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 Author: The Cryptkeeper
Title: Blackmailed Fiancée
Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, interr, BM, WF, oral, pett,
WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing rape offend
you.
   CHAPTER 1
   Reggie pulled up behind a newish looking Honda Civic sitting at the stop
sign.  No traffic, yet the driver failed to proceed.  He tapped his horn to
alert the distracted driver of his presence.  The car lurched forward and
Reggie followed in his beat up, piece of shit, pickup truck.  He stepped on
the gas and passed the little Civic, glancing at the car's tinted windows
which prevented him from seeing its driver.  The tail pipe of his truck
belched a cloud of smoke that stunk of burnt oil as it pulled in front of
the newer car.  He knew this area well and there was another mile to go
before they reached the next cross street where the driver might turn off.
He let up on the gas once in front of the car and watched it catch up with
him from his rear view mirror.  The driver was a white female that kept
looking down at the cell phone she held.  Reggie waited for her to look
down at the device again.
   The map on Megan's iPhone screwed up and brought her to the wrong place,
making her late for another job interview.  She was lost.  Her eyes quickly
scanned the phone's tiny screen and then refocused on the road.  The old
pickup truck in front of her had come to a stop.  She was going to run into
it.  Megan's foot stomped the brake pedal.  She veered to the right.  The
Civic screeched but didn't completely stop until colliding with Reggie's
old truck.
   "Shit!" Megan exclaimed as she came to the realization she was at fault
in this accident.  She couldn't afford a ticket or the higher insurance
costs that would result.  After a moment, Megan took a deep breath and
finally released the steering wheel, bracing herself before looking at the
damage.
   As Megan got out of her car, the other driver, a tall, strapping, black
man in his fifties, climbed from the old pickup truck she had just run
into. He looked like a body builder, huge muscles in his chest and arms
bulging beneath his shirt.  Megan surveyed the damage as the black man
approached: a dent on her left fender and some of her car's paint on the
truck's rear bumper which was badly bent.  She looked up at the black man
towering above her.
   "I'm sorry.  Are you okay?" she asked.
   Reggie hesitated before answering.  He carefully considered his words as
his eyes feasted on the petite, white girl with red hair and green eyes
standing in front of him.  She was a young, slender beauty - couldn't be
more than 22 years old, he thought - with a nicely curved ass and perky
tits.  He noticed the small engagement ring she wore.
   "I'm not sure," he replied rubbing the back of his neck and examining
his rear bumper.  It had been banged up pretty good previously.  The thin
metal of her fender couldn't possible bend the thick steel of his bumper
like that.  But there was no way a young, dumb girl like her would know
that.  Besides the small scuff mark, she hadn't really caused any damage to
his truck.  "It looks like you messed up my bumper and your fender.  My
neck is hurting some too.  Do you have that cell phone you were using when
you ran into me handy so we can call the police and file an accident
report?"
   Megan fetched her phone and did something very unusual for her, she
started crying.  Usually strong and self-confident, everything seemed to be
going wrong lately.  Her wedding was in a month and what a terrible way
this was to begin her marriage.  She and her fiancé, her high school sweet
heart, were eager to make a family, but she was unemployed, unable to pay
her bills, and now faced a big, fat ticket for careless driving and much
higher insurance costs.  It was a stretch financially with Larry's small
paycheck before, but now they certainly couldn't make it.
   Reggie watched tears flow down Megan's face.  Her hands nervously
trembled holding the phone that got her in this mess in the first place. 
"Why are you crying like that?" he asked.
   Between sobs Megan explained her situation, "I'm going to get another
ticket and I won't be able to afford insurance.  We'll never be able to get
married."
   Her crying aroused Reggie; but she was too distraught to notice the
large bulge forming in his pants from fantasies of stuffing his gigantic,
black cock into her tight, little twat - of pumping her pussy full with his
potent cream and putting a black baby in her white belly.
   The two sat on the curb of the lonely stretch of highway, just outside
of town, surrounded by empty fields.  The tall blades of grass waved in the
warm summer breeze, the dew of early morning drying from them.  An
occasional car or truck whizzed by.
   "Wait," Reggie said placing his hand over Megan's phone so she couldn't
finish her call to the police.  "Perhaps we can work something out where
you won't get a ticket and your insurance won't go up.  I hate to see two
young people start out with such hardship."
   "Really?" Megan sniffled, her eyes red a swollen.
   "Sure, I have a friend who can fix that dent and I can probably set you
up with a job.  Let me see your phone."
   Reggie was moving fast on Megan.  Before she had the chance to even
consider his offer or its potential costs, he took the phone from her hands
and called his friend.  "Hi Leroy, it's me, Reggie.  I need to call in a
favor, buddy.  I'm on Highway 408 just east of town.  A Honda Civic ran
into me and the owner needs her car towed to your shop and repaired."
   Megan's jaw dropped.  The damage to her car didn't look that severe to
her.  "I think I can drive it," she said.
   Reggie held up his finger gesturing for Megan to wait until he finished
the conversation on her phone.  "Okay, we're on the side of the road."
   "It's not that bad.  I can drive it." Megan repeated when Reggie ended
his phone call.
   She was right.  Her car was perfectly drivable.  But Reggie knew women
were easily deceived when it came to cars and mechanical issues and she
didn't need to know how minor the damage to her car actually was.  "Are you
serious?  You can't drive your car with that dent in its fender.  It's
unsafe like that and you'll ruin your tire when you make a left turn."
   Megan started crying again, "But I can't afford a tow truck or repairs."
   "It's either this or we file a police report and get the insurance
companies involved.  Leroy owes me a few favors and he does nice work. 
Let's see how bad your damage is when he gets your car back to his shop.  I
bet he can fix it for less than your deductible.  I guarantee he will cost
a lot less money than if you take your car elsewhere."
   "I don't know about this," Megan replied.  "I just don't have the
money."
   "Well you need to make a decision now while I can still call Leroy back
and cancel.  It's not fair to make him come all the way out here and then
for you to change your mind.  Either way you're going to need a tow truck.
But at least my way your insurance won't go up and you'll avoid getting a
ticket.  I am just trying to help you out."
   Megan felt confused.  She wanted to ask her fiancé, Larry, what to do,
but he wasn't supposed to get phone calls while at work and she didn't want
to upset him with more bad news.
   Reggie sensed her hesitancy and like a high pressure salesperson, pushed
to close the deal before she backed out.
   "It may not cost much, if anything at all, since Leroy owes me.  If
money is that much of a problem now, I'll vouch for and you can pay them
back later," he added.
   A lot of people owed Reggie favors for things he provided to them. 
Reggie had dabbled in a number of illicit businesses.
   "Okay, I guess," Megan answered.
   CHAPTER 2
   Leroy pulled up in a rusty, old tow truck that looked like a bigger heap
than Reggie's pickup.  Reggie stood up and ran to meet his friend, leaving
Megan sitting by herself on the curb.  Leroy, still in his truck, lowered
his window as Reggie approached.
   The two black men chatted like good friends, occasionally glancing her
way and laughing, but Megan couldn't hear what they were saying to each
other from her distance and over the chugging of Leroy's truck.  She
watched Leroy - a wiry fellow with short, kinky, white hair atop his head -
hop from his truck and briefly examine the damage to her car.  He shook his
head disapprovingly and then proceeded to attach her disabled vehicle to
the winch.  Next to his huge friend and the heavy equipment he operated,
Leroy appeared slight.  The two men walked over to Megan after hooking up
her car.
   "It's a good thing Reggie stopped you from driving your car like that,"
the old black man said.  He grinned as if thinking about something funny -
his smile containing large dark gaps where teeth were missing - and added,
"I'm Leroy."
   "Hi Leroy, I'm Megan.  Thanks for helping me out.  Do you have any idea
how much this is going to cost?" the girl asked, her pretty, green eyes
still pink and puffy from crying earlier.
   "It's hard to tell just yet.  Until we get that fender off, there is no
way to know if any underlying damage to the frame occurred.  Don't worry
about that now.  Reggie says he'll vouch for you."
   Leroy turned to Reggie and continued, "I'll take her car back to my shop
now and get Tyrone working on it.  Unless he finds major damage to the
frame he should have it drivable later today.  The rear bumper on your
truck looks like it needs some work too."
   "Okay," Reggie replied.  "We'll take care of my bumper later." He then
explained to Megan, "You'll ride with Leroy.  I have some business to do
and then I'll meet you at his garage."
   As Reggie opened the passenger door for Megan, it sounded like it
shrieked in pain, its rusty hinges arthritic joints forced to move.  After
Reggie helped her into the truck's filthy cab, Megan sat in the tattered
seat and watched the old man pull himself up into the truck.  She could
tell it was becoming a struggle for him as he aged.
   Leroy waved to Reggie as he drove away with Megan beside him and her car
attached to the back of his truck.  His admiration for Reggie reached an
all-time high.  Megan's beauty was even more striking close up; and her
presence brought some life to his long dormant cock, which twitched
slightly each time his eyes took in more of her lovely, model-like
features.
   After Leroy and Megan headed to Leroy's shop, Reggie went to seek
medical attention for back and neck injuries he had just sustained.  His
story would be that the late model, blue Honda Civic Megan drove had left
the scene.  If turned in, say by the shop that repaired her car, Megan
would be charged with felony hit and run.
   CHAPTER 3
   It didn't seem to take this long to reach them after Reggie called Leroy
on her phone; but Megan was upset and not paying attention to time.  Leroy
drove slowly and took a detour back to his garage while uneasiness festered
in Megan.  She had never spent much time around black people and the old
man's body odor added to her discomfort.  His eyes kept wandering up her
legs and staring at her breasts each opportunity he got to take them off
the road.  The more she thought about it, the more precarious her situation
appeared.  But she couldn't just demand for him to stop and give her car
back.  She felt paralyzed by an inability to act and sat silently as Leroy
drove to their destination - wherever that was.
   Leroy's garage sat in a part of town where white folks were rare and
Megan had never visited before.  Her fear subsided some when they arrived.
In five hours Larry would be off work; she planned to call him and let her
fiancé know what had happened and where she was.
   Leroy's place looked more like a junk yard than a repair shop, with cars
and their parts strewn about in overgrowth and a tall chain-link fence with
barbed wire on top surrounding the property.  Two large Doberman Pinschers
with spiked collars around their necks, appropriately named Demon and
Savage, ran to Leroy's truck as it pulled up the driveway.  They angrily
barked and snarled at Megan when she opened her door.  Megan froze with
fear.
   "Demon...  Savage: heel!" Leroy thundered in a tone that didn't match
his stature and sounded like it came from a big, Nazi drill sergeant.  The
dogs cowered to his feet.  "Get out of here you mangy mutts!" he yelled. 
At his command they scurried away like scared puppies.  Megan suspected the
dogs reacted that way from cruel treatment.  In a volte-face, Leroy
politely smiled and helped her from the truck.
   They walked into the garage where the smell of oils and solvents hung in
the air as thickly as Leroy's body odor in the truck.  A young, black man,
around Megan's age, dressed in denim coveralls with grease stains on them,
worked under a car on the lift.  Leroy barked like one of his excited dogs,
"Tyrone, bring this sweet, young lady's car in here and get to work on it
right away.  She was just in an accident, and needs it fixed now."
   From his broad shoulders, Tyrone's lean body narrowed down in the form
of a "V" with muscular pecks, biceps and buttocks his baggy coveralls
poorly concealed.  He performed quick repairs and quick paint jobs on cars.
He also dismantled a few stolen automobiles for Leroy who used them for
parts.  Tyrone didn't ask questions, but somebody made his boss more
volatile than usual.  He looked over to his boss yelping and saw a
beautiful white girl.  "Wow" he muttered under his breath, his mouth
forming a smile of bright teeth that contrasted his coal, black eyes
scanning Megan.
   Leroy knew the whippersnapper wanted to get in Megan's panties, but that
might be a problem with Reggie.  He escorted Megan to the waiting area to
remove the temptation from Tyrone, who watched her cute, little ass get
away from him.
   CHAPTER 4
   Megan sat in a waiting area that consisted of a table and several
plastic chairs in the corner of a small room.  A number of disgusting
girlie magazines - Hustler, Barely Legal, Oui, and Penthouse - covered the
table and momentarily brought back the uneasy feeling she had experienced
while riding in Leroy's truck.  A layer of filth deposited over the years
from the bottoms of mechanics' shoes darkened the white terrazzo floors
worn by traffic.  A television that only received one boring channel was
mounted to the wall.  With nothing to read and her cell phone out of
charge, Megan passed the day in the dirty waiting area at Leroy's garage
watching stupid shows on the television.
   Tyrone started working on Megan's car.  The damage was minimal but his
boss explained the situation.  Tyrone would have it fixed late that day -
after Reggie returned - even though it could be repaired sooner.  Except
for the dent in her fender, her car appeared immaculate inside and out. 
Even the contents in her glove box were neat and organized as he went
through them curious of her personal life.  He found the papers from the
dealer where she purchased the car in an envelope: a bill of sale and
completed credit application.  She lived in a nice part of town and had
just turned 21-years-old, a year older than him.  Tyrone always believed
that cars resembled their owners.  He wanted to find out if Megan looked as
perfect under the hood as her car, take her for a spin, and put his piston
in her cylinder.
   Between girlfriends, Tyrone hadn't been laid in over a month and
couldn't stop thinking of Megan while he worked on her car.
   A service counter with a cash register and telephone sat at the far end
of the room where Megan waited.  A door behind the counter led to the
garage.  The door opened and Tyrone came in pretending to look for
something.  From this location the young stud had a perfect view of Megan
as she watched the television.  Her silky, red hair, the color of shiny
rust, flowed down to her shoulders.  Her shapely breasts were not
excessively large, but filled her white blouse nicely.  Her tight, black
skirt, which reached just above the knee, revealed a slim waist and long,
smooth legs she kept crossed.  But her face was indescribably beautiful
with large, luminous, green eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat,
high cheek bones, a little nose, a narrow chin, and full lips.  Tyrone
stood undressing Megan with his eyes, imagining her naked like the models
in the porno magazines on the table, magazines he took to the bathroom and
wacked his 12 inch monster off to three times a day.  Tyrone's cock got
hard as he stared at Megan.  He was tired of being without a girlfriend and
having to jerk himself off.
   Leroy walked from his office down the short corridor to the waiting room
and saw Tyrone leering at Megan and grabbing his coveralls to adjust his
very large penis.  "What are you looking for?" Leroy asked, knowing good
and well what Tyrone was up to.
   "I'm looking for the keys to her Civic," Tyrone nervously replied.
   "I gave them to you, cretin!  Get back in that goddamn garage and get
her car fixed." Leroy barked.
   Although Megan disliked Leroy's tone, she was thankful he chased the boy
away.  She pretended that she hadn't noticed Tyrone staring at her, from
the corner of her eyes his blurry image standing there grabbing his crotch.
The entire time she had concealed how uncomfortable he made her feel, like
Leroy had done in the truck.  She never had an interest in black men
before, and certainly didn't have one now.  She was off the market to all
men.  Soon she would be Mrs.  Megan Donovin, wife of Larry Donovin.  She
just wanted her car fixed so she could get away from these creepy guys.
   But now instead of the boy, the old pervert ogled her for several
minutes.  At least Leroy didn't keep obnoxiously grabbing his penis like
Tyrone had done.  The old man could no longer get full erections, at least
not without help from blue pills.  However, the sight of Megan made more
blood flow into his dusty prick without Viagra than it had received in a
long time, which rekindled Leroy's memories of youth.  How he wished he was
a younger man again.  Like Tyrone now, at one time he could get boners from
a simple breeze.  Leroy thought how this gorgeous, white chick must be
torture for the poor kid.
   The phone rang, diverting Leroy's attention.  "Leroy's Garage," he
answered.
   "Don't say my name," Reggie's voice carefully instructed him from the
phone.  "I'm at the hospital and the police are taking a report.  They
already took a paint sample from my bumper but I didn't give them her
license plate number or description.  Make sure you keep her there until I
get back."
   "Sure, we can take care of that for you," Leroy said with that same
funny grin he gave to Megan when he introduced himself to her - the one
that exposed his missing teeth, a semi-toothless grin.  "Bring her in and
we'll fix her up.  We're open late tonight."
   Leroy hung up the phone and went down the corridor back to his office.
Probably to look at some nasty magazines, Megan thought.
   Several hours passed without either of the two degenerates coming to
eyeball Megan and she relaxed.  She stood up and walked around a little to
stretch her legs.  And then Tyrone returned.  "I need to find a wrench," he
said to her with a big smile that revealed his white teeth.  She was real
eye candy and Tyrone's cock sprang to attention from the sugar buzz she
gave him.  This time the appalling size of Tyrone's cock became apparent to
Megan when he uncouthly reached down and repositioned it right in front of
her and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bulge it made in his
coveralls.  Did her eyes deceive her?  It looked like he had it tucked to
the side; but, the thing would easily pass his naval and come out the top
of his waistband if he wore pants instead of coveralls.  Megan wasn't going
to look down there again to find out.  She stood facing him for a second
not sure what to say, her eyes transfixed on the counter to avoid any
further eye contact with him.  His eyes ran up and down her body while he
dug at his crotch through the loosely fitting denim, the whole time wearing
that grin.
   "I don't have it," Megan exclaimed, unable to think of a better reply.
She wanted to tell him he wasn't going to find it either staring at her all
day.  "How's my car coming along?" she asked instead, returning to the
safety of the other side of the room, to her seat in the corner.
   Tyrone was about to answer after watching her perfectly shaped ass move
as she walked away from him when Leroy ripped out, "What the hell are you
doing in here again?"
   "I'm looking for the adjustable wrench," Tyrone replied.
   "There ain't no adjustable wrench in here.  Get out there and finish
fixing her goddamn car or I'll go out there myself, find that adjustable
wrench, and bust you upside the head with it!"
   As Tyrone hastened from the room, Leroy turned to Megan and said, "I'm
sorry for the foul language, sweetheart.  I'm trying to get your car
finished this afternoon.  Tyrone's easily distracted, but he does really
good body work." Leroy gave her his semi-toothless grin again, which began
getting on Megan's nerves.  She pretended to be unaware of him instead of
Tyrone now undressing her with his eyes, and watched the television until
he went back to his office.
   By five-thirty Megan's car still was not finished.  She was about to ask
if she could borrow the phone so she could call Larry to pick her up when
Reggie walked in.
   "They finish your car yet?"
   "No," Megan replied shaking her head.
   "Leroy?" Reggie yelled down the hall.  "What's up with her car?"
   Leroy emerged from his office, "Let me go check."
   He went out to the garage and for a few seconds, only Reggie, Megan, and
an awkward silence filled the room.  Unlike the other two guys, Reggie knew
how to work a girl like Megan.  He knew not to come on too strongly at
first and to wait until the time was right and her defenses were down.  He
checked Megan out without her realizing it.
   "Okay, he's finishing up right now," Leroy explained coming in from the
garage holding paperwork for the repair.  "Let's go back to my office and
hash this out."
   The apprehension Megan had experienced off and on throughout the day -
when she had ridden in Leroy's truck, when she had noticed the hardcore,
pornographic magazines on the table, every time Leroy and Tyrone had taken
turns ogling her, when Tyrone had fondled his crotch and Leroy had given
her his semi-toothless grin - returned again like bad indigestion.  Yet her
conscience compelled her to follow Leroy down the hall with Reggie close
behind her.  They had given her a tow, repaired her car, trusted her to pay
them back without getting insurance companies or the police involved.  Now
it was time for her to return their good will, Megan thought, ignoring the
anxiety she felt in her gut.
   Leroy's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his
business, but was still beneath Megan's standards.  Half of his large, oak
desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters,
statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile
up.  Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it
all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else.  And then
like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.
   To her relief, Megan didn't see any erotic magazines in his office.  But
her suspicion had been correct nonetheless - he kept them hidden in his
desk.
   Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk.
Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter,
the terrazzo floors, Leroy's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed
to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully
planed motif, which of course it was not.  Megan sat in one of the chairs,
but Reggie remained standing beside the other.  Leroy sat in a torn, but
comfortable leather chair facing the two.
   "There was some damage to the frame of your car which Tyrone repaired,"
Leroy explained.  "We also replaced your fender and painted it.  Since I'm
doing this as a favor for Reggie, I'm only charging $2,800."
   Megan looked at Reggie, her eyes welling up again.  "I don't have
$2,800. I don't even have a job right now."
   "Now take it easy, sweetheart" Leroy said.  "Reggie is vouching for you.
But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need
someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up
customers.  I'm willing to pay you $600 per week cash under-the-table.  You
can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."
   Megan didn't feel comfortable with this proposition.  The money was
enticing but the way Leroy and Tyrone both looked at her gave her the
willies.
   "Uh, I'm not sure.  Can I think about it for a day or two?" Megan asked.
   Reggie again detected her hesitancy.  He knew she needed money.  They
were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the
hit-and-run felony charge yet.  He was saving that for his final coup
d'état.
   "What are you not sure about?" Reggie chimed in.  "That's a damn good
deal - $600 under-the-table.  If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it,
Leroy."
   The two men laughed and Megan gave a nervous giggle.  She felt
pressured.
   "I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will
bring some class to this place.  I'll go to $650 per week, but that's my
final offer."
   "Wow," Reggie remarked.
   This all seemed so similar to when Megan sat in the car dealership
negotiating for the Civic.  But $650 per week was a lot of money, at least
to her.  Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was
past due, and she needed to pay Leroy back.  Again her conscience helped in
her decision.  Reggie had been kind.  The police would have given her a
ticket for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the
roof since this was not her first accident.
   "Okay, Mr.  Leroy, I'll work for you."
   The three of them smiled and laughed again, Leroy with his
semi-toothless grin and Reggie with several gold crowns on his teeth. 
Leroy quickly handed her a paper to sign.  "It's just saying the service
was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work
performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.  Megan signed
it. At that moment, for a brief few seconds, Megan did not know why, but
something about this reminded her of Faust.
   ******CHAPTER 5*******
   The three men waited behind and gathered in Leroy's office after Megan
went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her
fiancé.
   "Okay, Leroy, how much did the repairs really cost?" Reggie asked.
   "Maybe $800 if we had used new parts.  But I had a fender lying around
from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back."
Leroy then asked Tyrone, "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"
   Tyrone shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."
   "Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff
of her pussy." Leroy quipped.  "This kid must have blue balls.  Since he
broke up with his girlfriend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times
a day, and that's just when he's here at work.  At most the repair cost
$200 with his labor included."
   Reggie sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme.  He ran multiple
scenarios through his mind.  As badly as he wanted to fuck Megan, it would
not be prudent.  It would be far too incriminating if he had sex and
impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck.  On
the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Megan
initiated sex with Leroy or Tyrone in exchange for fixing her car so the
police wouldn't find out.  Of course he hoped they would not have to turn
her in.  Hopefully, Megan would acquiesce and let Tyrone stick his cock in
her.  Tyrone was closest to Megan in age, and had the fewest ties to
Reggie, making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. 
"How would you like to have a white girlfriend?" Reggie asked Tyrone.
   Tyrone raised his eyebrows, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in
his grin.  "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?"
   "Who else have we been talking about, nimrod?" Leroy interjected.
   "Shit yea!" Tyrone replied.
   "Listen, you can't jerk off anymore.  Do you understand?" Reggie asked.
"We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight
it, at least the first few times."
   Tyrone nodded in reply.
   "She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Reggie said to Leroy.  "Don't
pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Tyrone
fucks her."
   The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Reggie looked up and
stroked his chin more in further thought.  Reggie understood the female
psyche more than most men.  She had chosen a mate in her fiancé and she
might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon.  When he had
spoken with her after the accident, Megan gave Reggie the impression that
she and her fiancé would immediately try to start a family.  Her primal
female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except
him.
   "Do you use condoms with your girlfriends?" Reggie asked Tyrone.
   "Not unless they insist," Tyrone responded.  "It doesn't feel good with
them."
   "I'm with you on that," Reggie said patting Tyrone on his back.  "Do you
want to use them with Megan?"
   "Not if I don't have to.  Why?"
   "I don't think she is on birth control since she is getting married
soon. If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better
convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she
will never let you near her without a rubber.  A girl like Megan doesn't
get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately.  It will just make things
easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few girls
and your done having children."
   Tyrone thought about what Reggie said.  "That's not too far from the
truth, at least the part about knocking up a few girls, but this is a
different situation.  She is not like the girls in the hood.  What if she
really does get pregnant?"
   "No, she is nothing like girls from the hood.  That's why you must
absolutely convince her you're safe.  She is getting married.  If she gets
pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be.  Being
her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around
and be with her." Reggie beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to
skip town."
   The conversation made Tyrone hard.  He reached down and repositioned his
cock.  Already his huge testicles ached.  It would be a long ten days, but
that white girl would be worth every moment of abstinence.
   "Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Reggie commented.  How do you keep
that thing inside your pants?"
   "I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."
   Leroy interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"
   "What do you want out of it?" Reggie inquired.
   "I want $50 bucks from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I
want to watch too."
   "Let's start out with the $50 and you can drill a hole in the wall to
watch," Reggie joked.  That work for you, Tyrone?"
   Tyrone nodded.
   If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something
they wanted: Reggie, half the money Leroy received from Megan and half the
money Leroy received from Tyrone and whatever funds he might be able to
scam from his own insurance; Tyrone, a beautiful white girl to regularly
fuck; Leroy, cheap help and eye candy.  Megan would be working for far less
than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something
she never received.  Leroy anticipated getting most of Tyrone's paycheck
back every week in fuck fees.  They all would win something at Megan's
expense.
   "One more thing," Reggie added.  "The two of you need to be a little
less obvious leering at her.  We need her defenses down and the element of
surprise when we make our move."
   *******CHAPTER 6*************
   Megan got home late but in wonderful spirits.  "Hi honey," she said
falling into Larry's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.
   "Somebody's in a good mood," Larry replied.  "I was worried about you. I
tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."
   Megan's smile lit up the room.  "My cell phone was dead.  But I've got
good news."
   "What?" Larry inquired, the job hunting clothes Megan wore giving a
hint.
   "I got a job," Megan lilted, her big green eyes sparkling as Larry
looked into them.
   "That's wonderful!" Larry cheered with a big smile of his own.  "Where
did you get a job?"
   Megan left Larry's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail
sitting on their kitchen table.  "At a place called Leroy's Garage."
   "What are you doing at the garage?  I didn't know you knew how to work
on cars."
   "I don't, silly.  I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their
customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Megan replied, shuffling
through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills.  "No
checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked.  Larry didn't
respond to her dry humor.
   "How much are they paying you?"
   Megan stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance
company - a cancellation notice - while thinking for a moment, and didn't
immediately respond.  She decided not to upset Larry by telling him she had
another accident.  Since Leroy was paying her cash under-the-table, she
could pay back the loan, $200 a week, without Larry knowing about it.
   Megan looked up at Larry who she always found somewhat attractive, but
lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed.  She
wasn't marrying Larry purely for great looks, or for money, neither of
which he had in abundance.  She was marrying him because they were kindred
spirits who transcended physical attraction.  "They're starting me at $450
a week, but cash under-the-table."
   "Four-hundred-and-fifty dollars cash, no taxes, isn't too bad.  Where is
this place?  I've never heard of it."
   Megan put the stack of envelopes back down on the table.  Tired of
wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to
change into something comfortable.  "In Mayberry on 54th Street and MLK
Blvd," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.
   Larry followed her.  "I haven't been there before, but I don't think
that's a good area."
   "It's fine," Megan sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first
came home now drained from her.
   Larry watched his fiancée undress in front of him.  She turned around
and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her red hair like
the color of rust, but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid,
green eyes staring into his.  There weren't enough adjectives to describe
her beauty.
   She didn't want to answer any more questions.  "Come here and make love
to me," Megan said.
   Larry quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.
   They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places
until the time arrived to enter her.  Megan had just stopped taking birth
control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children
with Larry.  She gently reminded him to put on a condom.  Larry fumbled to
put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented
their complete intimacy.  He missed the feeling of his penis in direct
contact with Megan's vagina.  He looked forward to their wedding, to the
rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.
   ******CHAPTER 7********
   Friday arrived.  Megan drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed
wire on top of it.  Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage,
lay panting next to their water bowl.  The dogs growled at Megan a little
less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside.  Over the past few
days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't
approach them.
   Things seemed to be going well for Megan.  She kept busy mostly
answering the phone and helping Leroy with all his papers that needed
filing.  Each day she felt a little more comfortable here.  The lustful
stares she had thought Tyrone and Leroy were giving her when she first met
them no longer occurred.  She began to wonder if perhaps she had
misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset.  She strolled over
to the waiting area.  Someone replaced all the girlie magazines with issues
of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.
   Tyrone came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a
few peaks at his future girlfriend's tight ass as her back was turned
toward him arranging the magazines on the table.  He imagined bending her
over Leroy's desk and feeding her tight twat the full twelve inches of his
beefy, Negro sausage.  Blood quickly rushed to Tyrone's penis.  It had been
three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by
the day producing more sperm.  He changed his thoughts to his grandmother
to control his urges.
   Megan turned around.  "Hi Tyrone," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile
illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous green eyes drawing
Tyrone's gaze into them like an object falling to earth.
   "Hello, Megan.  What's up?" The erection in Tyrone's pants began
returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more
comfortable position while in front of her.
   "Hey, Tyrone," Megan asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting
lower, "When do we get paid today?"
   As she grew closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached
pain.  "We usually get paid when Leroy closes shop." Tyrone answered.  At
that moment he ached to bury his cock inside Megan, hold her naked body
squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with
his cum.  Instead he gave a boyish smile.  Being around her made him hotter
than in the garage, so he went back to the hot garage to cool off.
   They closed shop.  Megan and Tyrone went into Leroy's office.  Reggie
had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Leroy when they entered.
Reggie rose to give Megan his seat.  Leroy sat behind his big oak desk, now
cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Megan, and handed Tyrone an
envelope filled with money.  But he did not have another envelope for her.
"Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with
his semi-toothless grin.  "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."
   "Is there any way you could give me an advance?"
   Leroy looked over to Reggie standing behind Megan's chair.  He gave
Leroy a slight nod.  "I think we can arrange that.  How much do you need?"
   Megan looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the
amount, "four-hundred dollars."
   "Four-hundred dollars?  You didn't make that much this week.  He pulled
his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it.
You worked three days, which only comes to $390."
   "I know," Megan whined like a little girl.  "But they cancelled my car
insurance."
   Leroy leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting
around the room as he thought.  The girl obviously had financial problems
that could work to their advantage.  If her car insurance was cancelled,
she was likely late on other bills as well.  Keeping her indebted to them
while still in need of money would offer the most leverage with her.
   "But you already owe $2,800.  I can give you $200 now and $200 next
week. Will that help you out?"
   It wasn't as much as Megan needed, but she could at least start paying
some of her bills.  "Thank you, Leroy.  I appreciate this."
   ******CHAPTER 8********
   The second week went as smoothly as the first for Megan.  Friday
afternoon arrived.  A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on
its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty
lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do.  She eagerly
waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Larry.  They had
a lot of bills to pay, but also big plans for dinner and a romantic evening
together with some of the money left over from her pay.
   Tyrone looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool
cabinet in the garage.  It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. 
Reggie's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Megan's Honda. 
Tyrone heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Reggie
approached.  Reggie walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and
petted the dogs.  "Hello pouches, you're good girls," he cooed.
   "Right on time," Tyrone remarked.
   Reggie stood and came over to him.  "Are you ready?"
   "I've been ready, man.  My balls hurt they're so full of cum."
   "Good boy," Reggie replied with his gold and white grin.  "I know you're
pretty experienced with girls, but don't fuck this up for us.  We don't
want to traumatize her and make her quit.  Once you get that thing in her,
take it easy and let her body get used to it.  I doubt she's ever taken a
cock as large as yours inside her before.  Start with slow, easy strokes,
pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before
you shoot your first load in her."
   Tyrone didn't need the advice.  He had been fucking girls since he was
13 years old and knew how to finesse them.  But after listening to Reggie
anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed.  The thick
steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its
padlock shut.  He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them
from their chains.  It was time to go inside.
   Megan sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine
about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian.  Unlike the couple in the article, she
preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial
thing or darker complexioned men.
   "Have a nice weekend," Tyrone's voice said.  She looked up and saw
Tyrone with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.
   "Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend?  It's only 3:15.  We don't
close until 5:30."
   "Leroy left already and told me to close up early."
   Megan didn't see Leroy leave, but she hadn't seen him in the building in
a while either.  "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, looking at the
envelope containing Tyrone's weekly salary.
   "Yea, I got it from Reggie.  He's in Leroy's office now."
   Megan's eyes lit up with excitement over getting paid and starting the
weekend early.  "Oh, I better go get my pay too before Reggie leaves."
   "Okay, see you Monday.  I'm out of here," Tyrone replied giving Megan an
unusual smirk.
   Tyrone watched Megan head toward Leroy's office, adrenaline pumping
through his veins.  Fortunately she hadn't looked down or she would have
noticed his Black Ness monster trying to force its way out of his
coveralls.
   A peephole in Leroy's open office door, she hadn't noticed before,
struck Megan as odd.  "Megan, have a seat," Reggie said as he rose from
Leroy's desk and pulled the chair out for her.  "I have something important
we need to talk about." Megan noticed him close the door and suddenly the
uneasy feeling that Leroy and Tyrone had given her that first day she met
them returned.
   "I just came to get my pay.  Tyrone told me we are closing early today."
   Reggie handed Megan a white envelope, which at first she thought
contained cash.  She opened it and found papers inside.
   "We are closed, Megan.  It's just you and me here now," Reggie said as
he observed Megan reading the copy of the hit and run police report he had
filed.  "But you won't be leaving early," he continued.
   Megan's jaw dropped.  "What is this?" she asked.
   "It's the hit and run report I filed for the accident you fled.  You
caused injury, which means you committed a third degree felony.  That will
get you five years in prison."
   "Oh my God," Megan exclaimed, her hands coming up to the sides of her
face.
   "They don't have your license plate number.  But they did get a sample
of your paint from my bumper."
   "Why are you doing this?" Megan cried, tears streaming down her face.
   Reggie felt himself getting aroused as she cried.  He ignored her
question and continued.  "There's actually a cash reward for Leroy if he
turns you in.  But fortunately, both Leroy and Tyrone have agreed to keep
quiet about this if you cooperate."
   "What do you want?" Megan asked recognizing the absurdity of her
question.  She was young, but not that naïve.  Her uneasiness before was
the hitting of an iceberg, which now became the realization that the ship
was going to sink.  Reggie stepped behind her and put his hands on her
shoulders.
   "I want you to relax, Megan," Reggie said beginning to rub her
shoulders. His hands felt the tension in her muscles.
   Megan sat in shock as his meaty hands massaged her shoulders for a few
minutes.  They descended to her breasts and her mind began racing.  She
could not allow this to continue.  "Stop touching me!" Megan responded
slapping his hands off her.  She jumped from the chair and headed toward
the door.  Reggie stepped in front of it blocking her exit.
   "Think carefully about this, Megan.  If you go out this door, it's five
years in prison."
   "I'm not having sex with you," Megan replied, her luminous green eyes
glaring at Reggie like an angry cat, fury now replacing tears from moments
ago.
   "I'm not going to have sex with you Megan, at least not in the sense of
putting my cock in your pussy, if that's what you're afraid of."
   "What do you want, then?" Megan snapped.
   "Five years is a long time in prison, a long time to wait for someone,
don't you agree?  A young man like Larry, with certain needs, shall we say,
would probably find someone else to satisfy them."
   The anger in Megan's face changed to fear as Reggie spoke.  Her wedding
was less than three weeks away.  Her brain sped a million miles per hour.
There had to be a way out of this, but it was like trying to solve an
unsolvable puzzle.
   "What do you want," she repeated in a more reasonable tone.
   "There are other ways people can pleasure each other that don't involve
intercourse," Reggie explained taking her arm and guiding her back toward
Leroy's cleared off desk.  He turned her around to face him and began
unbuttoning her blouse.  Megan looked down and nervously watched his
fingers reach the last button.  She was still trying to solve the puzzle in
her mind.
   Reggie glimpsed her tight stomach and cute belly button as her blouse
hung open.  She tried backing away when his big hands reached the clasp of
her skirt, but banged her ass into the edge of Leroy's desk.
   "No, I don't want to do this," Megan complained, the zipper on her skirt
sounding like fabric being torn as Reggie unzipped it.
   "There are some mean bull dykes in prison that would love to get their
hands on you.  After five years, you might even start to like being some
stone butch's pillow princess and lose interest in Larry," Reggie reminded
her as he pulled her slightly away from the desk's edge so her skirt would
fall.  It puddled around her ankles.
   Megan stood paralyzed as Reggie emotionlessly slid her open blouse from
her shoulders.  A thin gold necklace with a small crucifix attached hung
just above her cleavage.  Her white lace panties - a bikini cut - with
matching bra and black high heels remained.
   Megan trembled with fear still trying to solve the puzzle, her thoughts
turning to desperation.  Maybe she could masturbate Reggie, as disgusting
as that would be.
   "I'll jerk you off," she recklessly blurted, no sooner the words leaving
her lips, regretting them.
   Reggie chuckled at the offer, reaching behind her and unclasping her
bra. "That will be nice, but you need to be pleasured first to get you more
in the mood for it."
   She reached up preventing her bra falling from her perky, medium sized
breasts.  "No, wait, maybe I can pay you more money," she pleaded as if
kidnapped.
   "Let go of your bra," Reggie growled impatiently, grabbing her wrist and
dragging it away from her chest and down to her side.  Megan's breasts,
perfectly shaped globes, billowed from her petite figure unaffected by
gravity.  Her nipples hid - camouflaged in pink - in the centers of
flawlessly round areolae somewhat larger than quarters.  His fingers
latched to her areolae and drew her nipples out from them.  Her nipples
grew harder as he began twirling the erect, pink flesh.
   His hands left her breasts and slid down the sides of her hips and into
the waistband of her panties.
   Megan knew what came next.  Her mind raced to solve the puzzle.  There
had to be some way to keep him away from her vagina.  "Please don't make me
do this," Megan pleaded.  "I'm in the mood.  Let me jerk you off now," she
offered.  She reached for her panties, tried to stop Reggie from pulling
them down.  "No," Megan cried in a long, continuous whine, as if holding a
musical note.  Reggie roughly pried her fingers from the delicate fabric
and yanked it to her ankles.
   She was a natural red head, her hair a color like shiny rust.  Reggie
knelt before her neatly trimmed burning bush like Moses receiving the Ten
Commandments.  Her hand quickly covered Reggie's site of worship.  He rose,
leaving her panties around her ankles.  She looked like a scared child -
head down, hunched over - with one arm covering her breasts, and one hand
over her vagina.  Her defiant self-confidence from earlier had vanished. 
Reggie nudged her backwards until her ass bumped against the edge of
Leroy's desk again.
   "You need to get a little more comfortable," Reggie said, his hands
grasping the sides of Megan's petite waist.  Before she knew what he was
doing, he lifted her up - she instinctively grabbing his shoulders for
support - and sat her on the desk.  Megan jerked her hands from Reggie's
shoulders the instant he set her down as if his skin jolted her with
electricity, and resumed covering her privates.  "Lay back," Reggie's voice
thundered as he shoved Megan down.
   It felt surreal to Megan, like an outer body experience she watched from
afar, as Reggie navigated her panties, still wrapped around her ankles,
from one of her stilettos, and then left the briefs dangling off her other
ankle.
   "You're a very beautiful girl, Megan," Reggie said as he tried opening
her legs.
   Megan tried to think of something, anything, to stop Reggie from going
further, finally offering the unthinkable: "Please, Reggie, I'll suck your
cock.  Don't do this to me."
   "That will be nice, Megan.  After I get you nice and aroused I'll let
you do that," he replied coldly.
   "I'm aroused now...  really.  Let me do it and I'll show you," she
begged.
   "Open your legs now, Megan, or you're going to prison for a very long
time!" he roared.
   She stared at the ceiling, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes
down the sides of her face and into her hair, and allowed him to push them
slowly open.  He spread Megan's legs wide.  But she still modestly covered
her vagina with her hand.  He grabbed hold of her wrist and wrestled it
over to the side.
   "Please, don't fuck me," she cried, words coming from her mouth in
staccato.
   "I won't fuck you, Megan.  Now relax!" Reggie popped his finger in his
mouth, getting it nice and wet, then slowly inserted it in Megan's small
pussy.
   Reggie's assurance provided little comfort to Megan as she felt his
finger slowly probing her.  He had lied about everything else, turning it
into something much worse.  A sensation very close to her clitoris alarmed
her.  "No," she complained, not wanting to be aroused by him.  Reggie had
slobbered on his thumb and gently rubbed the sides of her clitoral shaft
with it.  Her nails dug into Reggie's wrist trying to stop him until he
nearly broke her fingers in response.  The sensation continued.
   She was getting wet, providing enough lubrication for him to caress her
clit without his spit.  Her cries simmered.
   "Okay, Reggie, I'm ready now.  Let me suck your cock," Megan blubbered,
attempting to divert his attention from her vagina.  She despised being
touched by him.
   But Reggie didn't stop - he moved in for the kill.  Megan felt the
sensation of his fingers spreading her labia further apart.  An inviting
heat from her pussy reached Reggie's face as his mouth drew close.  Her
clitoris was getting hard and his tongue landed on it.  "Oh. . .  God," she
exclaimed while deeply exhaling.  "Stop it." Her tiny, white hands tried
unsuccessfully pushing his black, nappy head away.
   Reggie's strong hand held her firm tummy as he performed oral sex on
her, keeping her labia open with fingers from his other hand.  Her clitoris
fully hardened and its shaft maximized its diameter.  Her breathing
accelerated and her nipples poked out from her breasts.  Megan fought to
control her response.  Her hands pushed against Reggie's head.  "No," she
continued to say.
   Tyrone watched Reggie going down on Megan through the peephole Leroy had
installed in the door.  Megan's hips turned every which way trying to
escape his tongue, her soft moans muffled, but audible, "Ooh..., please...,
mm-hmm..., don't..., uh-huh..., no..., ah." Short, contradictory words and
phrases lacking definite meaning replaced her pleas for Reggie to stop. 
After nearly two weeks of complete abstinence, with the temptation of Megan
daily, the scene tantalized the young stud.  But it was obvious Megan was
almost ready for him.  He removed his clothes waiting for Reggie's signal.
His erect cock, too large to remain vertical on its own, leaned from his
body like a rigid piece of black iron pipe.
   "Are you ready yet Megan," Reggie asked between licks to her clitoris.
"Ooh, no, please, just don't fuck me.  I'll play with your cock if you want
me to," Megan beseeched while panting.  Megan's body displayed signs that
it had reached sexual plateau.  She had been seduced as much as possible.
Now was the best time to make the move, when she would be most vulnerable
and receptive to intercourse.
   Megan's eyes briefly opened as she felt Reggie stop holding her belly
and move his hand off of her.  But his tongue still danced with her clit
and her eyes closed again.  Reggie raised his hand up and waived it for
Tyrone.
   Tyrone quietly opened the door and got into position beside Reggie where
he could quickly move into place.  Reggie enjoyed spoiling Megan's pussy,
but the time had come to share the fun.  As Reggie moved away from Megan,
Tyrone looked down at her bush.  It reminded him of a freshly mowed lawn,
neatly trimmed and edged, garden meticulously weeded, its hairs a shiny
rust, the same color as the flowing hair on her head.
   Megan felt Reggie grab her hips and scoot her bottom closer to the edge
of the desk.  He was masturbating her again while rolling both of her
nipples gently between his fingers.  She opened her eyes, dilated pupils
from arousal concealing much of their green color, and saw him smiling down
at her as he fondled her tits.  And then she realized someone else was
playing with her pussy.  Her eyes widened and she managed to prop herself
on her elbows before Reggie stopped her from sitting all the way up. 
Tyrone stood naked between Megan's open legs masturbating her; his cock
only inches from her entrance put Megan in severe distress.  His
uncircumcised penis looked strange, and absurdly large, like some
exaggerated organ on an anime character.  Megan had never seen an
uncircumcised penis before or a black one.  Tyrone stopped masturbating her
and stretched her labia open while she stared in disbelief of his size: a
long, fat rod with a tan sac holding testicles each the size of a golf ball
and filled with sperm.  White pre-cum drooled from its tip as Tyrone pulled
his foreskin back and aimed toward her opening.
   "Oh my God, you said you wouldn't fuck me," Megan cried to Reggie in a
panic as he held her.
   "I'm not going to fuck you," Reggie answered in her ear.  "He is."
   "He's too big.  Please don't fuck me Tyrone.  I'll suck both your cocks
right now!"
   She felt the head of his cock pushing at her entrance.
   "No, please, I'm going to get married; I'm not on birth control; I could
get pregnant!" she screamed.
   "I promise you won't get pregnant," Tyrone assured her, delivering lines
he had carefully rehearsed.  "I've had a vasectomy over a year ago and I
only shoot blanks now.  I already have three kids and I'm not making
anymore." He slipped the head of his unprotected penis inside her - Megan's
first black cock and first uncircumcised one too.
   "Oh, God - please no.  Take it out," Megan begged.
   Tyrone slowly inserted more of his black serpent into Megan, the
pressure causing her discomfort.  She felt herself stretching to
accommodate him.  She only had a couple boyfriends and never had a penis
this large before.
   After a month without pussy and almost two weeks not jerking off,
Megan's cunt felt like bliss to Tyrone: wet, silky and snug like a tight
sleeve hugging his cock, milking it for cum.  With a pussy this tight her
fiancé's prick had to be tiny.  Her legs floundered around Tyrone's waist,
black stilettos remaining on her dainty feet and the white panties still
dangling from her left ankle.  Megan kept seeing the horrifying image of
white pre-cum drooling from Tyrone's monstrous cock when he had inserted it
in her.  She visualized his milky white slime now inside her.  She watched
his cock, slick with her vaginal secretions, slowly withdraw almost all the
way out, reverse direction, and slowly return into her a little further
each time.  She observed more of his cock disappear and his nappy, black
bush getting closer to her own.
   From behind Reggie supported Megan's back with one hand and used his
other to push her elbows from under her.  "Lay back and relax, Megan," he
coldly instructed.  Tyrone maintained a slow, steady rhythm while making
tight circles around her clitoris with his thumb.  "That's it," Reggie said
as her green eyes nervously looked up into his.  "Let Tyrone take care of
things." The pressure and discomfort Megan had initially experienced
gradually diminished.  Fleeting images of Larry went through her brain. 
Her eyes closed.  She remembered how good sex felt without condoms, but she
could not recall any penis feeling like this.  She began to appreciate
Tyrone's huge, uncircumcised cock.  It felt smoother and seemed to glide in
her without uncomfortable friction like her fiancé's circumcised one; and
its greater size gave more sensation.  Tyrone knew he had her when Megan's
legs locked around his ass.  He remembered Reggie's advice as he felt her
cum for the first time, her pussy squeezing his cock, encouraging him to
ejaculate in it, and thought about his grandmother to postpone his own
climax.
   Sex with Larry never lasted this long.  She felt a second wave of
orgasms approaching when something warm, smooth, and hard pushed against
her lips.  "It's time for the blow job you promised me," Reggie said with a
smirk as Tyrone drove into her.  As disgusting as all this was to her, she
opened her mouth and sucked on the head of Reggie's chocolate colored cock,
her petite hand wrapping around its shaft and jerking it.  Reggie observed
that her nipples had returned to erection and he began tweaking them.
   Tyrone's balls were ready to explode.  As he felt Megan cum for her
third time, he groaned loudly, and with explosive force filled her pussy
with his potent, Negro cum.  "Aaah," Megan moaned in panic, trying to tell
him not to cum in her, to take it out, but Reggie's cock still buried in
her mouth.  Reaching down with both hands she pushed at Tyrone's stomach
almost where it becomes the pubis, attempting to get his cock out of her,
to stop the torrent Tyrone was releasing in her.
   When Tyrone finally removed his cock from her, his jism leaked from her
open gash down the crack in her ass.  He pulled back his foreskin and
rubbed the head of his cock on her clitoris with his dwindling erection. 
Reggie turned Megan on her side facing him in better position to suck his
cock.  Her tiny, white hands ran up and down its long, thick, black shaft
frantically trying to get him off and get this nightmare over with.  Her
small engagement ring was a real turn on for Reggie as he watched her
stroke him with it on her finger.
   Reggie grabbed Megan's head and pulled her face into him.  "Swallow it,"
he grunted, as she choked and gaged on several mouthfuls of cum.
   In the time it took Megan to finish with Reggie, Tyrone achieved a
second erection and jerked her to the edge of the desk.  "What are you
doing?  No!" she yelled.  She tried to sit up, but Reggie held her down. 
"Lay down, Megan!  Tyrone isn't finished yet."
   "No, I already had sex with both of you.  I want to go home now." Megan
bucked trying to avoid having his massive horse cock inside her a second
time as Tyrone held her hips and tried to enter her again.
   "Do you want home to be prison for the next five years?" Reggie reminded
her.  Megan struggled but felt Tyrone's smooth, uncircumcised cock slide
back into her anyway.  It wasn't as much pressure or discomfort as the
first time he entered her.
   "Ooh, God, no," Megan exclaimed as a slow, steady rhythm that seduced
her before resumed along with tight circles around her clit Tyrone made
with his thumb.
   "It's only 4:30 and you may be staying overtime tonight," Reggie joked.
   Reggie leaned back in Leroy's chair with an unlit cigar in his mouth
watching the two young lovers go at it for their third time that evening.
He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction over the budding relationship he
arranged.  Even though Megan had squawked, her legs ended up reluctantly
locked around Tyrone's ass.  She had quickly acquired appreciation for his
"extra talent", her hands gliding up Tyrone's back, finally embracing him.
Now the two were heavily breathing and French kissing, moaning into each
other's mouths.  Their sex filled the room with wet, gushy sounds.  Reggie
glanced at his watch: it was already 6:15 p.m.  and Megan was indeed
working overtime tonight.  He had taken the liberty of going through her
purse while the two lovebirds were in the throes of passion and silencing
her phone so they wouldn't be distracted by Larry's calls.  Reggie heard
Megan cry out in a high pitch as she came again.  How many times was this
for her - 10, 11?  He had lost count.  Tyrone certainly knew how to deliver
himself to girls and was lasting extra-long for her.
   Finally Tyrone collapsed on top of Megan after his third orgasm.  She
found herself embracing his hard muscular body against her own.  She
released her grip on him, unlocked her legs, and ended their kiss.  He had
ejaculated in her again.  Even though Tyrone claimed to be sterile, having
his filthy cum inside her disgusted Megan.  She felt his huge cock in her
deflating like a leaking balloon.  She turned her head to the side and saw
Reggie, reclining in Leroy's tattered leather chair, staring at them, the
unlit cigar still in his mouth.  Her arousal turned to revulsion.  She
pushed Tyrone off her and sat up, then slid from the desk.  She picked up
the panties that somehow had finally come off her ankle and slid them on.
Reggie and Tyrone saw a wet spot appear on them before she put her skirt
back on.  An awkward silence filled the room as Megan dressed.  She glanced
Tyrone's way searching for her blouse and saw his well-defined pecks,
ripped abs, and the huge, black, horse cock that had been inside her,
uncircumcised and strange looking to her, flaccidly hanging in front of
him, dripping with their fluids.  She quickly diverted her gaze from the
revolting sight.
   "Would you like your pay?" Reggie finally asked.
   "Yes," Megan coldly answered, her limpid green eyes glaring with hatred.
   Reggie handed Megan another white envelope containing the rest of her
pay minus the cash advance from the previous week, $200.  "We didn't take
any out this week for the repairs.  You can start making those payments
next week," he said magnanimously.
   "There won't be a next week," she sneered grabbing her purse.  "I won't
be back." She stormed from the office and made it out the front door. 
Outside, Demon and Savage charged her way showing their sharp, white teeth,
the metal spikes of their collars reflecting orange from the setting sun.
Megan had no choice but to return inside the building.
   "I'm glad to see you decided to come back," Reggie remarked greeting her
in the waiting area, the cigar in his mouth now lit, smoke rising from its
tip.  Leroy stood with him, wearing his semi-toothless grin that now
sickened her.  Tyrone was still dressing in Leroy's office.  Megan felt a
small bit of relief that she didn't have to confront Tyrone as well Reggie
after what had just occurred between them.
   "Can you call off your hounds so I can leave this place?" she
impatiently asked.
   The tip of Reggie's cigar glowed red as he inhaled.  "You better think
long and hard about not coming back on Monday," he spoke.  "Not only will
you end up in prison, but there's still the little matter of the money you
owe Leroy here for the repairs to your car.  He'll put a mechanic's lien on
your Civic if you don't make a payment Friday.  Your car will be impounded.
And then there's the little matter of the damage you did to my rear bumper
that you're liable for if Leroy decides to turn you in.  I believe you told
us your insurance had been cancelled?" The gold and white smile returned to
Reggie's face, "The estimate for that was $3,600.  Larry will be getting
quite the deal marrying you: huge debt and a prison wife.  Think about it
this weekend.  Hopefully, Leroy will see you Monday morning."
   ****CHAPTER 9******
   On her way home, Megan glanced at her phone noticing two missed calls
from Larry.  Someone had turned it on silent.  Her mind raced, this time
trying to construct a story to tell her fiancé.  The truth was out of the
question.  How could she ever tell anyone what had occurred with Tyrone and
Reggie?  About how stupid she had been?  But why was she late and why
hadn't she answered or returned his calls sooner?  The late part was easy:
she could say she was detained in traffic.  Then it dawned on Megan: She
was detained in traffic and realized she forgot her phone at work and had
had to return there to get it.  That's what she would tell Larry.  She
called Larry back with her explanation, and told him she was on the way
home.
   While Megan drove home, the three black men involved with her assault
remained at Leroy's Garage and met in Leroy's office.  Leroy plopped in his
old, leather chair.  A rather large, milky puddle of semen mixed with
Megan's vaginal fluid remained in front of him on his desk.  He ran his
fingers through it and then rubbed the slippery liquid between them.  With
his semi-toothless grin he looked at Tyrone and said, "Very impressive. 
You owe us $150, stud." Leroy then turned to Reggie, "That was a great
show, but what's our encore?  Do you think she will really be back?"
   Reggie took the half smoked cigar out from the corner of his mouth and
let the long ash at its tip fall to the floor.  With the cigar between his
fingers, he sat in the wooden chair across from Leroy and began stroking
his chin pondering their situation and the possible scenarios that might
play out.  "There's a fifty-fifty chance she will be back on Monday.  If
she doesn't come back, we need to call her bluff and go take her car."
   "Wait a minute," Leroy interjected, "legally a mechanic's lien is only
good while we have possession of the vehicle.  We're not like a bank and
don't have title to the property to repossess it like that."
   "Yea, but she doesn't know that.  Besides, she was involved in a felony
hit and run accident.  Do you really think she will want to get the police
involved?" Reggie's gold and white smile appeared.  "Is she going to want
her fiancé to know about how she fucked a black man to fix her car?"
   The three men chuckled, and Reggie addressed Tyrone, "How was she?"
   "She was incredible, man.  The best fuck I've ever had.  Her pussy felt
so good around my cock.  I could feel it tightly contracting when she came
for me.  She is so beautiful.  She really got into it for a little while."
   "You got to keep nailing her then.  You can't let up.  Bang her every
day.  I think this white chick is used to getting her way with things. 
When she comes back she won't be very `cooperative'.  You're going to need
help until she gets use to a sexual relationship with you."
   "That's great; I'd love to fuck her 24 hours a day, but there's one
problem: I can't afford $50 a pop."
   "Well what can you afford?" Leroy snapped agitatedly.
   Tyrone thought for a moment and then answered, "Fifty-dollars for the
day, and when we're not busy I get to fuck her as much as I want."
   Leroy's bottom lip stuck out as he thought about it for a minute.  "I'll
tell you what, you get your work done quicker, stop taking so many breaks,
and I'll go with that.  Otherwise the deal is off." Leroy then asked
Reggie, "How long you think it'll take to get her `use' to sex with the
kid?"
   Reggie thought back on similar girls he had recruited for prostitution
many years ago.  This was a different situation.  They had abducted the
girls back then and used drugs on them.  It was a fun transition to watch.
"Don't know," Reggie answered.  "Every girl is different.  They have
different personalities and weaknesses.  Some are stronger than others."
   "Well make yourself available then because I'm too old for this kind of
shit?  I'll watch," Leroy snapped.
   *******CHAPTER 10*********
   Megan arrived home and fell into Larry's arms like she did countless
times before.  He gave her the usual great, big kiss they always greeted
each other with, but it felt uncomfortable to her this time.  Reggie's cock
and Tyrone's tongue had recently been in her mouth and now she shared them
with Larry.
   "Are you ready for our big night out?" Larry asked excitedly.
   Megan nodded with a forced smile.
   "Well let's go or we'll miss our reservation."
   "Honey, I just got home.  Let me take a shower and change first." Megan
felt dirty after three hours of sex with Tyrone - the longest she had ever
spent with a man.  She could still feel his slimy, foul cum inside her, on
her panties and in her pubic hair starting to dry.  She didn't want any
part of Tyrone near her.  She wanted to wash him away from her body and out
of her mind.
   "Come on, sweat heart, you've been looking forward to this for two
weeks. You can take a shower and change when we get back.  The shower will
still be here."
   Megan was at a loss for words.  What could she tell Larry?  That she had
been with two black guys the past three hours, fucked one and sucked the
other's cock, and now needed to wash up?  She forced another smile.  "Okay,
but I've got to use the bathroom first."
   Megan went to the bathroom, took some toilette paper, and tried to wipe
as much of Tyrone's cum away as possible.  Much of it had already dried,
leaving a crusty residue.  She flushed the toilette paper evidence and
pulled her panties back up, still a little wet and stained with drying cum.
They were an expensive pair of bikini briefs that matched her bra.  She
would have to wait until later to take them off and wash them when Larry
wasn't around.
   Larry watched Megan pick at the food on her plate, lacking her usual
appetite.  Rigano's was her favorite restaurant - she always loved their
vegetarian baked ziti in wine marinara sauce, but tonight she barely ate
any of it.  They sat across from one another at a little round table with a
white table cloth, a candle flickering in the center between them, her
green eyes luminous like a cat's even in candlelight.  Megan rarely drank,
but tonight she gulped down her second glass of pinot noir in an hour.  She
couldn't wash Tyrone's cum out of her, but she could try to drown her
memory of him in alcohol.
   "Is everything okay?" Larry asked.  "You've hardly touched a thing on
your plate.  What's wrong?"
   "I'm fine.  I'm just not real hungry tonight."
   The alcohol made things a little better.  Megan had given thought to
what Reggie said and began to come to terms with her situation.  At least
Tyrone had a vasectomy and she didn't need to worry about getting pregnant
by him.  She would have Leroy paid back a couple of months after her
wedding.  Then she could put the whole ordeal behind her, forget about
Tyrone, and get on with her life.
   "How was work today?"
   Megan looked at Larry as if suddenly woken from a trance.  Her green
eyes then darted around the room and landed on a nearby server - a tall,
lanky, middle-aged man who was Caucasian and walked lightly like a woman.
Megan guessed he was probably gay.  Why couldn't she have had her accident
with him?  "Waiter, one more pinot noir - please," she asked holding up her
glass.
   Work was the last thing she wanted to discuss, but Larry waited for her
response.
   "Well?"
   "Fine, work was fine today.  We weren't busy.  It was boring," she
quickly answered with a hint of agitation.
   After her third glass of pinot noir, Megan felt much better.
   *****CHAPTER 11*****
   Megan could not believe she actually had to keep coming back to this
horrible place.  She didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice.
When Larry was at work, Leroy and Reggie had come to their house with
Leroy's tow truck to take her Civic.  Reggie threatened to turn her in to
the police and say she had sex with Tyrone in exchange for fixing her car
and keeping quiet about it.
   She had only answered the phone three times today and it became obvious
why Leroy had hired her.  The dusty clock behind the counter read three
o'clock and she knew what that meant.
   Reggie arrived at his usual time and met Tyrone out in the garage.  "You
ready to give your girlfriend more loving today?" he asked, his gold and
white smile appearing.  Tyrone finished all his work and was ready to go at
with Megan the rest of the day.
   Reggie and Tyrone came inside.  Reggie walked up to Megan.  "Let's go to
Leroy's office - now!" he said in a mean voice.
   Megan gave him a dirty look.  "I don't want to do that again."
   "Come on," Reggie impatiently said, tightly grabbing Megan's arm and
jerking her to Leroy's office.  "You always end up enjoying this so why the
big production?" He shoved her in the room and shut the door behind them.
Tyrone was naked already waiting for her, his uncircumcised horse cock
fully erect.  "Now get your goddamn clothes off and start fucking him or
I'll rip them off you," Reggie threatened, taking a seat in Leroy's chair.
   With her head down, Megan unbuttoned her blouse and removed her skirt, a
broken woman for Tyrone.  She hesitated before unclasping her bra and
letting it fall from her shoulders.  She stood topless wearing only her
small, gold crucifix and panties.  Tyrone came up to her and started
rubbing her pussy through her panties.
   "Please, Tyrone, I don't want to do this again.  I'm getting married in
a week." She felt his warm cock press against her stomach as he began
hugging her.
   "It's okay, baby.  Absolutely nothing can happen.  I've had that all
taken care of for you, remember?  We're just having fun your fiancé will
never know about," he said guiding her over to Leroy's desk.
   "This isn't fun to me, Tyrone.  Don't make me do it."
   "Bend over for me." His fingers hooked into the waistband of her briefs
and pulled them down her slender legs as she stood bent over Leroy's desk,
her small, gold crucifix resting on the wood's hard surface.  Tyrone rubbed
his hand up and down between her butt cheeks, touching her asshole, and
then probed her pussy with his fingers.  "Don't," she whined.  But she had
become wet for him already.
   Megan felt Tyrone's warm, hard cock resting on the side of her ass while
he fingered her.  She dreaded the idea of the huge, black, horse cock
inside her again, even though it felt incredibly good.  This wasn't right.
It was repulsive.  It made her feel dirty and she avoided sex with her
fiancé as much as possible because of it.
   Tyrone slid his black serpent between Megan's ass cheeks and into her
pussy.  She felt warm, and wet, and silky and tight, and like paradise.  He
always delivered himself to her slowly, waiting until she was ready before
giving her his entire length.
   "No, ooh, ooh, ooh, take it out," Megan moaned in sync with his thrusts.
His bareback cock was fully inside her again, sliding against her intimate
and sensitive folds, nothing between their special places as they shared
the feeling of each other - something she missed with Larry who still
needed to wear condoms.  But Larry and she decided together to wait until
after their wedding to have children.  It was a horrible situation, Tyrone
taking her like this, and worse, with more intimacy than she shared with
her fiancé.  But he had had a vasectomy, or so Megan believed, and Larry
didn't.  Not that Tyrone's vasectomy made any of this alright, because it
wasn't.  Megan closed her eyes as Tyrone banged into her.  Once inside her,
something about Tyrone's cock changed her outlook, like some addictive
drug. Was it his large size?  Was it his foreskin which made for smoother,
gentler sex and provided extra moisture?  Was it his perfect technique? 
Was it because she started to find his big black muscles actually
attractive?  Or was it the combination of all these things?  While his cock
was inside her, she was his.
   Reggie could see the forced pairings with Tyrone were having their
impact on Megan, making her more complacent and accepting of Tyrone as a
partner.  Getting Megan to fuck him was like priming a water pump - once
started, she would continue.  Now that the two lovebirds were joined, he
could leave them to their own devices for the afternoon.  Tomorrow he would
return for the same thing, the pump slightly easier to prime.  Before
leaving them, he quietly went into Megan's purse and again switched her
phone to silent.
   Her arms pulled him to her as they French kissed.  "Ooh, ooh, Tyrone,
please, don't," Megan cried now in mercenary position on Leroy's oak desk,
her legs locked around his ass again.  She was cumming and she could tell
from the expression on Tyrone's face he was about to orgasm too.  "Don't
cum in my pussy, please," she said between heavy breaths.  "Take it out."
Even though he had a vasectomy, Megan felt sickened with his jism in her.
But Tyrone ignored Megan's request, resumed French kissing her, and for the
third time that afternoon, filled her with another batch of his secret baby
making sauce.
   "You came in me again, Tyrone," Megan complained as she caught her
breath.
   "I'm sorry, baby, you just feel too good and I can't help myself,"
Tyrone answered.  "He saw the disgusted, worried look on Megan's face and
added.  "Don't worry, I can't make you pregnant."
   Megan fished the phone from her purse as Tyrone lay on top of her. 
"Shit, I'm late again," she said observing the time and another missed call
from Larry.
   ******CHAPTER 12********
   Megan returned to work Mrs.  Larry Donovin, a wedding band now
accompanying her engagement ring.  She came back reluctantly.  Things had
become way too hot and heavy with Tyrone before she left on her honeymoon.
He had been fucking her three times a day; and to Megan's chagrin, frequent
sex with him was beginning to grow on her.
   Her first day back and Reggie arrived at 11:00 am, four hours earlier
than usual.  "Let's go to Leroy's office now," he said emotionlessly. 
Megan followed him without protest, her head hanging low.  She wanted to
tell Reggie no; that she was married now and things had changed.  But she
knew Reggie would have her sent to prison if she refused.  Megan still owed
Leroy $2400, which would take 12 more weeks to pay off.  She had them
marked on a calendar in red ink - twelve more weeks in Hell.  "You know our
routine," Reggie said closing the door.  Megan slowly removed her clothes,
got up on Leroy's desk, and allowed Tyrone to spread her legs.  Once the
two started fucking, Reggie quietly left them in the office, knowing the
affect Tyrone's cock had in Megan.  There simply wouldn't be any more
resistance from her, the pump now primed and working.
   Reggie and Leroy sat in the waiting area shooting the shit, Reggie
lighting his cigar, while the two young lovers went at it in Leroy's
office. Since it was a slow day anyway, and poor Tyrone had gone without
sex the entire week Megan had left for her honeymoon, Leroy thought it
would be a nice gesture to give the kid some extra time with Megan today.
Demon and Savage chained outside started barking.  "Sounds like somebody's
out there," Leroy remarked.  Reggie puffed on his cigar when a young, white
man walked in the front door.
   "May I help you," Leroy asked.
   "Hi, I'm Larry, Megan's husband.  I just stopped by to see her for
lunch."
   Reggie drew deeply on his cigar to avoid cracking up.  Leroy didn't find
it as amusing.  "Oh, she is in the back helping out with some inventory. 
Reggie, would you go get Megan?" Leroy asked with his semi-toothless grin.
   "Sure thing," Reggie said jumping up and heading down the hall, his
cigar hanging out the corner of his mouth.
   Reggie quietly entered Leroy's office greeted by the heavy breathing,
wet gushy sounds, and passionate groans of two people becoming one.  Tyrone
was humping away at Megan.  The two deeply kissing looked like they were
tangled in a black and white knot, arms and legs around each other.  He
could tell from her high pitched moans Megan was cumming on Tyrone's cock
again.  He wondered how many times during their hour long fuck session she
had cum already.  "You missed that big, black cock on your honeymoon didn't
you?" Reggie asked.
   Megan opened her luminous green eyes and stared dreamily at Reggie. 
"Ooh," she sighed closing them again and arching her back as Tyrone used
another titillating move on her.
   Reggie sat down and waited for Tyrone to blow his load in her.
   The pace of Tyrone's thrusts into Megan accelerated, the culmination of
ten long days without sex about to erupt from his oversized, sperm filled
testicles like a volcano inside her.
   "Oh, I'm cumming, Tyrone," Megan cried.
   Tyrone released a loud groan Reggie was certain could be heard from
where Larry waited.  His hips slowed, and then stopped moving.  Megan's
hands lightly stroked up and down his big, muscular back as she caught her
breath.  "You said you wouldn't cum in me this time," Megan complained,
reality setting in, and the drug-like effects of his cock wearing off in
her along with his erection.
   "You guys may want to hurry things up because your husband is outside
waiting to see you for lunch," Reggie announced.
   Megan's eyes opened wide.  She pushed Tyrone off her; and with his cum
still leaking from her pussy threw on her clothes.
   "Leroy told him you were helping with inventory," Reggie added as Megan
opened the door.
   ********CHAPTER 13***************
   Larry looked at his wife and wondered what great artist combined the
limpid, green of her eyes, the shiny, rust color of her hair, and smooth
textures of her white, unblemished skin to make this masterpiece.  It
didn't seem possible that such beauty could randomly happen.  He didn't
know how he got so lucky with a girl like her.  "Were you surprised I came
to visit you for lunch?" Larry asked.
   Megan fidgeted in the seat for a moment straightening her skirt and
didn't respond to Larry's question at first, her mind seemingly preoccupied
with something else.  They sat in the corner booth of a small, family
restaurant near Leroy's Garage, the only white couple in the establishment.
   She felt Tyrone's cum leaking from her pussy and making her panties
slimy and wet.  He left an unusually large amount in her this time,
especially for only his first orgasm.
   "Honey, did I surprise you?" Larry repeated.
   "I'm sorry, yes, you did.  I wasn't expecting you.  What's the
occasion?" Megan responded.
   "Nothing, I don't have to be back to work until tomorrow so I thought I
would come see you for lunch," Larry replied, unaware that his wife's pussy
just received millions sperm swimming in it from another man - a black man
endowed with a giant cock.
   Megan was looking around the restaurant for a restroom as Larry spoke.
"That's very sweet of you, honey.  I'm glad you did." A server finally came
to their table with menus and water.  "Where's your restroom?" Megan asked.
   "Down that hall on your left, dear," the overweight black woman who
looked to be in her mid-thirties directed her.
   "Excuse me, Larry, I have to go.  I'll be right back," Megan said.
   She seemed distracted today Larry thought as Megan slid from their
booth, her mind probably still on something with the inventory she was
doing at work.  He looked over the menu and sipped his water while Megan
entered a stall in the ladies' room and pulled down her panties.  They were
saturated with Tyrone's semen again.  Another pair of briefs would need to
be discarded out of Larry's sight.  But she wasn't about to go commando the
rest of the day with a skirt on.  She cleaned up the best she could.  It
still felt slimy and wet when she slid the undergarment back on, and cold
now too even though she had tried wiping all of Tyrone's ejaculate off. 
She washed up and returned to Larry.
   When they finished eating, Larry drove Megan back to work.  They passed
through the gate, the chain-link fence topped with coils of barbed wire
surrounding the property.  "They have this place protected like a
fortress," Larry remarked.  Or like a prison, a sex prison, Megan thought.
To Megan's chagrin, Reggie's car was still there.  Larry parked next to it
to drop her off.  She looked at him a moment then leaned over and gave him
a great big hug, tighter than usual.  "I love you so much," she said eyes
squinting, holding back tears.  He was so good to her and had no idea what
she did with Tyrone.  What she would have to do with Tyrone again once he
left her.  Megan wished she could run away with Larry, away from Leroy, and
Reggie, and Tyrone and this awful place.
   "Did you have a nice lunch with your husband?" Reggie asked when she
came back in.  He still sat in the waiting area with Leroy, the cigar in
his mouth now down to a stub.  Leroy gave her his loathsome, semi-toothless
grin.  Megan said nothing, shooting Reggie a despising look instead.  "Go
to Leroy's office." Reggie continued.  "Your boyfriend is back there
waiting for you."
   She stood defiantly in place, staring at Reggie, wanting to tell both
Reggie and Leroy to go fuck themselves.  "Get in there goddamn it!  You
better be fucking him by the time I finish this cigar or I'll beat the crap
out of you.  Now move it," Reggie snapped.  She turned and slowly headed
toward Leroy's office.  It was only 1:30 in the afternoon according to the
dusty, Roman numeral clock hanging on the wall, four hours left.  But
Tyrone would go at least the entire time with her and maybe more.
   ******CHAPTER 13********
   Megan had worked with them nearly four months.  Four months forced into
having sex with Tyrone practically daily, her debt almost paid.
   Tyrone was lying on the top of Leroy's desk on his back.  Megan
undressed, climbed on top of him, and slowly took his entire length inside
her.  It was better this way because sometimes she could tell when he was
going to cum and dismount before he ejaculated.  She ran her hands over
Tyrone's hard stomach, up to his burly pecks.  Tyrone noticed how her
previously flat belly began sticking out ever so slightly.  She laid flat
on top of him, her breasts a little heavier and swollen.  Changes her
husband had not yet even observed Tyrone saw first stealing so much of her
intimacy from him.  Up and down her pussy moved, as if trying to swallow a
big, black sausage whole, then regurgitating it un-chewed, coated with
silky spit.  He grabbed her firm ass with one hand and with his other,
began to pull her face to his.  "Let me know when you're going to cum,"
Megan briefly delayed, and then fell into the French kiss he was leading
her toward.
   Was this five or six?  Megan lost count how many times she came as they
kissed and moved into each other.  Tyrone lasted longer than any guy she
had ever been with, including Larry, not that she had been with many.  She
could feel his muscles getting tense.  "I'm going to cum," Tyrone finally
announced.  She tried to dismount.  But his strong, muscular hands grabbed
into her ass cheeks and pulled her further to him.  He shot into her
repeated volleys of what she didn't know was potent, Negro cum.  Megan,
even though she believed Tyrone sterile, didn't want another man's semen in
her pussy.  She was married and it was bad enough having his cock in it. 
"What am I going to do with you?  You keep doing that." Megan sleepily
complained as she lay on top of him recovering from their mind blowing sex,
her small, gold crucifix hanging from her neck resting on his black,
muscular chest.  Megan didn't know it yet; but she was pregnant.
   Megan's belly gave Tyrone a clue new life was forming in it.  She came
to work two days later on Friday and went to Leroy's office while Tyrone
worked on a car in the garage.  This was one of the few times she saw
Leroy's desk being used for actual work rather than something for her to
fuck on.  "I'm pregnant, Leroy," Megan announced.  Leroy looked up from the
Oui magazine he was reading and gave her his semi-toothless grin.  "That's
wonderful news," he replied.  "Sit down.  I don't want our mother-to-be
standing too long."
   Megan took a seat in the antique oak chair across from his desk and
continued.  "I know I still owe you $400, but Larry wants me to stay home
now.  He's getting a promotion at work and I don't know what to tell him."
   Leroy stuck his bottom lip out thinking a few moments, his dark beady
eyes darting around the room.  "Tell him, `okay.' Stay home and get ready
for your baby."
   "Really?" Megan asked, the room-illuminating smile returning to her face
for the first time since she started working there.  "Thank you, Leroy."
She stood up to finally leave this prison forever.  The light from Megan's
face then diminished some as she continued, "Tell Tyrone goodbye for me."
   *******EPILOGUE*******
   It was a cool March afternoon when Megan returned to Leroy's Garage to
apply for a job, her figure back to the way it was before getting pregnant.
"Excuse me," Megan said as she opened her bra and the big, black, baby boy
she was holding stopped crying to nurse from her tit.  "He just wants to
feed constantly.  Is Tyrone still here?"
   "Tyrone quit and moved away right after you left," Leroy answered. 
Never said where he was going.  I paid him cash every week like I did with
you, so I don't know where he went or how to find him." Leroy noticed Megan
wasn't wearing her wedding band or engagement ring anymore.  "But let me
introduce you to my new mechanic, Darel," he said with his semi-toothless
grin as a young, muscular black man came in from the garage.
   The End 
  
Defiled Fiancee