16 comments/ 74482 views/ 4 favorites The Set Up Ch. 01 By: Just Plain Bob Authors note: If you are one of the readers who got bent out of shape over my story "The Racist" I'd advise you to skip this one. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My dick had gotten me in trouble before, but it had never before brought me to the edge of disaster. And disaster is just what I was seeing as I listened to the black woman who was planning on making it happen. It had started four months ago. I had just started a new job and on my third day at work I was walking down a hallway and I tripped and stumbled into a woman coming from the other direction. The collision had caused her to drop the papers that she was carrying. As I tried to help her pick them up she was muttering, more to herself than me, "Stupid, clumsy honky asshole." Until she said that I hadn't even paid any attention to the fact that she was black. I had grown up in a fairly cosmopolitan neighborhood and I had learned at an early age that skin color didn't mean diddily squat - it was the person inside the skin that mattered. I handed her the papers I'd picked up, apologized and then said, "I don't mind the honky part, and I may be a bit clumsy, but I am not stupid and I am not an asshole. However, even if I was I would prefer it to being a racist like you" and I walked off and left her standing there. Two days later I was sitting in the company cafeteria having lunch and reading the latest issue of Newsweek when out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone come up and stand by my table. I looked up and saw that it was the black woman that I had stumbled into. She said, "Why did you call me a racist?" "Because you are one." "What gives you the right to make a statement like that?" "Your actions." "My actions? That's bullshit, you don't even know me so how can you say that?" "I'll answer your question with a question. When I helped you pick up your papers and then handed them to you what if instead of apologizing I'd have said, "Here's your papers nigger." Would you have taken that as a racist remark?" I saw anger flash in her eyes and I said, "Damned straight you would have and I took your honky remark the same way. You could have said, "Clumsy oaf" or you might have said, "Clumsy clod", but you didn't. There was no hesitation on your part, you went right to "honky" because that is your mind set." She stared at me for a second or two and then she said, "Okay, I'm a racist, but it wasn't very gentlemanly of you to point it out" and she turned and walked away. One of the guys in my department had witnessed that little scene and after she had gone he had come up to me and said, "You had best watch yourself around that one. She is trouble with a capital "T". I thanked him for his warning and went back to reading my magazine. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To understand what happened next you have to understand a little about me. I am what some would call a cockhound, a man of loose morals, a pussy lover, or a lying cheat and an unfaithful bastard. All too true I'm sad to say. I'm married to a great woman and I love her to death, but if I see a chance for some pussy on the side I'm after it in a flash. True to my nature I was sniffing after half of the women in the office with varying degrees of success and one miserable failure - my teeth were still rattling from the slap I got. I'd been there just over three months and one day I was sitting in the cafeteria when the black woman (I still didn't know her name) sat down on the chair opposite me. I looked over at her and said, "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" "Nothing important. I just wanted to give everyone else in here to see two sides of the same coin." "I'm afraid you lost me on that one." "It is really quite simple. A coin has two sides, but there is something different on each side. Take a dime for instance. On one side you have Roosevelt's head and on the other you have the Torch of Liberty, but it doesn't matter which side you are looking at, it is still a dime." "And your point?" "Imagine this table is a coin, you on one side and me on the other. Black on one side white on the other, but it doesn't matter which side you are looking at you are still seeing the same thing." "And that is?" "Racists - one black and one white, but racists just the same" and she got up and walked away. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Now I don't have a racist bone in my body. I may be a lot of things, but a racist isn't one of them. I stewed over what she'd said for the rest of the day and most of the evening. The next day I didn't wait for lunchtime to come around, but I went straight to her office when I got to work. Fortunately she was alone and I got right to it. "I am not now, nor have I ever been a racist." "Of course you are." "And just how do you arrive at that conclusion?" "Simple really. You have chased after every woman that works here except me." "Of course I haven't made a move on you for Christ's sake. You are prejudiced against whites and by your actions you have shown that you don't even like me. Why would you expect me to take a run at you?" "Bullshit! You avoid me because I'm black and that makes you just as much a racist as I am." "Your skin color has nothing to do with it and you know it." "What I know is that you avoid me and so I have to assume that you are afraid that the color will rub off." Suddenly the light bulb went off over my head. "I see what is going on here. I was warned that you are trouble just looking to happen and I think I've just figured it out. Goad the white boy into making a pass at you so you can turn him in for sexual harassment. Well this boy ain't biting lady" and I turned to leave. She laughed and said, "That's it closet bigot, run away." I turned back to her, "Closet bigot? Okay sweetie, I'm calling your bluff. I'm stopping at the Rockyard for a beer after work. Be there and let's just see if I'm a bigot. But you won't be there will you. Wouldn't do for Little Miss Racist to be seen out in public with the white oppressor, now would it?' I turned and left her office. I was as surprised as hell when she walked into the Rockyard, looked around until she spotted me, and then headed for my table. I hadn't really expected to see her, but I had already made up my mind as to what to do if she did show. As she approached the table I stood up and did the gentlemanly thing with the chair, waived the waitress over and ordered her a drink and then I waited to see what she would say. "Okay I'm here, now what?" "I'm calling your bluff. You are saying that your proof that I'm a racist is the fact that I am chasing after every woman I work with except you and you maintain that I avoid you strictly because you are black. Well sweetie, to answer your statement of this morning I am not afraid that it will rub off. So my question for you is do you want to waste a week or so playing the game, or do you want to get right down to it?" "Get right to what?" "You know why I chase those other women; you know what I'm after, do you want to skip the bullshit and get right to bed or not?" "I'm not sure that my husband would approve." "I'm not the least bit interested in sex with your husband. Do you want the closet bigot between your legs or not?" "That doesn't prove that you aren't a bigot; anyone can take a dare." "Ooh, listen to the lady racist try to wiggle away now that her bluff has been called. Tell you what sweetie, how about I do what no racist would ever do with a nigger. How about I eat your pussy. You don't have to suck my cock or fuck me, just raise your skirt, pull down your panties, spread your legs and let me get down there and munch away. I'll even go you one better than that. I'll eat your pussy tonight and then you can go home and fuck your hubby. Do him tonight and then again in the morning and at lunch I'll eat you out again. There isn't a racist in the world who would do that. The up side for you is that the Oppressive White Man's" cock will never despoil your black body --unless of course you want it to. There it is sweetie, call me on it or get up and leave." "Where?" "Where do you want it? The comfort of a hotel room, or the feeling of delicious illicit sex on the back seat of a car?" "Neither. My husband is out of town on business, but I will take you up on eating me after he makes love to me. It will just have to wait until he gets home day after tomorrow." She stood up, "Come on honky, this time I'm calling your bluff. You can follow me home and if, when I get there, you don't pull into the driveway behind me we'll both know who the bullshit artist and closet bigot is, won't we?" I took out my cell phone and called my wife and told her I had to work late and the I stood up and said, "Lead the way my Nubian Princess." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ She hadn't pulled to a complete stop in the driveway of her ranch style home when I pulled up behind her and cut my lights. I followed her into the house and then said, "Where do you want it, living room couch or the bedroom?" "In the bedroom." She led me down a hall to the bedroom and walked to the bed. She lifted her skirt, took off her panties and then sat down on the side of the bed and spread her legs. I undid my tie and started taking off my shirt and she said, "You don't need to get undressed to eat pussy." "No, but I don't intend to go home with my shirt and tie smelling of Eau de Cunt." Then I pointed at the open blinds on her window, "You going to close them?" She laughed and said, "No way. There are three college kids renting the place and I get a kick out of making their day" and then she giggled and said, "And their nights." Well, if she didn't care I sure didn't and I took my place between her legs and started munching. It only took me a minute until she was moaning and shortly after that her hands were on the back of my head and pulling me to her. And I smiled to myself because I knew what was coming next. I like eating pussy. I'm good at it and I knew damned well that I would have her so hot that she would want to fuck. Even though I told her that I wouldn't fuck her I knew that she would be begging me before I was done. She held out longer than most, but after almost five minutes she was saying, "Fuck me, please fuck me." "Are you sure? I told you that I would keep my dick in my pants." "Don't tease me damn you, fuck me!" "Is that anyway to ask?" "Please, please fuck me." "That's much better" and I stood up and stripped. She started to get up and undress, but I told not to. "You're fine just the way you are" and I climbed on top of her. Her pussy was wet and in only three strokes I was all the way in her. The nice thing was that I had made love to my wife twice the night before and then once again that morning before leaving for work so it wasn't going to be a five-minute fuck. It lasted almost fifteen minutes during which time she moaned, groaned, clutched and grabbed. The entire time and with every thrust I was thinking, "Racist am I? Take that you fucking slut." Just before I came I thought, "It would serve you right if nine months from now you get a joyful little bundle that has my eyes." When it was over she lay there looking up at me with a contented smile on her face and she said, "Would you eat me again?" Please? I've never had a man eat me when I've had cum in me." I looked at my watch, "I don't know. It is getting late and I really should be getting home." "Please? If you will I'll suck your cock. I'm pretty good. We can do a sixty-nine." "I don't care for sixty-nines; I can't concentrate on what I'm doing when all my attention is centered on my dick. You do me and then I'll do you." When she said she was pretty good she was understating it. She should have been named Hoover she sucked so well. I let her suck me to completion and then I pulled her to me and kissed her. My tongue probed her mouth and after several seconds hers pushed back at me. It was a long and heated kiss and then I broke it and pushed her back on the bed, "My turn." When I was done and had dressed and was getting ready to leave she asked, "Tomorrow? We can skip the bar and come straight here." "You sure?" "Oh yes indeed baby, I'm most definitely sure." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next day she stopped by my office just before lunch and told me she was taking the afternoon off to run some errands, but that she would be home by the time I got there. "We are still on for tonight, right?" "As long as you are willing I am." "Oh I'm looking forward to tonight. You can't believe how much I'm looking forward to it." That night on the way over to her place I wondered how long I could keep the affair going. She was a great cocksucker and a pretty good piece of ass. I'd just have to see how it played out. When I rang the doorbell she greeted me naked except for a sanitary napkin belt and napkin. "Uh oh" I said, "Nature going to get in our way tonight?" "No, it's a surprise" she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind her to the bedroom and then dropped down onto her bed. She took off the sanitary napkin, spread her legs wide and said, "Hurry baby, eat my pussy." I like eating pussy, but I'm not going to do it during a women's period and I said so. She giggled and said, "No, that's not it at all. I wanted to see if you would eat me with another man's cum in me and I just couldn't wait for my husband to get home. The errand I had to run today was to find an old boyfriend and get myself fucked. The Kotex was to hold as much of him in as it could. Hurry baby, you said you would eat me with my black husband's cum in me. This is no different; it came from a black man." Well, I had said I would so I undressed and moved between her legs. It didn't take me long to figure out that something was wrong. She was way too wet for it all to have come from one man, not even one man several times. I pulled back and looked at her. She had a smirk on her face and she said, "Okay, so I lied a little. There were seven men - all black - at my party this afternoon. How about it white boy, can you handle a gallon of nigger sperm? Show me you aren't a bigot sweetie. Clean me up after seven big, black cocks." One or seven, what did it matter? It really didn't so I got back down between her thighs and got to work. It was the same as the last time. She started to moan and her hands clutched at the back of my head and her fingers dug into my hair as she tried to pull me inside her. I redoubled my efforts and I was rewarded when she had an orgasm. She fell back on the bed and looked up at me. "That was something baby, really something. I'm almost sorry." "Sorry about what?" "I hope you like sucking black cum out of pussies because I have a feeling that you will be doing a lot of it soon." "What are you trying to say?" "Your dick hard white boy? You ready for a good fucking?" I smiled at her and began to move up between her spread legs. "No baby, you are about to get fucked, but not by my pussy." "What do you mean?" A voice from behind me said, "What she means whitey, is that you have already been fucked." I turned and a flash went off in my face. When the dots cleared I saw two black men standing there looking at me. One of them had a camera and he kept taking pictures of me and Shala lying naked on the bed. I stared to get up and the man with the camera said, "Don't even bother trying my man. Even if you were bad enough to take down the two of us and get the camera you still wouldn't have the video that we shot through the open window. That was really stupid dude. You should have closed the blinds and then all we would have had was this camera." I sat up on the bed, "What the hell is this all about?" Shala said, "It is all about hate white boy. It is all about getting back at whites for over two hundred years of fucking over our family. I know it wasn't you, but the people who did it aren't here and you are." "I still don't know what you are talking about." "These are my two brothers. Our family history in this country goes back over two hundred years. Our great-great-great grandfather was brought here as a slave and he did not have a good owner. He was beaten with a whip if he even looked like he was thinking of running away. Our great-great grandfather was a run away slave who got caught and was beaten so bad that he could never stand up straight again. Our great grandmother was repeatedly raped by twenty-seven white men and over the course of the last hundred years two cousins and an uncle have been lynched. Even moving North didn't help. In the Detroit race riots in the early Forties our grandfather was almost beaten to death. During the Watts riots in Los Angeles our father was thrown in jail for the heinous crime of walking down the street at the wrong time. While in jail he was held down and repeated sodomized by a bunch of white men. Do you know what all these crimes against our family have in common? Of course you don't, so I'm going to tell you. Not once, not one time was anyone punished for what they did. What the hell, all they are is niggers, right? Well, the three of us have decided to make the white man pay for what he has done. You aren't the first sweetie and you won't be the last, but you are helping to atone for the sins of your people against our family." "I still don't know what you are getting at." "It is real simple sweetie. The one thing the white man seems to fear more than anything else is a black man taking his women. You have a choice sweetie. You are going to give my brothers access to your wife. If you don't everyone in the world, including your wife, will see the videos of you and your nigger mistress. How do you think that will go over?" "What do you mean by "giving your brothers access?" "What will happen is my husband and I will invite you and your wife over for dinner. I will charm the pants off her and we will become great friends. She will come by my place a lot and naturally my husband and brother will always be around. You will stay out of the way and let nature take its course. If they succeed in seducing your wife it is a score for my family. On the other hand, if she is truer to you than you are to her the videos disappear and you will have dodged the bullet. It's a lousy choice for you sweetie, but it is he only choice you have." "I take it that one of your brothers here is going to be your pretend husband?" "That's right sweetie. Just remember, stay out of the way and let what happens happen. A small ray of sunshine for you. Out of the fourteen times we've done this two women didn't go for it. So, depending on how you look at it, that's a 14% failure rate for our side or a 14% success rate for yours. Your wife just might be the third one to take a pass. There is a potential upside to this for you. If either one of my brother's score you can fuck me for as long as they are fucking your wife. You may not want to though, none of the other twelve did. Probably had something to do with being sore losers. So, what's your choice?" "Easy. I'll go with your plan because I know that Elaine will never play your game." "That's what the twelve losers said. But hey, at least you have a chance. A small one, but a chance." "One thing though, why me?" "Because you called attention to yourself when you called me a racist. You would have been much better off keeping your mouth shut white boy, much, much better off." To be continued... The Set Up Ch. 02 Authors note: If you are one of the readers who got all bent out of shape over my story "The Racist" I'd advise you to skip this one. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was just a bit upset when I left Shala's place. There was no way that I could have seen what she was up to before I fell into her trap, but I knew that it had been stupid to play games with her. After all, I had been warned that she was trouble. I wasn't worried about what she had planned because there was absolutely no way that either one of her brothers was going to get to Elaine. Oh I didn't doubt that she would flirt a little with them when they made their advances, but that was simply the nature of a beautiful woman when men paid attention to her. But let them get between her legs? Absolutely preposterous. No, Shala's plan was insidious, but laughable and had zero chance of success. I'd have a good time watching her and her two brother's fail. The only worry I had was that they were lying when they said that if Elaine didn't fall prey to them they would destroy the videos and pictures. but I had an idea that might get me the incriminating evidence back before they could use it. I had a friend who was a retired cop and who had set himself up as a private detective. He owed me several favors and I thought I could get him to help me out. I called him and he met me for lunch and I described for him what Shala and her brothers were up to. He said he would see what he could do. When I got back to the office Shala was waiting for me. "Call your wife and tell her you are bringing a friend home for dinner with you. Tell her that my husband has been out of town for several weeks and that I'm lonely and down in the dumps and that you thought that maybe I could use a little company." Shala could be quite charming when she wanted to be and she and Elaine hit it off right from the start. They were chatting away like old high school chums and by the time Shala was ready to leave they had already made plans to meet for lunch the next day. Over the next two weeks Shala and my wife got together a dozen times and each time the two of them got closer. I was pretty sure that I knew when Shala would make her move. I was due to go out of town on a three-day business trip and I was betting that was when it would happen. At breakfast on the day I was to leave Elaine told me that if I was going to call her not to do it until late. "Shala has asked me over for dinner. She says she owes it to me to keep me company while you are gone as payback for the night we had her over for dinner." I laughed and said, "Best watch yourself. I hear that her husband has a thing for white chicks and that they have a kind of open marriage." "Oh really? I guess that will give you something to think about while you are on your trip." "Oh, what's that?" "I've never been with a black man. Who knows, it might be fun." Then she laughed and said, "You should see the look on your face. Have you been taking me for granted? You think that little Elaine doesn't have a few naughty thoughts from time to time?" "I never much thought about it so I guess that maybe I have been taking you for granted." "What's the matter. You don't think that I could attract another man?" "Of course you could, I just never thought about it." "Well, while you are gone I'll try and keep my naughty thoughts in check." I did call late that night, around ten or so, but I didn't get any answer. I didn't think anything of it because dinner out could easily run late. I called her the next morning and Elaine filled me in on her evening at Shala's. "I don't know where you got your information on Shala's husband, but he was a total gentleman. One the other hand her brother was there and he was after me like a thirsty man after water." "Were you having any of your nasty thoughts while he was chasing after you?" "Why do you want to know? You looking for something to turn you on?" "If I was sweetie, it sure wouldn't be that." "What, the thought of black skin against my succulent white body wouldn't turn you on?" "How did we get on this subject anyway?" "You were the one who started it with your warning about Shala's husband." "It was an off hand remark and I'm sorry that I made it." "Well don't sweat it sweetie. I managed to escape with my virtue intact." "Well you have a nice day love and I'll call you tonight." "I'm meeting Shala after work to go shopping and we will probably stop and get a bite to eat, but I should be home by eight." I called at eight-thirty, nine, nine-fifteen, ten and ten-thirty and eleven-twenty. When I got no answer I began to wonder for the first time if my faith in my wife might be just a little misplaced. I had nothing to go on except for the conversations of the last two day (that naughty thoughts comment was still planted in my mind) and the fact that she still wasn't home three and a half hours after she said she would be, but it was enough to keep me up half the night. And I rested none too easy after talking with Elaine the next morning. "Where were you when I called last night?" "Things went a little longer than I thought they would. Shala and I finished shopping, had a bite at Denny's and then we stopped at a bar for a few drinks. We ended up having several. I was driving and when I took Shala home she insisted that I come in for coffee. We had a few more drinks instead and then she took my keys away from me and had her brother drive me home." "The one who was after you like a thirsty man after water?" "Yes. He drove me home and helped me into the house and then I put on a pot of coffee and we sat and talked for a while and then he left." "Did he try to take advantage of you while you were under the influence?" "He tried." "And?" "Oh come on! I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself." There was a long pause and then Elaine said, "He did get a couple of feels and a couple of kisses before I made him leave." I said nothing for a moment or so and then I said, "Well, I'll be home tomorrow around three. I call you tonight" and we said our good-byes. That night I called again several times and got no answer. When I boarded my flight to go home I was not the same cocky, "Sure go ahead and try to fuck my wife because I know she won't go for it" guy I was after my confrontation with Shala and her brothers. I stopped by the office on my way home from the airport and found a message waiting for me from my detective friend. I called him and he told me that he had something for me and to drop by his office. When I got there he pushed a box across the desk to me. "If the question ever gets asked on how you got these keep my name out of it. They got laws against sneaking into other peoples apartments and houses." "Mums the word Mike." "I could get you some good money for those tapes. You could have a second career as a porn star if you wanted." "No thanks Mike. Do you think you got it all?" "That I can't promise. They each have their own apartment and they each had a copy. I think I got it all, but I can't be sure. For all I know they might have a copy in a safe deposit box. How bad do you want to stick it to these guys?" "What do you mean?" "They taped their little talk with you, probably so they could cover their asses if you would have decided to call the law. It contains some pretty incriminating stuff and you could use the tape to go after them on blackmail charges." "No, I couldn't do that. If I did Elaine would be bound to find out and that is what this is all about - keeping her from knowing." "Well how about this then. I ran a Wants and Warrants check on all three of them. The woman came back clean, but both men have paper on them. They skipped bail in Kansas City on an armed robbery beef. I can drop a line to a few people I know and they will be picked up in a heartbeat." "That might be the way to go. Let me sleep on it." I was home when Elaine got home from work and I asked her why she hadn't been home to take my call the night before. "I was home sweetie, but I had a headache and I was beat. I took three Advil, unplugged the phone and went to bed." The next morning Shala stopped by my office and dropped a tape on my desk. "For your viewing pleasure white boy" she said and then she turned and left. Our conference room has a TV/VCR set up in it and I took the tape and went down the hall to it. I hung the "Conference In Progress" sign on the door and then I went inside and locked the door. The first scene had the date of the first night I was gone and the time 10:15. It showed Elaine in a strange bedroom, naked and on her knees sucking the black cock of Shala's brother Anton. After a minute of slurping on Anton's log Elaine got up and moved over to the bed and spread her legs wide. "Come on over here baby and show me what a black cock is like." I shut off the tape and took it back to my office and put it in my briefcase. I told the receptionist that I was going to pay a call on a client and I left and headed on home. Elaine wouldn't be home from work until six and that would give me plenty of time to view the tape. I put the tape in our VCR and rewound it to where Elaine invited Anton to show her what a black cock was like and then I settled down on the couch to watch my faith in my wife be blasted all to hell. For the next forty minutes I sat and listened to Elaine make all the noises that I knew only too well as Anton fucked her three times and she sucked his cock once more. When they were done and were lying next to each other on the bed Elaine said, "I can't believe that I just did this. This is the first time I've ever cheated on my husband." "Why did you?" "I don't know. Maybe just to see what it would be like." "See what it is like to cheat?" "That and to see what it would be like to have sex with a black man." "So how was your first black experience?" "Well, since I don't plan on making a habit of it I don't suppose that I have to be gentle where your ego is concerned. It was a good fuck and there was a little extra zip on the emotional side caused by the black/white taboo thing and the knowledge that I was cheating, but all in all I'd have to say that my husband is a better lover." "Hey, don't hold back, tell me how you really feel." "Right now I feel content." "What happens if your hubby finds out?" "A big screaming match, but not much else. He has been cheating on me for years. I know of at least six women he has been to bed with and I'd bet that the actual number is at least three times that. If he says anything to me I'll just throw it all back at him." "And you stay with him?" "What can I say? I love the asshole." "Since you say you aren't going to make this a habit, got time for one more before you go?" "Honey, we are both here, both naked, I have no one at home to rush back to and there is no sense in wasting the night. I have time for as many more as you can get it up." "You willing to help a little?" Elaine giggled and said, "Sure baby, just bring that licorice stick up her to my mouth" and then the screen faded to black. After a second or so another scene came up. The time and date on the bottom of the screen was the next night, the night Elaine was supposed to have been too drunk to drive herself home. This time it was in our bedroom and it started out pretty much as the first scene, but in the middle of the second fuck Shala's other brother Emile, the one playing as her husband, entered the picture. Elaine's eyes were closed and her head was rolling from side to side to side as she moaned, "Push it in harder baby, harder" and she wasn't aware that Emile was in the room until his weight came up on the bed. When she opened her eyes and saw him she said, "Wha...what are you doing he..." and the rest of her sentence was lost as Emile pushed his cock in her mouth. Elaine tried to pull away, but Emile had her head in both hands and he held her in place. After maybe a minute of struggling Elaine gave up the fight and for the next three hours both men took turns on her, sometimes singly and sometimes both together. Once she had one in her pussy and one in her ass. Elaine was on her hands and knees with Anton in her mouth and Emile in her ass when the scene changed. The time and date on the bottom of the screen showed that this footage was shot the night before - the night Elaine supposedly had a headache and went to bed early. Elaine might have gone to bed early, but she hadn't gone to bed alone. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Elaine was on our bed with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and all of them were black. And then the camera panned the room to show five more naked black men, all stroking hard cocks as they waited for their turn at the white slut on the bed. The remaining tape showed all eight of the men fucking Elaine in various positions and combinations. The tape ran out and I sat there staring at a blue screen and wondering how I could have been so wrong in my belief that Elaine would never fall for their game. But fall she did and in a big way. From her first cheating experience to black gangbang whore in seventy-two hours and I was not at all happy about it. Shala said it would be her brothers and nothing was ever said about gangbangs. Five minutes after the tape had ended I heard Elaine pull into the garage. She came into the house, walked over and bent down and kissed me. "Can we eat a late dinner lover. What I'm really hungry for we have to go to the bedroom to take care of." "Feeling a little deprived over the last three days?" "You bet lover, and I want to play catch up." It was amazing to me. She had been taken repeatedly by eight men the night before and I would have expected her to find some excuse to avoid me because she had to be real loose down there, but she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She wasn't as tight as I was used to, but she wasn't real loose either. As I pumped into her I wondered if she was looking up at me and wondering if I could tell what she had been up to. I wondered if she cared if I found out and I wondered if she was going to stop now that I was home. I was sitting in Shala's office the next morning when she got to work. She grinned at me as she sat down behind her desk. "Morning white boy. How did you like the entertainment? Or are you another one of those sore losers?" "Why the gangbang? It was only supposed to be your brothers." "No sweetie, it was always going to be a gangbang or three, but we never told you that." "But why?" "Simple white boy. One of the things my family suffered was the indignity of the white owners and plantation overseers taking our women at random, fucking them until they either got tired of them or got them pregnant and then discarding them like they were damaged goods. Quite a few of the women in my family had half-white bastards and the plan was always to get even for that. The more black cocks pouring sperm into your wife, the greater the chance that she will get pregnant. That was always the plan white boy, turn them into black cock loving whores and get them pregnant. If it will ease your mind any your wife wouldn't have done the second or third night except we laced her drinks with Ecstasy. She really did intend to only do it the one time." "Well, you lose on the first part of your plan. Elaine had her tubes tied five years ago so there won't be any little half-breeds running around my house. The other part will probably fail also. It doesn't sound like she is on her way to becoming a black cock loving whore, not if you have to drug her to make it happen." "Think not? Let us just see." She picked up the phone and punched in a number. "Elaine? Hi baby. Just calling to see if we can get together tonight." Pause. "Well call him and see if you can come up with an excuse for him." Pause. "No baby, just Anton and my husband tonight." Pause. "Okay, call me back when you know." She hung up the phone, "Better hurry down to your office white boy. I think you may be getting a call from your wife soon." Ten minutes later I got a call from Elaine. "Honey, I'm just calling to let you know that I have to work late tonight. We have some reports that we have to get out by noon tomorrow." "How late?" "I'll probably be home by eleven. Don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. I love you baby. Think about me. Bye." I hung up the phone and then stared at it for several minutes and then I picked it up and made a call. At four-thirty I walked down the hall to Shala's office. "I'm here to take you up on your offer." "And that was?" "You said I could fuck you as long as your brothers were fucking my wife." "I did say that, didn't I? Okay, when?" "The office clears out at five. How about right here on your desk at five-fifteen?" "Why here?" "Because I want a piece of that hot brown body and I don't want to wait and you have to hurry home to be there when Elaine gets there." "I must say that you are taking this a whole lot better than any of the others did." "Well, my wife said she knew I was running around on her and she never did anything to stop me from having my fun so why should I ruin hers? How about I walk in here at five-fifteen and find you spread wide and waiting for me." "You got it white boy." At five-fifteen I walked into Shala's office and found her spread out on her desk waiting for me. I closed the door behind me and walked over and looked down at her. I just stood there looking until she said, "Well, aren't you going to fuck me?" "I just did sweetie." "What are you saying?" "It's like this sweetie" and I told her about Mike and what he had done for me. "It's a funny thing about cops sweetie, even retired ones, they always want to know a little bit more. Mike ran a Wants and Warrants check on you and your brothers. You came up clean, but your brothers have been bad boys. It seems that they skipped bail on an armed robbery charge in Kansas City. If you had played straight with me and held your little game to what you told me in the beginning all would have been okay. A deal is a deal and I would have lost fair and square. But you pissed me off with the Exstasy, gangbang and pregnancy shit sweetie and I don't get mad I get even. I called Mike and he called some friends of his on the force. He called me fifteen minutes ago to let me know that both of your brothers have been picked up and are in custody. Kansas City has been advised of the arrest and it sure looks to me like your brothers are going to do some time in prison. It looks like the white folks have fucked over your family again. I'm not sure sweetie, but if you are still keeping score I think my side is still ahead." I turned and walked out of her office and headed on over to her place so I could be there when Elaine showed up to work on those reports she had to get out by tomorrow.