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The Ultimate Sacrifice

By: The Avenger



Prologue

It was high noon in the small town in Oregon. The sun was beating down on empty streets. There was a trickle of traffic. Everyone was probably in the shade somewhere, sipping a cool drink. 

Joey's diner, a small, cozy, place was sparsely populated. Joey, the owner and Bartender was behind the bar, wiping glasses. Two men sat at a table, both wearing suits. The first was Rick, a handsome blond in his mid thirties. The other was a stocky, bearded man in his fifties. He was Andrew, the District Attorney. Rick was toying with his glass of whiskey. Andrew was pissed.

"Goddammit Ricky-boy! How the hell can you commit check fraud? That's a fucking federal offense. You wanna go to jail?" He sneered, like he wanted to smack him.

"I will have the checks covered by the end of the month! I swear Andy. Please, just give me a chance," Rick whined.

"Listen boy, we are talking incarceration here. Now I was your old man's friend. So I am stalling things a bit. But there is only so much I can do boy. You don't sort this mess out in 2 weeks, you are going to the clink, buddy," he said emphatically, downed his glass, and stood up. "Sort that shit out fast, pardner!"

Andrew dropped a note on the table, patted Rick's shoulder, picked up his briefcase and walked out. Rick looked like a hunted, desperate man. He nursed his drink, looking after Andrew. Then he downed his glass fast. He looked at the note Andrew had left. Shrugging, he pulled out his wallet, took out a few coins, laid them on the table and pocketed the note in. The bartender saw this and sneered, thinking, "What a cheap skate and an asshole." 

Chapter 1

As Rick got into his beat up car, he cursed the bad luck of the last years that had brought him into his miserable situation, where he, a thirty five year old man, was facing jail. Hell, there was just no way he could pay back the money.

Rick blamed the world, but truth be told, he was responsible for his own mess. Rick had always been a big talking, kind of shit-for-brains young man with ambitions to get rich. Where as some people had noble causes to desire wealth, Rick lusted after the fast life; fast cars, fast women, and the envy and admiration of his peers. 

Though of average intelligence, Rick had always managed to get by quite well on his looks, charisma and wit. He was a tall, handsome fellow, with short, blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled with an intelligence that he didn't possess He had broad shoulders, a deep chest and an athletic body. He knew how to charm and flatter people, especially women, and make them feel like they were special to him. Then he would use them to his advantage.

Rick studied business and then worked for a big distribution firm named Jerry's for 5 years. The young blond never quite made it far up the ladder in the company. He might have fooled some people some of the time, but one old hound was on to him, and that was Old Jeremiah, the company owner. Jeremiah was someone who knew the hearts of men, and he realized that Rick was just an ass licker; all charm, all talk but little substance. Therefore, he black listed the blond. 

Rick was very frustrated when he was passed for promotion, yet again. He was mad at Liza, his 54 year old department head. She had reassured him so often that he would get it this time, during the nights he spent wither, helping her live out her kinky fantasies. It was something he had done many times, charming women, seducing them, getting what he was after, be it cash or something else that gave him an advantage, and then ditching them when he didn't need them. 

Liza was so kinky however, it surprised him. She was into getting her mature, married pussy licked out thoroughly, and she liked to sit on his face and feed him her ass. She had surprising stamina for a woman her age and she use his young, handsome body for her own pleasure, leaving him wrecked and worn out. 

So Rick was real pissed when she failed to deliver. He started talking that, "You used me, you slut!" shit to her.

Liza got pissed off with him finally and told him she had done her best, but Jeremiah would never promote him until he changed his ways, stopped using his charm and body, and started using his brains and working hard. 

"I know it might sound strange, but could you stop thinking with your dick for a change!"

Rick changed his strategy, calmed her down, let her use him. Then he asked if he could have a soft loan, of 100K. She looked and she laughed and she smacked his firm, taut ass. Then she said she could lend him 50 bucks for gas, but that was it. For Rick, this was like small change pimping. He started making plans to black mail her. When he tried, she laughed and said her husband had been made impotent by an accident and had no problems with her messing around with pretty, young studs. 

Rick was dating a girl named Gayle. She was just his type of woman, tall, slim, blond and pretty. She was kind of shallow, the type of woman that is there to be seen, but not be heard. Back in high school, she had always come up short with the books, but had never been short on looks. Rick loved to be seen with her. And he loved to decorate her with jewels and diamonds and sexy clothes, put her on his elbow, drive her around in his fancy car, to fancy places, and then take her home, unwrap her like a Christmas gift and worship her slim, blond body.

However, she was a high maintenance broad and she was burning a hole in his wallet. And he had been spending too much anyway, already banking on the pay rise he would get in lieu with the promotion. The promotion that never was.

Rick knew he had to find a way of making more money soon. He said it was about time he set up his own company and showed them all. He would put Jerry's out of business. Gayle was sipping imported sparkling wine and toying with his cock, telling him she believed in him and supported him all the way. As he told her his big plans, she was nodding and moaning, from between his thighs, sucking his dick nice and slow, just how she liked it.

Not that Gayle understood most of what he said or cared one way or the other. If Rick was successful, that meant more money for her. She would marry him and have a couple of kids, so that when they divorced, she would be insured of a lot of money. If he failed, well, tough luck. He would have to get out of her life. She was fond of him, he was handsome and could make love, and she loved the way he worshiped her and lavished her with gifts, expensive gifts that made her feel good. But if he was broke, she could stand that, broke men (and that included anybody not in the high tax bracket) upset her and fouled up her mood. There were several other rich men in town with money. She would find herself one or the other, married or single, it didn't matter. In fact, married men were the best. All they wanted was a sexy, hot little blond play thing, way under forty, saying, "All I need is a man to support me." 

Drunk on his ego, self overestimation and greed for money he was sure he would make, Rick went to work, told Old Jeremiah and Liza, "Fuck you!", quit his job and set up his own company. He managed to sweet talk and steal several clients from his old firm. However, three problems led to his ruin; first, he was spending more time partying with Gayle than working, and second, he was not as good as he thought, but was too stingy to employ someone else, and third, he was always trying to cut corners and cheat clients and everyone else he worked with.

His debts started piling up and clients left him. Money got tight. He tried to borrow some money from Gayle and she looked, and she laughed and she kicked his ass, all the way out of the door. 

In fact, the only good thing to come out of his company was that he met Pam. 

And it was Pam he was thinking of as he drove to his office. Pam always knew what to do. But she would freak out, if she found out that he had been issuing rubber checks behind her back. For he had not spent the money on or with her. Hell, he had always told gullible, loving Pam that he was going on business, around the state, but instead had caught flights to places like Vegas, gambling, visiting and big spending in tit bars, partying with foxy women, basically, living the life he so desired, the life of a dashing, handsome, wealthy, young man.

Rick started thinking fast, for he had to come up with some lies. Pam really believed in him. He did not want to disappoint her. Or piss her off.

Chapter 2

In a fancy restaurant across town, the place was bustling with lunch time customers. Waiters buzzed around busily, taking and delivering orders. Pam walked in through the doors and looked around, searching for someone. Pam was a pale, busty brunette of thirty. Her mane of dark, curly hair cascaded halfway down her back. She had a pleasant face, devoid of makeup. Her eyes were light green, with tiny shards of light brown, and they were big and glass. She had a cute, small nose and thick, full, pouting pink lips. She wore a white, long sleeved shirt, a small, striped, light gray vest and matching, striped, gray pants and high heels. She had a pair of thick, full breasts, a tapering waist, wide, curvy hips and a thick, round ass. Her thighs were strong and full and juicy. She was not slim or fat, but had a very curvy, solid, feminine body. Her fingers were not manicured, and she wore no make up and no jewelry, except for her wedding band. Her clothes fit her nicely, but they had a worn look to them. You could see that she did not have that much money at her disposal.

Pam spotted the woman she was meeting for lunch, Gayle, sitting at window side table, looking out at the deserted street. She observed her for a few seconds, her face not really lighting up at all.

Gayle was a pretty, tall, slim blond. She looked like a Barbie doll. She had long, curly blond hair, that framed a pretty face, with smooth, deeply tanned skin. Her brows were trimmed and arched, and neat, light turquoise shadow was on the lids of her eyes, matching her oval shaped, pretty, pale blue eyes. A diamond sparkled in a nostril of her long, cute nose. Her pouting lips were a glossy, cherry red. Large, silver earrings with diamonds hung from her ears and she wore a matching necklace and bracelet,both studded with diamonds. She wore a sleeveless, turquoise, backless, silk halter top, with deep front and a playboy bunny that smiled from below her thick, round breasts that looked awesome on her slim frame. 

Half of Gayle's toned belly was exposed by her short top, and a diamond brooch was gleaming from her navel. She had a waist like a wasp and slim, curvy hips. The shoe lace waist straps of her turquoise thong were cutting into her hips and disappearing tantalizingly into her tight, blue jeans. The tight jeans outlined her hips, and long, supple thighs and shapely legs. Her feet were in boots. Her hands are manicured. A golden wedding ring sparkled on one of her fingers. Gayle had the body of a model, with a little more ass, for she had a round, juicy butt that was pushing out, as she leaned forwards, her elbows resting on the table as she sipped wine from a glass and chatted on her cell phone. 

Gayle was thirty, just like Pam, but could have passed for early to mid twenties, for cosmetic surgery had gotten rid of her wrinkles, as well as given her much bigger breasts and fuller lips.

Pam strolled to Gayle, who saw her and waved. Pam didn't wave back and she gave a forced smile. She and Gayle had grown up together. They had been great friends till their early teens, then Pam had withdrawn from Gayle, for she disapproved of her new tendencies. Gayle had decided to get by on looks, manipulating men, and turning into a shameless conniver, gold digger and user of men. Not only had Pam found this shameless, but she had also been shocked and disgusted at Gayle's lack of guilt.

And Pam had had to endure some terrible pain due to Gayle. Gayle had stolen the love of her life, several years earlier, a guy named Andrew. In fact, Andrew had shown Pam what lowly dogs men could be. She had supported his way through college, working two jobs. And what had he done when he graduated and started moving up in the world of management. He had dumped her for Gayle. To be honest, Gayle had stolen him away- She had used her pretty looks and whoring skills to seduce Andrew. They got married with pomp, as Pam nursed a nasty heart break. They had had two children over the years, with Andrew rising into top management and providing Gayle, his housewife, with a lavish lifestyle that she liked to show off with. Then Andrew had started suffering from severe burn out and a midlife crisis. He had taken to heavy drinking and gotten fired from work. Gayle was now having to work in a hotel as a desk clerk, to support her drunkard husband and kid. And Pam had no sympathy for her.

Pam loathed Gayle, and had only agreed to meet her for lunch because Gayle said she had a lucrative business proposal, and she was buying. Gayle held her hand up as she finished her call.

"All right hon, gotta go now. Just make sure you keep it nice and hard for me. Oil it a bit, with that scented stuff, I like it when it gleams and tastes like oranges. See you. Hi hi hi." 

Pam was kind of shocked but she caught herself. 

"Hi there Gayle," Pam said with no warmth in her voice as she pulled her chair.

"Oh-h-h-h, hi hon! Good to see you!" Gayle said in her typical sweet voice, shaking Pam's hand as if they were very close friends.

"Your panties are showing," Pam said.

"Oh its all right. Let them look. Besides, my man likes me to dress like this. He is a lil dirty!" Gayle chuckled dirtily.

Pam did her best not to groan and roll her eyes.

"What do you want?" Pam asked, getting impatient.

"Lets eat something first. Pick whatever you want, money is not a problem."

Pam decided to really stick the knife into Gayle and ordered a glass of the most expensive wine, as well as the most meal and dessert. But Gayle did not even flinch. Pam was impressed by Gayle's apparel, jewelery and generosity, and she became curious, for she knew that Gayle and her husband, Andrew were having severe financial problems. As they were in the middle of lunch, she asked her if she had won the lottery. 

Gayle laughed gaily, and then leaned in and asked her if she could keep a secret. Pam nodded. Gayle lowered her voice, leaned in close, and told her that indeed, she had, sort of. She had a wealthy lover, that she was seeing secretly, behind her husband's back, and he was very generous, looking after her very well. Pam gasped. She couldn't believe that Gayle was not even ashamed. She had not changed one bit.

"But Gayle! You cant cheat on Andrew! He loves you! How could you do this to him!" Pam nearly wailed.

"Lower your voice. And fuck Andrew. I will kick that loser out on his lazy ass one of these days, I swear. He just spends his day lounging before the TV and drinking. I have to pay his and the children's way. What would I do, if I hadn't met Don. He is so understanding, and so generous. And so good to me."

"So, who is this Don guy?"

"Oh, he is a from New York. He is setting up business here in town."

"Are you divorcing Andrew for him then?"

"No. We have this arrangement. He will look after me. And whenever he comes to town, I will make myself available for him. I will also fly out to him in New York of course. And we will do a little jet setting to some nice locations now and then." 

"Ugh!!!!" Pam gurgled. She seemed to get desperate. "But Gayle, at least if you like him, then break up with Andrew and date him openly."

"Oh no, we cant do that. Not here, in town. He is a Nigger! What would people say about me?"

"What! You are having an affair with a Nigger!" Pam was flabbergasted.

"Lower your damn voice! He is very rich. And he knows how to keep a woman happy. And give her all the finer things in life."

"So you are just using him for his money!"

"Its a mutually satisfying deal. I get what I want, he gets access to my alluring body. He really loves to have a white woman like me," she gave a naughty smile, "And Pam, he has a nice, big, strong, beautiful black cock and that man can make love, I tell you! Sex with him is awesome! And he is not uptight, I mean, you want, I can set it up for you to try him out some time."

"What!" Pam looked so scared Gayle feared she might run away. "I love my husband, and second, I never would ever stoop so low as to whore, especially not with those people! How could you, Gayle! Stoop so low as to become a shameless nigger whore!" Pam was really outraged by now.

"Pam. Still a naive square!" Gayle chuckled meanly. "Look at you, Ms good, clean and wholesome. Maybe I am a nigger whore, as you put it. But look at you and then look at me. You like a heifer wrapped up in sacks..." Gayle broke off and just laughed.

Pam was irritated. And disgusted with Gayle.

"Sorry Gayle, I didn't mean it like that. Listen, I have to rush back to work. Thanks for the invitation..."

"Sit down. I told you on the phone that I have a proposal for you."

Gayle then told Pam that she could get her rich black lover to award Pam and her husband, Rick's company a lucrative contract. 

"We are talking millions here, Pam. And its easy like stealing candy from little brats."

"Hold on, I mean. Are you serious? Rick and I would need to know more, so we could..." Pam was excited and jittery...

"Relax Pam," Gayle said, leaning closer. She lowered her voice, "Its easy baby. Jerry's already sent him their contract bid. I can copy it for you and mail it to you. All you have to do is underbid them a bid. And I will work on Don. I got him wrapped around my little finger. It should be pretty easy for you to win the contract. But I want my twenty percent, alright?"

Pam became so nervous and uneasy, and sat squirming in her chair. Her voice was almost a whisper. "But this is illegal, Gayle. And its dishonest."

"Gees Pam. Don't be naive! Where the hell has honesty gotten you and Rick? Your clothes look like shit. You are in debt up to your ears. You live like a bunch of starving trailer trash rednecks. This is the golden opportunity here. Take it!" she finished firmly.

"I will discuss it with Rick."

"Listen Pam, I want your word that I will get my twenty percent. And tell Rick if he tried to fuck me over, I will fix him real bad." Gayle was now quite pissed off.

"Hey, why are you talking down on my husband. I mean, don't blame him when it is your fault that things did not work out."

"What#s that supposed to mean. What is that ass hole saying?"

"Well, you cheated on him, with some elderly man. He was heart broken when I met him, Gayle."

"Listen, Rick was stealing money from wallet and using my credit cards. Your husband is an asshole that would sell his mom for ten bucks!"

"No! He is not!"

"Believe what you want. I want your word Pam. Will I get my twenty percent."

Pam was confused, angry, and feeling woozy from all the information that Gayle was pumping into her head, illegal contract bids, accusations against her husband... But she took a deep breath, pushed all emotions out of her mind and looked firmly at Gayle, all business now.

"All right Gayle, assuming that we do take you up on your offer, its like this, you brought the deal, but we do all the work. Therefore, we will give you ten percent of the income in the first year. And that is it."

They haggled a bit and settled for fifteen. 

"I will take care of Don, I got him under control. He really loves to make me happy," Gayle winked deviously. "And I am really getting fond of him."

"But, dammit Gayle! How can you live with yourself?" Pam couldn't help it. The words just exploded out of her.

"Oh," Gayle opened her wallet. It was filled with bills. "I love some things about him," she said, as she peeled out a hundred and laid it on the table. "It pays to be nice but its nice to pay." 


The Ultimate Sacrifice



Pam was disgusted and maddened. She hated whores, especially shameless ones like Gayle, who gave decent women a bad name. She felt a strong desire to hurt her.

"Make sure nobody finds out, Gayle. Folks around town might not cotton to you being a Nigger whore!"

For a second, Gayle's eyes blazed ferociously. Then she broke into a smile. It was a sweet, pretty smile, but Pam thought she saw something evil shining in her eyes.

"I will set up a meeting, just make sure you don't fuck up. Then you will finally have some money, and you can buy some nice clothes, get that hair and nails done and get some liposuction too, my dear!"

Pam flushed deeply and her eyes blazed. "I'm happy with my body as it is."

"If you insist," Gayle snickered, turning up her nose. "Just don't forget my twenty percent! Twenty, not fifteen, or I will find someone else. Talk to Rick. He is the smart one of you two." Gayle stood up, nodded and left.

As Gayle made her way to her drop top, pink sports car, that she was renting and her lover was paying for, a nasty smile deepened on her pretty face. She had really felt insulted form the way Pam had looked at her. She wanted revenge. 

Initially, Gayle had the idea to get Pam and Rick awarded the contract so she could earn some money on the side, without working for it. But now, she couple another mission to the deal. She would show Pam that everyone whored, when the price was right. She would talk to Don. Her black lover was kinky and had a nasty streak. Sure, he would not object, to enjoying Pam and using her like a slut, as part of the deal. 

As Gayle cruised away in her car, she laid a hand in her lap and squeezed herself between the legs to relieve an itch. Her dripping, moist pussy squelched. Gosh. She was horny. And her nasty plans were making her even hornier. Gayle had no illusions. For Don, she was just his playmates. Sure, he fucked other women. She didn't care, as long as he fucked her good and spent money on her. But Gayle would care if he fucked Pam. She would care a lot. She would love to see the look on Pam's cum covered face when she walked in and said,

"How did you like that big, fat, black nigger cock, Pamela hon?"

Chapter 3

Pam sat back in her chair in the office she shared with her husband and boss, Rick. He was not really her boss. She owned half the company, at least, due to deferred salaries and hundreds of hours of unpaid over time. 

Not that he was complaining. Pam was satisfied. They had a few contracts, and they could service their loans, pay their bills and afford themselves an OK lifestyle. Things had looked very different, when she first started working for Rick.

Rick was twenty eight then and Pam was 24. Due to temping for years, she had a lot of experience with office work, from doing books to management and logistics. It did not take to realize that Rick was not a good book keeper, officer manager or even business manager for that matter. The only thing Rick really was good at was acquisition, for he was a smooth talker, a charmer and a confident salesman. 

Pam fell for Rick's charms. She felt affection towards him, the handsome, charming blond. She saw some good in him. He treated her well, charmed her and made her feel special.

Pam had a complex about her curvy, feminine body, especially after her ex, and the love of her life, Andrew left her for Gayle, the type of tall, slim blond that was always in the media. She rode horses and even took aerobics regularly, which made her body very fit, but she could not get rid of the curves and her thick, round, apple bottom.

Rick was so much in the red he could not even pay her. Pam took a job in a restaurant in the evenings and worked in the day time for Rick, putting her heart into the company. 

Pam always liked difficult challenges and though not very highly educated, she was smart and resourceful. 

She split up the work so that she took care of the office and managed the business and Rick acquired clients. Slowly, they paid off Rick's debts and got the company financially solid.

Initially, Rick was only charming to Pam because he needed her. Pam did not aspire to model proportions, and that was a no, for Rick. He only dated tall, slim, pretty girls, preferably blond and blue eyed.

However, Pam really brought a change in his life. He noticed that she was a good woman. She was hard working, unlike the gold diggers he dated usually. She believed in him and encouraged him to get the best out of himself. And she managed to maneuver him out of his troubled waters.

Rick began to appreciate her and she grew on him. They started dating and then they moved together. They got married after two years of dating. On the day that she met Gayle for lunch, Pam had been married to Rick for five years. 

From the start it was a love and business relationship. They spent practically the whole day together, at the office. She was his secretary, manager, advisor, pillar of support and loving wife all in one. Pam was a very loyal, upright and respectable person. 

Their sex life was good. Pam was very shy and prudish, but Rick was experienced in bed. In the beginning, they used to make love often, but as time went on, and the work load kept increasing. She had to put in long hours at work and he had to travel a lot on business. The sex became less and less. They still enjoyed sleeping with each other but they were lucky if they even did it 5 times in a month. That was the price one had to pay.

Pam was however not complaining. One or two more years and she and her husband would be doing finely, financially. Then she would employ someone else for the office, and they would have children. She wanted to bear Rick two or three children.

As she thought back to Gayle, and the lunch, Pam snorted. She decided she would say no to her offer. She did not want to be involved with her filth. She and Rick had come this far without cutting corners. But she would tell Rick, just to hear what he said. And she would ask him about the lies Gayle was telling about him.

Chapter 4

As Rick cruised along in his car, his thoughts were centered on Pam. What would he say to her. Rick felt so guilty and cursed himself. Gosh! Why had he been so stupid. And how could he face the disappointment in his wife's eyes.

Rick had been very satisfied for a while, but as the business started making money, the old dog was tempted by his old ways. He was becoming somebody again, somebody with money. And Pam started looking less attractive to him. She had a curvy body, and wide hips thick, round ass. Rick started planning that when they really made money, he would make sure she went to some cosmeticians, to get that fixed. And his sex life with her began to seem kind of boring. She did not know how to suck dick properly. And she was not into wild, kinky things, being too shy, really. 

Rick felt guilty, as he lapsed back into his old ways. 

He started playing Mr Big spender when he was out of town. And he cheated on his wife with a hot, slim, young blond, after taking her out in a town far from home, and spending loads of money on her and lying to her about his personal wealth.

At first, it was just a little, but the little got too little, so the little got more and more. Then Rick had opened a secret credit card and check account and gradually lost control over it. That was when he started issuing rubber checks. And now he was in shit. He did not have the money. Their company did not have it, and no bank would lend him the money. He saw the barred doors of jail beckoning.

Suddenly, Rick felt a sharp pang of pain. What would happen with Pam if he was locked up for several years. Would she wait for him or move on, after all the disappointment. Rick's eyes suddenly became very moist as he realized that Pam was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he loved her very much. He knew he didn't deserve a second chance, but he looked desperately at the clear, blue skies and said a silent whisper to the heavens above.

Rick parked his old, beat up, dusty Mazda pulled up in front of an office building. He climbed out, his brow knitted in worry and walked wearily to a door with a sign that said, "Bridges Distribution and Logistics"

Pam sat in the office, writing something on the computer and humming happily. She had opened the top buttons of her white shirt, exposing an ample amount of silky cleavage. As Rick entered, Pam became very merry.

"Hi darling. How did the meeting with the creditors go?"

Rick replied in a drab voice, "Bad. Real bad."

"Oh darling. Why? I mean, our figures are good."

"Ah, I am sure we can sort it out. Don't worry." He took a seat behind his computer, on the other side of her desk.

"Rick, I met Gayle for lunch today."

"Why did you meet up with that cunt!"

Pam told him. 

"Gayle is really sunk so low that I cant even believe it. Can you imagine she is sleeping with a black man, behind poor Andrew's back. Just for the money."

However, Pam saw no loathing in her husband's eyes.

"Lets do it. Gosh, why didn't you tell me soon as I walked in."

"Because we are not taking her offer. She can find someone else."

"What! Are you crazy? We have to take this deal."

"No. Its wrong and I hate Gayle. And she was saying bad things about you, that you used to steal from her. Rick, you should not even talk to that whore!"

"Listen Pam, we need this much more than you can imagine. I didn't tell you the full details. We are in shit! Deep shit!"

"What is it? I mean, its not like we are that heavily in debt."

"I am. Its some old stuff I had all but forgotten about. Now, someone bought that old debt and they are after me."

"How much?"

"About six hundred thousand," he rasped, exaggerating. It was only about 15, but still enough to have him locked up.

"What! Rick. How come I don't know about it?"

"I assumed it got written off. I am just as shocked as you are."

"Fuck!"

Pam was angry, sad, desperate and frustrated. She was so proud of all the hard work they had put into work, to manage to clear Rick's huge debts. Now this. Suddenly, something crossed her mind.

Rick ran desperately from around his desk. "Pam, please honey, I know you don't like shady stuff. But once we get this contract, its all legal. Please check your mails and see if she sent something."

there was a mail from Gayle. They both read it. Rick became all jittery...

"Oh my goodness. That would bring us at least three million dollars in a year. Of course we would have to invest a lot to boost our capacity. But heck, we can pay off the debt and have a good life."

"Rick, I am not sure about this."

"Call up Gayle, set up a meeting and tell her she can have her twenty percent. Of the net though."

Pam was not too happy as she called Gayle. Gayle said she would call back.

Rick was all excited. Initially, he felt relief that he might just pay off his debts and avoid jail. Then he started dreaming, of all that money coming in. He would finally have the good life. He would be wealthy and successful. He would be somebody. He even shivered as he paced back and forth, encouraging Pam to work on their proposal for this man from out of town. Pam had said he was black, but Rick did not even care, as long as the color of his money was green. Hell, he did not even care that the black man was fucking Gayle. Though it did irk him a bit, for he had tried to fuck Gayle several times since their breakdown, and she always turned him down. And now she was giving it up to a Nigger. But hell, so what. Once the contract was secured, he could buy himself ten hos like Gayle, and get Pam worked on by some beauty surgeons. Hell he could have her looking ten times better than Gayle.

Chapter 5

It was a hot, cloudless, sunny afternoon. 

Gayle's sports car drove down a dusty road that split through cornfields. She slid to a stop near a rocky hill. The driver, Don, was a black man in his mid to late thirties. He had removed his shirt and the hot rays of the hot sun felt so good, soaking into his dark skin. His hair was cut very shot and he had a pleasant, handsome face with thick features. He was tall, handsome, dark and lean and athletic, his dark muscles very well defined and toned. He puffed casually on a joint, his dark eyes gazing at the cornfields. It was cornfields everywhere he looked, in all directions. Blond corn.

As blond, but probably not as smooth and silky as the blond hair he was running his fingers through. He took a deep puff, and then his gaze traveled down to the pretty face that was looking up at him from his lap. Gayle was laying on her side in her seat, facing him, her head on his lap and his dick in her mouth, as she stroked and suckled on the thick, dark man meat. One long leg was tucked in under her and the other was raised and draped over the door of the drop top. Her jeans were open, hanging half way down her long, supple thighs. He had eased her thong off her shaved pussy and was stroking and fingering her engorged, glistening pink pussy casually, making her roll her hips as she sucked him just how he liked it, nice and slow.

"Oh yes Gayle. Get it girl. Get that dick. Nice and slow. Lean back on your heels so I can see that pretty face while you eat that black cock!"

"Mmmm!" Slurp! "Mmmm- uhhh-uhhh..." Gayle moaned with relish, in a soft, husky voice as she jerked Don's big, thick, veined black shaft that was all slick from the drool of her pretty mouth that was wrapped around the thick, bulbous head, a hot, engorged dick head, that was filling her mouth to bursting. 

"You nasty! Lets climb up that hill and chill a bit. Take a rug or something, so you can kneel at my feet and deep throat this motherfucker. You love it in your throat, don't you!"

"Yessss!" she rasped in a throaty voice, smiling and stroking his cock, eying it greedily. "But what will you say to my husband if you burst my windpipe?"

"Fuck him. Take off your jeans and that wet t-shirt. But keep the heels on. We going for a walk up the hill."

"No! Don! Are you crazy!" she squealed. "Gosh, if some folk walk up to us, I cannot hide my nakedness. Everybody knows everybody around here, and the whole town will know about us in a second."

"What you worried about, that they will know that you are cheating on Andrew, or that you are fucking a nasty Nigga!"

"Both!" she chuckled. "They will lynch you!"

"Hell, let them try," he opened his glove compartment and took out his pistol. He was licensed to carry one.

"get naked and lets go bitch."

Within seconds, she was Gayle was naked, except for her lace, turquoise bra and matching tiny thong and high heels. Don was shirtless, holding up his longs, as the tall, leggy blond led him up the hill by his dick, holding a rug in the other. They had both put on cow boy hats by now.

As he gazed at her small, round ass and lithe, smoothly tanned body, Don remembered how he had started fucking Gayle. He had come into town on business and spotted her at the Hotel she worked. She was behind the desk, a pretty blond in a sexy uniform. She hadn't taken much notice of him at first. But he had seen her flirting openly with another hotel guest, some fat, balding, middle aged white dude in an expensive suit. 

For two days, she had not taken much note of him. Then he saw standing at the reception with the secretary of the company that he was negotiating with, concerning several contracts his firm wanted to give out. He saw the two women lean closer together and chat, about him obviously. 

Gayle was surprised when her friend informed her that the black man was very rich. She suddenly became interested in him. Gayle hated having to work the boring job in the hotel and support her husband and kids. She felt cheated. When she married Andrew, she thought she was set for life. Then he had to get burned out and start a mid life crisis. Gayle of course did not see that she was partly responsible, for having made him work like a slave to support her lavish tastes. 

All she felt was that she was cheated by Andrew. She had been playing with the idea of having a wealthy lover for a couple of weeks. At first, Don did not seem like a good prospect. He was black and she had never dated them. There weren't any in town, and folks did not hold much of them. But then she decided after a while that Don was all right. He was from out of town and wealthy. She could have an affair with him, visit him, take care of his sexual needs when he was around. As long as he was willing to spend, of course.

Her mind made up, Gayle had suddenly become very friendly to the black man. Don knew it was because she had found out that he was rich. Don had simple attitude to women, if they behaved like ladies, he treated them so, but if they behaved like gold diggers, he took them and used them like sluts. He could see big dollar signs in Gayle's eyes when he came to pick up his keys that evening. She told him in a seductive voice, that if he needed anything, to just call. 

Don did not like her character, but he liked her looks. He decided he could use a tall, slim pretty blond playmate to while up the time in town. And he would be dropping by to do business once in a while, so why not get himself a slut on stand by.

Then he asked her when she was knocking off and would she mind bringing a bottle of her favorite wine to his suite, for a couple of drinks. She said should go home to her kids and husband, but did not seem all that resolute about it. He gave her a tip of two hundred bucks in advance, saying that just a couple of hour wouldn't hurt, and she could buy her kids presents with the money. To him it was peanuts, but her eyes lit up. She said she would see what she could do.

An hour later, she was in his suite. They smoked joints and drank the expensive wine she had brought. He chatted with her a bit, letting her know that he was a wealthy, jet setting millionaire, and that he was single and looking for a nice lady companion. He saw her scheming eyes beginning to shine. When he asked her about her family, she started talking shit about her husband, saying he had lost his job and she had to pay his lazy way.

"Shit, that ain't the way to treat a lady. I would take very good care of you. Such a pretty woman like you, hell, I would give you the life you deserve. What type of car do you drive."

"Oh, a Ford Escort," she responded, with shame in her eyes.

"Listen, is there a nice car rental in town. Why don't you get me their number tomorrow, and I will call. You can pick up any car you wish to drive. If you like it, we will buy it for you."

"No! You couldn't."

"its not a problem. And I have nothing against your clothes, but maybe I can give you a little something to buy some jewels and nice clothes," he took two thousand dollars from his pocket and put it in her hands.

"No! I cant accept this. I am married, yunno."

"That is not a problem. You need a man who can take care of you, instead of that lazy bum. I think you would look fabulous in silk and lace. I like thongs, personally. You could shave the sides of your pussy and lips, I like it clean when I lick it." he was looking pointedly in her eyes. She blushed and as she held the money. 

"My goodness. You are direct and shameless aren't you?" she rasped.

"We are both grown folks. Now, if you and me get along, well, I will be in town like once in a month, and it would be great if we could get together. You can also fly out to visit me, first class of course, and we can go to some nice places together. And I will make sure you live good. You don't deserve to be working a desk in some hotel."

"I need to think about all this..." she rasped, not wanting to show him that she was already loving the idea. But she put the money in her pocket.

Since her marriage, Gayle had not cheated on Andrew, but she had used men for their money before in life. None of them had been this direct and upfront like this black man.




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"Listen, I am married and folk would go amok if they knew."

"Oh, don't worry. We will be discreet," he reassured her. "Now, lets see what you can do, my dear..."

Don puffed deeply on his joint and held it in as he moved to stand before Gayle, who was perching on the edge of the couch. He put the joint to her pouting, pink lips and she inhaled. They exhaled together, their drunk, stoned eyes locked. Don then reached for her pale face with a big, strong, black hand and stroked her cheek lovingly. The blond purred like a happy cat. He stroked her face and then her head, rubbing her scalp gently through her stringy, soft hair. He eased her onto his crotch and she nuzzled his bulge affectionately, sighing, purring and trembling. He looked down at her pretty face. Her eyes were closed and she had such a happy, contented look on her face as she rubbed her cheek, chin, nose and forehead into his bulge. Don opened his shirt and trousers and dropped them. She rasped as she saw his dark, defined, athletic body. 

He pulled his cock out of his briefs, gave it a couple of strokes and then rubbed the thick, excited, bursting head against her soft cheek. Gayle gasped as a thick, black snake filled her vision. She stared at his cock fixedly.

"Lick it! Lick the motherfucker!" Don groaned. Gayle stared stupidly at his cock. Don held her by the back of the head as his other hand brought his cock to her and rubbed his dick head against her soft lips, smearing it in. her soft lips parted ad he felt her hot breath. 

"Lick it baby. Lick it like a lolly!"

Then she licked the satiny head and shuddered as she tasted his musky manhood. He grabbed the shaft firmly and jerked it slowly as he eased it into her soft mouth. She moaned and trembled hard as he groaned from being engulfed in her wet warmness. 

"Fuck, Gayle, you look so hot with that black dick in your mouth, you whoring slut wife!" he chuckled.

She got pissed and tried to pull back. Don snorted and grabbed a wad of hair and wrapped it around his hand. She winced and he rapped her skull with his knuckles and told her to stop acting stupid. 

"Gayle, I don't play games, I wont pretend to be a just a friend giving you gifts. Fuck that. I like it on the table. You wanna be my whore, now show me you are a good whore. Suck that dick good, or give me back my money and get the fuck out!"

Gayle couldn't believe it! Who the hell did this black man think he was? How could he dare treat her like a whore! Her eyes blazed and for a second, she thought of leaving. But she decided she wouldn't pass this chance up.

"Listen, we can get together, but you have to treat me good," she said.

"All right baby. But you gotta suck me and fuck me good. Now, get that dick. Get that fucking big, black cock!" he rasped, easing it back into her mouth.

Keeping his thick, black cock embedded in her mouth, Don pulled her down on her knees before him. Then he held her in place and fucked her pretty face dizzy, in slow, deep, smooth thrusts.

"Yeah, suck on it, nice and gentle, wrap that mouth around me like a pussy. Ahhhh! Look up in my eyes while you suck that big Nigga cock. Suck the motherfucker good. Lemme hear you moan and slurp. There you go bitch! Get that black dick!"

Gayle soon found herself getting dreamy as she started bobbing and sucking. All the men she had had before had been fawning and submissive to her will. But the black man that towered over her was in charge. And she couldn't believe how arousing she found that, to let go and serve him, for his pleasure, sucking is big, fat, veined black cock, that was making her gaping jaw ache already. She moaned around his cock and suckled on it lovingly.

"Ahhhh! That's a good bitch!" Don groaned and grabbed her by the long, dark hair on the crown of her head and pumped her pretty face up and down, making her soft, sucking lips ride his shaft. It was beautiful. Gayle started stroking his hips and bobbing. He stopped moving and she rode his dick with her mouth. He gave her instructions, making her cup his big balls and stroke them as her other hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped and twisted. His cock was soon dripping wet with her drool.

"Yeah! That's good! You are getting better white bitch! 

He pulled it out, laid his cock on her forehead , wrapped his thumb and index around his sack and held up the thick balls for her to lap and kiss and suck on. She did such a good job he rewarded her by stuffing one thick ball after the other into her mouth and telling her to hum and slurp away like a good bitch.

Gayle couldn't believe how horny she felt. There was something so awesomely arousing about being used by the big dicked, dominant black man who was towering over her and using her like a cheap slut. She couldn't believe the perverted pleasure she was deriving. 

But the more he abused her, the more she loved it. When he shoved her head onto the edge of the couch, straddled her face and told her to eat his ass, she succumbed immediately. She was made to lick his sweaty ass crack clean. It took her by surprise when she found herself squeezing and stroking his powerful, taut black ass cheeks with her pale dainty fingers as she lapped up and down his crack with her tongue. 

Then he told her to pull them apart and tend to his ass hole. She was kind of inexperienced or slow or both, so he had to smack her face and teach her how to rim his hole. Then he made her stroke it lovingly with the tip of her tongue and coax it. She proved to be a fast learner and a natural talent. Soon, she was trembling and moaning as she eased her long, pointed tongue into his hole and started bobbing and slurping like he told her to. She did such a good job too, all eager and frenzied, desperate to please him.

Don sat on Gayle's face and got his ass licked a while, then he took a seat on the couch, sat way back, with his thighs parted. Gayle again proved to be kind of slow, she stared at him stupidly. Don grabbed the hot slut wife by the hair and pulled her onto her knees between his legs and told her suck. She smiled shyly and called him an unbelievable black monster. Then she scooped his cock up in her pale palms and licked it like a lolly. She got it all wet and shiny, then she vacuumed his tip into her mouth and started bobbing and moaning. Her mouth drooled tremendously as she sucked and slurped away greedily. 

Don's cock grew rigid and he had to pump his hips powerfully, to force his thick shaft in and out of her over stretched pink lips. Gayle went mad with lust as the biggest, fattest, tastiest, throbbing black cock she had ever seen pulsed and sloshed away in her mouth. She mewed and groaned and threw her face at his cock, sucking as hard as she could. 

The white girl seemed to have gone black cock crazy to Don. She had an intense, frenzied look on her face and her eyes were blazing madly as she threw her mouth recklessly at his cock, damn near knocking herself out. And she was moaning and shuddering away too. Don loved such pure passion. 

He grabbed grabbed her by the forehead, and held her still. 

"Suck it nice and hard but move slow baby. I love it nice and slow. Look into my eyes and stroke it, that's a good girl. Make love to it with your mouth, honey!"

His strong, powerful hand started pumping her head up and down as his hips rolled and pumped, nice and slow. Gayle moaned and sucked and chewed on his throbbing cock softly. She was drooling so much her shirt front was soaked. 

Don loved getting his dick sucked, obviously. He leaned back in his seat, groaning and writhing as he stroked her hair and pumped in and out of her, at his nice, slow rhythm. And Gayle loved it, every second and every little piece of thick, hard black cock that slid past her lips. 

Then he started growing tense and breathing in sharp gasps. It was then he grabbed her head firmly in both hands and started fucking the taste out of her mouth. 

He fucked her face hard, his hips pumping up and down lustily, sending his thick, laden balls slapping into her chin. He was now all frenzied, like a wild, beast running out of control. He was yanking on her hair and banging his cock with zeal and wanton abandon into her mouth. She knew her jaw and throat would be sore, but she was loving it, giving herself to him totally, being his good whore, to be used for his pleasure. 

Moaning and shaking with joy, she sucked and slurped away so loudly you would have thought a bunch of starving beasts were feasting away wetly. Don loved it so much. He zealously raised and slapped his thighs around her face, locking his feet together on her back. Her pretty, pale face was trapped between his powerful thighs and he used his powerful hand to throw her onto his meat as he shoved his cock into her throat. His cock was now so thick and rigid she thought her lips would burst and he was ramming and grinding it into her throat forcefully. She felt so exhilarated and sharp thrills coursed through her body. She sucked him as best as she could, with wild relish. 

Suddenly, his balls were exploding. He shoved his cock into her mouth with all his might, shoving the spongy head into her throat. Then his black snake was leaping and spitting cum like an angry cobra. The first nut shot straight to her belly. Then he pulled back and let her have the next two straight to the roof of her mouth. He then pulled it out, wanked it and shot several blasts into her pretty face. She was moaning and trembling and sucking desperately, as she experienced an orgasm from blowing him. 

As he stopped cuming, she eagerly grabbed his smeared, leaking cock and licked and sucked it clean.

She then went down and lapped his balls clean. Don groaned. He fired up another joint. When she had caught every drop of cum, Gayle started coming up, smiling.

"Did you enjoy that, hon?"

"Yep!"

"I enjoyed it too," she rasped, stroking his cock, gazing dreamily at it.

"I think you want more, Gayle. Lick my ass and it will get hard again fast."

"You are so naughty. Hi hi hi.."

He leaned back, raised his thighs and Gayle ate his ass dutifully and tongue fucked his ass hole. All that funky shit was making him hard and horny. 

He leaned back and gazed at her having fun with his dick. She was dedicated and enthusiastic. She would make a good whore. He let her blow his dick for ages. Then he stood up, towered over Gayle and fucked her face silly again, till he finally exploded in her throat, mouth and face again.

Don spent money on her and gave her cash for clothes, jewelery and so forth. The money was nothing for him, but she was something to look forward to. He made her suck his cock and lick his body for the next three days. And then he started fucking her. After a week, she knew exactly what he wanted and how to please him. And she was a fun slut, she would experiment around and play with him as she pleased him. Besides the money, he ate her pussy good and fucked her so good, pleasing her tight pussy and ass hole with his long, thick cock and making her cum. 

He did not see much guilt from her. In fact, it was not entirely his idea to get her husband involved in their dirty games. Gayle got rid of the kids one evening and she brought Andrew to Don. Gayle had made him shave, cut his hair and put on nice clothes and her handsome husband was looking good. 

Gayle then threatened her husband that he either moved out or accepted that his wife had a lover. Andrew was broke as a joke and had nowhere to go. He was smoking and drinking all the time, but he was not a violent person. They told him if he accepted their affair, he could have a good life, as long as he kept house and looked after the kids. Heck, Don would be generous and give him some pocket money. But if he said no, he would be out on the street and have to look after his sorry ass on his own. Andrew blushed and squirmed but he accepted.

Don and Gayle put Andrew in his place, dominating and insulting his loser, burned out ass. Then they fucked before him. Andrew took it and in fact, the whole situation seemed to arouse him. Don and Gayle made him eat the black man's cum out of his wife. Don then did something he liked doing to wimp husbands, he made Andrew suck his black cock and put it into his wife's ass and hold her cheeks apart as the black man pumped her tiny little hole full of black man meat. Then he pulled it out and made Andrew taste it.

From then Gayle was his slut and her husband was assisting his wife dutifully, and in fact getting into it. If he got to Don's suite before his wife, Don would just tell him to get started with the feast and make him suck him off till Gayle arrived, to squat over Don and ride his dick as her husband lapped her clit and sucked on Don's big, fat balls.

Chapter 6

Rick and Pam were sitting in their office, both waiting for the phone to ring. Rick was smirking as Pam tapped her fingers anxiously.

Then the phone rang, and Gayle said she had set things up. She told Pam that she should make herself look real good. She added she had to hang up because she needed to suck her lover's big black cock and get it all wet for her tight little pink ass. Pam gasped and nearly fainted. She lied to her husband that it was nothing and then hurried home to change and make herself presentable

"You nasty slut!" Don chuckled and smacked Gayle's ass cheeks as she tossed her phone onto the rug. He was sitting on a huge rock on the hill, the warm sun rays soaking him as his cock soaked in Gayle's wet pussy. The tall woman was on her feet, before him, bending over and grabbing her parted ankles as he held her hips and pumped her back and forth on his cock. He loved the sight of her taut, small ass and her long, putting pink pussy, that was gaping around his large cock.

Gayle had told him that her friend Pam had called her a nigger whore for seeing him. And she wanted him to fuck the bitch and treat her husband the way they had treated Andrew.

Don had said he would see. He didn't care really. He was not pleased with the guys at Jerry's and was thinking of canceling the whole thing. The people around here were kind of backward and not open to doing fair business with blacks. 

He would meet these friends of Gayle's had no problems with an open mind. If they were cool, then maybe they would in business. But if they acted funny, then he just might just follow Gayle's advice. Or just leave town. 

Then he brushed them out of his mind as as he pumped Gayle back and forth, squeezing her his together in his large hands.

Gayle was such a flexible, long limbed chick. She was grabbing her ankles with ease and she was so light it was so easy to pump her to and fro. If he let her go, she would fall on her face, but he did not plan to.

"Work that ass baby. Pump it. Fuck my big fucking black cock!" he rasped. Gayle bent her knees a bit and started pumping and rolling her ass enthusiastically. The first time she had take his huge dick in her pussy, she had screamed as he stretched her out, making her feel like a virgin though she had given birth to two kids.

However, now she loved his large dick. It felt so good, sliding in and out of her slippery tunnel, squishing loudly as he pumped her back and forth and ran it into her pussy like a spear, again and again, killing her with pleasure. She was proud she exercised her PC muscles regularly. She wrapped her tunnel around him and massaged his shaft as she pumped her pussy up and down his cock. He started groaning and the limber blond started slapping her ass enthusiastically into his crotch to a fast, smooth rhythm. Her pussy and his cock began to feel hot.

"Oh fuck! Raise yourself bitch! You gonna get fucked senseless now!" he growled and smacked her ass hard. As she raised her body to stand straddling his legs, he reached around her and grabbed her tits. The he used them to yank her onto his cock as he fucked her hard, fast and deep. His hips jarred into her ass with meaty slurps as he fucked the shit out of her, his cock moving like a piston, squishing in and out of her hole. 

"Oh fuck baby! You making me cum again! Make me cum honey! Fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper!"

He obeyed, now grabbing a hip and yanking her onto his thick meat as his hips hurled it deep into her. She started rearing and bawling, breaking the peace of the afternoon as she came all over his battering ram of a cock. Then suddenly, she just stiffened and seemed to choke on her breath. She convulsed loudly and then went all soft. He pulled her into his body and ground his hips into her ass tortuously. Then he was sighing deeply as his cock exploded deep in her tight hole. She shuddered and moaned as she felt his hot cum gushing deep inside her hole.

Don held her as they both recovered, and kept his cock buried in her. As he gazed at the cornfields and had an idea, suddenly. He had never fucked in a cornfield. He looked from the closest field, back to Gayle. She would have to suck that dick like corn on the cob, and then he would fuck her tight ass in the corn.

Chapter 7

Don dressed casually as he went to meet Rick and Pam. Rick was in his best business suite and tie, hair neatly combed. Pam was wearing a long, tight, body hugging, black evening dress with a low bust. She had a perfect hour glass shape, with her thick breasts, slim waist and wide hips. The dress revealed the creamy tops of her big tits. Her husband had said nothing, but she saw disapproval in his eyes as he looked at her curvy hips and thick, round, fine ass. Don liked her immediately. He was mesmerized by the brunette white woman. He liked women with big tits and wide curvy hips, and Pam was definitely stacked. 

Pam and Rick for their part gazed curiously at this black man. He was tall, handsome, dark and lean and athletic. He had a pleasant face and a good natured, deep voice. He was very relaxed, casual and confidence. 

The funny thing was that he seemed instantly besotted with Pam. She was surprised, she had almost had a nervous break down, looking for something to wear. She thought she didn't look slim enough in her dress. But she realized that the black man seemed to really appreciate her curves. He lavished Pam with compliments. Pam felt excited. It was very long since a man had so openly ogled her and seemed so besotted with her. It made her feel very attractive. Her husband always told her she was fat and he couldn't wait to make money so he could get her body trimmed down, especially them hips and ass.

Rick on his part felt jealous. But not because the black man was flirting with his wife and she was smiling like a shy teen ager. Rick coveted Don' money. The black man was exactly where he wanted to be, in a big way. 

They discussed business briefly. Rick tried to put up a slick, sales talk but Don noticed quickly that Pam was the one who had the business brains. He talked to Pam as they sipped their drinks and ignored Rick. 

They had a short but fruitful talk. Don made it clear what he wanted. If they met his conditions, he would be very interested, he said.

Without actually saying it, he made it quiet clear that he had the upper hand and Rick would have to accept that. One thing also became clear, the more Don talked with Pam, the more he became fascinated with her.

Don liked her. She was an intelligent, confident, charming woman with a real nice, curvy body. And he liked her sweet voice too. She seemed like a good person. He didn't hold much of Rick right from the start. The guy thought he was too smart.

"Tell me a little more about yourself Pam," Don said, looking in her eyes. 

Pam blushed deeper, smiling shyly, "There is really nothing to tell. I am just an ordinary country girl."

Pam talked at length about herself. Rick became annoyed. There was his wife, babbling about her stupid life, shit nobody wanted to hear. When they should be trying to talk the black man into a deal. 




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He tried to interrupt several times, but Don would not let him. Rick's anger at Pam increased. He started making silly jokes at her expense, whenever he could get a word in. 

Don was becoming irritated with Rick. The guy was disrespecting his wife, throwing in snide remarks. What a jerk.

And Pam got annoyed with her husband as well. She could tell he just couldn't stand the fact that a man was taking her serious. Pam had not received any compliments for Rick in ages. She knew he thought her hips and ass were too big. And he hardly listened to her anyway, except when it came to business. But on a personal level, forget it.

Don however listened attentively and seemed genuinely interested. Pam decided that Rick had better eat his heart out, and she concentrated herself on Don.

The two of them became absorbed. They chatted and laughed, switching from one theme to the other. 

Chapter 8

Rick began to feel left out. 

At first he even felt so jealous that Pam was stealing the show, and not letting him impress Don and get him to award them the contract soon. 

However, after a while, he decided that it was for the better. Rick started making plans to use his wife to distract Don. Rick's mind drifted back to the proceedings as Don said to Pam, 

"You are a very beautiful, attractive woman, Pam. So attractive and very sexy," he said in a deep husky voice, which sent shivers up and down her spine and scared her at the same time. 

Pam said through a dry throat, "Thanks for the compliment." She put her glass down and stood up. "Please excuse me gentlemen, I need the bathroom."

Pam could feel his eyes on her. She felt excited. For some reason she decided to lean forwards, making her butt stick out, and she walked with a swing. Don stared after her and gasped. Pam paused at the door to the bathroom, looked over her shoulder and saw Don eying her ass like a tasty, hot cake. She felt thrilled.

"Oh my gosh. He likes it, my big ass."

She felt so thrilled. Guys around town had never really appreciated that ass. But she had seen a look on Don's face like he wanted to kneel down and worship her ass with his hands and mouth. Her clit got itchy and her nipples hardened to pebbles.

Pam felt so good.

When she returned to the table, she was feeling thrilled. When Don also told her that he was impressed with her business mind, she was smiling so much you would have thought she had won the lottery. She then asked Don about himself. He was rich, had been for years, but he told her about his life in a humble manner. She appreciated him more for that. She hated boisterous men who always bragged about their money and possessions. 

When she got tipsy, Pam decided there was no harm in flirting a little with him, since her husband was around anyway. And it would do Rick some good to see that a rich, successful, handsome man appreciated her.

Both men could not help notice her hard nipples. Don had not really thought much about Gayle's request that he fuck Pam. As he now gazed at this sweet, soft spoken, but smart, confident, beautiful curvy woman, he felt desire for her. But it was not the type of desire he felt for Gayle. He desired to use Gayle for his selfish pleasure. But with Pam, he desired to share. Share moments, warmth, emotions...

Something about Rick annoyed Don. He could tell that the guy was now encouraging his wife to be very friendly. He was like a pimp, sending his whore out to get something for him.

When Pam went to the bathroom again, he noticed her put a sexy swing to her ass. And she paused at the door and smiled at him over her shoulder. Then he looked Rick squarely in the face,

"Rick you have such a sexy wife. Pardon me, but if I had a hot woman like your wife, I would fuck the shit out of her! I'd stick this fat black cock all up in that fat white ass all the time man."

Rick gasped, and then he started angrily, "What the hell do you think you're saying, Mr.?"

"Cool down Rick. That was a compliment! Now think about the contract Rick and shut the fuck up!"

For a while, Rick smarted, because he could tell the black man was pretty amused with him. 

Rick realized he couldn't charm him and bamboozle him. He had any one weapon, really.

Rick looked up at Don and said, "You know, since you like Pam so much, how about she show you around in the next couple of days, whilst I work on the figures?"

Don found the idea wonderful. Rick was pleased. He was quite confident that Pam was not the cheating kind. And she wouldn't do anything with a Nigger. She wasn't the type.

When Pam returned, Don kept on flirting with her. As she got drunker, she returned his flirtatious leers and the two of them were chatting and giggling happily. However, Rick was completely ignored by both. 

At one point he noticed Don ogle Pam's big tits lustfully, and she seemed to push them out so that he could see more. Rick was jealous, but at the same time it excited him. He was surprised at his own excitement. His cock was hardening in his pants. Don also picked up the husband's excitement, and his own excitement increased.

Usually, Don stayed away from married women. But for him, Rick was a pimp type of a husband, who did not hesitate to use his wife as bait. Such a husband didn't count, just like Gayle's useless bum of a husband.

Chapter 9

As they finally parted ways, Don said to the two, "I will be honest with you, I liked the offer. Work on the numbers Rick, whilst Pam shows me around. If I like them, we have a contract, fuck Jerry's."

Rick nearly leaped with excitement. Don stood up and took Pam's hand. His large dark hand engulfed her dainty white hand. Rick and Pam stared. Don looked openly down her dress as he helped her to her feet. Pam flushed red. But Don held her hand. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Pam felt woozy. Rick took his wife and led her away quickly. Pam was feeling scared, excited and hot around the cheeks. 

As they arrived at their suburban house, Rick and Pam were both horny. Pam was drunk and feeling merry. They made love. Afterwards, Pam asked him if he was not bothered about her spending time with Don. Rick said he wasn't. 

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"Come on. This is it. The big one."

"But the way Don was looking at me, I am so scared darling. I think he likes me." Her face did not look very scared though. In fact, if anything, she was flattered.

Rick felt a little jealous. But also annoyed with her.

"Look. Just show him around town a bit. All right. And make it clear to him that you are not interested in him as a person."

"I will, honey. But you know, he has power over us. We need him. And he knows it. What if he were to take advantage?"

Rick snorted, "No Nigga will lay his hands on my wife and live to tell it. Now hush darling. You're safe! Just show him around."

"All right honey," she said, with the sweetest smile he had seen on her face.

He put her head to his chest and hugged her. She sighed. If Rick had been smart, he would have known better than to let her spend one more second with Don. But Rick was only thinking about how good it was that Don was interested in his wife, what a great diversion. Hell, the contact was good as sealed, and instead of jail, he was going into the good life.

Chapter 10

For one week, Don spent his time with Pam everyday. They drove around, went for picnics, even visited a couple of fairs. Rick was very pleased, as Don seemed to be in no hurry, and the white man knew he owed it all to his wife. He was glad Pam was in such good favor with the black man. Of course, he did grill her when she got back home, and he would keep calling, just to make sure nothing funny was happening. But Pam told him that Don was only talking business to her, for he was thinking of investing a lot in the region.

Pam for her part was nervous about spending time with Don. It was obvious that the black man was besotted with her. However, he did not hit on her or try anything. He just kept making her compliments and inquiring about her and her life, from her childhood to the present. He would listen to her attentively, laughing at the funny parts, mewing at the sad parts, for Pam had had a lot of sadness in her life, with her dad walking out and her mom passing early.

Don had a great sense of humor and he could make her laugh ins stitches. His own life was very interesting, he had made it from the Hood, to college and then into the world of finance. He was a very intelligent, determined man. Pam began to appreciate him.

And she started looking forward to spending time with him. She reassured Rick that he was harmless and Rick did not seem too concerned. He seemed prepared to do anything, just as long as he would land the black man's contract.

Pam was not used to men making her compliments like Don did. His eyes always lit up when he looked at her, with lust, but also with appreciation. She knew that he was a rich man, who could have any girl he wanted, but he seemed to like her very much. 

The more time they spent together, the more he seemed to like her. Pam started regretting that she was already married. She had more fun with Don than with Rick. He certainly showed her more interest than Rick had shown her during the entire relationship. Pam felt glad that Don would soon be going away. He was such a temptation. For the first time since meeting Rick, she actually felt attracted to another guy.

After five days, Don realized that Pam was the woman he was looking for. She was a simple, good natured, loyal, faithful, down to earth person. He usually met women who were very materialistic. Pam was loving, kind and had a good heart. On top of that, Don liked her nice, tall sturdy body, with her huge tits and her thick ass. Don had been thinking of having children lately, and he was sure this woman would give him healthy babies. And with her good nature, they would be happy.

In short, Don was at least infatuated with the simple, homely, sweet country girl. He had met many women over the years but they had all more or less been like Gayle. He was tired of those. He wanted a real woman, and there she was, right in his lap.

The only problem was that Pam loved Rick with all her heart. However, Don realized that Rick was not aware of what he had in this woman. Rick was a shallow guy, who only thought of money and material things. Don was sure that once he made it, Rick would dump Pam and find himself some bimbo to put on his elbow. Don did not want to wait that long to make this acquisition. 

Don had his mind made up. He wanted Pam for himself, and he wanted Rick out of the picture. He would have to show the wife just what a rogue Rick was. Chapter 11

Rick and Pam were in the office around mid morning, when the phone rang. Pam picked it up

"Bridges Distribution, May please know who is calling. Oh good afternoon Don...," she said with a happy giggle. Her face lit up, and Rick frowned, feeling jealous. WTF. Pam was way too friendly with that guy. Hold on!

Yet, in the perverted back of his mind, he even wondered if maybe some hanky panky had been going on. The idea of Don doing it with Pam gave him a perverted thrill. 

"Please hold on..." she finally said handed Rick the phone.

Rick spoke in his best licking up voice, "Morning Don! How are you?"

"Fine man. Listen, I went through your figures. I liked them. But you are too small."

"Once I have the contract I can go and get a bank loan."

"No Rick. I got a better idea. We will give you a check for one million dollars."

Rick was stunned, "Wow! That's very generous of you sir. I don't know how to thank you sir."

"We will discuss everything at dinner. I will arrive at your house at eight."

"OK. Pam and me will cook up something."

"No! I don't want that beautiful woman to be covered in sweat and stinking of cooking oil. I will order Italian food, with full catering."

"Alright. You are the boss," Rick was so delighted.

"And oh Rick, listen, I want your wife looking real pretty tonight alright? I hope you don't mind, but I went shopping and I saw a couple of clothing items that will fit your wife."

Rick was shocked, "What! Are you crazy. She'd never..."

But Don cut him off, "Listen Rick, that's your problem. When I come, your wife will be perfectly made up, and wearing the clothes I will send, plus the high heels from the other night. How you manage that is your problem. If you disappoint me, you can forget the contract and the million dollars. But if I am happy, we will sign this evening." With that, Don hung up.

Pam noticed the worried look on her husband's face, "What was that all about?"

"Oh nothing, he is coming over to our house for supper, then we will sign the contract."

Pam was so happy that she jumped up and kissed him, "Wow! Great. Why aren't you celebrating. Aren't you happy!"

Rick squeezed her hands and forced a smile, "Of course I am. You know me, I am already planning the next steps."

"We should order a couple of bottles of Champaign for the supper," Pam suggested, feeling happy.

"Lets go home and get the place ready..." Rick said and started for the door. Pam, bouncing with joy, leaped onto his back.

Chapter 12

Unfortunately, Rick couldn't share his wife's naive joy. He felt like a lamb going to the slaughter. By now, a big suspicion was forming in his head. That black man wanted his wife. And he was forcing Rick to pimp her out. And he had no choice. Not unless he was to miss this chance of finally joining the big league. Once he had that contract sealed, he would be sailing in new waters. But what sacrifice was he expected to make. He looked at his wife's happy face and wished he could share her joy, dreading the arrival of the messenger.

They were cleaning up the house when the doorbell rang and Pam went to get it. She was a bit surprised but tipped the messenger. She walked into living room carrying a gift wrapped box addressed to herself. She opened it as Rick came into the room and found a note.

She read it aloud, "Hi there gorgeous, I hope the clothes will show your assets off to their best advantage. Please put them on for our meeting. The heels from the other night were perfect. Those long never ending legs..." 

Pam gasped.. "What!" She didn't quite know what to think yet... This seemed out of line, but...

Pam picked up the box and took out a beautiful, short, semi transparent evening dress, with a low cut décolleté. Underneath she found a tiny pair of thongs, and matching half cup bra. She held them up with her fingertips, as if they could be contaminated, looking at them in disgust.

"The audacity! Who the fuck does he think he is!" she snorted angrily.

Rick snatched and hurled the box on the couch, "WTF! Fucking Nigger! I swear I'll bust his damn jaw!" He grabbed the clothes and tossed them away. "that black bastard! That's it! I'm going to kick the shit out of him!"

Pam slumped onto the couch, pale with shock. She was indignant. She had really begun to like Don, and could not understand that he would do this to her. 

Rick paced angrily back and forth. Then he sighed and turned to Pam, his look imploring her even before he spoke.

"I guess you will just have to wear it, Pam. Darling! We need this contract."

Pam glared at him, "I am not parading around in that whore shit in front of some Nigger!" 

Rick tried to shrug it off, "Hey, what's in a dress?" He put his arms around her. "I will be here to protect you."

Pam sneered, "I don't want that Nigger in my house!"

"We need him Pam, please. This is all we have worked for. Come on Pam. If he tries something stupid, that black bastard! I will just bust his jaw."

Pam sighed, "No don't do something stupid. You are right. Lets just stay calm."

Rick hugged his wife, stroking her hair. He kissed her thankfully.

On one hand Rick was so relieved that he had managed to convince his wife, for he didn't want to annoy Don at all. However, he started seriously hoping that the black man did not intend to do more than just leer at his wife at supper.

Chapter 13

Initially Pam decided not to put on any makeup. She was annoyed at being forced to dress like a harlot. When she first looked at her reflection, she blushed profusely. The dress was so revealing. Rick gave her a couple of quick shots and told her how hot she looked in it. After several drinks, she decided that she might as well look her best. Rick was beginning to see just what an important asset for him his wife was, and he encouraged her to put on make up. Not that she needed much encouragement. Something about the whole situation excited her. She didn't tell Rick, but her pussy was soaking wet. Silently, she wondered what would happen that evening. 

When Don arrived, Rick let him in. Pam was still in the couple's bedroom, dressing up. Rick and Don sit at a table in silence. Rick was wearing a short sleeved, ironed white shirt and gray longs. Don was dressed leisurely, in a T-shirt, long shorts and trainers. A briefcase lay by his side.

Don smiled at Rick suddenly.

Rick asked nervously, "What's so funny?"

"You. I'm gonna fuck your wife, tonight, fool. Give her my big black cock right in front of your eyes."

Rick exploded, "What the hell! Fuck it man!" he pointed a warning finger. "Listen Don..."

Don laughed heartily, holding up his palm, "Calm down Rick. Just joking. Now, behave yourself. Here she comes."

Pam stood at the top of the stairs, in the short glittering dress, head hanging in shame, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. Yet she was looking hot. Her hair was done in a bun on top of head, leaving her pretty long face beaming, well made up. Her lips were a glossy pink. The light behind her shined through her transparent dress outlining her thighs and the mound between them. She was stunning. Rick's mouth fell open. Don stood up, gasping.

Pam walked down the stairs slowly. T first she was shy but as she noticed her effect on the men, it gave her confidence, and pride. This was almost the first time in her life that she had felt so beautiful. Her huge tits were barely covered by the low cut dress. The dress was molded to her slim waist and wide flaring hips. It ended just a few inches below her waist, barely covering the pussy. Her pale, white skin showed through the transparent material, and so did her matching half cup bra and glittering thongs. Her fat, dark, prominent nipples were poking through the tight dress. 

Don grinned, most charmingly, "My Pam! You look stunning. Good evening!"

Pam replied shyly, blushing deeply, "Hallo guys."

The doorbell rang.

Don smiled at Rick, "That must be the caterers. Go let them in."

Rick got up and left the room, looking worriedly over his shoulder.

"How could you do this to me Don? I liked you. And I trusted you!" Pam said, almost crying.

"Its not what you think," he replied nonchalantly. But with time, you will understand and appreciate." He winked. "Now, stop looking sad, my angel." He cupped and raised her chin, and tickled her cheek, his besotted eyes holding hers, mesmerizing her. As he smiled at her, Pam found herself smiling back, despite herself.

Don took Pam's hand, "You're so gorgeous. I knew the clothes would fit your perfectly. You look stunning in this outfit. Turn around and lets see you," he said in a commanding voice and she found herself obeying. He made her pirouette, and looked at her thick round ass, cupped in the tight dress. He slapped her ass cheek and coped a feel. 

Pam jumped and held his hand away, her face pale with fear, "Don! Stop it! Don't touch me!" she growled. Then she softened, "Please," she begged, feeling powerless. "I am a happily married woman who has never cheated on her husband! And I don't plan to."

Don only smiled back, "There is a first time for everything."




The Ultimate Sacrifice



Rick returned and Pam demonstratively went into his arms. They embraced and kissed, to show the black man that they belonged together. 

Pam was surprised to feel a pronounced hardness between Rick's legs. Just as she was surprised to feel the wetness and heat between her thighs. She was so wet the tiny thongs were plastered to her cunt. She just could not believe that she was aroused, by this revolting situation. Rick had assured her that Don just wanted to feel powerful and leer at her. But Pam was sure he had other plans, more devious. And that scared her and aroused her. 

Chapter 14

The three of them had supper together. The food was great, Rick and Pam could not quite enjoy it. They actually did more drinking than eating. Don on the other hand was quite relaxed, smiling in this confident, predatory manner.

After supper, the retired to the living room. Rick and Pam sat on a couch next to each other. Pam held her legs together and constantly tried to pull her short dress lower down her thighs and kept her legs pressed together. 

Don sat opposite them as he opened his briefcase and took out two piles of papers and laid them out on the low table between him and the white couple.

"One is a contract with all the terms we agreed on. It will make you the sole distributor for us through out the whole south," he said without ceremony.

Rick almost jumped for joy, "Excellent."

"The second is a check for an advance of 1 million dollars. I know you will need it to expand your operations."

Rick beamed with joy. 

"All we gotta do is sign them and we are in business. And you are in the big league. You can have all the things you have all dreamed of, all you have worked hard for."

Pam forgot all her discomfort in a second, "Oh thank you so much Don! Thanks!"

Rick reached eagerly for his pen, "Then lets sign them." 

Don held up his hand, "Not so fast. There is one condition. Your offer is average. Your company is small. The offer from Jerry's is much better than yours," he paused, watching clouds of uncertainty descend over the white couple's faces. His smile widened, "Don't look so worried. I have a soft spot for you, Rick. You and your wife are such a good team. Your wife is an asset!"

Rick nodded, patting his wife proudly on the shoulder, "Yeah. I sure am lucky to have her. She has a sharp business mind."

"I am not talking about her mind Rick, I am talking about that sexy body, those big tits, that fat ass, those juicy thighs. She is a hot white woman with a black booty. A fucking fantasy come true."

The white couple gasped aloud with shock. Pam turned red then pale.

Anger flared in Rick's face, "Goddammit! What the hell do you think you're saying Mr."

Don was cool, "Calm down. Lemme get to the point Rick, if you want the contract and the million bucks, I want to fuck your wife, right here, right now. And you have to be here in the room and watch us do it!"

Pam exploded, "Are you crazy! you pervert! I ain't no whore!"

Rick joined in his wife, "You must be joking! And fucking crazy!"

Don held up his palm, "Cool down both of you. That's my condition. No negotiation."

Pam snorted, "Alright then, forget it!"

Rick looks at the papers greedily, licking his lips.

Don looked at Rick and smiled, "Talk to her Rick, whilst I go take a piss."

Don stood up and left the room. Pam glared angrily at Rick.

Pam glared angrily at Rick, "Aren't you going to say something! That Nigger just said he wants to fuck me!"

Rick said in a soft voice, as he gazed at the contract papers, "That's it Pam, all we have ever dreamed of. The once in a lifetime chance! Our ticket to the big league! We have it in our hands."

Pam gasped with shock, "Don't tell me you are even thinking about it!"

Rick became desperate, "Pam, things are much worse than you think. They wanna throw me in jail for check fraud!"

"Damn! Rick! What! Why?"

"I gave out uncovered checks! It's a federal offense, Pam! I am going to jail! Pam! Please! Please!" he went down on his knees and begged his wife. "Its just this once. You sleep with him this once, but so what? After its over, then we can carry on with our lives, and it will all be much better than before. We will have money..."

"I wont do it..."

Rick became very desperate now. His face became all frenzied. For a second, Pam thought he would hit her. But then he started begging with all his might. "If we don't get this deal, its the slammer. But I couldn't go there. I would rather die Pam. I will commit suicide, honestly!"

"What! Stop it Rick!"

"Its the truth. I couldn't stand jail! All right. Lemme go and dismiss Don."

Pam glared at him, kneeling, head hanging pathetically, as he begged her to fuck another man. She sighed, feeling helpless and empty.

"OK. I will do it." 

Rick was overjoyed. He tried to hug her and kiss her, "Oh thanks darling. Thanks so much..."

Pam pushed him back, "But things will be different between us afterwards."

"No darling. We will just forget it ever happened, and start our new life..." His face lit up and he hugged and kissed his wife. "Thank you so much darling."

Pam was not sharing his enthusiasm. "This is a bad mistake," she said, fighting back the tears welling in her eyes. 

Rick was relieved. Of course, no way would he have committed suicide. He might have skipped town or something, but suicide, who are you kidding. He wasn't that kind.

Chapter 15

Don walked casually back into the living. Pam avoided his eyes. She was so ashamed. Part of Don's heart bled for her. But Don was a tough man. In due time, she would forgive him. He would make it up to her. But he shuddered to think of how much effort that would take. However, first things first. And the first thing was to discredit hubby. Give him the chance to put money over his wife.

Don stood before the white couple, a hand on his hips.

"Are we in business or what?" he asked nonchalantly.

Rick cleared his throat and replied dryly, "Yes."

"Great. This calls for celebration. Rick, pour the champagne son... " he even patted the white guy on the shoulder.

As Rick rushed to pour three glasses, Don pulled out 3 blunts, stuck them all into his mouth and lit them up, making them triplets. Then he handed them out.

Pam shook her head and said curtly, "Sorry. No smoking in the house."

Don waved her protest away, "This is company policy, at the conclusion of every deal we smoke a blunt and sip Crystal..."

He picked up his glass. Rick was avoiding his eyes, but Pam looked squarely into his, 

"And then you have sex with other people's wives?"

Don smiled at her, "This is the first time. But you are so hot, I would hate myself if I'd go away without fucking you!" Pam's eyes flared. "Now a toast. To good business."

"Asshole!" she gasped.

He raised his glass. Rick did so too immediately. Pam didn't, and Rick nudged her. Pam glared at her husband with derision, then she raised her glass and they all clicked, and drank. Don sank back in his couch and smoked his joint casually. 

Pam gave him an evil look and said abruptly, "Shall we get it over and done with?"

"Not yet. Lets smoke and drink. And don't look so sad baby, believe me Pam, when I am finished with you, you will be loving my black cock, worshiping it, begging for it," he said that with such confidence that Rick and Pam shuddered with fear and trepidation. 

Pam snapped, "You are sick! You can rape me but I sure as hell wont enjoy it!"

Pam knocked down her drink and held her glass out to Rick. He hastily rushed to fill it up. 

Don walked to the Stereo with a swagger and put on a CD. He turned up the volume and music that was unfamiliar to the white couple filled the room. It was bump n grind R&B, with a fat bass line, thumping bass drum and gay ass crooning. They didn't ask him, but he told them anyway that it was tha JODECI. Don walked back to his seat and lay back, relaxed and happy. He puffed leisurely on his joint, exhaling thick clouds of smoke.

Chapter 16

After an hour had passed with nothing happening, Pam was stoned and drunk. Her head was numb from the weed, and warm glow encompassed her body. Even though she was very nervous and feeling outraged, her pussy was dripping wet. She could not understand her body. Rick sat tensely on the edge of his seat. 

Don got up and stretched himself languidly. Then the lean, muscular, dark black man walked up to the white couple. He stood before them, his crotch on level with their faces. There was a prominent bulge in his pants. 

"Alright, lets get started. Rick, do you want me to fuck your wife?" He asked, looking the white guy squarely in his eyes

Rick avoided his eyes, looking down at the floor. 

"I asked you a question Rick," he said firmly. Rick nodded quickly. "Ah ah. Say it Rick."

Rick croaked weakly, "Yes."

"Look at me and say that you want me to fuck your wife, for this deal. Loud and clear."

Rick cleared his throat and looked up the black man. He noticed that Pam was also looking at him. "I want you to fuck my wife," he said, and hastily averted his eyes. 

"Now, tell it to your wife Rick, coz I don't want her feeling guilty about this. Look her in the eye and say it."

Rick looked at the contract papers on the table, then he looked at Pam, his face flushing with shame, but his greed obviously stronger. "Darling, I want you to fuck him."

Pam sneered at her pathetic, money hungry white husband. "I don't know who is worse, you or this animal," She cast him a baleful look, then turned to Don and reached her hand out to him, "You heard my husband. Fuck me."

Don took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come on darling. A dance."

Pam flared, "No! Lets just get it over with."

Don's eyes blazed and he grabbed her arm and dug his black fingers into her white skin, making her wince. He pulled her close. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. She looked desperately at Rick, and realized that he wasn't coming to her aid. That greedy guy only wanted the cash.

"Listen, bitch! I hold all the fucking cards. You do what the fuck I want!" he growled at her. He glared into her eyes. She glared right back. Pam was a spirited filly. 

"Darling, please," Rick begged softly, seeing his plans for wealth in jeopardy.

Pam sighed deeply and tossed her hair. Don was just slightly taller than her, but seemed to tower over her like a giant. She moved closer to him. His arm snaked around her waist and he embraced her, and started swaying them to the music. His hands roved all over her body. 

She felt creepy as the black man's unwanted hands roved over her body, which no other man except her husband had touched for the last 6 years. And which no other man was supposed to touch, she thought, as she remembered their marital vows. Then she turned desperately to Rick and saw him sitting there, passively watching another man violate their marital vows. An incensing anger rose in her, coupled with immense helplessness. She sank weakly into Don's arms, burying her head in his shoulders. 

He pulled her tightly into his hot, muscular body and slid his big hands down her flanks. They settled over her ass cheeks. He sank his fingers into her buttocks, squeezing so hard that it was painful. She shivered and trembled, gasping involuntarily. The pressure eased, now his fingers were firm but gentle, squeezing her pliant cheeks together and pulling them apart in a way which excited her loins as he ground his hips against hers. 

She stood passively, but her breathing was growing faster and her heart was beating rapidly. Her cheeks were getting hot, from embarrassment and excitement.

Don eased the hem of her short dress higher and started grinding his hard cock between her legs. It pressed into the wet gusset of her thongs. Pam blushed as they both felt the hot wetness between her legs. 

"Fuck, you're soaking wet Pam. You slut!" he rasped and bit her earlobe. Pam threw her head back, her hips rocking. For some funny reason, she found her body reacting to the crude, amorous advances that were taking place right before her husband. Thrills were rippling through her.

Don grabbed Pam's brunette hair and squashed his mouth against hers. She kept her lips pressed together.

Don became annoyed. "This is becoming boring, Pam! Bitch, your punk husband ain't gonna help you out! He wants you to do this. Get that into your thick skull!"

Pam turned to Rick. She looked at him in a silent, desperate, final plea. Rick averted his eyes, blushing. She realized Don was right. She tossed her hair in silent anger at her cowardly husband. Don noticed the episode. He smiled, realizing he had won. 

"Pam, you belong to me. And I want you to enjoy this." 

Holding her firmly in place by the hair, he pressed his mouth down on hers and kissed her aggressively. He was a good kisser, and he was so forceful. Despite herself, Pam felt herself yield and succumb to him. He wanted her and he would have her. He would take her right in front of her husband and no one and nothing would stop him.

As his slick tongue slid around her mouth, forcing hers to dance with it, Pam felt herself swoon. She felt his hands slide in under her dress, to cup her thick, soft ass cheeks. His touch sent sharp electrical bolts pulsing through her body. Her hips shivered and rocked. As he ground his chest into her big tits, her body started writhing against him. As he spooned her, shoving his hot, thick tongue into her mouth, Pam fought to keep her arms down. Involuntarily, she found her self sucking on it, licking and loving it. As he ground his cock hard into her, whilst his strong fingers mauled her ass, she found her hips responding, grinding her smoldering cunt against his hardness.

Pam suddenly felt a wave of arousal sweep over her. She just went mad with lust. She wanted this black man, this black man who was violating her right in front of her money hungry husband. She wanted him to take her and fuck her.

Pam gave a loud cry and threw her arms around his neck. Now she was giving as good as she got. They kissed and fondled each other frenziedly. Pam feasted on his thick black lips, greedily, hungrily.

Rick felt like a useless, worthless bitch! It would have been the most natural reaction for him to stand up and thrash this black bastard, and come to his poor wife's rescue. No court would have jailed him. But he wanted the contract and the money. And his cock was rock hard. 

Had anybody told him that some black man would be fondling his wife's ass before his eyes, grinding his cock into her, right in his living room, as he sat and watched, , he would laughed at them and taken them for idiots. Yet, there it was now, happening. 

To his surprise, it was exciting and turning him on. He felt so horny, seeing Don's big, black hands sinking into Pam's creamy cheeks, mauling them in a way he would have never dared. 

It shocked and pissed him off to see Pam shoving her hands in under his t-shirt, grabbing black muscles and gasping with lust, as her pink lips fed on the thick, black lips. Then the black man was pulling his wife's tits out of her dress, caressing and mauling them, and Pam had nothing better to do than hold on to him, close her eyes, gasp and shake violently and humping his hips. Rick felt betrayed. She was supposed to sacrifice her body to the black man, but not enjoy it. His cock raged in his pants. He was so aroused and horny from seeing them go at it.

Don eased his hand between Pam's thighs and cupped her cunt. She shuddered violently and stiffened. She grabbed his hand with both hands and stopped him, though she wanted it. 

"Come on Rick, come and remove your wife's dress, strip her for me son," Don commanded. 

Eyes averted, Rick stood up. Pam also avoided his eyes. As if in slow motion, Pam turned her back to him. The white husband eased her zipper down to the top of her ass, exposing the smooth expanse of her milky, pale back. 

The proud wife turned to face her husband. Her dress was now only held up by her breasts. She thrust her heavy, proud mummeries at him. 

"Go on show this Nigger my tits!" Pam snapped at her wimpy, cash greedy husband.

Rick gasped, "Darling, you cant use the N word!"

Pam's flared at him, "Why not? You use it all the time."

Don grinned, "This getting better. Go on Rick, show this Nigger yo wife's tits."

Rick slowly eased her dress down. He tugged it smoothly down to her hips. Don gasped as he gazed at her huge, glorious silky breasts, spilling proudly out of the half cups. Her nipples big fat and hard. Rick knew instantly how aroused his wife was. Don licked his lips greedily.

"Shit!!! I'm gonna love playing with them tits. Take that dress off boy."

Rick pulled it down off her wide hips. She stepped out of it and stood there, hand on her hip, her tiny thongs cutting into her flesh. The tiny gusset was plastered to her wet cunt, outlining her lips.

Pam tossed her hair and looked him in the eye, "Like what you see?"

"Hell yeah," Don groaned, thinking of the next step, which was to break her resistance and defiance. He was confident he could conquer her and her husband.

Chapter 17

"Rick, come here and take off my clothes and let your wife see my sexy black body," he told him.

Rick was astonished. "What! Do it yourself."

"Don't forget what's happening here boy," he nodded at the contract papers. "Come and do it, right now boy." Rick looked at the contract papers for a second, then he stood up and walked to Don. 

Don raised his arms. Averting his eyes, Rick grabbed Don's t-shirt with the tips of his fingers and pulled it off. 

Pam gazed at the black man's body, her eyes drinking in the dark, broad shoulders, the muscular chest, and his chiseled abs. She felt mesmerized by the perfect male body. He was almost like a marble sculpture. 

Don noticed with gratification that Pam was impressed with his body. He turned to Rick, who was equally impressed and scared of the black body. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"Get down on your knees boy," Don pushed Rick down, and he did not resist. "go on boy, your wife is curious. Take off my shorts and let her see the joystick that she is gonna be playing with."

Rick realized that the black man wanted to humiliate him and destroy him in his wife's eyes. He whined, "You can do that yourself."

"No! You do it boy! Think of the contract. Show her my black meat!" He cuffed the back of Rick's head, just to rub it in. For a second, Rick's eyes blazed. But just like Don had figured, the guy was just too damn materialistic and too much of a wimp.

Head hanging, the white guy reached up and undid Don's belt, then he opened and unzipped his shorts. He pulled them down and Don's huge, dark cock sprang free and hit Rick in the face, making him jump back.

Don chuckled, "Don't be scared boy. It might look like a poisonous black snake, but it don't bite."

Pam and Rick stared mesmerized by the black cock. 

"Now, go on Rick, take off your clothes and lets see what your wife has been getting all this time," Don commanded. "Do it playa!"

Rick realized he was in serious shit, and decided to just be brave. This was like a terrible storm, a hurricane. He would just have to brave it out until it was over. He stood up and slowly opened his shirt buttons. He dropped his shirt. Don looked at his pale body and snickered. 

"Damn! Rick. Look at all that flab. You need to work out son. Now take off the trousers."

Rick flushed a deep red. He glanced at his wife, saw her look at his basketball belly, then at Don's well chiseled body. It was obvious who she would vote for. Rick dropped his eyes and dropped his trousers.

He was left standing in a pair of ridiculous, old fashioned white underpants. There was a bulge in them. Don laughed. 

"Shit Rick, you hard huh! Show us your white boy cactus!" 




The Ultimate Sacrifice



Rick shifted uneasily and slowly pushed his boxers down his hips. His hard pink-red cock emerged. 

Don laughed, "Damn. There is just something so pathetic about a pink dick, isn't there?"

Rick flushed a deep red and his cock wilted immediately. 

Pam suddenly felt infuriated, like she had to come to her hubby's defense. "Don, you are just a mean bastard. His cock is alright! And you ain't even bigger than him."

That was true, both men's cock were the same size.

"You just wait till you had mine bitch," Don told her.

Don smirked at Rick, "Go on Rick, sit on the couch and spread your legs." Rick looked at him nervously. "Don't worry, Rick, I ain't gonna fuck you, yet."

Don laughed as he picked Pam up easily and placed her between Rick's legs, with her back to her husband. He pushed the stiff woman back so that her back was on her husband's belly and her dark head on his chest.

Don knelt between her legs, and pushed them apart. She weakly tried to resist but he forced his muscular body between her pale thighs. He pushed down on Pam, trapping her body between his and her husband's bodies. He pressed his hard crotch against her hot soft wetness as his lips found hers. Instantly, they were kissing. Pam was feeling a perverted pleasure, trapped between her husband and the black man. She started stroking his head as she feasted on his lips.

Don cupped her big tits and fondled them, running his thumbs over the excited nipples. Finally he pulled back from her mouth and slid down her chest. Pam was breathing heavily, lips smeared, big, hazel eyes shining with lust. She gasped as she saw his dark hands on her tits.

"Fuck!" he groaned as he tweaked a thick nipple making Pam wince with pleasure. "You are so fucking hot Pam! I am glad I came to this town!"

"O-o-o-o." Pam moaned, then she blurted out, "My husband always says my ass and my breasts are too big!"

Don snickered, "That's coz he's a little dick wimp who doesn't know to appreciate a real woman. But now the right man's come to you..." Pam smiled even as the white hubby blushed. The black man sneered at Rick, "Go on Ricky boy, hold up them big tits for a real man!"

Rick was smarting, but he found himself obeying. He scooped up his wife's heavy tits into his palms. He raised them up to Don's black face. Don dove into them. Pam yelped as the black man feasted voraciously on her tits. He knew what he was doing. His tongue snaked around her nipple, then he sucked it into his mouth, licking and chewing and grazing it lightly with his teeth. He was a much more experienced, more refined lover that her husband. 

"Hold them tits up higher, boy!" Don growled at Rick, who complied.

Pam had by now lost all respect for him. Her husband just didn't count anymore. The things Don was doing to her were sending sharp, overpowering sensations rippling through her body. But what drove her crazy was the way he was eating her tits with such evident relish. He was like an elated kid with a new toy. His lips smacked and slurped away loudly. Pam stared at the dark lips as they worked magic on her tits and she loved the shit. She had never, ever thought of interracial sex, but now she realized she loved the contrast in their skin tones. That was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. 

Don's big hand eased between her thighs to cup her fat mound, and he squeezed her cunt through the thin fabric. Pam moaned with arousal and wrapped her arms tightly around his head, hugging him to her bosom, writhing and humping his hand like a slut!

Don started licking his way down Pam's soft belly, leaving a wet, hot trail. Pam stared incredulously at the black man greedily licking tops of her shaved pubes as he rubbed the ball of his hand into her cunt. 

Pam's hips shuddered mightily and she moaned with pleasure, looking intently at the black man. 

"You like that huh?" Don asked her, his fingers fluttering over her cunt like butterflies. She nodded her head. "Alright then. Lemme eat that white pussy..."

Don hooked his fingers into her thongs and Pam raised her hips shamelessly. She wanted him to eat her pussy the way he had eaten her tits. She just knew she would love it. Don peeled off her thongs, exposing her fat, shaved pale cunt it in all its splendor. He gasped as he saw her sticky gash, and the two swollen, engorged lips. The smell of her cunt spread all around the room like a cologne. 

Don gasped. "Damn, you got a beautiful pussy, Pam. Want me to eat it?"

Pam whispered, "Oh yes! Yes Don!"

"Fuck. You horny, wet, white bitch!" He raised and pushed her knees against her chest. "Hold your wife wide open for me boy! I am gonna eat this hot bitch!"

The mesmerized husband held his wife wide open for the black man. The white wife flushed red with embarrassment. She could feel Rick breathing heavily into her ear. And his hard dick was pressing into her belly. Her husband was as horny as she was. 

Don slapped her mound with the flat of his palm and she leaped and yelped. He chuckled and Pam flushed deeply as the black man descended to her genitals and started to feast on her cunt. She shuddered at exquisite contact with his tongue as he ran it up and down her slit. Then he sucked her lips into her mouth and teased them with his tongue. He pulled on then, nibbled on them and did things to them that nobody, least of all her husband had ever done to her pussy.

The white wife moaned and cried out with pleasure, feeling sharp thrills coursing through her body. She felt wonderful. Her pussy was dripping like a leaking faucet.

Don loved eating her pussy, no doubt. He pressed his mouth to her cunt and slurped and smacked his lips loudly, groaning with relish. He pushed his fat tongue deep into the pink folds of her cunt and Pam went mad. As he slid his digits into her cunt and started to finger fuck her, whilst he sucked and licked on her clit, Pam was soon cuming shamelessly. She bawled out, writhing and tossing, throwing the pussy at him like she never wanted it back. 

" Yeah!!! Oh! Oh! Yeah!!!!!!!! I'm cuming!!!!"

She writhed and her hips started to spasm and shudder as she came hard!!! The black man kept eating cunt and fingering the white wife until finally she lay limply in her husbands arms, groaning deep in her chest. Her eyes were glazed and her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. As he rose from between her thighs, he wiped his smeared, shining face.

Pam smiled weakly, "Oh thanks Don. Thank you so much!"

Pam grabbed his arms and pulled him to her chest. She kissed him tasting her pussy. She licked his lips, his chin, his cheeks and his nose. The two of them writhed on top of her husband, who did not seem too amused. Rick realized he was history.

Chapter 18

Don stood up and towered over the white couple, his cock pointing at Pam's face.

"Now, its time to return the favor and make me cum, Pam." 

Pam gazed at the fat dark cock mesmerized, and scared at the same time. It was beautiful, and so potent, yet it was a black cock. All her education had taught her to keep away from black cocks. She started shaking her head slowly, her lips trembling.

"Go on Pam..."

"I, I, I cant do it. Not in front of Rick. Please let him leave the room."

"Ah, ah. He stays. He is enjoying it. Look at his hard cock, he is a pervert." Don said as he took hold of Pam's hair, and pulled her face to his cock.

"I, I, I don't know how to do it!" she stammered.

"What! You don't mean to tell me a big girl like you don't know how to give head. Don't you suck Rick off?"

"Rarely..." she rasped.

"Well, don't worry, I will teach ya..."

Don held her in place as his other hand brought his dick to her face. Pam stared at the black cock that was filling her vision in fear. Her eyes were like those of a trapped, scared animal. He pressed it against her cheek. It felt so hard and hot. It was throbbing and pulsating with virility. Then he peeled the foreskin back, to expose a fat, shiny, heart shaped head. precum was oozing out of the big, pee slit. The pungent smell of his cock filled her nostrils, making her light headed. Pam felt scared. She tried to pull back, but Don chuckled as he rubbed it all over her face, smearing his juices all over, defiling her pretty, white wife face. Pam trembled against the naked body of her husband who was doing nothing to protect his wife. Instead, she felt his hard dick pressing into her ass. He was indeed a pervert, she realized, and a wimp husband. 

"Go on now, lick that head, Pam. Snake your tongue around it, that's the way to do it..."

Trembling, Pam felt almost like she was watching someone else as her tongue tentatively gave his head a lick, tasting his muskiness. The male flavor of his cock incensed her. Before she knew it, she was wrapping her tongue around his thick dick head like an eel. She could not stop herself. She vacuumed his dick into her mouth, and shuddered as she felt his cock weighing heavily on her tongue, and rubbing against the roof of her mouth. 

"Go on girl," Don grunted. "Keep on doing that funky shit with your tongue," his voice was all husky, and Pam felt a gratification that he was enjoying her. She pushed her jaws wide apart to give her tongue room, then she swiveled it around his head. His hips trembled. 

Pam felt an incensing arousal wash over her. Her hands rose to grab onto his hips as her tongue ran riot around his cock head. Don groaned and started pumping his hips slowly back and forth, sliding more cock into her mouth...

"Ah!!!!" he groaned, "That's it Pam, now wank the motherfucker and roll my balls. And put some suction on it. Atta good girl..." He groaned lustily. 

Automatically, her hands went to do his bidding. She sucked on his dick as her hand wanked him, pulling more cock into her mouth until she felt him nudge the back of her mouth. 

Rick was staring with wide open eyes, less than a foot away. He was mesmerized by the sight of his wife's pretty, pink lips gaping wide open around the huge black cock, that seemed to be swelling fatter and fatter. But his wife was handling it expertly, bobbing her head back and forth, sucking him in mid tempo. She was drooling so much that his entire cock and her hand were gleaming with her saliva. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide open, sparkling with wild excitement. Rick felt jealous and pissed. He had never imagined that Pam had it in her, to suck such a good dick.

"Look at her Rick. Ain't you proud of your wife?" Don groaned. "You're doing great Pam..."

Pam felt proud of her accomplishment, and proud that Don was loving it so much. And the fact that her show was making her husband's cock so hard only made her prouder. The pervert could watch and enjoy himself. It excited her to suck off this black man right in front of her husband and get both men's cocks so hard.

Pam started mewing and purring, and her lips slurped and smacked away wetly. She was enjoying sucking Don with evident relish. However, suddenly Don pulled his dick away. 

"Did I do something wrong?" she pouted, looking greedily after his dick.

"No bitch, I ain't taking it away... Now lick them big, black Nigger balls, you horny ass white bitch..."

It pissed Pam off that he called her white bitch, yet at the same time it excited her, and made her feel horny. It set her free, because she realized what a pathetic jerk Rick was. She didn't give a fuck about him anymore...

As Don pulled her face down between his balls, Pam opened her lips and sucked on some nuts for the first time in her life. She felt exhilarated as her tongue snaked around the big, smooth shaved black balls. She mewed, sucking his fat balls into her mouth, spitting them out and licking them hungrily, inches from her husband's face. Don's hips twitched and jerked as he appreciated what a natural talent this white wife was.

Finally, his dick complained, feeling left out. Don eased it back into her mouth and she sucked him again, taking to it like a duck takes to water. He held her head firmly and pushed his fat head against the back of her throat...

"Go ahead Pam, now take that black dick down your throat baby!"

Pam looked up at him like he was crazy. How could he expect her to fit that thick head into her throat. Her eyes nearly exploded.

"Just relax your throat girl and show me what a big girl you are..." he held her head firmly and bore down on her. Pam felt like her throat was splitting. She tried to push his hips back in panic, but Don started fucking his cock into her throat. She fought down her vomiting reflexes and gurgled around his cock...

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!!" she gurgled. Then he pulled back and let her breathe through the nose. Then he fucked her throat again. She felt his cock bending to follow her passage. "Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!!" she gurgled as he fucked her constricting throat, sinking deeper and deeper. 

Don groaned, and reached down to grab and tweak and pull both her fat nipples, sending sharp thrills down her spine. The juices flowed into her cunt and Pam started putting in more effort, moaning around his cock.

"Oh!!!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Oh!!!! Ugh!! Ugh!! Ugh!!!"

Rick stared in disbelief. He had never been deep throated before, and he could not take his eyes off this obscene sight. The black man was sinking his entire cock into his wife's gaping, drooling mouth, and she was obviously loving it. Don would pull back and let her breath through the nose, then he would fuck her throat again. 

As if reading his thoughts, Don took Rick's hand and placed it on Pam's throat. Rick gasped, feeling the thick, black dick moving in and out. His cock leaped against Pam's ass. Pam felt so proud that she pushed against Don and swallowed up his entire cock. She pressed her face against his pubes and held him as long as she could. Finally, she pulled back, gasping for breath. 

"That's it Pam. Now, suck my dick and make me shoot it in your mouth! Make your husband proud!!!"

Pam had never had a man cum in her mouth. She tried to pull back, but he held her in place and started wanking his cock, keeping the head in her mouth...

"Suck that dick bitch! Put some suction on the motherfucker..." He growled and she found herself doing it. His cock seemed to swell even larger and it got hard as a rock. Pam sucked on it so hard that her cheeks were caving in. She looked up into his eyes and they were frenzied. She felt herself going lightheaded. Suddenly he gasped and his body stiffened. 

"Oh shit, you white slut! I'm cuming in ya mouth. Taste my cum! Drink it down white bitch!" he bawled, and then his balls exploded.

His cock seemed to leap, and then she felt a hard jet of cum shoot onto the roof of her mouth, followed by another, and another. Instantly, her mouth was flooding. She tried hard to drink him down, slurping and gulping the nutritious black cream. But it was difficult, because his thick was making her mouth gap so widely. His thick creamy, salty cum was all over her tongue, her jaws and her lips. And some of it was flowing down her chin. 

Don pulled out, still wanking his cock and shot the last jets straight into her face.

Pam couldn't believe it, but she was cuming. With no touch or stimulation to her cunt, the white wife came, shuddering hard and moaning.

Chapter 19

As his orgasm subsided, the black man stood over the white woman, gasping and trembling. Pam looked up at the powerful, dark man who had taken her and used her like a bitch. She wrapped her pale arms around his dark, powerful hips, laying her head on his pubes, like a child to its mother, and leans against him. 

She turned and looked at her husband who was watching with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She smiled at him proudly. The fat head of Don's cock hung only centimeters from her messy mouth, still twitching, still leaking cum. Holding her husband's gaze, Pam lapped up the seeping cream with her tongue. Then she kissed Don's cock lovingly. 

Don smiled at Rick. "Didn't I say you would love this black cock, didn't I?"

Pam flushed, and smiled up at the black man towering over her, "This is the first time I have come from giving a blow job. Can I suck it again please."

"First, your face needs cleaning up," he turned her face to Rick. 

Rick looked at his wife's messy face with disgust. She had cum all over her forehead, cheeks, chin and even her nose. 

Don smirked at Rick, "Go on boy, clean up my woman," Rick sighed and reached for his shirt which was lying nearby. "No boy. Lick her clean. Clean her with your mouth!"

Rick was aghast! "What! No!" He looked from his wife's face to Don's. 

He didn't like the expression on Don's face. The black man was mocking him with a superior smile. He could just tell the guy had the next phase of his humiliation already planned. 

"Do it playa!"

Pam felt sorry for the loser. She came to his defense, "Lemme go clean myself up in the bathroom," said, even as her hand stroked Don's cock.

"Hell fucking no! He got you into this mess. You been doing all the work up to now. So let him play his part! Its only fair!"

Pam thought about it for a second, and realized that Don was right. All the anger she had been feeling towards her husband rose up in her. Which was exactly what Don wanted.

"But!!! She was enjoying it!" Rick stammered.

Pam's eyes blazed with anger. She grabs her money hungry husband and rubbed her cum smeared face all over his. Then she squashed her messy lips on his and kissed him. Rick tried to pull back at first.

"Rick! Kiss your wife, right now, or I am leaving boy!" Don said. Rick shook openly with panic.

"Go on you wimp. Lick his cum off my face!" Pam sneered, having no more pity.

Pulling a face, Rick kissed her reluctantly. But as she ran her cum smeared tongue all around his mouth, something inside him gave. And when Pam grabbed his cock and started wanking it, he went wild with arousal. He threw his arms desperately around her and tongued her. Pam pulled back and offered him her cum smeared face. He licked and sucked up every little drop of Don's cum from her, hating himself but somehow relishing it his actions. 

Chapter 20

Rick thought he had sunk as low as a man could ever sink. But Don was not finished with him yet. The black man lit another joint and stood a few meters from the couple. He puffed leisurely, till Pam's face was clean. 

"Alright, Rick. Now come over here, my cock needs cleaning too!"

"What!" Rick exclaimed. Pam looked at Don, and then back at Rick. 

"Get down on your knees and crawl over here. Then lick and suck my balls clean!"

Rick felt revulsion as he looked at the black cock, all smeared with cum He turned to look at Pam, and she had an amused look on her face. His temper rose. No! He would not allow himself to be that humiliated. If he did, Pam would never respect him, even after Don left. Suddenly, he realized that Don did not just want to fuck his wife, the black man wanted to take her.

"No!!" he howled. "No! I will not do that!"

"Its up to you. How far are you prepared to go? You're gonna quit now, when you're almost there. What's sucking a dick? Its in your power, Rick. You can make it happen."

Rick looked at Pam. She slid from his lap and gave him space.

"Go on and suck his cock. Make your dreams cum true my darling husband. Be your own bitch," she said, mocking him. Rick realized he had lost her.

"Go to hell! Fucking whore" he growled at her and sank to his knees.

He crawled to Don and knelt at his feet. Don grabbed Rick by the back of the head and pulled him to his hips. He took his flaccid cock in his other hand and rubbed it all over the white man's face, smearing his cum all over him.

He looked at Pam and saw that she was completely disgusted with Rick. He smiled.

"Oh my gosh! Don! You are such a bastard," she gasped with disbelief and amusement.




The Ultimate Sacrifice



"No! Your husband is the bastard. But I like a man who is prepared to give his all to make his dreams cum true. That's a good employee."

Don turned to Rick, who was reddening. "You want those papers signed, suck my black cock. Its up to you Rick!?"

Rick sighed and nodded. 

"Go ahead, suck my black cock, white boy!"

Rick's lips opened for the black cock. Don guided his cock into the white man's mouth. Rick grunted, with three inches of black cock in his mouth.

"Go on boy, wank that cock and roll my balls. And don't forget to blow it neither." 

Despite her disgust with her hubby, Pam suddenly felt like trying one last time, before she gave up on him. She had been married to this guy for 6 years.

"No Rick! He cant make you suck another man's cock in front of your wife! No!"

Rick turned and looked at his wife, with a mouthful of black cock. He seemed to waver for a second.

Don chuckled and said, "Think about all that money white boy. Go on Rick, think of the bigger picture. What's at stake for you here boy?"

Pam was desperate now, "This ain't right! No Rick, don't suck that Nigger's cock!"

Don countered, "Don't listen to her Rick. Think of all that cash and the life of luxury. All you gotta do is suck that Nigger cock real good.." 

Rick turned his eyes from Pam and sucked another man's cock right before his wife. He put all his effort into it. His hand wanked the black cock whilst his other rolled the big balls. The thought of the money and the contract drove him wild with arousal. He sucked dick like a two bit whore. His lips rode greedily up and down Don's length, slurping and smacking away. His own cock rose to full hardness. Pam looked on and shook her head in disgust. She wrote him off. There was only one man in the room, and that was Don.

Don read the look on her face and smiled. "Go ahead Pam, lemme see you frig that pussy. Get it all wet for me..."

Pam hated him for destroying her husband. Yet at the same time, she was so excited and aroused. She knew that a new bull had taken over the pen. Her primal instinct did not allow her to care for the old, deposed bull, who was busy sucking black dick. She slid her fingers into her cunt and wanked shamelessly.

Don meanwhile grabbed the back of Rick's head and force fucked his face, pummeling his mouth with a big, black cock.

"That's it you cock sucking cracker. Take that Nigger dick!"

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!!" Rick gurgled.

"That's it. I love to fuck a no good cracker like you in the mouth."

Rick held his drooling mouth wide open whilst the black man used him, humiliated and reduced him down to a no good bitch in front of his wife. Rick started feeling like a bitch. He even began to desire that Don would shoot it in his mouth. He was even disappointed when the black man shoved him away from his cock. Don mocked him with a smirk. 

"You have earned the contract boy. Now, stay on your knees and watch me fuck your wife."

Chapter 21

Don walked nonchalantly to Pam. Suddenly, Pam felt scared of this wickedly devious black man. She tried to run for it, but he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. 

"There is no escape from this black cock, white bitch!" he sneered. "I am your fucking future. Now spread those fucking legs, and show me that shaved pussy you white slut!"

He kissed her and pushed her back on the couch. His palm slapped into her cunt and shoved his middle finger into her shaved cunt, then he was finger fucking her wet pussy. His lips claimed hers and Pam found herself succumbing to him again. She was moaning and shuddering, her hips grinding against his hand. 

Don knelt between Pam's shaking legs, grabbed them and pushed them into her chest, leaving her pussy wide open. He grabbed his cock, which was wet and gleaming from her husband's saliva, looking like a black Billy club. He smacked it into her soggy cunt, making her leap. 

"Mmmm! Look at that pretty pussy. And that ass!" he growled as he ran his hand over her slit and crack.

Then he rubbed his cock up and down her slit, bathing the fat head in her saliva. Pam gasped, her hips shuddering in anticipation and trepidation. As he lodged his hard, black dick into her wet opening, her senses reeled, thinking of this obscene, outrageous situation that they were finding themselves in. She turned to look at her husband and exclaimed, making Don curious. He glanced over and saw the white husband kneeling there pathetically, his chin and chest covered in the drool that had gathered as he sucked black cock. And he was wanking his hard cock, like a true wanker.

Suddenly, with no warning, Don shoved his cock deep into her. Pam reared, crying out from the sharp sensations as her pussy was suddenly invaded by his cock. He was so hard and fat that it was hurting her.

"No!! Take it out," she cried, slapping his chest with weak arms. "Please Don, lemme suck you off... Please, not when Rick is here..."

"Alright," he gasped, and started pulling out. As his cock was almost out of her he rammed it back in. She cried out. 

Don pressed his muscular body down on hers. Pam tried to twist and roll away, but the frenzied black man was too strong for her. Now he wanted to conquer her pussy and make her his. He started kissing her mouth, grinding his shaved pubes against her clit, sending electrical pulses through her crotch. Pam tried to fight him, but the burning pleasure in her loins was overpowering. She was loving being taken by this dominant male with a big, hard, black dick. 

He rolled his hips, fucking her exquisitely as he feasted on her mouth. Sweet sensations rippled all over her body and her hips started rising to meet his. She started stroking his back, feeling his powerful muscles. 

Don fucked her exquisitely, pumping black cock into her, feeling her cunt become wetter and wetter. She was so hot and velvety. Her pussy was good. He had to control himself, otherwise he would have shot off immediately. However, he wanted to conquer her first. 

He kept fucking her, in slow, controlled strokes, grinding his shaved pubes into her clit as he kissed her and gazed down into her big, blue-grayish eyes. He watched them become frenzied, as she cried into his mouth. Her legs slid around his hips and she hooked her feet together. Don saw that she was close. Her pussy was beginning to contract around his meat. 

He pulled back, kneeling upright between her legs and started pulling on her nipples and tweaking them as he see sawed his cock in and out of her lubricated cunt. Pam cried out sweetly, her frenzied eyes glaring at the black man that was making her succumb to his carnal desires. As her first orgasm washed over her, Pam moaned sweetly and shuddered, her pussy fluttering around his cock.

The black man grabbed her thighs firmly, pulled her ass over the edge of the sofa and started fucking her hard and fast. Pam was overcome by immense pleasure. She cried out sharply on every thrust as his cock drove deep into her. 

Don held her thighs apart and hit her pussy like a punching bag. He drove it in and out, in and out, harder, faster. Her pussy started heating up from the friction, turning into a furnace. Pam found herself throwing her lusty hips to meet his pummeling cock. She had never been taken so hard and she was loving it.

Don was like a wild animal. He fucked her deeply every thrust was driving the white woman crazy. His cock squelched loudly in her dripping cunt. Suddenly, Pam felt her pussy explode. She came harder than she had ever cum in her life. She felt herself sink into delirium. Still Don kept fucking her. Now he hooked her feet over his shoulders and slammed his hips into her ass like he wanted to dent it.

Pam groaned deep in her chest, animal groans that seemed to be squeezed out of her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. And still Don kept fucking her. Pam came and kept cuming until she lost count. Don bit his lower lip and kept giving it to her though it was getting harder to stop himself from cuming. 

"Oh!!!! Please stop!!! I'm having cramps in my pussy!!!" Pam finally cried in a voice that Rick did not recognize. Don laughed with pleasure and buried his cock into her. Then his body stiffened, and the sweaty black man roared, his balls exploding and spewing torrents of cum into the white wife.

Don collapsed on top of Pam and she shuddered and moaned, hugging him close and showering his face with kisses.

Rick was wanking and cuming all over the floor for the second time already.

Chapter 22

Finally, Don pulled out of her pussy. It looked battered and well fucked. It was gaping and inflamed, and thick, creamy cum was sipping out of it. As her husband stared with a look of disgust at her genitals, even as he palmed his own withering, cum covered cock, Pam blushed and started to close her legs.

"No Pam, keep them open. Rick, come and eat her out. There's a tasty lil cream pie for you boy."

Rick was jolted and his eyes opened wide in fear. He shook his head.

"Go on boy. I saw how much you enjoyed licking my cum from her face. Now lick it out the pussy. You are almost there boy. You almost rich. Give it all you got!"

Rick made a disgusted face but he crept dutifully between his wife's legs. Don pressed his face into Pam's cunt. Pam lay there frozen, feeling ashamed. But as he started licking her, she realized that her perverted, wimp husband was enjoying it. He was soon plunging his thick, fat tongue into the depths of her pussy, licking and exciting her nerve endings whilst he groaned with relish. He lapped up the chocolate cream eagerly. Pam started feeling excited, and rolled her hips around his tongue. 

"Oh yes Rick! Eat his cum out of my pussy! Do that Rick!!" she cried, feeling aroused by this perverted turn of events. 

She squeezed her pussy muscles together and Don's cum poured into his mouth. Rick drank it eagerly, licking her cunt till it was spanking clean.

Don took Rick by the hair and fucked his face again. Then he made him point his cock in and watch as Pam rode his cock. Pam didn't give a fuck about her husband anymore. He was reduced to a cock sucking eunuch, he didn't count as a man now. She rode Don's dick with wild abandon, cuming all over him many times until he finally rewarded her pussy with his cum

Don told Rick to lie on his back on the floor. Pam did not hesitate when Don told her to squat over him. She did so and Rick eagerly lapped her cunt. She squeezed her pussy together and rained her cum on him. Rick lapped it up greedily.

Chapter 23

After several joints and drinks, Don decided that he would bust one more nut in Pam, before taking the wife to the bedroom and locking her wimp husband outside. 

Now, the only thing left in his devious plan to separate this couple was to make Rick really disgusted with his wife. 

He pulled Pam on his lap and started kissing her. He was soon fingering her cunt whilst she stroked his cock. He then eased her down between his parted thighs and she started feasting on his cock.

Rick gazed at his wife, Pam happily sucking the black cock and balls as if he did not exist. 

"Oh Don, you are so beautiful," she moaned, gazing at the dark genitals that were gleaming from her saliva. "I like the contrast in our skins so much.

"Didn't I tell you, you would love my black cock, you white bitch wife!"

Pam giggled, "Gosh, Don, Do you have to be so rude?"

"Pam, you are a white slut. Lemme show that to you!" Don leaned back in the couch and raised his legs. He looked at Rick, "Come hold my legs up boy," Rick complied. The black man's ass crack was spread open, his chocolate starfish winking from his crack.  

"Go on now Pam. Lick my ass. You know you wanna do it, you cracker slut!"

"Are you crazy. I wont do that!"

"Alright then, everything that Rick did was in vain. We can forget the whole shit. And we can forget you and me," he said with finality.

Pam looked at Rick. He looked at her madly, holding the black man's legs up.

"Do you want me to lick the black man's ass, darling?" she asked Rick. He nodded.

"Alright then. Thank you so much Don for allowing me to eat your ass, Don," she said cheekily, and dipped her face.

Pam had never eaten ass before but Don gave her good instructions. 

"Run your tongue up and down my crack, yeah!!! That's it, now run the tip around my hole!!! Ah!!! Yes bitch! Now suck the motherfucker. Yeah. Slide your tongue up in the star fish... Slither it in and shit, BIEEETCH"

Rick was so excited from watching his wife get down and dirty. But it disgusted him to see how exhilarated she was. Pam was ready to do anything for Don. She was so aroused to do these dirty, sordid things to him. It made her so horny. Rick wanted to beat her up but he was scared Don would kick his ass and tear up the contract.

Don looked from the horny wife to the disgusted husband. "That's it, now slide your tongue up my asshole bitch! Yeah!"

Pam pushed her face deeper into his crack, pulling his cheeks apart, and she slithered her long, pink tongue into his hole. She tongue fucked his ass with abandon relish slurping away wetly, loudly, with succulence..

"Ain't that great Rick, your wife eating black ass and loving it? Go on, suck that dick boy."

Don pushed Rick's head down to his cock. Rick sucked him as his wife slobbered greedily on the black man's asshole.

Afterwards, Don made Rick oil his cock. Then he made him eat his wife's ass. Don made Pam kneel on the sofa, and lubed her up, sliding two oily fingers into the wife's tight asshole. At first Pam protested weakly, but by now the white couple knew that the black man was their master. And Pam wanted him to fuck her any way he pleased coz she just loved it. He knew how to fuck a woman real good.

And she loved having Rick watch, for he had put her up to it. Even as he did his best to please Don, she could see that it was hurting him and killing him with shame. But she knew he would never want things to stop, till he got the money. Pam groaned and ground against the oily fingers, rolling her ass against Don#s hand, knowing that her ass was next.. 

Don made Rick pull his wife's ass cheeks apart, to reveal her pink puckered hole. Then he brought his cock to her virgin asshole. He pushed it in. Pam cried as the fat, oiled head slid past her sphincter. Don started fucking her big, pale, creamy white ass right in front of her husband. He was slow at first, but after she had relaxed, he started pummeling her.

Pam loved feeling the hard dick deep inside her. She screamed and bawled out aloud. 

"Oh yes!!!! Don!!!! Fuck my ass! Fuck my white ass with your big black cock!!! I love you baby!!!!"

Don fucked her harder and faster, banging his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole. his fat balls slapping loudly into her pussy. He told Pam to frig her clit and she did, cuming hard in her pussy and her ass.

Finally, Don bust another fat nut in her ass. He withdrew his cock out of her hole, leaving it gaping and leaking cum For the last point in Rick's humiliation, he made the money hungry white guy eat his cum out of his wife's ass.

Don then took Pam into the bedroom and they locked Rick outside.

He told Pam that she would be leaving with him. 

"What! Are you crazy. This wasn't the deal."

"You think your husband can ever love you and respect you again, after seeing you fuck, suck and ass lick a Nigga, and enjoy it so much?"

"He made me do it. I did it for him."

"And you wanna stay with a man who would pimp you out like that?"

"He owes 500 000. He would have to go to jail. Its an old debt!"

"Bull shit. I had him checked. Rick ran up debts for spending money in Las Vegas and stuff. But its only about a hundred grand."

"You are lying."

"I will show you copies tomorrow. I had him checked to see if he is trustworthy, before I enter into business with him. That's when I realized that he is a fool. And you know what, I would rather go to jail than watch another man fuck my woman. Come with me Pam."

"As your whore? Like Gayle?"

"No. As my woman. Gayle was just well, a paid whore. I want you in my life. On your terms."

"I don't know about that. You are a nasty person."

"All is fair in love and in a war. Rick would have dumped you once he had the contract. But I didn't wanna wait that long. I am not leaving without you. Look, just come along with me, if you don't like, you can always leave."

"What about Rick?"

"Fuck him."

Pam was a bit confused. On one hand she was glad she now knew what a jerk off Rick was. But she also hated Don for it. She didn't know what to think about Don. She really liked him. He said he had won her, like a bull lion and he would protect her and give her strong, healthy children and look after them. And he would treat her much nicer than her wimp, money hungry husband. Pam was surprised that he wanted to have children with her and that he was so sure that she was the woman for him. 

He said he could separate sex from love and that monogamy was a stupid invention of catholics, pointing out that King David, who used to have a toll free connection to the heavens, had 300 wives and 500 hundred concubines, but he even promised to stop fucking any other women, if it was important for her.

Finally, she decided she would go with him and see if he was also the man for her or not. If he wasn't, and if she didn't feel loved and happy with him, she would leave him despite his wealth. However, if the feelings in her heart turned out to be right, she would be bearing him sweet children and living in joy.

Pam was surprised at the sweet joy she felt as she threw away her pill. 

Pam had wanted the whole thing to stay a secret as she packed up to leave town two days later. But Gayle found out when Don told her he was no longer gonna sponsor her whoring ass. Gayle came to cause a scene, calling her a man stealer.

Pam told her to fuck off, she only wanted Don for his money anyway. Gayle threatened she would tell the whole town that Pam was sleeping with a black man. Pam only laughed and said, "Go ahead honey. And tell them I am cuming all the time." 

Epilogue:

Pam felt as if she had gone back in time. She had been together with Don now for ten years. She had given them both four children, and they were growing up nice, strong and healthy. Being together with Don was not like being with Rick. It was a wild experience. She had had to rethink several things in life, and had finally decided to let go and enjoy it. And she was.

It came as a surprise to her when Rick suddenly visited her up in New York. She had not heard from him since she left town with Don. Don had decided not to invest in Rick's company. Instead, he had given him a million bucks, if he would not interfere with him and Pam and make the divorce smooth. Pam had felt bad as her husband of five years snatched the check and grinned like a winner.

Now, after ten years, Rick was at her door. She invited him in and gave him a drink. He had aged and put on a lot of weight. She had heard from people that he had become a high rolling, big spender. 

Then after a year, she heard that he was broke again. He had blown the money stupidly. All of it. One million, inside a year. 

Rick was very friendly and he was telling Pam that he was really happy for her, and her children and her happy marriage to Don.

However, he began to piss her off when he asked her for money. She told him she would not give him one red cent. Rick then said he felt cheated. After all he had done for her. If he had not employed her, she never would have met Don. Now she was languishing in wealth, but he was poverty stricken. Surely, she could at least give him something. He said all he needed was a loan.

When she refused, he became rude and started insulting her, calling her a Nigger whore and that her black kids were ugly. She showed him the door. When he wouldn't go, she threatened to call the cops. He started sobbing as he walked out. She felt sorry for him and gave him ten grand, but told him if he ever came near her she would tell Don and he would send some guys to visit him, guys he might not like.