a little. His
hand released her breast and gripped her other wrist. The thing smacked
her nose again and this time she could feel it hit her chin also as he
pulled her wrists up over her head. "Leslie?" asked Solomon in his deep
voice.

"Un huh," she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me." He released her wrists
and her arms fell on the bed over her head. He leaned over and the light
came on just as his huge cock came down to smack her nose again. Leslie
was trembling as she arched her neck to lick a dark black cockhead the
size of a small apple. "I'll do whatever you want." She kissed his cock
again. 
"Never sneak up on someone like that." Solomon grabbed the root of his
cock and pushed it down towards her mouth. "I used to be a navy seal and
I still spook easily."

Leslie laughed nervously as she licked his cockhead as much from fear as
from lust. Solomon adjusted himself so that his cockhead pointed towards
her mouth. Leslie could see her breasts sticking out on either side if
his shaft. Never could she remember her nipples being so hard and
pointy. She was also damp between the thighs. The fear and excitement
had turned her on and judging by the state of Solomon's cock, it had
aroused him too. Leslie stretched her jaw open wide as Solomon fed the
tip of his cock into her mouth. He pushed it until she choked.

Solomon quit straddling her and stood up. He pulled her up then stepped
in front of her. His cock was pointed right at her mouth. She kissed it
again. "Can we turn the light out?" she asked licking around the crown.

"No. I want you to see that it's a black cock you'll be fucking and
sucking all night long."

Leslie shivered at his words. They were crude, but sounded very erotic
to her ears. She quickly swallowed several inches of his cock.
Truthfully, she could of stared at Solomon's nude body all day, but she
was a little self conscious of her own forty year old body. She looked
great for her age, but she did not have the teenagers body she'd had
before marriage and motherhood. And Solomon was about to become the
first man other then her husband to see her naked in twenty years. He
reached down her back and pulled the pajama top over her head. He then
stepped back. Leslie's mouth followed his cockhead trying to capture it
again, but he stopped. Solomon grabbed her bottoms and she lifted her
hips so that he could pull them off. 

Leslie leaned forward to suck him again, but Solomon said, "No." He
pulled her to her feet and switched places with her. He sat on the bed.
Solomon grabbed her waist and pulled her down. "Know your place woman. A
white woman belongs on her knees when she's sucking on a superior black
cock."

Leslie fell to her knees and Solomon parted his legs. If any other man
had told her that, she would of punched him in the balls. Leslie was a
bit of a feminist, but with Solomon, his words had a ring of truthfuless
to them. She hesitated, staring at it.

"Why aren't you sucking my cock, woman?"

"I want to. More then anything, but I need this inside me. Please don't
cum." Leslie took his cock in her mouth again.

Solomon chuckled. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Then I'm going to cum
in your pussy several times and in several positions. Then I'm going to
fuck your sweet ass. Then we'll take a short nap and I'll stick it to
you several more times. Now hurry up. I haven't cum since this morning
and my balls are getting impatient."

Leslie began sucking his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. It was
easier then she thought, but she still found herself choking several
times. She managed to swallow some eight inches and Solomon seemed
content with that. He did grab the back of her head with one beefy hand.
The hand helped guide her. His strong pulls indicated he wanted her to
go fast so Leslie started rapidly bobbing her head. Solomon began
tensing up and his cock actually seemed to grow bigger. The black man
groaned just as his cock jerked in her throat.

Leslie felt sperm rushing down her throat in amounts not humanly
possible. His cockhead was in her mouth when it jerked a second time.
One second her mouth was empty except for his huge cockhead, the next
sperm was dribbling out around her lips. She gulped, finding that she
liked the taste and wanted more. She got more. Solomon's cock shot wad
after wad until she estimated it had cum enough to fill a 12oz coke can.
It was a far cry from the tea spoon's worth of semen her husband
ejaculated. 

Leslie got up to use the bathroom to clean herself up. The reflection in
the bathroom mirror didn't look like herself at all. Her cheeks were
puffy. Sperm covered her chin just out of reach of her tongue. Leslie
felt a flash of self-loathing overtake her. She had been faithful to her
husband for twenty years. Yet, she was so weak-willed that all it took
for her to betray her marriage was for a black man to place her hand on
a foot long cock. What would her children think if they knew what mommy
had done? What would her children look like if Solomon was their father? 

Leslie found some mouthwash and finished cleaning herself up. When she
left the bathroom, Solomon was laying on his back on the bed. He was
holding the base of his cock in his left hand. His penis was close to
it's full length, but it bent towards his feet about halfway up. He
shook it about three times and 
on the third, the head was pointing straight up again, completely hard.
"My god," she gasped.

"I wasn't kidding about fucking you all night. Now come mount me."

Leslie was awed by the black man's recovery time. He was only a few
years younger then her forty year old husband, but Harry would of been
fast asleep by now. 

Like a zombie, Leslie slowly walked over to the bed and climbed onto it.
She straddled Solomon's legs, raising herself high so that his cockhead
lined up with her pussy. Leslie started wiggling her hips as she lowered
herself down. Her pussy stretched wide around the giant cockhead,
gripping the sides as the big knob pushed inside her. Leslie let out a
high-pitched moan. She paused to enjoy the feeling.

The feeling didn't last long. Solomon was impatient. His hands were on
her knees and with a quick shove, Leslie found herself slamming down
over the huge cock. The head plowed deeper then her husband could go and
continued onward. Leslie suddenly froze as it reached a depth beyond
which she couldn't take anymore. Only she was wrong. Her pussy suddenly
slid down another inch and within another minute, she was loose and wet
enough to slide down the last inch. Their crotches were merged. 

Leslie sat frozen for several minutes. Her pussy was sore and stretched,
but she began to get used to the big tool. Solomon's hands engulfed her
breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. He jerked his cock in her
pussy, spasms of pleasure engulfed her body with each twitch of his
cock. A big orgasm quickly tore through her body as she sat frozen.
Leslie slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Solomon's face in
amazement. Solomon was looking behind her, but quickly turned his gaze
back up at her face. "That was incredible. I can't believe I've taken
the whole thing."

"Believe it. Your pussy was built for big cock." Solomon teaked her
nipples. "Now start working that white pussy."

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum again," she moaned as she began riding Solomon's
penis.

"You like that cock better then your husband's?"

Leslie paused not wanting to answer, but she gave in. "Yes, I like it
better. It's just so big and thick. I love..." She came again, her words
turning to screams.

Solomon waited till she had calmed down from her orgasm. "How big is
your husband's dick?"

"Maybe half your size."

"And that's all the cock you've had in twenty years? Poor little slut.
Stuck at home with that wimp when you could of been fucking a real man
like me." 

"I like fucking a real man. I love your big cock."

"That's big black cock and after fucking a big black cock, your wimp
husband ain't never going to satisfy you again." Solomon moved his hands
down to her waist and pulled her onto his chest. With a powerful leap,
Solomon flipped over and his giant hard torso came down on top of Leslie
with his cock still buried in her. Once on top, Solomon started fucking
her hard. His mighty cock pistoned in and out of her, causing the bed to
jump. The box springs sounded as if they might collapse at any minute.
Leslie's pussy squeezed the thrusting shaft in a useless effort to hold
it inside her. She started cumming every fifth thrust, then four, then
three, until she seemed to be having on long continous orgasm. Solomon
shoved his cock forward and held it as he filled her pussy with his
seed. 

Leslie had trouble closing her legs as the big black man climbed off
her. He went into the bathroom to relieve himself. She could hear a
long, powerful stream of urine striking the water as she laid there.

Solomon came back, his cock still huge and semi-erect. He was holding a
small bottle of lubricant. "Get on all fours when you're ready to go
again."

"Your kidding?" she asked, but she knew he wasn't. "Let me go clean up
first." Leslie climbed off the bed, holding Solomon's sperm inside her
pussy with her cupped hand. She wobbled towards the bathroom, to clean
up.

When Leslie felt presentable, she left the bathroom. Solomon was sitting
on the bed waiting for her, but first she wanted to go peek over the
balcony into her room to check on her husband. She stepped in something
sticky on Solomon's balcony. It was a small strand of sperm.

"Must of leaked out," lied Solomon behind her. Leslie's husband had
climbed over the balcony. The man was humiliated, but the pheromones had
caused him to jerk off. 

"I thought I got it all," replied Leslie. Just as she spoke a large wad
of semen dripped out from between her legs.

"It'll be doing that until morning and that's if we quit now. Get your
ass over to the bed so I can fuck it."

"Ah... I thought you were kidding about my ass. That thing will rip me
in two."

"Just get on all fours and shut up."

"You seemed nicer this morning," said Leslie getting on all fours.

Solomon lined his cock up with the crack of her ass and started pouring
lubricant both on his cock and on her anus. "It's your purpose to do
what I tell you and you need to get that through your head." Solomon
pushed his cock against her tight rosebud. "Your ass ever been fucked?"

"Ah... no. Please go easy on me." Leslie winced as she felt the
pressure. 
 
"Shame, your hubby could of helped loosen you up for me, but then if he
was doing his job, you wouldn't be here." Solomon pushed hard and
watched as he anus stretched open and his cock slipped inside. 

"Oh Jesu... aaarrgghh," moaned Leslie. The pain was worse then she
thought it would be.

"Slow or hard?"

"Slow," she moaned through gritted teeth. "God Solomon, it hurts. I
won't be able to take more of that thing. Why don't you put it back in
my pussy?"

"You'll take it. Besides, you won't truly be a slut for black cock until
you've had one in all your holes." 

"But I'm not a sl..." Leslie stpped in mid-sentence wondering if it were
true. Would she be able to turn down another hung black man? Would she
want to? Solomon pushed his cock in deeper and Leslie quit thinking
about anything but the pain. Luckily, the worst had passed. Once inside,
there was just a stuffed feeling. Solomon wasn't able to get much more
then half his cock in her. When it wouldn't go any deeper, he held still
letting her get used to it. 

Solomon moved his cock in and out a little and Leslie let out a soft
moan. "That's it girl, get into it. You like that big black cock in yur
ass."

"I do," said Leslie feeling like a dirty slut. "I like it. Fuck my ass.
Fuck it with that big black cock."

Solomon began pounding her hard. Leslie's head collapsed on the bed
until just her ass was sticking up. Solomon slammed his cock in and out
until he felt the sperm in his balls welling again. With a loud grunt,
he emptied his third load of the night into her bowels. 

Solomon rolled off Leslie and quickly fell asleep. He awoke a few hours
later and was surprised to see Leslie was still in the same position.
She was fast asleep with her ass still up in the air. Solomon pulled the
sleepy woman onto her back and climbed on top of her. Leslie's legs
immediately parted for his hard probing cock.

Leslie didn't sneak back to her room until just before dawn. She found
her husband spread eagled on the bed with the covers thrown off him. He
obviously had a restless night. She snuck in beside him.

It seemed like the alarm went off almost as soon as she closed her eyes.
Her husband got up and took a shower. She used it after him. He barely
spoke to her. Leslie began to suspect, he knew about last night.

Her suspicions were confirmed when they went to the lobby to check out.
Solomon King was checking out also. Beside him stood an ugly black man,
though equally as large as Solomon. Leslie's husband froze when he saw
the black man. Her husband put the suitcase down and his hands balled up
into fists. "Honey don't," she said as he started marching across the
floor. He swung just as the black man was turning.

Leslie watched as her husband suddenly stumbled a little. He appeared to
lose his nerve in mid-swing. His fist still connected with Solomon's
chin, but the black man's jaw barely registered it. Her husband's arm
was still outstretched from the swing, when Solomon's big hand clamped
down over his wrist. Luckily, the black man didn't overreact and snap
her husband's arm. Instead Solomon looked amused. Her husband looked
petrified. She'd never seen him look so scared of anything. Solomon
clamped his free hand over her husband's face and shoved him backward.

Harry fell on his back and slid about ten feet across the slick tiled
floor of the lobby. Leslie ran to his side as he sat up. 

"No harm done, just forget it," said Solomon to the front desk employee
who had witnessed everything. "No need to call the police. I won't press
charges."

Leslie felt a shadow fall across her back. She looked up to see the ugly
black man and was ashamed that the first thing she did was check out the
large bulge in his pants. The man towered over her just as Harry was
trying to get to his feet. The ugly black man punched Harry in the
stomach causing him to double over and fall back to his knees. "Don't
fuck with the boss, asshole."

"D-don't hurt him, mister," Leslie begged. "I will... I'll suck your
cock."

"I'm sure you would, slut," said the ugly one to her before turning to
rejoin Solomon. 

The two black men left out the front entrance and got into a taxi.
Leslie started to cry. She wondered what this would do to her marriage.
She wished she'd never met Solomon King. She wished her husband hadn't
caught her last night. She wished the ugly black man had let her suck on
his big black cock.

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

"Thar she blows," said Tyrone as the taxi pulled up into the port of
Miami.

Solomon stepped out of the cab and looked up at the Carribean King. The
first ship in King Cruise Lines, all 777 feet of her. "I'll expect you
to check in around 11:00am every morning. Fax the Captain anything that
needs my immediate attention. I'll see you when I fly back from
Trinibogo." 

A little Asian man came out of the building for boarding the ship. "Sir,
if you're waiting to board, I'm sorry, but pasengers aren't set to board
for another five hours."

"I'm not a passenger. I'm the owner."

"Oh! Sorry, Mr King. Let me get your bags." The man went around the back
of the taxi to grab Solomon's suitcase.

Two large black men in officers uniforms on the ship saw Solomon King
standing by the taxi and headed towards the gangway to greet him.

"Enjoy your vacation, boss," said Tyrone slipping back into the cab.

To Be Continued


  
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