2 comments/ 41682 views/ 5 favorites The Cookie Chronicles Ch. 01 By: PeterBlueEyes43 Chapter 01: Cookie's First Trick Fort Meade, MD Thursday, July 19, 1979 Background: My 18-year old Filipino wife Cookie possessed a dangerous combination of exotic beauty and an insatiable appetite for sex. She had creamy brown skin and silky, long black hair, and she loved wearing sexy, revealing outfits. I was the envy of the guys in my unit at Fort Meade, but they had no idea what a high maintenance lady she really was. She had a fiery temper and she could blow up at the least little thing. Sometimes, she'd simply turn into the ice princess and other times she'd go into a rage and start throwing things or storm out of our apartment. So while having a beautiful, oversexed wife was great most of the time, it also presented significant challenges for me since she was like a magnet for attracting guys and constantly getting hit on where ever we went. Of course, she craved the attention and loved to flirt and tease guys, which caused me great worry every time she was out of my sight. She even joked that she was a nymphomaniac, and to be honest, I was pretty sure it was true because she certainly never seemed to get enough. On this particular night in July, Cookie and I had a huge fight over money, which we had very little of. She had spent our last few dollars for the month on this sexy new dress and spiked heels. She had gotten them for nearly half the normal price, and while I thought it was a great outfit, we didn't even have enough groceries to make it to pay day at the end of the month. Plus, I had run out of gas coming home from work and had no money to even go get the car. When I chastised her for her untimely splurging on the outfit, she blew up at me and told me not to worry because she was going out and get some money by selling her ass. She had made threats like this before, so I didn't think she was serious until she slipped on a pair of her shortest and tightest cutoff jeans and a low-cut halter and then headed out of our apartment. I still didn't think she would really do it, but I decided to follow her at a distance anyway. She noticed right away that I was following her, which seemed to incite her all the more, and she hurried ahead with her heels clicking until she reached the main highway. Then, she quickly hiked her cut-off shorts up in back to show more of her buttocks, before she proceeded out to the local strip strutting her stuff like a hooker. I followed at a distance as she walked for nearly a block down the seedy strip past several bars that were frequented by mostly black clientele. She even paused outside of one of the bars, and I think she was about to go inside when this big Lincoln pulled up next to her and stopped. The driver was a heavy-set, middle-aged, black man, and she waved and smiled at him as she moved over to the lowered passenger side window. Then, to my horror, after a brief exchange with the black man, she climbed inside his car and closed the door. I stood there in stunned disbelief as the Lincoln sped past me. I just couldn't believe she had actually done it. With little else I could do at this point, I headed back to our apartment to wait for her return. I was hurt and worried, but strangely aroused by the prospect of what she was doing. I must have dosed off and the rattle of the key in the door awakened me. I sat up with a rush just as Cookie opened the door. My body tensed, ready for another confrontation, but as our eyes met for just a brief instant, I saw that her anger appeared to be gone. She looked sad and maybe a little tired. As she pushed the door closed, she abruptly turned away from me as if trying to avoid my eyes and said nothing as she slowly slipped her heels off. I sighed as I watched her every move. I had a hundred questions, but the important thing was she was home. The fight was over and now it was time to make up. I wanted to say something...anything, but I decided to see if she would make the first move. I glanced at my watch. It was just after midnight. She had been gone for just over two hours. "Here," she said suddenly as she stepped up and tossed some money on the coffee table. She looked as if she were about to burst into tears. I swallowed hard as I stared at the scattered bills as if they were something evil. Then, I looked up into glistening eyes. "Cookie, you...you didn't do this..." I said, but I knew she had. She glared at me, anger seeping back into her eyes. "I told you I was going to do it, and I did!" We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I sensed that this was a telling moment. There was still at least some hostility left in her, yet I also sensed her sadness, and perhaps regret. "Cookie, we could have found another way to get some money." She shook her head. "I did what I had to do," she said glaring at me. "Now at least we should be able to fill the car up with gas and buy enough groceries to get us to pay day." I was stunned. "But Cookie...," I started but realized from the look on her face that it was futile to argue with her skewed logic. In her mind, she was convinced that she had done what she had to do to get some money and perhaps teach me a lesson, and to argue with her at this point would only lead to another fight. There was a long silence as I looked over at the money on the table. Finally, I picked up the crisp bills. There were two twenties and a ten. "That guy....he...he gave you this money to...to have sex with him?" She glared at me for a long moment. Gradually the gleam of anger in her eyes softened. "How else do you think I could have gotten it?" she said shaking her head as if remembering. "You saw me get into the car with him. You don't think he would give me money just to look at me, do you?" I stared at her in amazement, hoping I'd see some sort of sign that would convince me that she was making all this up just to get back at me, but from the look in her eyes, I knew she had done it. "I really did it Pete," she said lowering her eyes as if she were reading my thoughts. "I'm not proud of myself, but I did what I had to do...what I had to do for us." She looked back at me as a tear rolled down her cheek. I sat the money on the table as I stood up. I knew I should be furious, but my heart was suddenly aching. I immediately went to her and pulled her into my arms. "Cookie, it's my fault. I...I know I pushed you too far, and I...I never would have let you go if I would have thought you were really going to...going to..." She ground her face into my shoulder as she began to sob. I let her cry for a long time before I guided her over to the bed and lay her down. We held each other for a long time. As we lay there holding on to each other, I kept retracing the night's events in my head, wondering if there was something I could have done different. I had been so upset about running out of gas on my way home from work, and then to find out she had spent the last of our cash, and it was still a week and a half until payday. Our situation had seemed so hopeless. Now, as I looked at the money lying on the coffee table, I knew that we would be able to make it to the end of the month. I swallowed hard. The money was dirty, but it was still money. What she did to earn it was undeniably wrong, yet I had to believe she truly thought she had done it for us...so we could survive. I looked down at her. She was still my beautiful, young wife and not the kind of woman who would sell her body for cash. Yet that's exactly what she had done. I sighed as I remembered watching her climb into the car with the black guy. I'll never forget the big grin on his face as he drove past where I had been standing. The fifty dollars sitting on the table almost had come from that black stranger, who paid my wife to have sex with him. I shook my head. He was just some random guy, who happened to be passing by at just the right moment. It could have been anyone, but he was the lucky guy and her paying customer. I swallowed hard, realizing that I now had more to deal with than just her getting paid to have sex with some guy. The guy she had done it with was black, and the very thought of her doing it with a black guy should have revolted me and caused me to demand a divorce. Yet, that wasn't what I was thinking. I stared at her lips, wondering if he had kissed her. Suddenly, I realized she was staring up at me. "You want to know if I kissed him, don't you?" she asked with a half smile on her face. I shrugged. "I was just curious." It was uncanny how she seemed to be able to read my thoughts. She sighed. "You sure you want to know? It might be better if we're just happy we have the money and forget all about how I got it." "I don't want there to be any secrets between us," I said looking into her eyes. "So I...I want you to tell me what happen...what you did with him." She reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Okay, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but you've got to promise you won't get angry. This is over and done with, and I can't change what happened." "I won't get angry. I...I promise," I assured her. "But I had sex with a black guy, Pete," she said looking into my eyes. "And maybe it will hurt you too much to hear the details." I shrugged. "We're in this together. Like you said, you did this for us, so I should know everything you did." "Okay," she said as she sat up. It was then that I noticed the crotch of her shorts was soaked. She looked down. "Oh," she said giving me an apologetic nod. "I guess I'm kind of a mess." "That's...that's from him? His...his cum?" She nodded sadly. I sighed. "He...he didn't use a rubber?" She shook her head. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. "You promised not to get mad," she reminded me. "I know honey, but dammit, you had sex with some black guy you've never even seen before, and he didn't use a rubber!" She glared at me. "He didn't have one with him. What was I suppose to do? I don't carry rubbers around in my pocket," she said with a spark of anger in her eyes. "You could have insisted he get one," I said realizing I was very close to igniting her again. She glared at me for a long second. "I already told you I did what I had to do. Besides, I tried to convince him to stop by the 7-11 and buy a pack of rubbers, but he wouldn't. He said he didn't like using them," she said and then paused. "Don't worry. I won't get pregnant." "How can you be sure?" I said unconvinced. "I just know it's not that time," she said with confidence. I sighed as I stared at the front her shorts for a long moment. That was a black man's sperm dripping from my wife's pussy, soaking the entire crotch of her shorts, almost as if she had peed herself. If there had ever been a doubt in my mind if she really had sex with someone for money, now there was no denying it was true. She had been fucked by other guys before but this was different. She had done it with a black guy...a black dick had been inside my wife's pussy. How could things ever be the same between us? "Why don't I go take a quick shower and get these messy shorts off," she said giving my hand a squeeze as if she sensed my thoughts. "No. That's okay," I said shaking my head. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Let's just relax and you tell me about what happened." She sighed, and her eyes dropped again. After a long moment she continued. "Well, when he picked me up, I was straight with him and told him I wasn't really a hooker, but I needed some cash real bad." I nodded. "He said he could probably help me out, and asked me what I had in mind, and I...I told him I would give him a blow job for twenty dollars," she said and then paused. "I figured a blow job wasn't as bad as doing it with him, and at least I'd get enough money to fill the car up." I nodded, realizing she had at least been thinking straight, but I still wondered about her willingness to go down on some black stranger. "Anyway, we drove around a while talking. I told him I was married and about how we just got married and are in a really bad situation and just needed a little cash to get us to pay day," she said solemnly. I nodded. "He said he was retired from the Army and understood what we were going through, and he said he was willing to help out, but he wanted more than just a blow job," she said and paused as she shifted on the bed. "He said he really wanted to...wanted to fuck me," she continued as she glanced at me to gauge my reaction. I sighed. "I guess I'm not surprised at that, especially with the shorts you're wearing." She smiled. "He said he'd give me fifty dollars to spend the night with him in a motel or thirty for a quickie in his back seat." She shrugged. "I just couldn't see myself spending the whole night with him, so I decided to take the quickie in the back seat." "But you have fifty dollars," I said confused. Her face flushed. "Well, we did it in his back seat, but I guess it turned into more than just a quickie. He...he fucked me for more than an hour and...well...he came two times, and he....he said I was so good that he went ahead and gave me fifty dollars." I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of jealousy at the thought of this guy fucking her for over an hour. "Where did you go to park? No one saw you, did they?" She shook her head. "No one saw us. He parked down a side alley behind the Burger King, and we got in the back seat of his car and he fucked me. Then he dropped me back here. That's it." I looked at her. She had to know I wanted more than the abbreviated version of what happened. "Did you kiss him?" I said wondering why I was so obsessed with knowing if she had kissed him. She sighed and nodded. "I didn't really want to kiss an old guy like him, but he just started kissing me so I really didn't have a choice." It was hard for me to even imagine her kissing a black guy, but that was the least of what she had done. I paused as I carefully considered my next question. "How...how was it...having sex with him?" She looked into my eyes for a long moment, and then a smile came on to her face. "You mean did I enjoy it?" I nodded. She chuckled and her face seemed to flush. "You want the truth?" Again I nodded. She sighed. "I guess it was kind of fun." "Kind of fun? What does that mean?" She shrugged. "What am I suppose to say? Did he make me cum? Is that what you want to hear?" I slowly nodded knowing I was treading on very sensitive territory. She looked at me sternly for a long moment, and then a smile slowly returned to her face. "Okay, he made me cum. I know it makes me seem like even a worse slut, but to be perfectly honest, I really got off on it. Okay?" She paused letting her words sink in, testing my reaction. I shrugged. "Was he...was he that good?" She smiled and slowly nodded. "Maybe part of it was because he was paying me to have sex with him or because...because he was the first black guy I did it with, but I swear I was so damned turned on when he was fucking me." I nodded. The excitement in her eyes as she recalled having sex with this guy both terrified and aroused me. She shrugged. "And for an old guy, gosh...he stayed hard so long and he had incredible stamina. He just never seemed to get tired!" Her grin widened. "Plus...u...uh." "What?" I asked. "Well, he had this really, really big dick," she said with a gleam in her eyes as if she were recalling the sordid details. "It must have been like ten inches long and really thick!" She wrapped her fingers around her wrist to demonstrate the size. My eyes widened and I felt an uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. "I thought you told me big dicks didn't do anything for you?" She shrugged with a slight grin on her lips and a gleam in her eyes. "I guess I was wrong." I felt even more uneasy. "And you were able to take all of it...inside you?" She nodded. "I didn't think I would be able to, but I did, and gosh, it felt like it was all the way up to here," she said putting her hand midway up her stomach. "It was so deep! I swear I...I've never felt anything like it!" I swallowed hard and my cheeks were suddenly burning. The excitement in her eyes was obvious. "I just hope that old saying about 'once a girl goes black, she'll never go back,' isn't true," I said half joking. She smiled and gave me a look I couldn't quite read. "I don't know...it might be true. I...I sure always thought it was bullshit about black guys having big dicks, but I guess maybe that really is true too, huh?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "I don't know about all black guys but most of the ones I've seen naked had big dicks," I admitted with my cheeks getting warmer. This was certainly a strange subject for a husband and wife to be discussing. She smiled giving me a suspicious look. "Oh yeah? I didn't know you had seen black guys naked before." I smiled feeling a bit embarrassed. "Remember I played football in high school? We had a lot of black guys on the team, and plus I think half my platoon in basic training were black guys. So yes, I spent quite a bit of time around naked black guys in the showers." She chuckled and gave me questioning look. "You ever...you know, do it with a black guy?" I stared at her for a long moment considering my answer. A few weeks earlier, we had both gotten pretty drunk and she somehow tricked me into confessing that I had sex with a few guys before we got married. Thankfully, she had never really pressed me for the details, and part of me wanted to lie to her now, but with what she had done and her confession, I guess I felt an obligation to tell her the truth. "Yes," I said slowly nodding. She smiled. "When was this...when you were in high school?" I hesitated. "Tell me, Pete. It's no big deal. You said we shouldn't have any secrets between us, and I just want to know the truth," she said with a stern look on her face. "It was actually back in May, before you moved up here. I went out one night and had a few beers out on the strip, and...and I got picked up in one of the little bars by this black guy," I said feeling strangely aroused by my confession. She gave me an inquisitive look. "So tell me about it. What do you mean by picked up? I want the details." I sighed. This was not something I was real comfortable discussing, but I felt like I had to be honest with her. "His...his name was Marvin, and he was probably around 40 or so. I was just kind of sitting at the bar, and he came over and started talking to me. He seemed like a nice guy...very friendly, and ummmm...for some reason he...he invited me to go for a ride and smoke a joint with him. So we left the bar together and went out to his car. He was driving this really nice white Corvette. We parked behind the clubs in the back of the parking lot, and after we smoked a joint, he...he just all of a sudden pulled his dick out and asked me to give him a...you know...a blow job." A slight smile came on her face. "And you did, huh?" I nodded and was hardly able to even look at her. "Did he give you a blow job too?" she asked. I shook my head. "No. All he wanted was to get his dick sucked," I admitted. She gave me a suspicious look. "But he must have thought you were gay, right? That's why he asked you to go for a ride with him?" I shrugged. I had never really considered why this guy had singled me out and that he had probably approached me because he thought I was gay. "I suppose," I said and then looked into her eyes. "But I swear all I was doing was sitting at the bar drinking a beer. He just came over and started talking to me. It wasn't like I was coming on to him or anything. I was just drunk and being friendly." The Cookie Chronicles Ch. 01 She smiled. "And you don't think he was gay? I mean...he didn't try to kiss you or do you in the ass?" she asked with a curious grin. I shook my head. "No, I don't think he was gay, and he didn't try to kiss me or anything. Like I said, he just wanted to get his dick sucked." "Did he have a big dick?" she asked. I nodded. "Not ten inches, but it was pretty big." She smiled. "And you sucked him off and made him cum?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes. I nodded. "Did you ever see him again after that?" she asked. "No," I said shaking my head. "But I never went back to the bar either." She smiled. "And he's the only black guy you've had sex with?" I nodded. "Can we get back to you and this guy tonight? Tell me more about what you did with him," I said wanting to get the subject changed back to her. She chuckled. "So I guess we have something in common now, huh Pete?" "What's that?" I asked. "We've both given blow jobs to black guys," she said grinning. My face was suddenly burning. I got the sense I was going to regret telling her about this. "So you sucked that guy's dick too?" I asked trying to shift the subject back to her. She smiled and nodded. "You know, I think you're enjoying this, huh?" she said as she reached over and gave my erection a squeeze. "What?" I asked. "Your dick is hard as a rock." I'm sure my face turned a dark shade of red. "Just tell me what else happened with you and this black guy, okay?" She chuckled as she slowly ran her fingers over the outline of my dick. "Well, after I sucked his dick for a while, he stripped my clothes off and then he started fucking me. He seemed to be able to go on forever, and he was doing me really hard...so hard the whole car was rocking. I...I came like five times while he was fucking me...and I swear, after he came the first time, he was fully hard again a couple of minutes later. And wow! He really took a long time before he came again and we were doing it in all kinds of different positions," she said as she slowly stroked my dick. "Here I was thinking you'd be so pissed off you'd never want to touch me again, and damn, you've got a raging hard-on!" This was really embarrassing, and I didn't know what to say. She slowly slid my shorts down, and then grasped my erection, stroking it casually as she looked into my eyes. "So it doesn't bother you that your slut wife sold her pussy to some old black guy, and she really got off getting fucked by his big black dick?" I swallowed hard as I slowly shook my head. "I guess not." She smiled, and then slowly lowered her lips to my dick. "How would you like to cum in your slut wife's mouth?" she said staring into my eyes as she licked the tip of my dick. "I...I'd love it!" Her smile widened. "But if you want it, then you got to pay me. My services aren't free." "That's...that's all the money we have," I said pointing to the money on the coffee table. "You keep that money. I want something else." "Wh...what?" I asked, scarcely able to breathe. She sat up and then slowly reached down and unsnapped her shorts. "Since you apparently like the taste of cum, I want you to eat my pussy." I was stunned. "But..." "No buts. That's my price," she said as she unzipped her shorts. I swallowed hard as I considered her demand. "Are...are you going to shower first?" Her smile widened as she shook her head. "No, I want you to eat me and clean that guy's cum out of my pussy with your tongue," she said as she lifted up and slowly slid out of her shorts. Again, I swallowed hard as I looked down at her cum soaked pussy. The lips were swollen and red, and her pubic hair was matted with dried sperm. "Do we have a deal?" she asked with a sly grin as she reach down and touched her glistening clit. I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said with a nod. Her grin widened as she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. "Well, you have to pay up then if you still want that blow job," she said slowly stroking her clit, as if beckoning me to come to her. Her pussy seemed to be oozing. "Us working girls always get paid up front." I eased forward and started to somewhat tentatively lick her tangy flavored clit. The aroma was strong and enticing, and as she bucked upward, I slipped my exploring tongue into her oozing entrance giving me a good taste of her juicy, cum-filled pussy. All I could think about was that old black guy shooting his load into my wife's pussy, and I was filled with a wild hunger to taste his cum. I quickly pushed her legs apart and started eating her in earnest. "Yeah...eat all of that black guys cum, you faggot!" she called out as she squirmed beneath me, bucking against my face while gripping the back of my head and forcing my face into her cum-filled pussy. I was so excited I nearly shot my own load. She must have been pretty turned on too, because she soon started crying out as she bucked against my tongue. Then, she let out a loud groan and her body went rigid as she came. "Wow!" she said after she had calmed down. "That was incredible!" My cheeks were burning and I felt a little awkward with my face dripping with a mixture of cum and her pussy juices. She smiled and then eased down and kissed me lightly on the lips as she looked into my eyes. "I had no idea you would get so turned on eating cum out of my pussy, and wow, it really turn me on too!" We suddenly started kissing in earnest and she was undeterred by the mixture of cum and her own pussy juices. I don't know if we had ever kissed so passionately. When we finally broke our kiss, she immediately eased down and let my dick slip into her mouth. I couldn't believe how hard I was, and I guess I was still pretty turned on, because she had barely started sucking my dick, when I began to cum. She didn't usually let me cum in her mouth, but this time she did and it felt incredible and I cried out as my dick erupted. It was a wonderful culmination to one the strangest nights of my life! The Cookie Chronicles Ch. 02 Ch. 02- Cookie Does Her Black Neighbor Fort Meade, MD Friday, July 20, 1979 Pete was long gone by the time I finally woke up. I could still hardly believe the old black guy named Jimmy had paid me $50 to have sex with him. I know I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. I also found it hard to believe how turned on I was walking out on the strip dressed like a hooker and trying to get picked up. Of course, I did have a few second thoughts when I saw it was an old black guy who had stopped and invited me to go for a ride with him. I never thought I'd ever actually do it with a black guy, but I knew I had to get some money in a hurry and Jimmy was definitely willing to pay me to have sex with him. Besides, I knew Pete was hanging back watching me, and I wanted to make sure he saw me get in the car with my first customer so that he would know that I had been serious about selling my ass to make some damn money! I certainly didn't expect I'd enjoy having sex with an old black guy like Jimmy, but gosh, he had this really big dick and incredible stamina. I had never been fucked like that in my entire life! I couldn't help but think that the saying about "once you go black, you'll never go back" just might be true. I was suddenly feeling really horny all over again, and I quickly slipped my hand between my legs and brushed my fingers across my moist clit. I was tempted to masturbate as I did almost every morning after Pete left for work, but then I remembered Jimmy had given me his business card. I jumped off the bed and found my shorts on the floor and quickly pulled his card from one of the front pockets. The business card was for a "James K. Martin" who according to his card was an assistant manager at the post housing office. I could hardly contain my excitement as I stared at the card. I had told Jimmy about how Pete and I lived in a dumpy, roach infested studio apartment, and he assured me he could look into getting us upgraded to a two bedroom apartment. I knew I should feel guilty about getting paid for sex, but I really felt like doing it had changed my luck. It was fate or maybe even a sign from God that the guy who picked me up was from the housing office. I glanced at the clock above our small dinette table. It was 9:20am. I quickly grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed Jimmy's number. "Housing. This is Connie speaking. How can I help you?" said the squeaky voice on the far end of the phone. "Mr. Martin, please." I said trying to sound official. "Just a sec, hon," said the bubbly secretary and then I was put on hold. After a long moment, I heard Jimmy pick up. "Mr. Martin speaking. How can I help you?" "Jimmy. It's Cookie...you know, from last night," I said excitedly. "Hi Cookie!" he beamed. "You didn't waste any time, did you?" "Well, you said to give you a call, and I figured I better strike while the iron's hot." He laughed. "My iron is definitely still hot!" I laughed. "Why don't you come on over then? I'd like to see how hot your iron really is. Besides, I want to show you what a dump they stuck us in." He laughed. "What are you wearing right now, Cookie?" "Just a smile, and nothing else," I said. "And I've been playing with myself all morning thinking about that big dick of yours, and gosh, my pussy is so wet!" "Damn! You're getting me hard!" I chuckled. "That was my intent. So, you coming over?" He laughed. "What's your quarters number?" "1755F on Forrest Avenue. The door will be unlocked. You just come on in and I'll be waiting for you in the bed." There was a long pause. "I have a couple things I have to tie up here, but I can be there in say 45 minutes to an hour. Will that work for you?" he asked. "Sounds good to me...but come sooner if you can. I'm really, really horny this morning!" I whined. "I'll come as quick as I can," he said excitedly and then abruptly hung the phone up. I smiled as I sat the phone down. Yep, our luck was definitely changing for the better, and gosh, I was so horny I could scarcely breathe. I took a quick shower and put some perfume in a few strategic spots. Then, after straightening up the apartment a little, I opened up the front door and made sure the screen door was unlocked. I lingered in the doorway looking out through the screen at the back of the apartment buildings surrounding me. I should have been terrified that someone would see me standing there naked in the doorway, but the thought that a guy might be watching me turned me on even more. I couldn't believe how excited I was as I moved back inside and settled on the bed. I quickly slid my hand down between my legs and began to slowly finger my clit. I had just worked myself into a frenzy when there was suddenly a knock at the back door, which led into the common area laundry room and then out the front of the building. I glanced at the clock. It had only been 30 minutes since I called Jimmy, but he had obviously been able to leave earlier than he expected. I immediately jumped up thinking he had decided to come in the backdoor instead of the front, which was probably the smarter thing to do so no one would see him actually entering our apartment. Gosh, I was so damn horny, and I smiled at the thought of seeing the expression on his face when he saw that I was completely nude. It was probably a little bit too forward, but I wanted to make an impression on him and besides I was so ready to get fucked! I quickly opened the backdoor, but instead of Jimmy standing there looking shocked, it was our obnoxious black neighbor, Derrick Carter. I was so surprised it took several long seconds for me to come to my senses and remember that I was completely nude. "What do you want, Derrick?" I asked finally as I stepped back behind the door feeling both embarrassed and disappointed. "Wow!" said Derrick with a wide grin on his face. He was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a tank top that looked like it was a size too small for his bulky, muscular torso. "Is this how you answer the door for everyone?" I chuckled at his comment as I let the door ease back open a little. "Sorry, I...I thought you were...were Pete," I lied. I could hardly believe that I had exposed myself to this arrogant asshole Derrick, who was an oversized MP that lived up on the second floor with his wife, Sonya. He was the ranking soldier in our building, and he had been stopping by with increasing frequency to ogle me and hassle Pete about cutting the grass and cleaning the laundry room, which were suppose to be a rotational duties, but Pete was always getting stuck with them because he was still only a Private. He smiled. "I'm definitely not Pete, but there is no need to apologize. You can answer the door like this for me anytime," he said leaning forward so he could get a look behind the door at me. I knew I should try to block his view, but I didn't figure it would do any harm to let him get a little peak at my body, especially since he had already seen me when I open the door. "What do you want, Derrick?" I said trying to sound annoyed as I watched his eyes crawl over my body. He licked his lips. "Aren't you going to invite in?" he said smiling as he stepped into the doorway as if he was just going to force his way right on in. I quickly raised my hand to his muscular chest to block his path as the door eased open even wider. I had never been this close to him and he was such a big guy, towering over me. I should have been intimidated by him but I wasn't. "I'm really not dressed for company, if you didn't notice," I said casually as I looked up into his dark eyes. "Besides, I'm expecting Pete to be back at any moment." His smile widened as he looked down at my breasts. "Wonder what he'd say if he knew you was standing here in front of me naked like this?" I shrugged. "Wonder what Sonya would say if she knew you were coming down here hitting on me all the time?" He smiled and shrugged. "A man's got to do what a man's got to do." "What is it you want, Derrick? The grass need cutting again?" I said growing impatient as I shifted in the doorway and propped my free hand on my hip. I was now completely exposed to him. He smiled and stepped forward until he was only inches from me. The smell of his cologne was strong and enticing. "Why don't you invite me in and I'll tell you?" he said hopefully as he eased one of his hands over and placed it on my hip. I knew I was playing with fire and this was the point where I should have pushed his hand away and put a stop to this, but I was feeling frisky and thought I'd let it go a little farther. "Where's Sonya?" I asked as I casually glanced down at his crotch, which appeared to have a significantly larger bulge than normal. He smiled, obviously noticing that I had checked him out. "She's working...got a job at the daycare center on base, and as luck would have it, I'm off shift and all by myself today," he said winking at me as he let his hand slide up my side until it cupped the bottom of my left breast. I looked down at his dark hand as he let his thumb slide over my sensitive brown nipple. "Hey, you can look but no touching," I said but made no effort to push his hand away. He smiled. "I'll let you touch me if I can touch you," he said as he kneaded my nipple, which caused my breathing to quicken. It was suddenly getting warmer. "And what makes you think I would want to touch you?" I teased. He smiled. "I saw you checking out my package. I know you want some of this black dick." I looked into his eyes and smiled as I reach over and let my hand slide over his bulging crotch. "Just cause I was looking, don't mean I want it." His grin widened. "You probably couldn't handle a dick like mine anyway." I smiled. "Oh, I could handle it just fine. The question is could you handle me?" I said as I gave his crotch a gentle squeeze. Gosh, he obviously had a really big dick! He laughed as he leaned down only inches from my face. "Shit, you probably never even been fucked by a real man." He was an obnoxious prick, but I was so damn horny I could scarcely breathe. I found myself wanting to kiss him, and I probably would have but the phone suddenly started ringing behind me. "Wait right here," I said stabbing him in the chest with the forefinger and then quickly dashed away to get the phone. I knew I probably should have pushed him back out the door, but I thought it might be fun to tease him a little more. "Hello," I said after picking up the receiver. "Hey Cookie, it's Jimmy." "Hi Mister Jimmy. What's up?" I asked as I glanced back and saw Derrick had stepped all the way inside and was pushing the door closed behind him. I shook my head at Derrick, but he just smiled as the door clicked closed. "Hey, I got caught up with something here at work and I'm not going to be able to get away today," continued Jimmy "Gosh, Mr. Jimmy that's too bad," I said as I purposely turned my back to Derrick. I would have probably been really disappointed that Jimmy couldn't make it, but with my obnoxious neighbor's timely visit, I knew I had another option to get the sex I craved. "How about we shoot for next Monday if that's okay...maybe around lunch time. Your husband doesn't come home for lunch, does he?" asked Jimmy. "Sometimes he comes home for lunch, but I'll make sure he doesn't Monday," I said trying to lower my voice so Derrick didn't hear. . He chuckled. "Okay, good," he said and then there was a pause. "Hey, I was wondering if you mind if I bring my friend Calvin along with me. He's a cool cat and I'd pay you double. Besides, I thought it would be good for you to meet him. He's the manager of this club near the base, and he might be able to hook you up with a job if you're interested." "Sure, bring him with you. What kind of a job?" I asked as I suddenly felt Derrick's hands slide over my buttocks. I glance back and smiled at him and was surprised to see he had already stripped his clothes off. I gasped when I saw his dick. He had a full erection and his dick was huge...the biggest I had ever seen by far! It had to be ten inches long and was even thicker than my wrist, with the engorged ebony head that looked as if it were about to burst. "He's looking for an exotic dancer," said Jimmy diverting my attention at least temporarily back to my phone conversation. "An exotic dancer?" I asked as one of Derrick's hands slid up and cupped my breasts as I felt his dick push against my butt. "Is that like a stripper?" Jimmy chucked. "Yeah, it's a fancy name for a stripper." "I'm not sure my husband would be too keen on me working as a stripper," I said as I wiggled my butt back against Derrick's dick. "I'm sure it's got to be safer than working the strip like you were last night. Besides, from what I understand his girls make pretty damn good money." "Oh yeah? How much money?" I asked as Derrick leaned down and nuzzled against my ear and neck, causing me to groan as I twisted away from him and turned around as I sat back on the bed. "You'll have to ask Calvin about that," said Jimmy. "Hey, are you masturbating?" I chuckled as I leaned back on the bed and slowly spread my legs as Derrick looked hungrily down at my pussy. "No, but I was earlier," I said as Derrick eased forward and let the big head of his dick slide across my clit, causing me to groan again. "You sure sound like you're masturbating," commented Jimmy. I laughed as I reached down and gripped Derrick's shaft, pushing the big bubble head along my moist slit as I lifted my legs back and further apart. "I'm not masturbating, but I am getting molested by my neighbor, Derrick." "Your neighbor is molesting you? Right now?" asked Jimmy. "Mmmmm...yes," I said as Derrick smiled at me as the tip of his dick began easing inside of me. "He...he knocked at my backdoor a little while ago and I thought it was you, so I was naked when I answered the door. I guess I got him kind of turned on, cause he invited himself into my apartment and now he's pushing his big dick inside my pussy." I gasped as I lifted up forcing the entire head of Derrick's dick into my pussy. Jimmy laughed. "Damn! And he's got his dick in your pussy?" I groaned as Derrick pressed forward pushing nearly a third of his dick into my pussy. "Mmmmm...yes....and it's so big!" Jimmy laughed. "Why don't you just put the phone down beside you and let me listen while he fucks you?" I looked up at Derrick and smiled as I sat the phone down beside me on the bed. "My friend Mister Jimmy wants to listen while you fuck me." Derrick chuckled as he eased his dick back almost all the way out of my pussy. "Well let's give him a show then," he said and then suddenly thrust forward until over half of his dick was inside of me. I cried out as I had my first orgasm. My body shuddered and I squirmed beneath him as my hands slid down and clutched his butt. I was in for the ride of my life. He pushed my legs even farther apart as he went deeper with each thrust until I could feel his big balls and I knew I was able to take all of him. I swear I nearly blacked out as he began thrusting wildly into me, almost like a jackhammer. It was by far the best and most intense sex of my life, but unfortunately it didn't last very long. He must have been as excited as I was, because after only a few minutes, his body tensed and he cried out as he came. I felt the spasm of his dick inside of me and then his dick erupted with a huge load of hot sperm. Knowing he was cumming inside of me sent me over the top again, and I had another intense orgasm. He gradually collapsed on top of me, and as I held on to him, I said a silent prayer that I wouldn't get pregnant. Then, I noticed the phone sitting beside me and I remembered Jimmy had been listening in. "Mister Jimmy? You still there?" Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah, I'm still here. I was just cleaning up. I jerked myself off listening to you two. Wow, that was wild! I wish I could have witnessed him fucking you! Damn!" I laughed. "Well, I'm ready for some more, if you want to pick up your friend Calvin and hurry on over here." "Damn! Wish I could, but you're going to have to wait until Monday, and your neighbor Derrick is welcome to join us if he wants. We'll be there around noon," said Jimmy enthusiastically. I chuckled. "I'll let him know." "See ya Monday then!" said Jimmy and he hung up. "Mister Jimmy said you're welcome to join us on Monday if you want," I said reaching over and hanging the phone up. "Him and his friend Calvin should be here around noon." He looked me in the eyes and smiled and then leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Three guys at once?" I smiled as the thought of having sex with three guys at once sent a surge of excitement through me. "Sure, why not?" He smiled and nodded. "And you wouldn't have any problem handling three guys at one time?" he asked and then rolled over on to his back, pulling me up on top of him. I grinned as I looked into his eyes. "Oh, I can handle a lot more than three," I joked. He smiled and gave me a curious look. "What's the most guys you've done at one time?" I smiled as I quickly considered my answer. "Seven," I said feeling turned on by letting him know what a slut I was. He gave me a surprised look. "When was this?" "Back in early June when Pete and I were on our honeymoon in Myrtle Beach. We got into a fight and I ended up spending the night in a motel room with these guys who were celebrating their high school graduation." "Damn!" he said grinning as he shook his head. "Does Pete know what you did?" I nodded. "But he forgave me," I said sitting up on top of him with his semi hard dick still buried deep inside of me. "He thinks I'm a nymphomaniac." He chuckled and nodded as he squirmed beneath me. "I bet you're a whole lot more woman than he can handle, huh?" he said cupping my breasts. I smiled and shrugged. "You got to promise you're not going to tell him about this, okay?" His dick felt so good inside me, and I used my inner muscles to clamp down on it hoping to coax it back to full strength. "As long as you don't mention it to Sonya, why would I want to ruin a good thing?" he said grinning. I couldn't argue with his logic and suspected I could trust him. "You never did tell me why you stopped?" He smiled. "I was bored and mostly just wanted to see you. I knew Pete was at work, but I figured I would stop by and see what you were up to and let you know to tell him the trash cans in the laundry room need emptying." I chuckled and shook my head. "You're an asshole," I said as I eased up and let his dick slip from inside of me. "But I'm glad you stopped by." I quickly slid down between his legs and nuzzled against his big semi-erect dick that was slick from being in my pussy. He smiled. "So who's this Mr. Jimmy, guy?" he asked as he reached down and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. "This old black guy that I met last night. He works at the housing office, and he promised me he'd get us out of this dump and into a two bedroom apartment," I said as I used both my hands to pump his big shaft. "You let him fuck you last night?" he asked with a knowing grin. I smiled and nodded and then I went to work on his dick. Gosh, it was so big I could barely get a third of it in my mouth! I licked and sucked on the big purple head as I pumped his shaft with my hands, and it wasn't long before he was fully erect and clutching my hair as he thrust into my mouth. "Damn Cookie, you're good! I want to cum in your mouth!" he said with a groan. That was all the encouragement I needed, and minutes later his dick was erupting inside my mouth. He had a huge load too and I could barely swallow even half of it. Gosh, I loved making guys cum! The Cookie Chronicles Ch. 02 He spent another two hours with me. We napped for a while and then woke up and went at it again. I still thought he was prick, but gosh, he was all man and I knew he and I were going to see a lot more of each other. After he left, I stripped the bed and put the sheets in a washer in the laundry room while I jumped in the shower. I knew I should feel guilty about cheating on Pete, but I didn't and I wasn't quite sure why.