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Story title : Price of Too Much Debt 

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Price of Too Much Debt 
by jaacajjk (jaacajjk@aol.com)

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Married white housewife gets into debt, way over her 
head and ends up working for black loan shark. (M+/F, 
blkmail, intr, wife) 

***

This is my first attempt at writing and the first three 
chapters are now complete. There will be additions 
added later. 

AUTHOR NOTE: This story is fiction, and should be 
treated as such. The following story is for the 
entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions 
of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading 
sex stories upset you, do not read any further. This is 
my first attempt at writing a story of this type so 
bear with me. I hope you like it.

***

Chapter One: Debt Leads to Trouble

Janet slowly walked back across the street from her 
mailbox. In her hand she knew were more of the dreaded 
notices of late payments. This was the third day this 
week she had received at least two or more notices. It 
was March and the after Christmas bills had come and 
gone without her being able to pay even the minimum 
due. Now two months later the notices were getting more 
insistent

Lowering her head, she wondered what she could do. She 
couldn't let her husband, Rich, know what a mess they 
were in. It had been three years since their last big 
blow up over overextended credit limits. At that time 
Rich blamed it all on her as it was her duty to keep 
the family bills. 

Heaven knows, she thought it was both of them who went 
overboard and if he earned more this wouldn't be such a 
problem. But no, she shouldn't think that way, as she 
knew he worked hard trying to provide well for their 
family of four. But with Karen in her senior year at 
State and Jenny just a freshman in high school the 
bills mounted fast. 

Janet had long ago started hiding the bills from Rich 
so he didn't have any idea how deeply in debt they 
were, and frankly, she didn't think he wanted to know, 
leaving those worries to her.

One thing she knew, she couldn't go through a blow up 
like last time. They still had a strain between them. 
Before that everything had been perfect in their first 
18 years of marriage, but ever since it seemed they 
were never close. Yes they made love like just this 
morning, but it wasn't the same. Maybe he was 
satisfied, as he always got what he wanted but she 
never felt fulfilled anymore and never reached climax 
like she used to.

Sighing, and trying to come up with a plan on how to 
put off all these bill collectors, she knew the only 
way was to once again go to the Acme Financial office 
over at the Riverside Plaza. Kindly Mr. Winthrop had 
always been helpful in the past, but she knew this time 
she needed more credit then ever before. One of the 
notices had been from Acme with a note about 
repossessing her car that she had used as collateral on 
her last loan. Well, there was no choice she would have 
to go and see what could be done.

As she got dressed she admired herself in the mirror. 
Not bad for a 36 year old mother of two. She knew her 
slim figure and pretty features had originally 
attracted Rich to her. They were married when she was 
only 17, two months out of high school and he was 22, a 
college graduate. She had continued to keep herself 
trim and fit, working out even now with the girls both 
grown to be beautiful young ladies of 15 and 18 
themselves.

Picking out one of her short skirts and tight fitting 
top, she smiled to herself. Even though Mr. Winthrop 
was in his sixties, he still admired her figure 
whenever she went to ask for an extension or increase 
in her loan. She knew it didn't hurt to use her charms, 
a pretty smile or sad expression did wonders with most 
men.

As she drove the ten miles over to Riverview Plaza, 
many thoughts went through Janet's mind. Though 
temporary, she knew this was her one hope of solving 
the problem with the bills. She had started using Acme 
Financial two years early, first because they were two 
towns over from the high income area where she and Rich 
lived, and two because of the nice Mr. Winthrop, who 
managed the place and always had been sympathetic of 
her needs.

As she entered the Acme Financial office, she noticed a 
number of changes since her last visit. The furniture 
had changed considerably and looked much more modern 
and fancy. Also, Mrs. Quinn, Mr. Winthrop's elderly 
secretary was nowhere to be seen and in her place was a 
beautiful young blonde who looked like she was out of a 
fashion magazine.

Stepping up to the front desk, Janet inquired if she 
could see Mr. Winthrop. 

"I'm sorry," the blonde replied," he doesn't work here 
anymore, Mr. Jackson, Jerome Jackson is the manager 
now."

Oh, very well, could I see Mr. Jackson?" Janet replied.

"Yes, he should be available in a few minutes; could I 
have your name?"

"I'm Mrs. Janet Ross, I have an account with your 
firm."

"Please have a seat and I will check with Mr. Jackson, 
I believe he will be very glad to see you, Mrs. Ross." 
The secretary replied with a funny smile on her face.

It seemed like hours passed as Janet waited, but 
actually it was only 20 minutes later when the 
secretary called her name and ushered her into Mr. 
Jackson's office.

"Hello Mrs. Ross, or can I call you Janet?" A very 
large, black gentleman in a dark three piece suit said 
to her as he met her at the door to his office and took 
her hand, leading her into an office that was certainly 
different then when Mr. Winthrop was there. Gone was 
the old shabby furniture, replaced instead, by new 
elegant top quality office furniture. On the back wall 
there was even a large over stuffed couch that looked 
like it belonged in an expensive home.

"Why yes, please call me Janet"' she responded. Clearly 
she had been taken off guard by his open welcome. As he 
let go of her hand, which he had used to guide her to 
one of the overstuffed chairs in front of his desk, she 
felt a chill run down her back.

"Well Janet, Mrs. Janet Ross, you have saved me a trip 
by coming to see me. You are rather late with the 
payment of your account. In fact if I am not mistaken 
you are probably two full months in arrears right now."

"Yes, I know, that is why I am here," Janet replied, "I 
am afraid I got a little over extended. In the past Mr. 
Winthrop was very understanding and he always figured a 
way to work it out so that I could make payments. Could 
we, just this one more time redo my account and 
consolidate what I owe you with some other accounts so 
that I just have one payment to make?"

"I'm sorry, Janet, but that was Mr. Winthrop, I bought 
him out in November and I am a businessman. If I were 
to do that I would most likely loose even more then you 
already owe me. In fact, I need to ask you for your car 
keys. You did drive here, didn't you?"

Janet suddenly felt a sinking feeling as this was the 
collateral she had hoped to use to redo her loan; maybe 
she had made a mistake in coming here. Now she might 
have to turn over her car and then Rich would 
immediately find out what bad financial condition they 
were in. What should she do?

"Please Mr. Jackson, I really need my car. I know you 
want to be paid, and I want to pay you but isn't there 
something that can be worked out. Your company has 
always been so helpful in the past."

"What kind of a fool do you think I am Mrs. Ross? I 
want the money you owe us or we will repossess your car 
and if you don't come up with the rest you will end up 
in jail for defrauding us!" Mr. Jackson bellowed at 
her. 
  
Janet suddenly began to cry uncontrollably, "No, please 
you have to understand, that will kill me, my husband 
will leave me, isn't there something we can work out, 
isn't there something I can do to get you to extend my 
credit just one more time?"

Mr. Jackson was silent, staring at her for what seemed 
like minutes, but in reality it was probably only 
seconds, then he responded. "Well let me see Janet, 
just what are you willing to do?"

Suddenly a cold chill went down Janet's spine. What did 
he mean? What are you willing to do? She didn't like 
the sound or the look in his eyes as he peered across 
his large desk at her. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, I don't 
know what you mean by that" she replied.

"What I mean, Janet, is I am a business man with 
several operations not just this loan company. I am 
always in need of some good looking women who can do 
some escorting/entertaining for some of my out of town 
clients during the day."

"I find that suburban housewives fill this need very 
nicely. You are a very beautiful woman and I could use 
your services in return for extending your credit and 
even maybe give you a better interest rate as well as 
providing you with some extra income to help pay down 
this debt. Since this involves daytime assignments 
mainly over the midday, you won't even have to let your 
husband know what you are doing."

Janet's world suddenly seemed to implode upon her, what 
was he saying, he wanted her to escort/ entertain 
strange men. Just what did this entertaining mean, but 
she knew without asking. What he was suggesting was 
that she would be meeting and providing sexual favors 
to these clients of his.

"Absolutely not, what do you think I am? I could 
never!" Janet spoke out.

"I wouldn't be so hasty in my answer if I were you. It 
is either do as I require or give me your car keys and 
you better find the rest of the money you owe me or I 
will be coming to take over your house! Do you really 
want your husband and your family to know that the 
financial mess you have gotten yourself into?"

With tears streaming from her eyes, Janet sat 
motionless. What was she to do, she couldn't do as he 
was suggesting. But she couldn't just let her world 
fall apart. She knew from the last time she had told 
Rich about them being in big debt that he would leave 
her. 

The pit in her stomach grew with every passing second. 
Her head down, she tried not to look at Mr. Jackson. 
She realized she really had no choice. She would have 
to do what he wanted. She knew she had made her problem 
and now she would have to pay the piper. Slowly she 
shook her head up and down, "Yes," she half whispered, 
I will do what you want."

"Good, I am glad to see you recognize the right 
answer," he replied. Smiling to himself he felt a 
swelling of his manhood as he anticipated seeing this 
beauty upscale housewife naked and putting out. These 
suburban housewives were all the same. They claimed to 
be such righteous holier then thou, loving wives but if 
they were faced with losing all their treasures they 
would prostitute themselves just like all the sluts 
from the inner city who walked the streets to make a 
living to support their children.

"Let's see what I am going to be providing my clients, 
stand up and remove your clothes" He then said rising 
from his chair and stepping around his desk to stand a 
few feet from her.

"Here, you want me to undress here in your office?" 
Janet said in a shaken voice.

"Don't argue with me or I won't be so accommodating. 
Now stand up and get those clothes off!" he commanded.

Looking down at her feet she slowly rose to a standing 
position on legs that wanted to give way. Knowing there 
was no hope she started to undo the buttons of her 
blouse. A chill went through her body as she pulled the 
tails of the blouse out of her skirt and slipped it off 
her shoulders. 

For the first time in her life she was standing in 
front of a man other then her husband in her bra. Her 
face felt flushed as she next undid the button to her 
skirt and let it fall at her feet. Now she stood there 
with only her lacy white bra and panties covering her 
most precious parts, knowing that shortly these would 
also be gone. 

Strangely she felt another quiver run through her body, 
but this one started from deep in her groin, oh God was 
she actually getting turned on by this horrible event? 
As much as she wanted to suppress it, she realized she 
was actually getting wet between the legs. No, she 
couldn't let this happen.

"Come on, quite taking so long," Mr. Jackson suddenly 
bellowed, "Get that bra and panties off!"

Janet was still looking down or she would have seen 
that Mr. Jackson had begun to stroke himself through 
his pants. A large growing bulge gave the first 
indication of the effect her near nakedness was having 
on him and his increasing anticipation of seeing her 
completely at his mercy. If she had she would have been 
surprised at the size of his potent cock.

Janet realized the moment of truth was at hand; she 
reached behind her back and undid the clasp, which 
freed her breasts from what little protection her lacy 
bra had provided. Dropping it to the floor at her feet 
she looked up into Mr. Jackson's smiling face. 
Strangely, whether the cool air of the office or 
something else, she realized that her nipples had 
turned hard and pointed. While she didn't have 
exceptionally large breasts, at only a 36C, she knew 
they were nicely shaped. Why was she feeling this way, 
instead of being completely repulsed? 

Before he got angry again, she hooked her thumbs into 
her panties at her hips and slowly lowered them, 
stepping out of first one then the other foot. She 
realized that she was now quite wet from her own 
secretions as the panties momentarily clung to her 
pussy lips. What was happening to her, as yet more 
shivers of excitement raced through her body. Was she 
really starting to like unveiling herself to this 
terrible man?

"Very nice, now turn around slowly, so I can see all of 
you." Mr. Jackson commented. 

Dropping her arms to her sides she slowly turned on her 
right foot and showed him her cute ass. Then she 
continued to turn so that she faced him again. She was 
sure that her pussy had to be showing the wetness she 
felt. 

"Yes, you will do very nicely, I am sure my clients 
will enjoy your company," he added.

Standing there naked in front of this imposing black 
man was doing things to her she could not and did not 
want to understand. Why were her nipples all hard and 
aroused and why was she so wet in her pussy? She had 
not been this way with Rich for several years if ever. 
What was he going to do to her? She kept waiting for 
him to reach out and grab her or force her to submit to 
his advances, but no he just stood there looking at 
her.

What she did not realize was that he was really dying 
to do just that and touch her exquisite, white body and 
make her submit to him. But, he had other plans. He 
knew he would have her soon enough. He didn't want to 
jeopardize his real objective. He wanted to have her 
fully submit to his orders and become the complete 
whore that he intended to turn her into. 

"You can put your clothes back on now," he said 
surprising her.

She felt relief but at the same time there was a 
disappointment, he was not going to do anything to her. 
She realized she had been anticipating a sexual release 
but none would be coming. Hesitantly she retrieved her 
panties and bra and slowly put them back on. Then with 
him watching the whole time she put her blouse and 
skirt on.

"You can keep your car for now as you will need it 
tomorrow. I want you at the downtown Hilton, at the 
main dining room at 12:00 sharp. You will join Mr. Ron 
Baker for lunch and then go to his room with him. He 
will want more then to just look at you as I did today. 
You will submit to whatever he demands and you had best 
make it enjoyable for him. If I get any reports of you 
not obeying or of you not being enthusiastic and I will 
start foreclosure of all your possessions and your 
husband and everyone will know what problems you have 
gotten yourself into. Do you understand?"

Once again, looking down at the floor she quietly 
responded, "yes."

On the drive home, Janet could not get the itch between 
her legs to go away. Why she didn't know but undressing 
and standing naked in front of the horrible Mr. 
Jackson, had ignited a need deep within her. She 
couldn't stop wondering was it true what they said that 
black men were endowed with massive cocks. 

The only one she had seen to this point in her life had 
been that of her loving husband, Rich. But now she 
wondered what would it be like to have someone, a black 
man like Mr. Jackson take her and use her in any way he 
desired. Why had he not done anything but look at her? 
He said she was beautiful and that his, his clients, 
would enjoy her. 

She also wondered what she would do when she went to 
meet this Mr. Ron Baker tomorrow at the downtown 
Hilton. Could she really do what she knew she must do, 
give herself to a man other then her husband? What 
would he be like, how would she act. How could she 
continue to live her normal life with her loving family 
if now she was to do this? But wasn't she doing this 
for her family to keep all the things they had 
together?

It was with this thought that she pulled into her 
driveway and parked the car in the garage. Then knowing 
she still had a couple of hours before the girls would 
be home from school she hurried into her bedroom and 
stripped off her blouse skirt, bra and panties. She had 
to get that need between her legs satisfied. 

Spotting her hairbrush on her bed stand she lay down on 
the bed and began to rub it in her wet pussy folds. 
Only after rubbing the handle of the hairbrush in her 
sloppy wet slit and sticking it in to the edge of the 
bristles was she able to bring herself to a mind 
shattering orgasm. What had she become?

Recovering from the afterglow she took a quick shower 
and put on fresh clothes before the girls and Rich got 
home. For whatever reason, she decided to make Rich's 
favorite meal for dinner that night.

The dinner with the family she had hoped would be 
special really didn't turn out like she hoped. Rich ate 
his food and then said he was tired and went off to bed 
without even as much as telling her how much he enjoyed 
it. The girls both ate quickly and left the table to go 
to the high school basketball game. 

Thus Janet was left with a kitchen full of dirty dishes 
and an hours worth of cleanup. As she cleaned up the 
mess, she thought to herself, why had she tried to 
please Rich with a special dinner? She knew that it was 
the guilt of knowing she had let another man see her 
nude this afternoon and the fact that tomorrow she 
would be giving, no selling her body to a stranger to 
make payment on the huge debt she had built up.

Finishing the cleanup she went into the family room and 
turned on the television, she could not bring herself 
to go to bed with Rich until she was sure he would be 
asleep. Unfortunately the only thing on the TV was a 
special about the growing prostitution, especially 
streetwalkers in the city and actions the city 
government was taking to try and clean up the city. 

She could not help but think, "SHE WAS ABOUT TO JOIN 
THE RANKS OF THE WOMEN THE SPECIAL WAS TALKING ABOUT?" 
What would it be like, she asked herself? Could she 
really do it, give her body to a stranger? But she knew 
she had no choice; she was not doing this of her own 
free will, was she?


Chapter Two: Her First Appointment


She awoke with a start, as the sunlight shone through 
the family room window into her face, the TV was still 
on and she immediately remembered the last thoughts she 
had had before she drifted off to sleep. Getting up and 
sneaking into the bedroom without waking Rich, she 
grabbed her robe and slipped into the bathroom to get a 
shower before he awoke. She could not help running her 
hands over her body as she took the refreshing shower, 
a chill running through her, thinking ahead to what lay 
ahead of her this fateful day.

After waking Rich, she went to the kitchen and got 
breakfast for him and the girls. She was anxious to get 
them off to work and school afraid she would show the 
terror and what was it, excitement of the upcoming 
events. She made little conversation with the three of 
them as they ate their breakfast and hurried on their 
ways, Rich to work, Jen to catch the bus for high 
school and Karen off to the University.

Now she was left alone in the empty house with only her 
thoughts of the Appointment she had at 12:00 that 
afternoon. What should she wear she wondered?

What did you wear to meet a strange man who was going 
to being paying for your body? What would he look like 
and what would he expect her to do? The special on TV 
that she had watched the night before had hinted at 
unspeakable acts that the streetwalkers often performed 
for their johns, would she have to do similar things? 
Needing something to fortify her she went to the bar 
and got out the vodka and made a quick drink. She never 
had a drink in the morning but today was different she 
knew she need it to give her strength.

Before she knew it, it was time to get dressed for her 
date? Was that what she should call it? Looking through 
her closet she settled on a simple black dress that she 
felt would not make her look too conspicuous in the 
downtown Hilton at noontime. There would indubitably be 
businessmen and women there for the noon meal.

Not knowing why, she picked out a matching set of black 
bra and thong panties that Rich loved to see her in. 
Instead of panty hose she decided to put on thigh high 
black fish net stockings. Adding her makeup she looked 
in the mirror and while pleased with what she saw, she 
wondered why am I making my self look so good? Is this 
what a prostitute does to please her clients?

All too soon it was time to leave and she got into her 
car, yes her car but only her car if she did the 
unthinkable that she was about to do. Why had she 
gotten her self into so much debt and why wasn't Rich 
more understanding? If he were she wouldn't have to go 
to meet this stranger.

Arriving downtown at the Hilton, she drove into the 
parking garage. It was all she could do to move her 
legs to get out of the car, where she was safe and make 
her way to the elevator to the first floor restaurant 
where was to meet Mr. Ron Baker. What would he look 
like? Was he black like Mr. Jackson? Oh, god, she 
thought she just couldn't bare the thought, yet deep 
down in side she wondered what it would be like to go 
to bed with a black man. 

As if in a trance, she walked slowly to the entrance to 
the restaurant. There she asked the hostess if Mr. Ron 
Baker was there. 

"Yes," she said, "and you must be Janet. Mr. Baker is 
waiting for you at his table. Please follow me." 

This was it, she was really here and she knew now she 
could not back out. The hostess led her to the back of 
the dining room and there at the table in the corner 
was Mr. Baker. She realized immediately, that at least 
she did not have to face her worst fears as Mr. Baker, 
while deeply tanned, was not a black man.

Mr. Baker stood and extended his hand to her in 
greeting. A chill ran down her spine as she felt him 
squeeze her small hand. 

"So nice to meet you Janet, Please have a seat. I hope 
you don't mind but I took the liberty of ordering 
today's special for both of us," he said as he pulled 
out the chair to his left for her. "I must say you are 
everything Mr. Jackson said you would be. What would 
you like to drink?" he inquired. 

While she would usually not even think of having a 
drink in the middle of the day, today she quickly asked 
for a martini. She knew she would need the strong 
drinks effects to help her through the coming ordeal. 

Without any hesitation Mr. Baker informed the waiter of 
her drink order. "I thought we would enjoy a nice meal 
and then adjourn to my room where we can get to know 
each other much better." Please tell me about yourself 
and your family. I understand you have two teenage 
daughters," he commented. 

Another chill ran through her. How did he know all 
about her? But what was she to do, he owned her or more 
precisely, Mr. Jackson owned her and Mr. Baker had 
bought her from Mr. Jackson for his use. What she 
didn't know was that Mr. Baker was actually a trusted 
employee of Mr. Jackson. 

Today was just a test to see if she would really give 
in to Mr. Jackson's demands and in fact was a trap. Mr. 
Jackson was in fact already now up in Mr. Baker's room 
getting everything ready to record today's events for 
further control of Janet. 

After today with everything on tape, there would be no 
way that she could refuse his additional demands. After 
today she would truly be one of his assets to help him 
with his other businesses. 

The meal was a blur to Janet and she just went through 
the motions of eating, not really hungry as her stomach 
was full of butterflies. As Mr. Jackson continued to 
talk she realized he was quite well educated and not 
unpleasant to talk with. Then as he continued to devour 
his meal she felt his left hand under the table on her 
leg. With the tablecloth hiding his actions from 
everyone else in the restaurant, he easily slid his 
hand under her skirt and slid it above her nylons and 
was gently caressing her soft inner thigh. 

Fear swept over her but she knew she could do nothing 
to stop him, even though here she was in a public place 
being felt up by a total stranger. Then she thought to 
herself, does it really matter? In a very short time 
wouldn't she be up in his room letting him do anything 
he wanted with her? His finger had deftly wormed its 
way to the vee between her legs and was now rubbing her 
most intimate spot.

She felt a warm blush pass over her as she realized she 
had become wet from his efforts. She fought the feeling 
but unsuccessfully as she realized he was going to 
cause her to have an orgasm. Just as the waiter 
returned to the table to collect their dishes; a strong 
wave swept through her. She clamped her legs together 
trapping his hand as he brought her to a pleasant 
climax. 

Oh, god she thought how could I have let that happen? 
Did the waiter realize what was going on? Did he 
realize that Mr. Baker had his hand between her legs? 
That she was letting him have his way with her? 

"Could I get either of you some desert today?" the 
waiter asked. 

Mr. Baker answered in the negative for both of them. 
"We have to be going as we have a busy afternoon," he 
responded. "Could you I have the check?" 

After paying for the meal and leaving a generous tip, 
Mr. Baker stood up and extended his hand to her. "Shall 
we go he said to her?" 

Having some difficulty responding because of the 
dryness in her throat, she softly answered "Yes".

Taking her hand Mr. Baker steered her out of the 
restaurant and guided her in the direction of the 
elevators to the hotel rooms. 

This was it she realized, in a few minutes she would be 
alone with this stranger in his hotel room and she 
would be letting him undress her and do what ever he 
wanted. Could she really let this happen? How had she 
gotten herself into this mess? But she knew there was 
nothing she could do. Her marriage would be over if 
Rich knew how she had gotten them so deeply in debt. 
She must now pay the penalty for getting herself into 
this mess. 

As they entered the elevator she felt Mr. Baker's hand 
slide behind her and begin to caress her bottom. He 
turned her towards himself and using his other hand 
touched her beneath her chin raising it up to meet his 
kiss. Without thinking she allowed him to push his 
tongue into her mouse, giving her as kiss like only her 
husband had previously been permitted to do. 

Even when the elevator stopped at the next floor and an 
elderly couple entered he did not stop his intimate 
caressing of her bottom even dropping his other hand to 
quickly grope her breasts. Janet saw the look of 
disbelief and condemnation by the elderly woman, saying 
with her expression how can you be so disgraceful? 

When the elevator stopped at the tenth floor Mr. Baker 
guided her down the hall and stopped at room 1014. As 
he opened the door and ushered her inside she knew that 
the thing that a day earlier she would have considered 
unthinkable was about to happen. 

At the sound of the key being placed in the lock, Mr. 
Jackson had quietly hurried into his hiding spot in the 
big walk-in closet in the bedroom of the hotel suite. 
He used this suite quite often for the entertainment of 
his out of town clients. 

It had a living room with bar, a very large bathroom 
with a Jacuzzi and a big walk in closet. The louvered 
doors were ideal for setting up camera equipment and 
for personally watching the action in the bedroom. The 
recording of the activities that his married girls 
submitted too provided excellent material to keep them 
in line for his future needs. 

Today was a special day for Mr. Jackson as this would 
be his first chance to watch and record Mrs. Janet 
Ross. But not only did he plan to watch but as soon as 
his trusted employee, Ron Baker, had finished with her; 
he would also have his way with the lovely Mrs. Ross. 
Janet would be one of his special girls. He could tell 
instinctively which married white wives would succumb 
to his black power. 

As most of his clients were also well-endowed black 
businessmen, Janet would soon be entertaining lots of 
big black cocks. He had known immediately when he 
pressured her about her huge over due debt and she 
broke into tears asking if there wasn't some way to 
work things out that he had a new money-maker for his 
businesses. Once she was totally under his control she 
would seal the deal on many a new business venture. 

All his black business associates would do anything to 
get an afternoon in the sack with a lovely white 
married slut like her. He knew she was one he would 
require to go off all birth control when she serviced 
his clients as that was always an extra bonus if they 
new they were fucking a fertile married white wife with 
no protection. 

Hidden in the closet Mr. Jackson could both hear and 
see everything that took place in the apartment. He had 
positioned several video cameras in the living room, 
bathroom and here in the bedroom. He had hidden them in 
the decorations and plants that decorated the rooms and 
with Ron taking all of her attention, he knew she would 
never suspect she was being filmed. 

What a surprise she would get PI when he came out of 
the closet and became the second man to have his way 
with her in the same afternoon. He was positive that 
his would be the first black cock to enter her. In fact 
he would be surprised if this uppity suburban housewife 
had ever had any other cock then that of her husband. 

As soon as the door closed behind Janet and Mr. Baker, 
Ron turned her towards him and again gave her another 
open mouth kiss. Again she did not resist. She was now 
at the point of being resigned to anything that 
happened to her. What bothered her more then anything 
was the way she had reacted when he had placed his hand 
under her skirt and had brought her to an orgasm with 
his finger. 

Now she could feel her self again getting wet. Did she 
really want this to happen? She kept telling herself 
she had no choice but was she really enjoying it? Ron's 
lewd hands roamed all over her body. She could not help 
being aroused. His one hand was now caressing the soft 
contours of her flat belly, causing her to wriggle her 
buttocks in to the other hand that was rubbing her 
little ass cheek. 

The warmth from the martini she had recently consumed 
was also spreading rapidly through her veins and 
contributing to her unwanted excitement. His hand 
slipped now from her buttocks and reached under the hem 
of her short skirt and inexorably slipped under the 
cloth and upward past her thigh high nylon s upward 
along her naked thigh. His palm once again found the 
tender inner side of her thigh and established an 
intimate stroking contact that sent delicious little 
tingles upward to the center of her vainly resisting 
womb.

Janet was now aware that her panties were wet from the 
unwanted secretion that was seeping from her warmly 
aroused vaginal in automatic response. Hot and cold 
tingling was shooting upward to the center of her 
vainly resisting womb.

She shivered, grinding her hips frantically against his 
hand in a vain effort to soothe the maddening feeling 
of her now throbbing cuntal slit. 

Her pitiful supply of courage was rapidly deserting 
her. Quickly taking its place was the new need to find 
relief.

"Let's get you undressed girl, I want to see all of 
you," Mr. only Baker (Ron) said to her. It did not take 
long to remove her clothing as she was now very willing 
to help. She soon stood stark naked in the middle of 
the hotel room, slight gooseflesh dappling her creamy 
skin as she shivered in the cool air-conditioned 
atmosphere wile perspiration still continued to dampen 
her flushed beautiful face.

"Beautiful," Ron exclaimed.

And truly she was perfection with her voluptuously 
proportioned breasts slender waist and long legs. 
Moisture now covered the mysterious little triangular 
mound of her sex. Ron Baker stepped back and continued 
to admire her while quickly shedding his own clothes. 
As he stepped out of his underwear, Janet suddenly 
caught sight of his enormous erection.

"My God," she exclaimed, "that can't be real, I never 
knew they could be so big, Rich is only half that big 
even when he is fully erect."

She shivered again, unable to tear her eyes away from 
the ridged, blue-veined shaft that was standing spear-
like straight out from his loins.

His cock throbbed as he surveyed her, and he placed one 
hand on her hip, just where it began to curve, and 
moved closer, his stiff cock now pressing against her 
thigh while his hands slipped to her tense, flat 
stomach and began to massage it. His face loomed above 
her, so close she could feel his warm breath. Janet 
could not deny that he was producing an unwelcome 
fascination deep within her, his hands were strangely 
comforting in their warmth, while the feel of his penis 
as it poked close to her dilating vagina instigated a 
thrill of erotic sensation. Then, he moved his hands to 
the swelling mounds of her breasts, thumb tips pressing 
the nipples in.

She stared down at the unfamiliar hands manipulating 
her breasts, she was consumed by a wave of passion that 
ripped away any doubt that she had about going through 
with this. 

"God, you are a luscious thing!" Ron Baker said, as his 
mouth closed over one of her erect nipples. Janet 
thought her body had taken fire as he began to suck. 
She squirmed and wriggled in the cool air-conditioned 
hotel room. His hand snaked down and parted the hair-
fringed lips of her heated cunt, gently slipping a 
finger into its wetness. Janet groaned aloud in her 
struggle against his burning lips at her breast and the 
tantalizing finger in her tingling cunt. "Oh, God," she 
breathed helplessly as he kept up his assault on her 
exposed body. Never in her life had she felt anything 
like this. "Ooooh... yes... please!"

"Come, I want to fuck you on the bed," he ordered.

As always the obscene word caused an inward reaction in 
Janet, Rich never used such words, but this time it 
excited her more then repelled her and she hissed back 
at him, "Yes!" and he eased her backward and down. She 
saw him kneeling over her, his face a mask of carnal 
lust, and her eyes slid downward to his rigid penis 
jutting angrily from his abdomen. 

She gaped at it in utter misery, filled with shame as 
she once again realized what she was about to do and 
hated her own naked body that lay willingly stretched 
out under him. But she could not do anything about the 
desire that gripped her. The purplish head of his 
monstrous cock looked like a giant fist... big enough 
to split her apart... God; she could not possibly take 
all of that in her.

"Oh God," she cried as he dropped down on her and the 
hardness of his rod surged against her belly like a 
cudgel. She quaked beneath him, gasping as he guided 
his rock-hard shaft to the wet entrance of her vagina, 
using the smooth bulbous head to separate her fringed 
cunt lips. The electrifying instant of contact with his 
male organ sent shudders of pleasure racing through her 
spread-eagled body. He continued to push against her 
tight hole, causing intense pain as he stretcher her 
sensitive skin as it had never been before.

He pressed forward again and the ponderous cock-head 
burst its way into the warmly palpitating opening. 
"Please... no more... you're hurting me!" she begged. 
"Please no."

Ron continued the impalement, his lust engorged shaft 
slowly moving inch by inch up into her unwilling 
vagina. As he continued to push against her tight hole, 
the pressure caused her to wince from the pain as he 
stretched her. Slowly, inch-by-inch he filled her more 
completely then she had ever been before. She could 
feel the ripples of his penis as they stretched her 
vaginal walls. He slowed for a moment to give her a 
chance to adjust to his size and then with a snap of 
his hips he plunged deeper into her pushing up towards 
her belly.

Oh Goddddddd!" Janet groaned but her desire overcame 
her and as her inflamed pussy gradually adjusted itself 
to the shear bulk of his penis her whimpers of pain 
changed slowly to moan of pleasure. Ron began a rocking 
motion with his hips that sent his hard rod crushing 
into her vagina until the head pounded cruelly against 
her cervix. He quickened his pace and built up to a 
rhythm. Ron Baker thought to himself, this is the best 
cunt I have ever experienced.

Janet soon began to mover her hips in harmony with the 
rhythm he had established. She began to sweat profusely 
and her moans now were unmistakably the sounds of 
passion. She forgot everything but this very moment. No 
longer were there doubts regrets or thoughts of her 
loving husband. All she cared about now was the release 
that this thick cock of a stranger was about to bring 
her. The cock now buried to its complete depth in her 
burning body.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she breathed using 
the obscene words that she would never before utter. 
Ron reached up under her grinding buttocks and jerked 
them up even tighter to his thrusting loins. The 
passion housewife drove her throbbing wet cunt 
desperately up against his rigid cock. Passionate 
sounds suddenly burst from deep in her throat as her 
taut muscled legs encircled him pulling his loins even 
closer to her.

She had never felt anything like this with her loving 
husband. Janet wanted, no she needed more. She did not 
want it to end. But suddenly a hot orgasm swept over 
her just as Ron also reached his climax and filled her 
with his baby juice. 

A few minutes later as Ron's now softening penis 
slipped out of her soaking pussy, Janet thought her 
ordeal no how could she call it that when it had 
brought her so much enjoyment, was over. However 
looking up she suddenly saw the leering face of Mr. 
Jackson. He was here in the room with them and 
obviously had witnessed everything.

Struggling to cover her nakedness and attempting to get 
up from the bed and move to gather her clothes Janet 
was quite a sight.

"Don't think you are going anywhere, you have a long 
afternoon ahead of you." Mr. Jackson said as he began 
to get out of his own clothing. "Ron was just the warm 
up for you. I am here to give you the main course."

A short while ago, Janet had only ever seen one man 
naked, her loving husband, Rich. Now for the second 
time in an hour she was watching another man disrobe. 
As he stepped out of his underwear, Janet realized that 
if Ron Baker were large, Mr. Jackson was enormous. No 
longer would she wonder whether it were true that 
blacks were hung like horses. 

She could not take her eyes off of the truly enormous, 
grotesques, yet in a way beautiful penis. She suddenly 
had a great fear come over her. There was no way she 
could possibly accommodate that size, he would split 
her in two.

The bed suddenly sagged as Mr. Jackson crawled up the 
bed, grabbing her by her legs and spreading her so he 
could move closer to the juncture between them. Closing 
her eyes she couldn't watch what was about to happen.

Janet expected to feel him push I s huge cock into but 
the next thing she knew she was gazing at the top of 
his bald black head as he dipped between her legs. She 
felt his lips kiss her lips but not the ones on her 
face but between her legs. His tongue snaked out and 
cleaved the lips that only Rich had kissed before. God 
she thought she would die! 

He reached up with both hands and pinched a nipple on 
each breast between his thumb and forefinger and began 
to roll it around. His tongue bathed her slit from the 
hood of her clit to the opening of her soaking pussy 
then down her to her asshole. He made the trip several 
times. Janet placed the soles of her bare feet on each 
of his shoulders and started coming the instant his 
tongue touched her clit. 

Then, she became afraid as he took her little clit 
between his teeth. She thought he might bite it but he 
was very gentle and somehow sucked it in and with just 
the slightest contact with his teeth. Janet didn't 
realize it but she screamed. Mr. Jackson kept it up for 
several minutes. He looked up at her and smiled his 
face was soaking with her juices.

Then he kissed her tummy and sucked each nipple until 
she was constantly moaning. He reached between their 
bodies and inserted one long black finger in her pussy. 
Janet was embarrassed because her pussy seemed to grab 
and suck his digit in deep. His finger was joined by a 
second one. He really knew a woman's anatomy. He 
reached up towards the top of her vagina and started to 
massage her G spot, which triggered a nonstop climax 
that must have lasted for several minutes. Then 
suddenly he withdrew his fingers. 

Janet realized the moment of truth had arrived, she was 
about to get fucked by her first black cock, and she 
now knew the rumors were true, blacks did have bigger 
cocks, at least Mr. Jackson did.

Janet knew that she was soaking. Then, she felt the 
outside of his hairy thighs as they touched the insides 
of hers. She knew that it was his cock head that was 
now moving up and down her slit, from her clit to her 
asshole. She really wanted it and by her movements and 
sounds he must have known that. 
 
Then Mr. Jackson again tired tormenting her, he placed 
the head at her opening and said, "You put it in Janet, 
you know you want it."

Janet took hold of the base of his shaft with one hand 
and pulled his buttock cheek with the other. It was 
starting. She caught her breath. Perhaps two inches, 
three, five had entered her. Oh god, she was cumming. 
He stopped for a minute and kissed her. Then he 
continued. She was sure that it would be impossible for 
her to take every inch of the black shaft but she was 
wrong. By the time every inch was sheathed by my tissue 
she was perspiring like she had run a marathon. Maybe 
running a marathon would have been less of an 
accomplishment.

Then he started moving. Alternating between hard, soft, 
fast and slow strokes. He was driving her crazy and he 
knew it. Janet now knew she was capable of attaining 
sexual peaks she had never reached. Tears were streaming
down her face, but were they from shame, fear, or 
enjoyment, she didn't know.

Mr. Jackson groaned with pleasure as his cock was being 
enveloped in the slick but tight love nest of the 
sobbing young wife. He enjoyed having a struggling 
woman in his arms. Then he began to pump his enormous 
body up and down into the sobbing beauty. He again 
slammed his black monster forward, burying the entire 
length of into Janet loving the way she was obviously 
enjoying the fucking he was giving her. 

Holding the trim sexy hips tightly to him, he got the 
reaction that he had been waiting for. He knew the 
faithful beauty's body had betrayed her will power, for 
suddenly she began to arch up, enveloping more of his 
thick black cock. He laughed as he heard her groan in 
shame, her body not obeying her will power as she 
clenched her thighs tightly together to get all of his 
cock into her.

Oh, yeah baby, that's it, take my nigger cock take all 
of my cum!" Then his cock exploded, spurting out his 
thick potent jism, deep into her fertile womb. Janet's 
body went out of control, reacting on its own as her 
trim white legs encircled her rapist and squeezed, 
trying to milk all the hot cream out of him.

At the same time Janet experienced an orgasm like none 
she had ever imagined. It was so intense. So forbidden, 
against everything she had been taught and yet it was 
thrilling and satisfying beyond her ability to 
describe. Now that the pleasure had swept over her 
though, the guilt of what she had done and how she had 
betrayed her loving husband and family hit her like a 
lead brick. How could she have given in so easily, and 
enjoyed it so much?

Mr. Jackson had no regrets; all he could think about 
was the future he had planned for the beautiful Mrs. 
Ross. He slowly withdrew his now shrinking black cock, 
pulling it out with a 'pop'. He needed a break to 
regain some energy before socking it to the beautiful 
bitch again. 

He got up and looked down as Janet sobbed in the shame 
and humiliation of being 'ruined' by a black cock and 
for the way she had responded to his possession of her 
body. He enjoyed the sight of the lovely housewife 
curled up in a fetal position, with his thick nigger 
cum oozing from her slit.

Twenty minutes later, Janet again felt Mr. Jackson 
climb onto the bed. Pulling her legs apart he again 
began to play with her still oozing slit. Again the 
unwanted stimulus had the desired affect. She felt him 
begin to suckle on her tits and again she craved more 
of wonderful feelings. Gone for the moment was the 
guilt and only the desire remained. She never thought 
she would hear herself utter the words to any man other 
than her husband, but she did. She begged him to "fuck 
her!" 

Then he was looming over her. They kissed and she again 
felt the head of his cock try to enter her. Janet 
instinctively reached down to guide it in and again 
wondered if she would be able to take it. When the head 
went in past the glands she swore she heard a plopping 
sound. 

Then slowly, so slowly Mr. Jackson began to push more 
and more of the black meat into her pink pussy. She 
reached down to feel that there were still three or 
four inches outside her body. It hurt, but not 
unbearably. She knew her insides were being pushed 
around by the invader. But she also felt herself 
adjusting to accommodate the massive cock. Her little 
tuft of pubic hair mingled with his coarser hair. Her 
pubic bone was separated from his by a thin layer of 
skin, nothing more. Her juices were gushing. Then he 
started to withdraw until just the head was inside her. 
He seemed to actually pause at the top of his stroke 
before ramming forward until our bones touched again. 
She came and came and came. 

They fucked like this for what must have been half an 
hour until he announced the arrival of his climax by 
screaming, "I'm cumming." Janet could actually feel the 
insemination as his semen splashed against her cervix. 
The next two hours were filled with more of the same.


Chapter Three: No Longer any Choice


At three o'clock, Janet slowly turned over and 
stretched as she felt herself begin to recover from the 
exhausting afternoon's activities. She was still lying 
naked in the bed following the last time Mr. Jackson 
had brought her to the heights with his enormous black 
cock. She had completely lost count of the number of 
orgasms she had experienced. How could she have 
responded so to the raw sex that she had just been 
forced to submit to? Forced wasn't the right word, she 
had in fact submitted even if it was under the threat 
by Mr. Jackson of repossessing her car and informing 
her husband of the huge debt she was overdue on. 

Guilt suddenly gripped her as she again realized she 
had cheated on her loving husband Rich, not with one 
strange man but with two in the same afternoon. Trying 
to hide her nakedness from further view by her 
tormentor, she quickly put on her bra. Her panties 
though, were nowhere to be seen. So she moved from the 
bed to the bathroom and attempted to purge as much of 
the creamy white spunk from the numerous deposits that 
had been left in her. Putting on her skirt and blouse 
she exited the bathroom with the intent of immediately 
departing. 

However, she was stopped by Mr. Jackson who was now the 
only one remaining in the room. "Please sit down 
Janet," he said. "We have some business arrangements to 
discuss. I'd like to show you a short video first 
though." 

Then pushing the button on the camcorder, which he had 
connected, to the TV, he started the tape, which had 
recorded Janet's initial actions with Mr. Baker after 
they entered the hotel room. 

Janet was horrified to realize that everything she had 
done had been caught on tape. The tape clearly showed 
her response to Mr. Baker's hands sliding up under her 
skirt and her mouth opening in response to his kissing. 
Oh, god, you could she her actually kissing him back 
like she had previously only done with her husband. As 
Mr. Baker had continued to further stimulate her with 
one hand attacking her ass and the other rummaging in 
her bra, she could see she certainly appeared a willing 
participant, readily agreeing to his command to get her 
undressed. 

At that Mr. Jackson stopped the tape and turned towards 
her. "As you can see Janet, before I had your 
indebtedness to obtain you services, now I believe I 
really own you. That is unless you want copies of this 
tape to go to your husband, your parents and other 
members of your community." 

Sobbing now even more then yesterday when she had 
agreed to his initial demands on her, Janet realized 
she would no longer have any choice but to obey Mr. 
Jackson's demands. 

"Let me cover a few rules by which we will work 
together," he continued. "First, you will willingly 
respond to appointments which I arrange for you. You 
have proved to me today that you are more then capable 
of pleasing all of my business clients, though some may 
required you to try a few new things. You are a very 
lovely lady and being the personification of a white 
suburban housewife, you will be very much in demand, 
especially from many of my black collogues who greatly 
enjoy screwing white wives. I will usually give you a 
day or two warning so that you can arrange to make the 
appointment and keep a good cover so you family does 
not realize your new activities. You may want to look 
for a some good cover stories. 

"The appointments will always end by 3:00 so you can 
get home before rush hour and clean up before the 
family arrives home. Let me make it clear though, you 
have no choice, you will provide my clients with an 
enjoyable entertainment or you will not receive any 
credit towards what you owe me. For appointments where 
the clients a totally satisfied I will credit you 
$500.00. If you do an especially good job, on the 
recommendation of my clients I may occasionally double 
your credit. Also any tips from my, I mean your clients 
is yours to keep. Do you understand what I have just 
said?" 

Still sobbing almost uncontrollably Janet slowly shook 
her head and responded with a soft, "yes."

"Now you better wipe those tears and be on your way or 
your daughters will arrive home before you and you 
probably want to cleanup so that they don't see 
anything out of the ordinary. Oh, one more thing, what 
type of birth control are you on Janet?" 

"I use birth control pills," Janet softly responded. 

"Good," Mr. Jackson replied. "From today forward you 
will no longer take any of those pills and you will not 
use any other form of birth control. All my clients are 
routinely checked to ensure they do not have any STD's 
so you do not have to worry about contracting anything. 
They do enjoy having sex with married white women if 
they know that there is a chance of breeding them with 
a black baby." 

"No, I can't do that," Janet cried. "What if I get 
pregnant, I could never explain that to my husband and 
family." 

"You can and you will do as I say. You had best buy 
some potent douche and bring it with on your dates. 
That way you at least will have some chance of not 
getting pregnant at least for a while," he cold 
heartily said. "Now you west be on you way home. I will 
call when I have an appointment for you." And with that 
said he gathered up his camera equipment, putting the 
tape safely in his inner pocket and departed, leaving 
her standing in the room all alone. 

Composing herself as best she could, Janet quickly 
applied makeup to hide her tears and to at least look 
somewhat presentable before departing the room. Just 
after she had entered the elevator to make her way to 
the parking garage the elevator reopened and the same 
elderly couple entered in the elevator. As the elevator 
began its decent, the old woman looked directly at 
Janet and mouthed the words, which Janet could clearly 
distinguish as "whore". 

Looking beyond the woman Janet could not help be notice 
the lecherous stare by the gentleman. It was obvious he 
had his own thoughts about her. Embarrassed even 
further then before all Janet could do was look down at 
the floor and not return the looks of her companions in 
the elevator. 

When the elevator reached the parking garage level, 
Janet immediately exited and made her way to her car 
for the drive home. As she drove home as quickly as 
possible numerous thoughts raced through her mind. Was 
she really now a whore like the old woman had 
indicated? Hadn't she been forced to do allow the 
events of the afternoon to occur? But, why had she 
responded so, having not one but many orgasms as the 
two strangers had taken complete advantage of her body. 
She was nearing their neighborhood when she realized 
the lack of panties and the copious amounts of cum that 
had been deposited in her had leaked from her still wet 
slit and now had made her skirt and the car seat wet 
with the evidence of her infidelity. 

Arriving home, Janet drove into the garage and went 
directly to their master bedroom, stripping her soiled 
clothing and shoving them into the bottom of the hamper 
she quickly stepped into the shower where she attempted 
to cleanse her body. Reaching between her legs she 
could not help but have an involuntary spasm as she 
thought back on the two enormous cocks that had 
recently stretched her as never before. 

She knew she could not have sex with Rich for sometime 
as how could he help but notice how loose she must now 
be. As she was fixing her hair after her shower, she 
heard the door close and knew that she had just managed 
to beat her daughter's return from school.

Supper that night was uneventful though Janet had a 
hard time looking at Rich as each time she looked him 
directly in the eyes she could not help but remember 
how she had recently violated her marriage vows and had 
given herself to two strange men. 

While she might try to argue that she had not given 
herself willingly, the memories of how she had reacted 
and the pleasures she had experienced as both men had 
had their way, shoving those enormous cocks into the 
place only her husband had ever before been. Also 
hadn't she wantonly pleasured each man with her 
previously virginal mouth, something Rich had tried for 
years to get her to do for him. 

While she was able to make small conversation with her 
family, her mind could not wander far from the 
afternoon's activities. Deep within her she kept 
wondering about when Mr. Jackson would again call her 
and what despicable acts she would be required to 
perform. 

Telling Rich she was not feeling well she went to bed 
early that night while he went to the family room to 
watch some of his favorite shows. Lying alone in bed 
she could not help but run her hands over her breasts 
that still were sore from the rough handling by Mr. 
Jackson. He had taken great pleasure in pinching her 
nipples until the tips were hard. Ten running her hand 
over her smooth belly, she soon rubbed her clit till it 
once again was hard. 

She was almost to the point of bringing herself to 
another climax when she heard Rich coming down the hall 
to their bedroom. Not wanting him to know she was still 
awake she turned away from his side of the bed and 
faked being asleep. It was a long while though before 
she finally drifted off to sleep still thinking about 
the numerous orgasms she had that afternoon. 

The next couple of days went by slowly for Janet. 
Friday she got up made breakfast and tried to act 
normally. After the family had left for work and school 
though her thoughts kept coming back to what would her 
future be. As she sat at the kitchen table finishing 
her breakfast she got her vitamins and the plastic 
container that held her birth control pills. She 
started to pick the one for that day up and bringing it 
almost to her mouth she stopped. 

Mr. Jackson had been very emphatic when he had told her 
yesterday that from then on she was to immediately stop 
taking her birth control pills and that she could not 
use any other form of protection like a diaphragm. What 
should she do she thought to herself? Without further 
hesitation she quickly threw the pill into the sink and 
washed it down the drain. One day surely would not make 
and difference? 

With the weekend arriving, life returned much to normal 
and Janet was able to think about family activities. 
The went to the high school track meet that the girls 
were participating in on Saturday and then all four 
went to dinner at a local restaurant. After returning 
home the girls departed to meet up with some friends 
and go to a movie, leaving Janet and Rich alone at 
home. 

As Janet was putting some things away in the kitchen 
Rich came up behind her and gave her a kiss, his arms 
encircling her. "We probably have some privacy for the 
next two hours," he said, "why don't we have some fun?" 

"No, Rich, please," Janet responded, not wanting to 
have sex with her husband for fear he would still be 
able to tell that she was now different. 

But Rich would not listen to her, as now his hands were 
caressing her breasts through her blouse. The urgent, 
yet much gentler rubbing then when Mr. Jackson had 
roughly mauled her the other day still caused her to 
wince as her nipples were still quite tender. Thinking 
that her reaction was one of arousal, Rich continued, 
slipping his other hand down to the junction between 
her legs. While not wanting to give in, this further 
stimulation started to have the intended affect on her. 

"All right," Janet finally whispered back to Rich, how 
could she deny him. "But let me take a quick shower 
before we do anything," she said slipping out of his 
grasp. 

Going to the bedroom, she turned out the lights so it 
would be dark when they made love and Rich would not be 
able to see any of the lingering marks from the events 
of the other day. Janet then got into the shower to 
ensure she was as clean as possible for her husband. 
She still felt dirty from the illicit sex she had 
experienced just a few days before. Drying herself off 
after her shower she inspected herself to insure there 
were no telltales visible that might make Rich 
suspicious. 

In the bedroom, Rich had already undressed and was 
anxiously awaiting her. But while she was hoping that 
their lovemaking would be different and she would react 
to her husband in the wanton manner she had with the 
two strangers, she quickly realized it would be the 
same old thing. Rich was far too quick to position her 
on her back and to move atop her. 

She wasn't at all ready when he started to fumble with 
his little penis and insert it into her still dry 
vagina. She kept hoping he would hold out but all too 
quickly he came, leaving her high and dry in need of an 
urgent release. Shortly after getting his own 
satisfaction and telling her how much he loved her, 
Rich was sound asleep. 

Maybe, she thought this was why she had reacted so the 
other day when both Mr. Baker and Mr. Jackson had 
brought her to such sexual heights. Knowing she could 
not sleep with the still burning need in her loins, 
Janet cautiously, without waking her sleeping husband, 
crawled out of bed. Going to the kitchen, she looked 
around for something that might help her find release. 

Thinking first of a carrot, she opened the refrigerator 
door, but as she reached for the bag of carrots, she 
spotted the perfect item, an 18 inch long cucumber that 
immediately reminded her of the two enormous cocks she 
had felt this week. Picking it up, she realized it was 
too cold, so she put it into the microwave and warmed 
it for a few seconds until it had to be about equal to 
her body temperature. Then going into the bathroom, she 
poured baby oil on it and using it like a big dildo; 
she inserted it into her hot cunt and started a welcome 
back and forth motion until she brought herself to a 
tingling climax. 

Recovering somewhat, she took the now very slippery 
cucumber back into the kitchen. Disposing of it in the 
garbage disposal she thought to herself, I really 
should feed this to Rich for all the satisfaction he 
gives me. "I need to get one of those vibrators that I 
can use for times like this," she thought to herself. 

The rest of the weekend went by fairly uneventfully. 
The one other disturbing event occurred when the entire 
family went to church on Sunday morning. Sitting in 
their normal pew right up in the front of the 
congregation, Janet listened to the minister talk about 
the sins of adultery and the current problems with 
prostitution in the downtown area of the city. Janet 
felt like he was looking right at her as he proclaimed 
the need for sinners to repent. She knew her face must 
be red for all to recognize her as one of these 
sinners. 

Monday also went by with life seeming to have returned 
to normal. The one thing that she did do differently 
was that each morning on having her coffee when she 
normally took her birth control pill, she took the pill 
and washed it down the drain. Why was she doing this 
she kept asking herself? Wasn't she playing with fire? 
But each day she said missing one day won't hurt, I 
will still be protected; besides I don't intend to do 
anything again.

 
Chapter Four: Second Appointment, First Real Client
 

Then on Tuesday morning after the family had departed 
and as she was cleaning up the kitchen, the telephone 
rang. 

"Hello," she replied without even thinking.

"Good morning Janet. Jackson here. I told you I would 
give you good warning so you can make up a good excuse 
for being gone. I have a client who you will meet at 
the downtown Hilton at 10:30 on Thursday. His name is 
Tyrone Thomas. He will have a table reserved at the 
restaurant and will treat you to a light brunch before 
you adjourn to his hotel room where you will treat him 
to what ever his heart desires. 

"Mr. Thomas is a very important client of mine and I 
expect him to sign a sizeable contract with my company 
before he leaves town. You are to ensure that he signs 
that contract. If you perform well I will see that a 
debit is made to your account. In fact if you perform 
like you did for Ron and me last week, I suspect you 
may earn a sizeable tip. Do you understand what is 
expected of you?" he asked? 

Shivers ran down her spine and she felt weak in the 
knees. It was all she could do to answer him, but 
softly she replied, "Yes, I will be there." 

Then, he asked, "Have you followed my instructions from 
last week?" 

"What do you mean?" Janet replied. 

"Have you stopped taking your birth control pills?" 

Again hesitating with her reply, she finally responded, 
"Yes, I have not taken any since last week. Please, you 
don't really expect me to leave myself unprotected do 
you?" 

"I told you last week that you could buy some strong 
douche, but no, you are not to have any other form of 
birth protection. I told Mr. Thomas that you would be a 
married white wife who was no longer protected and he 
was very pleased. Also have you ever gone Greek?" He 
asked?

"What do you mean Greek?" Janet stammered.

"I mean have you ever had anal intercourse?" he fairly 
shouted at her over the phone."

"Oh, god no, that's so dirty! I haven't even considered 
doing that with Rich." What she didn't say is that on 
several occasions Rich had actually tried to get her to 
let him do it in her bottom.

"Well you better be prepared because I know Mr. Thomas 
takes a fancy to that and once I tell him you are a 
virgin I am sure he will take great pleasure in 
breaking you in" he laughed. 

"Now I suggest that you make up a good story so your 
husband will not get suspicious. Mr. Thomas knows to 
ensure that you are on your way home by 2:30 so you are 
home and recovered before your family gets home. Oh, 
you should be delighted to hear, Mr. Thomas is very 
well endowed, and I understand he can please the ladies 
beyond compare. I expect you will enjoy it despite your 
feelings. Good day."

As she hung up, Janet slipped to the floor and sat 
there just staring across the room. It was true! She 
was now just a prostitute and arrangements had just 
been made for her first paying customer. She could feel 
her entire body shaking, but was it in fear or in 
anticipation of the potential that she would again feel 
the pleasures she had experienced last week. What would 
Mr. Thomas be like? Would he really try to have anal 
sex with her? 

Quickly she wiped that thought from her brain as it was 
just too much to deal with. From his name and the way 
Mr. Jackson talked, he must certainly be black. Could 
she really go through with this meeting? Yes, she knew 
she must for she couldn't let Rich ever see those tapes 
of her last week with Mr. Baker or let him know of the 
mess she had gotten them into. Wasn't this business 
arrangement away for her to solver her financial 
problems?

Recovering finally from the shock, Janet realized she 
had things to do. She needed to visit a drugstore away 
from their home and buy a supply of strong douche. What 
kind did working lady use, she wondered. 

Time seemed to stand still for the next two days. It 
was all she could do to not think constantly of what 
awaited her at the Hilton on Thursday. Wednesday night 
at supper she told Rich that she was going out on 
Thursday with some of her friends for lunch and 
shopping. 

She had actually already been shopping but had hid the 
packages in the guestroom closet so that she could pull 
them out on her return home on Thursday. If the 
afternoon turned out like she expected, she knew she 
would not have the time or energy to do any shopping on 
Thursday. 

Thursday morning finally arrived. After getting the 
family off, Janet took a warm soothing bath. She did 
not know why but she felt like she did when she was a 
high school sophomore getting ready for her first big 
date. She picked out new matching bra and panty set and 
again put on thigh high nylons. Then picking a nice but 
conservative church dress she looked at herself in the 
mirror. "So this is what a working whore looks like, 
she said to herself. 

The drive downtown was uneventful, after last week she 
knew right where she was going. Butterflies were still 
present in her stomach, but was this form fear or in 
anticipation. Parking the car in the garage underneath 
the Hilton she took the elevator to the main floor and 
proceeded to the restaurant. As it was only mid-morning 
there were not many customers present. Upon being 
greeted by the Hostess she told him that she was there 
to meet Mr. Thomas. 

"Please follow me, he is waiting for you at his table," 
replied the Hostess as she led Janet to the same back 
corner of the dining room as she had been seated in 
with Mr. Baker. 

As they approached the table, Janet immediately 
realized that Mr. Tyrone Thomas was a very big man, a 
very big black man. Seeing her arrive, Mr. Thomas rose 
and extended his hand to her. 

"Janet, so nice to meet you," he said, "please have a 
seat," as he indicated the chair to his right rather 
then the normal seat across the table from him. 

Janet quickly realized that this placed her very near 
to him with their backs to any other customers who 
might enter the dining room. However, with the plants 
and other decor in the room they really were very 
private. This had to be intentional she was sure. The 
table was also already filled with a number of dishes 
so it was clear they would not be disturbed.

It was almost immediately after sitting down that Janet 
felt Mr. Thomas' large hand descend upon her left 
thigh. Without any effort it seemed he had raised her 
skirt so that in fact his hand was on her bare thigh 
gently stroking her. A chill ran down her spine whether 
in fear or in anticipation she did not know. What she 
knew for sure was that she was helpless to stop his 
erotic advances. 

"Janet, you are certainly a lovely creature, I am sure 
today is going to be a fantastic experience. Please 
call me Ty," he commented. "Go ahead and help yourself, 
I don't know about you but I am famished. Would you 
like some coffee, do you like it black or with cream?" 
he asked?
 
Janet softly replied, "Black please," as she helped 
herself to some fruit. 

As he poured her he gave her a wink and gently squeezed 
her upper thigh. "I knew you would be a black only," he 
replied. 

The conversation throughout the meal was actually very 
pleasant though Janet could feel his hand constantly 
moving closer to the junction between her legs. She 
could tell that she was already getting wet in what she 
now realized was anticipation not fear. It was not long 
before his finger was inserting itself beyond her 
panties and was rubbing her clit, which responded by 
immediately becoming erect, almost like it was she who 
had a penis. 

Where a week ago with Mr. Baker, Janet had dreaded 
every moment and was not sure if she would go with him 
to his room, now it was clear to her now that she was 
looking forward to the privacy of Mr. Thomas' room. 

However, Ty seemed in no immediate hurry as he 
continued to feast on the more then ample food. His 
hand was now continuing to stimulate Janet to the point 
that she was no longer able to concentrate on eating. 

Just when Janet thought his manipulations were going to 
bring her to a welcome climax he stopped and with drew 
his hand. Janet felt at a loss, why was he stopping? 
She needed the release. 

"I think it is time you felt what I have in store for 
you this afternoon," he said. Taking a hold of her hand 
he maneuvered it under the table and placed it into his 
lap. 

Janet could not help but be surprised by the feel of 
the enormous monster that was in his pants. She could 
not believe it was really his manhood, it had to be 
even larger then Mr. Jackson's and she didn't think 
they could come any larger.

The end... for now!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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