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Billiards

By: saint9767



This story is dedicated to Jessica, without whom it would not have been possible. She has been my inspiration and source throughout.

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Ben started the long drive in a happy mood. After two long weeks, his Jessica was coming home from her mother's. She would be arriving on the 11:30 PM flight from Boston in just another hour. Ben had urged her to get an earlier flight, but they were all booked up, so she took the first available flight. It would have been a lot easier to drive to LA International from his office at the USC medical center than to leave from home in Riverside, but at least the traffic was light on the freeways late at night. "Six of one and half-a-dozen of the other", Ben thought to himself as he pushed the BMW speedometer to eighty, as if his increased speed would also speed up Jessica's plane.

Ben thought of his beautiful wife as he drove, missing her companionship as well as the fantastic sex they enjoyed. They were relative newly-weds, having only been married four years, and the honeymoom still hadn't ended. Ben could see her in his mind, playing like a movie in the darkness of the freeway stretching in front of the car. Blonde hair, laughing green eyes and a sparkling smile, often appearing mischievous, and always a joy to be near. But not just a pretty face; Jessica was blessed with a body to match, lithe, tanned, with long model legs ending in a rounded, perfectly shaped behind with muscles that rippled and rolled as she walked, graceful as a cat on the prowl.

Her waist appeared to be cinched, giving the appearance of a wasp because of her small girth. Ben could almost touch his hands when he put them around her waist, something he had been longing to do for fourteen long, long days. Jessica's breasts weren't large, but they were perfectly shaped, making it possible for her to often go braless, her breasts jiggling slightly with each step, her seemingly always erect nipples pointing ahead to infinity. Yes, she was beautiful, in every sense the perfect California girl, the type the Beachboys had in mind when they sang "California Girls". Whenever she was in public, regardless of what she was wearing, men would stop in their tracks and stare at her, transfixed by her beauty, her bearing, her smooth movement. More than one man had been clobbered by his wife or girlfriend due to their unabashed stares. Jessica had admitted to Ben that it turned her on when she saw men drooling over her, but she remained faithful to the one man in her life.

Ben finally arrived at the airport, found a parking space that wasn't too far from the terminal, then checked at the airlines desk to verify the arrival time and which concourse for the flight. For the tenth time, he looked at his watch as he paced back and forth in the waiting area, stopping only to gaze out the large windows at the busy landing and docking areas. Ben finally saw a large four-engine jet being towed to the end of the docking bay just as he heard the loud speakers announce the arrival of Delta flight 884. That was it! Ben's heart jumped with excitement as he positioned himself near the entrance to the docking tunnel, wondering if Jessica was feeling the same excitement for their reunion. In minutes, he no longer had to wonder, as the steady stream of passengers walked up the ramp from the plane with Jessica in the lead, waving wildly. Her face was glowing at the sight of her husband, her steps quickening, almost running, as she struggled with her heavy carry-on bag. Ben had to grin at how his wife always over-packed for even the simplest trips and he knew from experience that her bag would contain several novels, makeup cases, and every- thing else she couldn't get in her crammed suitcases.

Jessica decided to stop struggling with the heavy bag and dropped it on the tiled floor as she ran the last few feet to Ben's open arms, slamming into him with her momentum. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as she bent her legs behind her, supporting her weight with Ben's wide shoulders. Jessica squealed with delight as she began to cover his face with kisses, her eyes dewey with happiness, the weariness she had felt from the flight completely vanishing.

"Oh, Ben, Ben, I missed you," Jessica managed to breathlessly speak as she let her legs return to the floor, the sliding of her body down his raising her skirt to mid-thigh. Jessica pulled her skirt back down as she stepped back from Ben, her face beaming.

"Hey, I missed you, too, baby," Ben returned with a light laugh, pleased with the greeting Jessica had given him while still reserved enough to not display the emotions bouncing around inside him. "How was the flight?"

Putting her arm through his as she pulled him to where her bag lay, Jessica rolled her eyes in her cute little way and grunted, "ver-r-y long, and so-o-o tiring. I couldn't nap because I kept thinking of getting home to you."

Ben gave her waist a squeeze, kissed her cheek lightly, then bent and retrieved her bag from the floor. He realized how lucky he was, to have such a beautiful and loving wife, one who could miss him as he missed her. Ben put an arm around her small shoulders and bent to whisper in her shell-like ear, inhaling the exotic scent of her body. "Just wait 'til I get you home, and I'll really tire you out," he softly whispered.

Jessica giggled a little-girl giggle as she studied the glint in her husband's eyes, then poked a finger in his stomach as she chided, "oh, you, that's all you can think of, isn't it?" Even as she teased him, Jessica felt a moist warmth form between her legs, stirred by the thought of a night of love-making as they tried to make up for two weeks without the pleasure of each other's bodies. Ever since they had married, it was almost ritualistic that they make love at least three times a week, and Jessica had calculated that they were owed six bouts of hot sex. She didn't know about him, but those thoughts had boosted her adrenalin and Jessica knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until completely worn out.

Such was their intimate talking and teasing as they retrieved Jessica's luggage and had it loaded in the car, then found their way out of the confusing maze of the airport and onto I-105 heading east toward their home outside Riverside. It was an easy drive, devoid of the usual LA traffic madness because of the late hour and Ben guess-timated they could be home and in bed inside of two hours. He had driven less than five miles when a light flashed on the dash followed by a melodic electronic dinging. Ben took his eyes off the road to read the flashing notice the BMW was demanding be read. What he saw took him by surprise. "Wh, what the heck? Fuel? That can't be," Ben complained as he looked at the fuel gauge, even tapping the glass cover in disbelief. But there it was, the needle stubbornly refusing to move, stuck at the bottom of the red portion of the gauge, underling the large letter 'E'.

Jessica's voice carried her concern, "what is it, honey? What's wrong?"

"This thing says we're out of gas," Ben informed her as though disbelieving the electronic gadgetry. "But that can't be. I filled up this morning, and there's no way I could have used a full tank of gas." Again he thumped the glass cover of the gauge and added, as if to himself, "darn thing must be broken."

Just then the car let him know it wasn't broken. First one cough, then another, then a sputtering sound. Ben let up on the gas pedal and the sputtering stopped, the speed dropping to a respectable fifty miles an hour. They went another mile and the car coughed again, another warning while the light on the dash continued to flash and the dinging sound getting on Ben's nerves. He smacked the dash with his hand and announced, "I better get off the freeway and find a gas station quick. I don't understand it."

Ben guided the car down the first ramp he came to, not bothering to read the exit sign which let travelers know it was the Central Avenue exit. Ben was only interested in finding the nearest gas station and getting back on the freeway. He made a left and drove under the freeway, searching the road ahead for bright lights which might indicate the presence of a station. Ben couldn't see the tell-tale signs of an open station as far as he see down the straight avenue, so he made a right at the next block after searching the darkness to the left of the intersection. He spotted some lights glowing in the darkness a couple of blocks ahead and mentally crossed his fingers as they passed barred store fronts and warehouses lining both sides of the deserted street. He was letting the car coast, going no more than fifteen miles an hour in an effort to preserve gas, but after one block the car sputtered again, followed by a series of coughs that jerked the car and made a knocking noise in the engine compartment. Then it died without further warning. Just died. The silence was eerie without the purr of the V6 motor, but Ben didn't notice as he let the car coast to a stop by the edge of the road, expelling his pent-up breath in disgust and frustration. He turned off the headlights and leaned forward in the seat, pressing against the steering wheel as he focused his eyes on the lights still a block away in vain, unable to determine what the lights were illuminating.

"Hope that's a gas station up there, honey," Ben spoke hopefully to the quiet Jessica. "I'll walk up there and see. Maybe I can get some gas in a can."

Jessica spoke sharply, almost shrilly, "you're not leaving me here alone! I'm going with you."

Ben nodded, in a way glad she wanted to accompany him on his walk in the dark. He didn't have the faintest idea where they were, and realized they would be safer if they stuck together. He opened his door as he agreed, "okay. That's probably best. And it's just a block, so I'm sure we'll be fine."

They walked arm in arm down the broken sidewalk, Jessica carefully stepping over the hazardous breaks in her high heels as she held on tightly to Ben's arm. The dilapidated buildings they passed hugged the sidewalk and most of them had steel bars covering the windows and doors. This wasn't unusual in many areas of Los Angeles, so neither of them thought much about it, focusing instead on their nearing goal. Midway down the block they passed one building that apparently was still open. Even before they got to it, they could hear the heavy thumping of bass from a juke box or something, serving to advertise the type of establishment. Ben commented, "sounds like a bar or some kind of club."

Jessica nodded, then pointed at the neon sign over the door as the got closer. "Mm, hmm. See? It's a bar."

Ben looked at the sign that stated simply 'BAR', with the crossing neon strip in the 'A' burned out. The red neon flashed off and on, barely illuminating the doorway beneath it, slightly recessed in the brick facade of the building. "We might be able to use the phone there if that place up ahead isn't a gas station," he offered.

Jessica looked over her shoulder at the bar as they passed the building. "Hmm, I don't know, honey. It looks like a dive. Like a cycle club, or something."

"Yeh, but it may be the only place around here where we can use a phone," Ben countered. "We'll see."

Their hopes for a gas station ahead evaporated as they passed the last building in the block. There were the bright lights they had seen, mounted high on steel poles, shrouded in steel mesh, but the lights only illuminated a closed grocery store. The store had lights on all sides, giving the appearance of daylight surrounding only the store. Unlike the other buildings they had passed, the store had steel shutters covering the windows and door, completely secure from outside intrusion.

Ben and Jessica stood there silently staring at had been their source of hope, the dejection evident on their faces. Ben raised his hands by his side and then dropped them in a hopeless gesture. "I'm sorry, Jessica. I hate it that I got us in this predicament."

"It wasn't your fault, Ben," Jessica comforted. "You thought you had enough gas. There must be something wrong with the car."

Ben turned and looked back down the street at the bar they had passed. "Well, guess we have no choice. We'll try that bar. There has to be a phone there."

They retraced their steps, Jessica's shoes making a quick tap, tap on the concrete as they hurried back to the one open place they had discovered. Ben paused with his hand on the door handle as he looked at Jessica, silently questioning if she was comfortable with entering the 'dive' as she had called the place earlier. Jessica understood and nodded, her upper teeth biting lightly into her lower lip pensively.

Ben pulled the door to him and they were immediately assailed with the odor of stale cigarette smoke and beer. The juke box was no longer rocking with the thumping they had heard earlier, the only sound now coming through the door a mixture of laughter and talk. But all sound ceased as Ben ushered Jessica ahead of him into the dimly lit room with his hand on her waist. They stood just inside the door as their eyes adjusted to the near-darkness, then Jessica leaned to Ben and alarmingly whispered, "Ben, they're all black people!"

"Shh," Ben cautioned, "I know." Ben looked around the small bar without moving, hoping to spot a pay phone without having to ask. He could feel every eye in the place on him and Jessica, staring at the white preppy-looking couple with suspicion, puzzlement, and awe that whites would dare intrude on their sanctum. The bar was barely more than a store front, with a long counter serving as the bar along one wall and a half dozen tables arrayed down the opposite wall. Ben could make out a billiard table at the other end of the room, a dim light with no shade hanging by the electric cable above it, and four black men standing around with pool cues in their hands, their game forgotten as they stared at the strangers at the door.

Ben couldn't see a phone, so he forced himself to step to the end of the bar nearest the door and waited for the white-haired black behind the counter to come from the other end. The old black shuffled towards him, head bent to one side as he looked at Ben quizzically, half-dragging one deformed foot as he walked the length of the bar. He didn't speak as he stood in front of Ben, waiting to learn what the white couple were doing in his bar. Ben cleared his throat, then managed a croaking request, "do you have a phone we could use?"

The barkeep nodded his head in understanding, then pointed toward the back of the room. "Back there. It's a pay phone."

Ben patted the bare wood of the bar as he said, "thanks", then returned to Jessica's side. Together, they walked between the tables and bar toward the pool table in the back, carefully avoiding bumping into the chairs, neither of them permitting their eyes to meet the stares that were burning into them. As they were almost to the pool table, Ben saw the phone, stuck in the back corner of the building, a very large black man leaning against the wall beside it, pool cue resting on the floor. They threaded their way around the table to the phone nervously, sensing the animosity of the twelve to fifteen people in the room.

Ben spoke to the big black man leaning beside the phone, "excuse me. Can I use the phone?"

The big man stared at him with contempt burning in his eyes, then retorted in a deep voice, "it don't work."

Sensing the black just didn't want him to use the phone, Ben reached for the receiver, meekly suggesting, "maybe it's working now."

Before his hand could close on the receiver, the scowling black grabbed it from the phone hook and, with one powerful swing, broke it over the top of the metal phone case on the wall. "I tol' you, it don't work."

Ben stood looking at the man in disbelief, his jaw falling open, then turned to look at Jessica, not sure what to do. He could see the fright in her eyes as she first looked at her husband and then the huge black man now standing with his hands on his hips, his face snarling. Jessica was afraid Ben would do something foolish and confront the angry black. He was at least six inches taller than Ben and probably a good fifty pounds heavier. Ben was no match for him.

Just then, the bartender leaned over the bar and, in a whining voice, started, "now, Leroy...". Seeing Leroy take a step toward him, the old man left his sentence unfinished, clearly frightened of the younger and bigger black.

Leroy boomed, "shut the fuck up, nigga." Leroy pushed past Ben, knocking him against the wall with his shoulder and, with three or four long strides, stepped to the bar in front of the visibly scared bartender. He grabbed the old man by the shirt with his left hand and jerked him forward and down, then rammed his head onto the bar with his other hand behind the gray head. Leroy roughly twisted the man's face so one cheek was flattened against the wood, then leaned over and spoke in his ear, the words too low for anyone else to hear. Whatever the big man said really put the fear of God in the bartender, because when Leroy released him, the old black quickly shuffled down to the other end of the bar, his eyes avoiding contact with others in the hushed room. He picked up an old rag and began to busily wipe the scarred wood surface of the bar.

Someone in the dim room muttered a loud "oh, shit, Leroy's pissed." Immediately, four of the blacks sitting at tables noisily got up and made a hasty exit to the door, one of them knocking over his chair as he hurried to get out of there. An old man sitting at the middle of the bar slid off his stool, gripping his bottle of beer and followed the others out the door, shaking his head in apparent aggravation, but saying nothing.

On his way back to the billiard table, Leroy paused at a table, leaned over and whispered something to one of two black men sitting there. The sitting black vigorously nodded his head and grinned, then turned to look at Ben and Jessica still standing next to the broken phone. He looked up at Leroy and spoke, his words only loud enough for the big man and the black sitting next to him to hear, then cackled. His words brought a loud guffaw from his buddy, who also turned and looked at the white couple. Leroy returned to the area of the pool table and again whispered something to one of the blacks still standing by the table with cue in hand, receiving another nod of approval from the obviously delighted man, one of the younger ones in the room, probably no more than in his early twenties.

Ben and Jessica had been observing Leroy's actions nervously, not sure whether they should run out of the bar or what. Jessica leaned over to Ben and whispered, "Ben, I'm scared. We better leave."

Ben nodded and, his arm around Jessica's waist protectively, began to walk through the narrow space between the pool table and wall. They got half the length of the table before Leroy blocked their path, his massive frame filling the small escape path. "Where you goin', white boy?" his deep voice boomed, his hands curled into fists resting on his hips.

Ben's fear was revealed in his reply, "I-I, w-we need to find a phone."

Leroy leaned his head back and laughed fiendishly, then glared into Ben's eyes. "Not until me and my brothers have some fun, you don't."

Ben took a deep breath, then, with his arm tightening around Jessica's waist, he stepped to the side of the large black man in an effort to get around him. Leroy moved in unison to Ben, further blocking the couple's way, still glaring at the smaller white man. Ben's voice took on a pleading tone, "pl-please, let us pass."

Without warning, Leroy's right arm swung backward in a short arc, then forward in a low blow to Ben's stomach, his massive fist almost lifting Ben's feet off the floor. Ben doubled over in pain and began to retch, his stomach reacting to the unexpected blow. Leroy planted his open palm on the top of the bent head before him and pushed, sending Ben backward to land on his ass on the tiled floor with a loud grunt.


Billiards



Many thanks to floss83 for first editing and improving this story and to LovelyAnon for further editing improvements.

Dinner and billiards Wednesday at 8

Cocktail attire

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Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna called each other before they responded to the unusual invitation from the club.

They knew it was from the club, even though there was no phone number or return address, because of the magnolia logo on the card. But who was inviting them? And why billiards? None of them played billiards.

They called some of their other friends at the club, but no one knew what they were talking about. As far as they could tell, they were the only ones who had received an invitation.

Finally, they called the club , but the person on the desk couldn't answer their questions. All she told them was that the new owner of the club would call them back.

The four friends often told others that they had been members of the club even before they were born, because their mothers were members when they were pregnant.

They liked to think of themselves as being younger versions of their mothers. They had grown up spoiled and indulged. They went through a wild period starting with their junior year in high school and continuing through their junior year in college. But then they got sensible, found some wealthy boys from local families to marry and morphed into spoiled country club wives.

Scarlett was the first to get a call. The voice was soft and pleasant, with a local accent. "Hi Scarlett," she said. "My name is Betty Jean Beaumont, and I'm the new owner of the club. You probably don't remember me, but I went to school with you."

Scarlett thought for a moment. "I knew a Betty Jean Jerome, who was the daughter of one of our servants," she said. "But you don't sound like her. I remember I used to tease her a lot when we were kids, and she was always crying."

"You did a lot more than that, Scarlett," said Betty, "especially when you got together with your friends Charlotte, Emily and Susanna. Yes, I'm the same Betty Jean, and I remember all of you well. I went away to school, got a business degree, got married, got divorced and came back to town to be closer to my mother.

"When I bought the club, I noticed you and the others were on our roster. The staff told me the four of you are still as cruel as ever and that you all enjoy tormenting them. Is that true?"

Scarlett ignored the question. "Why, Betty Jean," she said. "What a pleasure to make your acquaintance again. It sounds like you did really well for yourself. Imagine being able to buy our exclusive club at your age. We've been members since before we were born. It's like our second home. We love it because it's one of the few clubs left that won't let riff-raff in. We have a few tokens, so we don't get in trouble. But most of the members are still like us and our parents."

"I know," said Betty. "I'm going to be changing some of the requirements for new applicants and also for continuing members. Times are changing. That's why the families that ran the club had to sell it to someone with business sense before it went broke.

"The new configuration may not include the four of you and your families. That's why I invited you to dinner to talk about it. Would you like to RSVP now?"

Scarlett was too stunned to say anything for a second. Did she hear right? How could she be thrown out of her own club? They had always paid their dues, and except for a few teenage incidents involving booze, pot and sex that her parents had hushed up, there had never been any trouble.

She and her friends loved the club because they were surrounded by the right kind of people, people like themselves. It sounded like Betty was going to let more riff-raff in. That was bad enough, but she could understand if the club desperately needed their money. But why was she throwing out paying members? It sounded like Betty had a chip on her shoulder.

"I don't understand," Scarlett finally said. "And what does this have to do with dinner and billiards?"

"That's something I added for us," said Betty. "You probably don't remember, but while she was working for your mother, my mom would sometimes work on weekends at the club, especially for the Saturday night dinners when nearly all the members would show up.

"She often brought me along when she had no one to babysit. I must have been really small the first time I saw the men and the women split up after dinner. The men went into the billiards room, and the women went into the card room. I went with the women the first few times, but then I got curious about what the men were doing, so I snuck over there and watched them from behind a utility door.

"That was the first time I ever saw billiards, and for some reason, I was fascinated. I watched them many times and then forgot all about it until I went away to college and saw a billiard table in the freshman dorm social hall. I was drawn to it and ended up spending many hours practicing and playing. For me, it was the best way to relax when I needed a break from studying.

"Even though I was sort of a campus champ, I never did much with it after school. But when I took over here and saw the billiard room again, all the memories came back. I got to thinking about billiards, my mother and me and the four of you, and that's why I invited you for billiards."

"But we don't play billiards," said Scarlett.

"I'd like the four of you to try it after dinner, but it will be up to you," said Betty. "Listen, my assistant needs my attention. I've got to go. Should I put you down for Wednesday?"

"Just a minute," said Scarlett. "Why 8 p.m. on Wednesday? No one is at the club on Wednesday night."

"That's the idea," said Betty. "It's a private late dinner. Just the four of us and some of the staff that knows you so well, I mean that you know so well. Listen, it sounds like you're not interested, and that's all right. Rather than talk about it Wednesday, I can just let you know if you qualify when I decide on the new rules. Your dues are paid up until the end of the year, so nothing would go into effect anyway until January. You'll have lots of time to make other arrangements."

It sounds like she's already made her decision, thought Scarlett. She thought for a moment. "This is all so disconcerting, Betty Jean," she said. "It's only Friday night. Would you mind if I let you know by Monday."

"Not at all," said Betty. "That would be fine. I've got to go now. Bye."

When Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna compared notes after each had talked to Betty, they found that the conversations were almost identical. At first they were angry that this woman, whom they remembered as a cry-baby and bad sport, had the power to exclude them from the club that was at the center of their lives. None of them could remember her at all beyond middle school, although she must have been a classmate. She was never on their radar.

They talked about the invitation, and they were certain that it involved some kind of childish payback for past sins that they had long forgotten. But in the end, they agreed that they should humor Betty and try to use charm and flattery to deflect her from her petty revenge.

When they walked into the club Wednesday night, it seemed darker than usual, and when Betty came out of her office to greet them, they remarked on it. "That's because we're saving energy," she said. "At times when there are few members using the club, we minimize the lighting. It's one of the many things I'm changing to put this place on a sustainable fiscal basis."

She led them into the dining room, which seemed eerie, because most of the lights were on, but only one table was set in the center of the room. The table was immaculately laid out for a formal dinner, and when they sat down, the servers brought the first course. All four of the friends commented on how delicious it was, and they didn't even have to fake their sincerity.

Each course that followed was just as good, and they found the dinner table conversation fascinating, too. After a little chit-chat, Betty told them she'd like to reminisce a little and began telling stories about her childhood.

Each story involved at least one of the four doing something nasty, hurtful, spiteful, painful, humiliating or sadistic to young Betty. Often two or three of them ganged up on her, and sometimes it was all four.

The four focused on their food and said nothing. They wondered if they should apologize for being brats when they were children. It seemed so petty.

After a while Betty paused and took a deep breath before she spoke again. "Now I'm going to tell you about the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. The other stuff seems distant to me now, and I didn't think about it for years -- until I saw your names again.

"But this one haunts me. It must have devastated me as a kid, because sometimes I still dream about it and wake up feeling mortified. This one I'm sure you'll remember.

"I think it hurt me so much because I was 12 years old and already in that stage where things were happening with my body that I didn't understand. I was particularly modest and shy.

"The four of you had gotten into trouble again. I forgot what you did, but it really got your mothers angry. I think it had happened the day before a mother-daughter luncheon at the club on a Saturday.

"My mother was one of the servers at the luncheon. She had dressed me up in a pretty dress so that I wouldn't look out of place and told me to sit in a far corner of the dining room and read my book.

"The mothers at your table were talking about what you had done and how you really deserved to be punished and how other mothers would give you a good spanking. Of course, you all knew your mothers wouldn't do anything like that, so you were probably acting smug.

"Susanna's mother saw my mother bringing something to the table, and she stopped her and asked her to tell the girls what she would do if I ever did anything like you girls had done.

"My mother told her that she would punish me of course, but she was sure that I would never do anything that bad. 'I want to teach these girls a lesson,' said Susanna's mother, 'so let's pretend Betty really did something that bad. How would you punish her?'

"My mother said she would give me a good tongue lashing and ground me and maybe even give me some swats. She was telling the truth. When I grew up and I was naughty, I used to get a dose of swats. My mother knew the humiliation of it was the best teacher. I loved my mother with all my heart, even though I hated the swats. Afterward, I realized they were given in love and were always less than I deserved.

"'How many swats would she get?' Susanna's mother asked.

"'It depends,' said my mother.

"'How would she get them?'"

My mother said she'd lay me across her knees and use her hand.

"Susanna's mother must have thought this was making an impression on the four of you, because she told my mother she saw me sitting in the corner and she'd like my mother to show the girls exactly what happened to me when I did bad things.

"My mother told me later that she looked at Scarlett's mother, who was nodding hard up and down at her. She said that she couldn't think of anything else at the moment except the fact that Scarlett's mom was her boss and she couldn't afford to upset her because she knew that she might not only lose her job but also not get another one that paid as well, because Scarlett's mother wouldn't recommend her to other members of the club. She might even lose her weekend work at the club.

"She said she was scared and had no idea where this was leading, but she agreed and walked over to me, with the entire table getting up and following her. They surrounded me in the corner, and I remember looking up and wondering what was going on. "My mother sat down next to me, and I saw there were tears in her eyes. She whispered to me, 'Betty Jean, I'm sorry, but please just go along with this for a moment. Please!'

"I got scared. 'Of course, Momma,' I said.

"'Show the girls what you do when Betty Jean acts up,' said Susanna's mother.

"'I lay her over my lap like this,' she said, pulling me to her and pushing me down over her lap. I remember being mortified, because I was scared my panties would show, but I didn't resist.

"'And what would you do then?' Susanna's mom said.

"'I would give her some swats,' said my mom.

"'But first you'd pull her panties down to her ankles, wouldn't you?' said Susanna's mom.

"'No, I never --,' said my mom and stopped. She looked at Scarlett's mom and saw she was nodding hard up and down.

"My mother grabbed my panties and ripped them down my legs. I screamed.

"'Now show the girls how you swat her,' said Susanna's mom.

"My mom lightly slapped my bottom, and I screamed again.

"One of you said, 'She hardly touched her,' and Susanna's mom said, 'Show her. Give her some real swats, just a couple.'

"I heard my mother gasp and then she gave me two hard swats and shoved me off her lap. I fell to the floor screaming and pulled up my panties and ran out of the room. I heard your laughter as I ran through the club to the road down the hill. My mom caught up with me in her car a few minutes later as I was walking down the side of the road sobbing my eyes out.

"When I got into the car, I heard her sobbing harder than me. She drove the car down the narrow road until she could pull into a strip mall. Then she stopped and pulled me into her arms and we sat there crying together. I don't remember what happened after that, but I do remember the next day she told me she hoped I was going to be a good girl from now on because she would never lay a finger on me again.

"That Friday, she was angry when she came home. She told me her weekly pay check was double the normal amount. She said she felt like throwing it in the face of Scarlett's mom, but that she was going to put all the extra money in my college fund." "Yes, I remember that day," said Scarlett. "But we were all young girls then. Do you want us to apologize now for what we were then?"

"No, of course not," said Betty. "But my staff has told me a lot about the four of you. I learned about a few other members that occasionally cause trouble, but they told me you were the only ones who constantly degraded and belittled them, and you all seem to enjoy making things more difficult for them. They all genuinely despise you.

"After hearing from them, I realized that you hadn't changed since we were children and that dealing with you might bring back my nightmares. I finally decided I had three choices.

"One, I could sell the club. But I scratched that. The reason I got it was because it was in big trouble, and I haven't had a chance to turn it around yet and make it worth somebody else buying it.

"Two, I could find a way to get you out of here so I would never have to see or deal with you again.

"Three, I could get closure for what you and your mothers did to me and to my mother."

The women were eating dessert by that time. Up to now, the dinner had been delicious and the stories amusing, but suddenly the mood had changed.

"We would never want to leave our club," said Emily. "What do you mean by closure?"

"I would need to hurt and humiliate each one of you to square things with what was done to my mother and me."

All four women gasped. What kind of monster were they talking to? They looked at each other, but no one got up to storm out of the room.

"Please explain what you mean," said Scarlett.

"Well, the staff and I worked out something for tonight," said Betty. "As you see, the club is deserted. The night watchman has had several run-ins with you, and he's one of the people participating. It was quite a job putting this together, and we're not going to do it again. So it's tonight or never.

"It requires you to let me do whatever I want to you for the next two hours. You can change your minds whenever you want and leave, and the only thing that will happen is your club membership will expire in December. Or you can stay and take your punishment and remain members.

"I will promise you that I won't do anything violent. You may experience pain and discomfort, but it will be mostly humiliation. And I also promise you that no one else except the people who are here and maybe a couple of other employees will ever know."

The four of them sat straight up as they heard this. They were in shock, and for a few minutes no one said anything.

Then Charlotte asked, "Can we talk this over?"

"Yes," said Betty. "I'll leave the room and give you 10 minutes. It's getting late, and some of the people helping me will need to leave in a couple of hours."

When she came back to the room, she saw that all four of them had been crying. They were silent while she looked at them.

"Well, what's it going to be?" asked Betty.

"We shouldn't do this, but we're going along with it," said Scarlett. "But if you harm a hair on our heads, you'll be rotting in jail."

"Don't worry," said Betty, "I won't touch your heads. Follow me. We're going to the billiards room." She led the procession, five women in cocktail dresses, followed by six servants in uniform.

"It's simple," said Betty. "I'm going to play a game of pocket billiards on the table here." One of the tables was brightly illuminated, not just from the light hanging down from the ceiling, but also from several large standing lights placed around it.

"The only unusual thing about this game is that you ladies will be the corner pockets." They looked at each other. None of them knew anything about billiards.

"First, I want all of you to remove your panties and take off your shoes," said Betty, causing some angry whispering among the four friends, but they complied.

"Put them over here on the other pool table. Now I want each of you to climb up on the pool table and sit down in one corner, facing the middle. The staff will put some cushions under you to make you more comfortable.

"Good. Now each of you lift your legs up until your knees are bent and your feet are on the felt. Next spread your legs wide apart. Wider! I like that you are old fashioned girls like me and don't shave, but I need to see where I'm aiming.

"Between your legs are a couple of pockets, and my goal is to fill one of them with these billiard balls."

Betty took a long, heavy round stick and went to one end the table and pushed a white ball hard against 15 colored balls that were packed tightly in triangle at the other end of the table. When the white ball hit them, the other balls exploded into all directions, bouncing against the bumpers at the sides of the table and hitting each other.

"That's called breaking," she said. "I see that some of the balls hit you, but not hard enough to hurt."

"Now I'm going to take this cue ball, the white one, and with my cue, this long stick, I'm going to aim the cue ball at one of the other balls. The object is to bump one ball in front of each pocket. This is the hardest part. Let's see how many shots it takes."

The women looked on in morbid fascination as Betty began using her stick to push the white ball at the other balls. It took her eight shots to line up a ball that was touching the pubic hair of each woman. She stopped.

"And I guess now you're going to push the ball into our vaginas?" said Charlotte. "That's pretty disgusting."

"No," said Betty, "that would be too easy. All of you have had babies. The bigger challenge will be to get the ball into your other pocket."

Emily screamed.

"Shhhh," said Betty. "I'm sure no one can hear you across the golf course, but you wouldn't want anyone coming in here now and seeing this, would you? If you think you can't help yourself and want a gag, tell me and we'll put something in your mouth."




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"I don't think you could shoot those balls into our vaginas," said Scarlett, "and there's no way you could get them into the other place."

"But I haven't shown you one other thing we use in pool," said Betty. "See this. It's called a bridge. Felicia, would you and Raul please prepare Scarlett first."

One of the uniformed employees Raul got behind Scarlett and started putting his arms around her. She pushed them away indignantly. Betty didn't say anything. Scarlett looked all around her at the faces of her friends and the club's employees as if expecting someone to come to her rescue. They were all looking at her expectantly. She signaled Raul to come back.

He put his arms around her and reached for her legs, grabbing them behind the knees. He spread them wide and he pulled her back, exposing her ass. A woman in uniform came over. She was holding a kitchen baster in one hand and rubbing oil on the nozzle. She carefully inserted the nozzle in Scarlett's anus and squeezed the large bulb. Scarlett's body jerked.

"She's only filling you with lube so you won't be hurt," said Betty. "Now, you're ready for the six ball and the bridge. The ball is right at the pocket. I'm pushing it very softly but steadily. The pocket is not open yet, but a little oil came out because the ball is now shiny. Once it's open, the ball will drop in fast. I see the little opening stretching. Oops, there it goes. See how fast the hole closes around it. One ball in."

During the process Scarlett began breathing faster and faster and looking around wildly, but she couldn't move in Raul's grasp. The others were watching in amazement as the ball went in.

"Now it's Charlotte's turn," said Betty.

"No," said Charlotte, who was deathly pale. "I'm leaving."

"That's fine," said Betty, "but this is all or nothing. If she walks, all of you may as well leave. It means you've chosen option two, and the New Year's Eve party is the last time I have to see all of you."

"Charlotte," said Scarlett, breathing in and out slowly now. "It's not that bad, just uncomfortable. You can do it. Don't let her destroy our lives."

Charlotte didn't move. The others encouraged her, and finally she nodded. She jumped when Raul put his arms around her, but she controlled herself better than Scarlett when the ball was pushed in.

When all four of them had been filled, Betty walked around to each one, looking them up and down, lifting up their dresses and looking between their legs. "I'm just drinking this in," she said and smiled at them.

"Are you finished?" said Susanna.

"Just starting," said Betty. "Look down here. In pocket billiards, there are 15 balls, and the game isn't over until all of them are in a pocket."

"But we already have a ball inside us," said Susanna.

"Not to worry," said Betty. "There was a porn star named Marilyn Chambers who once got five rubber balls inside her ass, and they were all bigger than these pool balls. You're only getting four each."

"No!" shrieked Emily.

"Quiet," said Scarlett. "We've come this far, so we may as well finish."

"I think so, too," said Betty. "You noticed that some of the staff is walking around the table and shooting this on video. If we stop now, I think there's enough for me to watch to get some closure and help with the nightmares. But you still won't keep your memberships unless we finish."

All four of the women began crying when she said this, and Betty smiled as she watched them. Finally, they stopped.

"Are you going to -- ," began Charlotte.

"Put the videos on the Internet?" finished Betty. "No. They will be for my private use only. After I edit them, I will have one special showing for all the people who helped me tonight and a couple of the other staff who know you well, but it will be at my home and I'll have the only copy. I won't share them with anyone else unless you force me to. For instance, if you file a lawsuit or any other legal action, this would be evidence for you, and your lawyers would want the jury to see the video.

"Even if you tell them not to subpoena it, my lawyer would put it into evidence anyway, because I recorded our dinner conversation and your agreement. I would probably still be found guilty, but when the jury hears my reasoning, they might not be as hard on me. You know, once the court clerks get hold of something like this, it has a way of getting copied and shared. But I'm sure you're not going to sue me, so that will never happen."

She lined up the cue ball, and this time it took her only six shots to line up four more balls in the right spots. It didn't take as much effort with the bridge to push them in.

Two more rounds went quicker, and finally, the last ball, the cue ball was inside Susanna, and there were no balls left on the table. Again Betty walked around them. All of them were shifting uncomfortably, and their faces were grimacing.

"All done," she said, and they stared at her.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You want those things out before you go home. Would you like me to reach in and pull them out?"

Emily gave a short scream.

"I'm only kidding," said Betty. "Getting them out is going to be fun. We don't want to tear anything, so I want you all to carefully slide off the table and stand up on the floor, keeping your legs tight together.

"Scarlett, you first. Shuffle over here where I have this plastic bucket and the video cameras aiming up from the floor. We're going to capture this in slow motion.

"Now open your legs and put them on either side of the bucket. Now you need to bend over as far as you can. Lupe will hold your hands so you don't fall over. That's the way. Now your pretty butt is sticking up in the air, and all the lights are shining on it. OK, now start pushing. Slowly, slowly. Good. I see one of the balls. It's like watching you give birth to a billiard ball.

"Slow. Slow. It's starting to slide out. Oops, you shouldn't have jumped when it came out. That knocked a couple of the balls inside you together and sent the second one shooting out too fast. From the way you screamed, I'll bet that hurt.

"OK. Breathe deeply and relax for a minute before we start again. Two to go. OK, now bend over and push carefully. I see it. It's moving. There, it came out and dropped into the bucket, and you were able to control yourself this time. Boy are you breathing fast. Just one more to go and you're done. Bend over. Push slowly, slowly. I see it. Beautiful. It's starting to move. It's out. Congratulations, Scarlett. I knew you had it in you."

The others watched in horror as the balls emerged from Scarlett's ass, but they couldn't look away. They all watched as each one followed her lead. When they were finished, no one said anything. They walked to the other pool table, put on their panties and shoes and left in silence.

Scarlett, Charlotte, Emily and Susanna never talked about that night again. Their friends thought they were a little subdued for the next few weeks, but after that they were pretty much back to normal.

Nobody noticed that for some reason, whenever they were at the club, no matter what room they were going to, they found a way to avoid going anywhere near the billiard room. Once, a friend sitting with the four at a holiday dinner in the ballroom saw them suddenly grow silent and look as if they had seen a ghost. The friend turned and looked in the direction they were looking, but all she saw was some men in the billiard room playing with the new owner.

The four women rarely talked to Betty. When they did, people noticed that Betty was friendlier to them than any of the other members and always spoke to them wearing a broad smile. The women, on the other hand, always seemed jumpy and nervous around Betty. The employees of the club also noticed that the four were unusually polite and courteous to them and rarely got angry when they felt a mistake had been made.

Occasionally, one of them still got a little out of hand. After one such episode, a friend happened to be standing next to Scarlett when Betty walked over to them. "The owner said something really weird," Scarlett's friend later told her other friends, "It was something like, 'Scarlett, I'm thinking of having some of the staff over to watch some videos in a couple of nights. Would you like to join us?'

"Scarlett turned as white as a ghost, and I heard her say, 'Please, Betty, I'm so sorry. Will you call the waitress out here and let me apologize to her in front of everyone. And here's $40 to add to her pay check this Friday.'

"I asked Scarlett what that was all about, but she ignored my question."



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Billiards

Saturday night, gorgeous. It was a stressful week and I just want to relax. A cozy evening on the sofa cuddled in a warm blanket, drinking tea and reading a good book. Everything is prepared I just want to sit down and start when my phone rings, a short look on my cellphone tells me it's sir. I answer the call.

'Good evening sir.'

'Good evening. Get ready I pick you up in half an hour.'

'Of course sir.'

He ends the call. That was it with my cozy evening. I take a shower, dry my hair and put on a dress. No underwear, that's one of his rules. I dress my hair and put on Make Up. The doorbell rings. Just in time! I go to the door and open him, he steps inside. 

'Hello beauty.'

'Hello sir and thank you.'

'You're very welcome. Are you ready?'

'In just a second.'

I go back into the living room grab my handcase and my cellphone and go back. I put on shoes, do a last check up in the mirror and go back to him.

'I am'

'Then let's go'

He shows me to pass him by and I do so. He closes the door with his second key and follows me to the lift. We step inside and it moves down. We look at each other and I smile at him as he strokes my hair and pulls me to him to kiss me. It seems to be an endless kiss, it is very engaging and demanding and I love it! When we reach the groundfloor it feels as if it took us hours to get there even if I know it have just been some seconds. We step outside the building. He parked in front of it. He opens up the door for me and I sit down on the co-driver seat. The door closes and he walks around the car while I fasten my seatbelt. He sits down next to me and starts the motor.

'Where do we go sir?'

'We'll play billiards tonight.'

'Oh nice! I often played it with friends.'

'I know. I hope I have a little chance to win though.'

'I'm sure you have, I didn't play for years now.'

He grins. It takes about half an hour till he parks the car. I take a look around. This doesn't seem to be our designation. As more I'm surprised when my door opens up. I step outside looking at him puzzled.

'What's wrong darling?'

'I'm just not sure what we are here for.'

'We'll play billiards here.'

'Here?'

'Yes, why are you that puzzled?'

'It's only, I expected a little bar or something like that.'

'Wait a bit.'

We step inside a building from the inside it obvious is a restaurant or at least it seems to one. We are greeted by a waitress. 

'Good evening.'

'Good evening, I aloofed for Smith.'

'Of course sir. Follow me please.'

She leads us to a wall. Ok it's not a wall but it looks like one till she pushes a hidden button and the wall appears to be a door. We step into the room behind. It's a booth which entires a table which is laid for two and a billiard table. The waitress leaves us alone and closes the door.

'Have a seat honey.'

He point on one of the chairs. I sit down and he sits opposite of me. He looks into my eyes, I love his eyes they are so deep. They are my abyss and my liferaft. 

'You are doing it again'

'I don't know what you are talking about.'

'You have this glimpse. The one that makes me crazy if you don't stop little girl, I'll have to turn you around.'

I have to laugh. The way he said it as if he would take me here and now in a restaurant. Where the waitress could come in every second. As if he'd do that. He smiles.

'You don't believe that I would do it do you?'

'No sir. That is too crazy.'

That moment the waitress comes in and brings our food. I wonder because we didn't order anything.

'The food you ordered sir.'

Oh I should have known better! He ordered for us. The waitress leaves and closes the door. We are alone. We eat in silence the only thing we exchange are glimpses here and there. When we are done he asks me for a round of billiards. I'm grinning. He won't have a chance. I'm good even if I didn't play a quite a long time. I start and the first two billiard balls are in - the ten and the fourteen. I'm grinnig. 

'Good start, little one.'

'Thank you but I'm not yet done sir.'

The twelve lies perfect for me. I try to and it's in. But so is the blank ball too and he can place it wherever he wants- shit!

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'

It's his turn. He counts two balls it's up to me. And the blank ball lies horrible I can't reach it good enough so I bend over but the table is so high that I have problems to stay on the floor with one of my feet. Whatever I have to try and hope for him not to get it. I count the one I wanted to. When I turn to him he has this grin.

'Did you enjoy your view sir?'

'Oh I did but thats not the reason I smile.'

'Why do you smile then?'

'You where cheating and I will punish you for your fault.'

'My fault? I don't know what you're talking about sir.'

'None of your feet were touching the floor.'

'Oh I didn't get that. I'm sorry. Then you're up next I guess.'

'Nice try princess, but I have my own rules to this. Bend over the table.'

I do lean over it so that he sees my ass. He pulls up my dress and takes out the analplug I'm wearing the hole day after I read his sms this morning. He spreads my asshole with his fingers and says

'Very nice, little one, very nice! And now your punishment...' He apears in my field of view and walks to the drop pocket my last ball hit and takes it out. He holds it infront of my face saying' I will have a Hole-in-One now' I have to laugh.

'But sir that's the wrong game.'

'We'll see honey.'

He kisses my forhead and walks behind me. I feel preasure on my asshole and I'm surprised and a bit scared when I realise what he plans to do. He pushes more and more and I feel my asshole spreading around the ball. It hurts but it's not to much I focus on my breath and try to controll it. Then it is in I have a tear in my eye but I'm ok. He turns me around.

'Good girl. That will happen every time that you deceive.'

'Ok sir.'

The game passes by faster the I thought, in the and he won and my ass is filled with three balls. Three balls that are teasing me the whole time. I am wet and I hope that we play on even if the game is over. He doesn't disappoint me. He comes to me from the other side of the table and bends me over. 'I will fuck you now with those balls inside you to show you that it doesn't bring you anything to cheat.'

The billiard balls in my ass where making me that wet that he doesn't have no problem to slide inside even if I felt much to small for him. I don't even get to say anything. He is in me that fast that the only thing I can sound is a moan cause he spreads me very much. His dick inside me is so big that with the preasure of the balls in my ass it creates this little bit of pleasurable pain that I need so much. He umps insede me hard. I feel used. Used by him for his pleasure. It feels as if that was the only thing I was existing for. Made for giving him what he needs. His strokes are getting harder and deeper and I get closer and closer to the edge.

'Sir. Please, please may I cum?'

'Do so!'

His words are the last things I need and I fall over the cliff. My pussy pulsates around him as the wave of my orgasm is floating over me. He pulls my hair and far away I hear his scream as he cumes with me.



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Jessica screamed, "Ben, oh, Ben!" She made a move to help her husband, now lying in a fetal position on the floor.

Leroy grabbed her hair and slammed her against the wall, holding her there with her hair pulled above her head. "Leave him there, you white bitch. You got other things to do." As he spoke, Leroy used his other hand to cup one of Jessica's breasts, squeezing it painfully, causing her to wince with the pain and cry out in a tiny whimper.

"Eeeii, please, please don't," Jessica pleaded, her plea ending in another cry, "owww," as Leroy twisted his hand on her soft mound, her tiny hands covering his in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure.

Her pleas made Leroy grin evilly, but he released her hair and breast, his hands dropping to her small waist, completely encircling her body. Leroy lifted her straight up and held her over his head, her feet dangling in front of his hips, her eyes wide with fear and bewilderment. Leroy turned and stood Jessica on the felt top of the pool table, then stepped back to examine her, his eyes focusing first on her feet in her white high heels, her tiny ankles, then moved up her shapely, tanned legs, admiring the muscles of her calves, the alluring curving that ended in her knees, then up to the white linen skirt Jessica was wearing, barely revealing her rounded thirty-four inch hips that pinched in to her twenty-four inch waist. Leroy stared at the flowery silk button-up blouse with a Nehru collar that Jessica had selected for her plane trip, his eyes burning into where her small breasts pushed against the silky material. Last, Leroy's stare examined Jessica's lovely face, appreciating her full lips, bare of any lipstick, her tiny button nose, and her beautiful green eyes. His eyes locked onto her's, willing Jessica to return his stare, her fear making it impossible for her to look away, like a deer caught in a car's headlights at night.

Finished with his examination of the shaking woman standing awkwardly on the table, Leroy commanded, "strip for us, bitch. Take them clothes off."

Jessica's eyes opened wider in disbelief, her mouth slightly opening as if to protest, but saying nothing. Hearing the big black's words, Ben had struggled to his knees, his hands gripping the edge of the pool table, then pushing him- self erect. "No, no, mister. L-leave her alone," Ben managed to blurt as he held his aching stomach.

Angrily, Leroy's large hand swung in an arc, landing solidly on the side of Ben's head above his left ear with a loud smack. Ben went stumbling backward, falling against the wall, his head thumping hard as he went to the floor. "You shut your mouth, boy." Leroy stepped to where Ben lay and kicked him in the ribs, causing Ben to roll over on his stomach. Leroy reached down and stuck his hand in the back pocket of Ben's pants, then with a strong jerk, tore the pocket lose from the rest of the material, leaving a gaping hole that revealed Ben's underwear. When Leroy straightened, he had Ben's wallet in his big paw. He flipped the leather billfold open, saw several bills and withdrew them, stuffing the money in his pocket. Leroy then fished through the credit cards, selecting a couple and putting them with the money he had taken. He saw Ben's driver's license and pulled it out of the glascene window and studied it for a minute before sticking it in his pocket with the other loot before throwing the wallet on the pool table.

Jessica cried out, "pl-please don't hurt him! Pleeease!" She stepped to the side of the table and leaned over to see if Ben was seriously hurt. Seeing the large red spot forming on his cheek and ear, Jessica turned her head toward Leroy and begged, "don't hit him again, please? I'll do what you say, just d-don't hit him any more." Her face emphasized her concern for her husband, her mouth turning down into a pout, her eyes beseeching.

He pointed at two of the blacks standing on the other side of the bar and motioned to the half-unconscious Ben. They quickly went around the far end of the table and, each taking an arm, dragged Ben around the felt table to a chair and dropped him in it, his head again hitting the wall as the chair tilted backward, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Leroy returned his attention to the visibly shaken girl on the table who was staring at her husband's limp body. He quickly reminded Jessica of his earlier command as though nothing had happened. "I said, take them clothes off, you white whore. Either you take them off, or I'll cut 'em off." As he finished his order, Leroy reached in his back pocket and withdrew a pearl handled straight razor. Then with a flick of his wrist, he flipped it open, revealing a long, shiny blade, holding it up for Jessica to see that he meant what he said.

His last words caused a commotion at the tables in the front of the bar. Two black women had risen to their feet, their hands clutching the men they were sitting with, pulling the staring men from their seats. Leroy turned at the sound they had made and laughed, then turned serious as he spoke, "not you, Chantel. Sit yo ass down. Anyone else want to leave, you betta go now." The woman called Chantel immediately sat back down while the other woman, after slapping the back of the head of the man she was with, quickly pulled him out the door with her. Leroy took a step toward the tables, looking at where the woman he had called Chantel sat with a tall, skinny black man with glasses. "You git your ass out of here, too, Alphonse. We'll take care of your woman."

The skinny black noticeably grimaced at the use of his proper name, knowing the ribbing he would receive, as he arose from his chair meekly, too afraid of the mean Leroy to argue. His fear of ribbing was quickly realized as a black at a table near him yelled out, "Alphonse? Alphonse? That you name, Al?" Then he bent over in helpless laughter. Another voice loudly advised, "you betta git home to yo mutha, Alphonse. She's lookin' fer you." More laughter followed as Alphonse made a hasty run for the door, his head bent in shame.

Leroy pointed at the black at the table he had whispered to earlier, then at the door. The man quickly got up and went to the door and flipped the dead bolt, then stepped to the wall beside the bar and opened an electric circuit box, appeared to hunt for something, then flipped two switches, the snapping sound loud in the hushed room.

Leroy turned back to face the pool table, and again raised the straight razor for Jessica to see. She hesitated briefly, staring at the blade reflecting the light above the table, then, her face reddening as tears appeared in her eyes, she reached for the top button of her blouse with shaking hands, fumbling with it until it came unfastened. Jessica went to the next button, then the next, and the last one above the waistband of her skirt. She pulled the silken material out of her skirt with trembling hands, smoothing it subconsciously around her hips before undoing the remaining button. Her hands dropped to her sides, the blouse opening slightly, as she prepared herself mentally to complete the black man's orders.

Taking another deep breath, Jessica opened her blouse wide and removed it from first one shoulder and then the other, letting it slide down her left arm while gripping it with her right hand. She stood there holding the blouse, her white 34A bra completely covering her breasts, making it appear as though she was flat-chested, almost boyish. She looked around for a place to lay the dainty covering, not wanting it to get soiled, then settled on dropping it on the edge of the pool table.

The younger black standing by the side of the table guffawed, "hell, Leroy, she don't have ANY tits. Ol' Tom has a bigger chest than she does."

His belittling words made Jessica's face turn even redder and she crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to hide the tell-tale bra.

Leroy was aggravated by the interruption of the strip show and he growled at the young black, "shut up, BJ." Then he impatiently ordered Jessica, "get them clothes off, slut."

Jessica jumped at his sharp voice and immediately dropped her arms and started to reach behind her to undo her skirt. Leroy halted her move with another sharp command. "Not the skirt, bitch. Take that bra off. Let me see if you're a woman or some sissy boy."

Jessica obeyed, her eyes downcast, staring at some unseen spot on the felt at her feet, as she slipped first one strap off a shoulder and then the other, working her arms out of the thin, loosened, straps. With the straps hanging under her arms, Jessica worked the strap surrounding her chest around to the front, her small, cone-shaped breasts jutting out over the elastic material. Her breasts were indeed small, but so perfectly shaped that their size didn't really matter. The small globes could easily have passed the pencil test, having no sag to the delicate white skin at all, and pointing straight ahead like beacons, the dark pink nipples surrounded by a small circle of darker, puckered skin that blended into the whiteness of each dainty breast, the two matching mounds separated by a tan vee allowed there by her bikini bathing suit. Jessica undid the two hooks holding the bra together and bent over to place it on top of her blouse, her breasts slightly swinging, gravity pulling them away from her chest, shaping them like small funnels. When she straightened, she started to put her hands over her breasts, then caught herself, not wanting to further anger the mean-looking Leroy, and dropped her hands to her sides as she awaited his further command.

Her now-bare chest brought several comments from the black men in the room. Even those who had been sitting at tables had approached the pool table to watch the white woman strip. "Shit, man, her tits are still a mouthful," one observed, while another contradicted, "hell, Shana's twelve-year-old girl has bigger tits than those." His remark was quickly answered by a black standing in back of the crowd around the table. "Fuck, Ras, that ain't where your cock goes no way." The comment brought several laughs from the others as well as shouted agreement.

Leroy's voice boomed again in his deep bass, "now the skirt, whore. We've seen enough of yer tits."

The black called Ras echoed in agreement, "yeh, you white trash slut, show us somethin' better than those little tits." Others in the crowd clamored for the completely embarrassed Jessica to take off the rest of her clothes, laughing and commenting on her body.

Jessica demurely reached behind her and, uncovering the zipper, slid it down the back of her skirt, then she undid the solitary button at the waistband of the expensive linen garment, her mind thankful that she had on a new pair of panties devoid of any period stain while mortified that they would see she was wearing a pair of bikinis, shaped almost like a thong. No one other than Ben had ever seen her in her underwear and the shame of so many leering eyes watching her every move was almost unbearable. But Jessica continued her undressing, fighting to control and hide her embarrassment, as she worked the top of the skirt over her tanned belly and firm, muscular behind, slowly revealing the white lace undies that dipped from her rounded hips to just above her pubic mound. She heard a loud whistle as she bent to step out of the skirt surrounding her knees, the bending causing the silky material of her panties to wedge between the cheeks of her ass, giving the men behind her an enticing view of her white ass. She carefully folded the skirt and laid it on top of her other garments, always very neat, even in front of the lewd bunch of black men. When she straightened up, she looked around the smoke-filled room, avoiding the many eyes staring at her almost-naked body, calculating how many men were studying her, fearful of what they had planned for her and Ben. She saw that every man in the room, at least twelve, were all standing now, packed around the pool table like it was a dance floor in a strip club. The only figure she saw sitting was the woman Leroy had called Chantel, but even she was attempting to see through the gathering of men at the helpless white girl on the table.

Leroy didn't waste any words, "the panties, cunt."

Jessica winced mentally at the name, feeling further humiliated by the dominating black man referring to her by her privates as though that was all she was, a cunt. Still, almost mechanically, she complied, hooking her thumbs in the band of her panties and sliding them down over her hips, her slow movements even more tantalizing to the crowd, hearing lewd comments but not understanding them. Jessica stepped out of the bikinis and folded them, also, before placing them on the stack of clothing, shielding her shaved pubic bush with one hand as she bent and then straightened.

Leroy crooked a finger at her, "c'mere, slut."

Dutifully, Jessica walked to the end of the pool table where Leroy stood, her hand still modestly in front of her, partially covering her last vestige of decency. Leroy reached out and brushed her hand away roughly, his gesture making it clear that she wasn't to hide any of her body. He stared anew at her total nakedness, drinking in the smooth flow of her legs to her curvy hips, the tan line circling around her body half way down her belly, the barely visible navel, the hourglass shape of her torso, accentuated by her perky breasts. Lastly, he studied her face, his eyes piercing into her very soul, his stare telling her that she belonged to him, body and soul. She would be his slave, his eyes spoke.

The young black named BJ had stepped to where Jessica had placed her clothes and picked up the weightless panties. He fingered the silk, then raised it to his flared nose to sniff her scent, inhaling the perfume of her body before slipping the garment into a pocket and returning his attention to the back of the naked white woman standing at the other end of the table, admiring the curvature of her smooth back, the firm-appearing ass so inviting. His entranced study of the naked figure was interrupted by Leroy saying, "put some music on the box, BJ. And not that damn rap shit, either. This white bitch is going to dance for us." His eyes locked on Jessica's and he prompted, "ain't you, whore?"

Jessica looked down at the no longer scowling face of Leroy and was surprised that she hadn't seen his handsomeness before. Funny, she hadn't ever thought of blacks as being handsome, but she realized that this big man was. He didn't have the normal kinky hair of most blacks, his hair longer, and wavy, slicked down in something like a pompadour. His nose was flared, but barely, his thick lips sensual above a square-cut jaw set in smooth chocolate skin, devoid of any bumps or blemish. He had very broad shoulders that tapered from a chest bulging with muscles to a slender waist and hips, with his butt bulging outward like two compacted muscles waiting to explode with energy. She looked at his arms, admiring the huge knotted biceps with rope-like veins, his forearms smaller copies of his upper arms, his hands that of a laborer, fingers thick and strong.

Jessica was brought back to conscious thought by Leroy repeating, "ain't you, bitch? You going to dance sexy for us." Jessica nodded, somewhat entranced by the commanding figure looking up at her. Hearing the music thumping in a slow jungle beat, it was like a switch had been turned on in her head, transporting Jessica from the terrifying surroundings to a more peaceful place, a place where only she could go, she began to sway, her shoed feet moving in small rhythmic steps, turning slightly on her toes, bending her knees as she rolled her ass, her shoulders undulating sensually, her eyes closed as she moved to the music. Jessica loved to dance and often did so in private, possessing a skill that few white women had, the ability to move her body like a cat in harmony with the music. She was so mesmerized by the music, she didn't even hear the compliments from the crowd of men around her. "Damn, this ho' can dance!" and "man, look at that bitch. She's goo-ood!"

She was brought back to reality only when the music ended, her body immediately regaining the composure and propriety with which she had been raised. Her eyes opened slowly and saw the appreciative praise in the black eyes looking up at her, causing her to question herself, her actions. She looked at Leroy, who was now smiling up at her, unvoiced compliment in his eyes. He broke the spell by ordering, "turn around, girl. Turn around and bend over."

Jessica meekly did as told, standing near the edge of the table in front of the big man, her hands on her closed knees, her tits swaying beneath her. "Spread your legs, trash," Leroy added. Jessica again obeyed, slightly parting her feet, her legs half-spread. "Wider," Leroy ordered briefly. Jessica lifted one leg and planted it a good three feet from the other while she supported her upper body with her hands on her knees.

"Hmm," she heard Leroy mumble, "that's one nice looking pussy." Leroy then stuck one thick finger in the closed lips of her pussy and pushed it in all the way to the third knuckle. Jessica winced from the rough insertion, but said nothing as the finger wiggled inside her, then withdrew. "Nice and tight, but dry as hell," Leroy observed as he stuck the finger in his mouth, sucking on it noisily. "But we goin' to fix that. We'll grease that hole up good." Leroy studied the puckered hole above the pouting lips and commented, "nice looking asshole, too." He pushed his saliva-wettened finger against the tight hole, causing Jessica to start to straighten up with alarm. His angry voice stopped her rising. "Stay like I tol' you, bitch!" Then he jammed the same finger inside her, forcing open the tight sphincter, his knuckles slapping against her exposed bottom.

Jessica cried out, "ahhh, that hurts!" and again tried to straighten up, only to receive a painful slap on her bare ass as the finger plunged in and out, uninterrupted by her efforts to straighten and the tightening of her ass muscles against the intruding digit. Leroy used his other hand on her back to force her head down further, her ass now sticking straight up as her head was forced almost between her legs. As he held her there, Leroy cruelly worked his finger in and out, then added another finger, further stretching the previously unviolated hole. Jessica began to weep softly as she pleaded, "it hurts, it hurts. Please stop." Leroy ignored her and gradually worked another thick finger inside her punished asshole, the first three fingers of his hand ultimately becoming completely buried inside the hot hole.

Finally, Leroy's probing of the sensitive cavity ended, and he took a handker- chief out of his pocket to wipe his smelly fingers, letting Jessica straighten up, her legs spread, not by command, but to ease the pain she was feeling in her bowels. Finishing with the no-longer white square of cloth, Leroy threw it on the floor, then looked up at Jessica, still standing with her back to him, and ordered, "git your ass down here, bitch."

As though she was in a hypnotic trance, Jessica immediately complied with the order, turning around, then sitting on the table, she slid her ass over the edge until her feet touched the floor. She stood there with her hands to her sides, her eyes focused on the middle of Leroy's large, muscular chest, awaiting his will.

Leroy reached out with both hands and grasped a nipple between thumb and fore- finger. The dark pink appendages were half-erect, either from fear or chill, and his vise-like grip on the flattened flesh made them spring to full erection. Leroy chuckled as he pulled downward on the nipples, stretching the skin of Jessica's small breasts into the shape of a pears. "Git on your knees, you cum bucket slut." His downward pull increased as Jessica slowly bent her knees and, bracing herself with her hands on the blacks hips, dropped to her knees, wincing at the pain in her breasts, as her eyes looked straight ahead at Leroy's lower belly. "Take my cock out of my pants, slut. See what you're going to get." He stood over her with his hands on his hips, making no effort to assist Jessica, wanting her to submissively uncover her awaiting penetrator.




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Obediently, Jessica reached out and grasped the zipper handle and pulled it down as far as it would go, then reached her tiny right hand inside the opening, feeling for underwear, surprised to find only thick, curly and matted, hair. She pushed her hand downward through the opening, her fingers encircling a very thick piece of meat, the flesh warm and soft to her touch, yielding as she tried to wrap her fingers around it, then beginning to stiffen as she pulled it upward toward the zipper. Jessica had taken Ben's cock out of his pants before, but it had never been as difficult, even when he wore tight jeans. Leroy's dick was bending where her thumb gripped it, pushing against the material of his pants, giving the appearance of some animal trapped in a bag as she pulled it upward, then moved her grip further toward the head and pulled some more, gradually working the long member in an arc until it was vertical. "How long is this thing?" Jessica questioned mentally. Her efforts to remove the swelling cock was making it grow and stiffen, increasing the difficulty of removing it. After at least a minute of effort, Jessica succeeded, the cock springing forth through the open zipper, the head barely making it past the top of the opening only because of Jessica's final tug.

Jessica's eyes opened wide at the sight before her. She knew the black man's dick was big from her efforts at removing it from his pants, but what she was staring at now was huge! At least by her standards of measurement, which only consisted of the three dicks she had seen in her life time. Two were from flashers and the third was her husband's, none of them capable of comparing with what was now pointing at her face. Jessica wasn't good at calculating the size of objects, but she could see that the dark brown cock was at least the size of the business envelopes she used at work, and they were ten inches in length. The object in front of her had her spellbound as she studied it, her tiny white hand still wrapped around it, the tips of her fingers barely touching, the cooked-liver-colored head slowly becoming unsheathed as the body hardened, stretching the chocolate skin tight, rope-like veins twisting around the surface, the vertical eye in the head seeming to wink at her.

Jessica wasn't the only one impressed with Leroy's dick, as someone spoke with amazement, "you the man, Leroy. You the man!" Others that could see his massive tool murmured in agreement, envious of the big man's big dick.

Leroy interrupted her fascination of his penis. "Stroke it, you cock loving slut. Feel what you goin' to git."

Jessica couldn't believe her willingness to do as Leroy directed, his names for her no longer causing her to cringe. She attempted to question why she was now accepting her humiliation, her degradation, without protest even. "Could it be fear? No, she was past that, numb to further fright. Could it be acceptance of her fate? Maybe." Jessica couldn't explain it to herself as she stroked the huge prick, first with the tips of her fingers, then with her hand half-circled around the shaft.

"Mmmm, that feels good, whore. Now, kiss it. Put your white lips on my black cock and kiss it, all over." Jessica noticeably shuddered at the thought of her lips touching a black man's skin, but proceeded to do as told, keeping her lips closed tightly as she gave the now-hard cock pecks from one end to the other. "Use your tongue, cunt. Kiss it right," Leroy demanded. Mentally resisting but physically complying, Jessica opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her tongue, running the tip up and down his dick. When her tongue touched the tip, Leroy's cock jumped with excitement, striking her nose before settling back to it's position slightly above horizontal. "Gawd, that's so good," Leroy breathed, then began to undo his pants and let them fall to the floor, then kicked out of them. "Lick my nuts, too, you piece of white shit. Smell what a MAN smells like."

Jessica had to raise Leroy's dick against his belly to obey his command, tilting her head sideways as she licked the tightened nut sack, wrinkled and covered with tight curly black hairs. His cock rested against her cheek as she licked his large balls, precum slowly dripping from the eye, adhering to her smooth skin. Jessica's nose was assailed by the musk of the big man, a scent like an animal, not as unpleasant as she had imagined.

Leroy grasped her head in his two large hands and pulled her away from his dick and nuts, pushing her head backwards to look up at him. "You like my black cock, don't you bitch?" Before Jessica could say anything, Leroy revised his words, "no, you LOVE my black cock, don't you?" He stared into her eyes hypnotically, waiting for the reply that Jessica couldn't bring herself to repeat. Leroy moved his hands to her nipples, having to bend over to reach them, and fiercely squeezed the distended, sensitive skin, making Jessica jerk with the sudden pain. "Tell me you love my black cock, whore, or I'll tear these things off."

"Oww," Jessica cried out softly, then agreed, "yes, mister, yes."

Leroy prompted, "Say you love my black cock! And call me 'Master'."

"I-I, I love your bl-black cock, M-Master," Jessica managed to blurt out, her eyes watering with the pain in her nipples, her face turning beet red beneath her tanned skin from the humiliation enforced upon her.

"Ha, ha," Leroy's voice boomed. "I know you do, you white whore. All youse white women do." As emphasis, Leroy grasped his dick at the base and slapped it against her cheek. "Now, I'll let you suck it, you shit slave." He held it against her lips and pushed forward slightly with his hips in a silent command, grinning as Jessica's mouth opened obediently and inserted the head into her hot cavity. She had to stretch her mouth to the limit in order to get the entire head past her lips, her tongue unintentionally brushing against the dripping eye, the taste of precum instantly causing her mouth to water. Leroy felt the increased moisture of her mouth and laughed. "Yeh, you love it, you cheap slut. Your mouth shows it." He wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed forward with his hips, the huge cock ramming into her mouth to the top of her throat. With another push, Leroy forced his cock through the narrow opening, his pubic hairs smashing against her lips, instantly causing Jessica to gag, her hands flying out to push against his hips in vain as Leroy's grip in her hair impaled her face on his full ten inches of hard meat. Jessica's throat spasmed for against the hard intruder, her lungs heaving for air, as her mouth opened even wider in a gag reflex. Her feeble efforts only made the sensation to Leroy's dick greater and he held her tightly for a full minute, reveling in the convulsing of the helpless white girl's throat muscles on the head of his cock.

Leroy finally released Jessica's head when he saw her weakening from lack of air. She immediately pushed hard against him with both hands, knocking herself over backwards, her body bending at the knees, her legs pinned under her as she retched helplessly and her lungs worked to regain breathing.

Jessica rose on one elbow as she attempted to regain some composure, but was quickly knocked on her face as Leroy swung his booted foot hard against her ass, profanely chastising her. "You god-damned bitch! Don't you EVER do that again! When you suck my dick, you better not gag." He drew back his foot to kick her again and Jessica quickly scooted up against the legs of the pool table to escape another painful blow.

Jessica whined, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." She pulled herself into a tight fetal curl, her hands covering her head, her ass and back still facing the angry Leroy.

Leroy didn't swing his foot as her exposed ass, but bent down and slapped the white skin with his open hand, the sound like a firecracker exploding in the small room. "Master, bitch. I tol' you to call me 'master'."

Jessica flinched from the stinging slap and drew her knees up tighter against her bare breasts. "Master, master," she cried. "I'm sorry."

Her quick acquiescence to the black's command seemed to appease Leroy, as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to a sitting position. "Get up, you cock loving whore. I'm going to teach you a real lesson."

Jessica couldn't help but struggle to her feet as Leroy continued to pull on her hair. When she was standing facing him, Leroy put his large hand under her chin and raised her face so her eyes met his. "You gonna have to learn to suck a real dick, girl. A black man's dick. An' you going to learn to do it without that gagging shit." His eyes burned into her's and he questioned, "do you understand, slut?"

Jessica nodded as much as she could with her chin locked in the grip of the huge hand. He turned to the men observing his belittlement of the naked white men and asked, "ain't that right, bro's?"

"Yeh, yeh," some of them responded, while the white-hating Ras spoke his feelings, "that's right, Leroy. Let's make this white shit whore suck ALL our dicks. Make her cum-drunk, the shit-eating piece of trash." While he spoke, Ras began undoing his pants, pulling his hard dick through the zipper and stroking it meaningfully.

Leroy cooled them all, "not yet, you assholes. I'm going to get her first." He spun Jessica around and bent her over the pool table, slamming her face down on the felt top, her toes barely touching the floor. He shoved her legs apart with his and, holding his massive hard in one hand, rested it against her hairless pussy lips, then slid it up and down the closed opening, muttering about the dry hole. He reached for her arms and pulled them behind her back and crossed them at her waist, one giant hand locking them together in a powerful grip. Satisfied that Jessica couldn't move, Leroy then suddenly rammed his hips forward, instantly opening her pussy in one brutal shove.

Jessica screamed, "agghhhh, you're hurting me!" as she attempted to twist her body about and her legs flailed the air on each side of Leroy's. Leroy pushed again, slamming his pubis hairs against her ass, and Jessica screamed louder, "oh, god, god, it's tearing me. Oh, please, please, pleeease!"

Leroy used his free hand to slap Jessica on the side of her head, reddening her ear as he reminded her, "master, bitch, say master."

Even through the pain coursing through her innards, Jessica knew she had to obey and croaked out the words, "master, please, please, you're hurting me."

Leroy only grinned as he withdrew his dick to where just the swollen head was buried inside the tight hole, then plunged forward again, the entire ten inches of hardened muscle slamming inside her, punching her inner organs brutally. "You'll get used to it, bitch, so shut your fuckin' crying."

After at least six long strokes inside the tortured channel, Jessica began to feel her pussy loosen, her un-willed lubricant beginning to permit the large cock to slide in and out without the previous friction. She relaxed her body and completely submitted to Leroy's pummeling of her love cavity, beginning to feel sensation return to the brutalized organs, her body betraying her by its response to the pistoning cock.

Abruptly, Leroy withdrew his cock completely from the now-wettened cunt, his breathing noticeably heavier. "Damn, that's good pussy! Hot and tight." He continued to hold Jessica's arms pinned to her back as he panted, "now, I want some of this white ass." Leroy placed his now-slick dick against the puckered hole, still stretched from his earlier probing, and worked the head in circles, rubbing the mix of his precum with Jessica's pussy juices over the tight hole. Satisfied the small hole was ready, Leroy began a steady forward push with his hips, the massive head of his cock pushing against the flesh surrounding Jessica's asshole, depressing the area into the pelvic opening, the resistance causing his prick to bend with the force behind it. Leroy wrapped one huge hand around his cock for support and continued to push. Slowly, agonizingly, the blood-filled head began to spread the orifice, the surrounding muscle giving way to the intruding dick. As if it was an opening gate, Jessica's sphincter suddenly swallowed the complete bulbous head with a small popping noise.

Jessica's back arched upwards with the tearing stretching of her tender asshole and she screamed loudly, "aaaiiieeee, god, god, oh, stop, stop,". Her small hands were clinched in tight fists, the tanned knuckles turning white as her fingernails cut into the palms of her hands and her arms struggled anew against the grip of the black man tearing into her bowels. Tears streamed down her face as Jessica continued to cry out, her voice breaking into sobs as Leroy's big dick pressed forward, forcing her bowels to straighten to accept his hard, ten inch cock, the friction pushing her anus and colon further inside her. Then, with a final lunge, the punishing tool was buried completely in her bowels, bringing the loudest scream yet from Jessica's lungs, her head collapsing on the dirty felt with a thud as the scream ended. She was in too much pain to hear the jokes made at her expense, comments on how her asshole would never be tight again, and how she wouldn't even feel a turd come out of that hole again. The blacks watching Leroy's plundering of the white woman's asshole were receiving almost as much pleasure from the event as was Leroy, a prurient pleasure, one born of hatred for whites in general, a retribution of sorts for past treatment.

The sound of her scream appeared to revive Ben as he startled upright in the chair by the wall, his eyes flying open in disbelief as he saw his beloved wife being fucked in the ass by a black, a 'nigger', he thought in derogatory terms. It was more than he could stand, and Ben struggled to his feet, the need to help his wife overcoming momentarily his fear of pain or death. But he didn't get far as a fist came crashing against his chest, knocking him back into the chair and knocking the wind out of him. A black man standing beside him leaned and whispered in his ear, "you better stay put, man, or Leroy will cut your throat. Just a word of advice, is all. I tell you, he's mean and he hates whites, so you better just leave it alone." Ben thought of the man's words, not even looking to see who had advised him, and quickly realized the man was probably right, that he didn't stand a chance against the odds he would face if he did anything. And then, what would happen to Jessica? Ben had the cold realization that they would be lucky to escape with their lives, and he had to avoid doing anything that would further jeopardize them. In resignation, Ben buried his face in his hands, resting his arms on his knees, not feeling the pain any longer from the blows he had received, just wanting the ordeal to end.

Leroy was unsympathetic to the white girl's misery and, after a couple of long strokes in and out of the smelly hole, he held it buried in her as he released her arms from his grip and transferred his hands to her hips. Leroy gripped the white hips tightly and backed up, pulling the limp, sobbing Jessica off of the table as he kept his dick impaled inside of her. Jessica had to catch herself with her arms against the rail of the pool table as Leroy backed up, his hard cock supporting her lower body, his hands keeping her ass against his belly, her toes completely off the floor. Another step backward by Leroy and Jessica lost her grip on the table, her upper body flopping downward as she strived to use the muscles of her back to straighten, the bending of her body bringing fresh pain to her innards as the huge black cock was forced to another position inside her. Leroy's hands left Jessica's white hips and went to her back, bending her in two as he pushed downward, his body bending with her's. When they were both bent over as far as possible, Leroy reached around Jessica's long legs and grabbed each one, the large hands completely encircling the legs just above the kneecaps. Leroy immediately straightened, holding Jessica's legs tight to her small breasts, her ass now bent in a smooth arc, her pussy pointing straight ahead instead of downward, revealing the convoluted lips that had been stretched beyond normal, the bright pink skin of her pussy like a neon in the dim room. The secret passage to Jessica's birth cavity lay open for all those in front of her to see, a dark, beckoning tubular corridor, still dripping with her juices. The bending of her body in such a torturous position had at least pulled the large cock inside of her out a couple of inches, but Jessica still felt no relief from the fullness her bowels were experiencing, the pain still evident on her face along with the humiliation of her complete bottom being revealed for all of the leering men to see. But the humiliation was not over for Jessica.

Jessica heard Leroy's booming voice in her ear as he asked the room, "who wants some of this white pussy? We'll give this slut two black dicks."

Leroy's question was almost needless, as all of the blacks in the room wanted some of Jessica's pussy, as well as the rest of her holes. There was a lot of laughter and jostling, but the burly black named Ras was the one who stepped forward first, jamming his middle finger in Jessica's unprotected cunt to the hilt. "I'll fuck this bitch, man. Give me that pussy and I'll tear it up."

Leroy didn't care who shared the girl with him, so he instructed Ras as he held Jessica in the air, "get on the table then, Ras, where I can set her sloppy pussy on yer little dick."

Ras blustered as he dropped his pants and sat down on the edge of the table, "shit, Leroy, ain't nothing little about this." He shook his already hard dick as emphasis, one hand wrapped around the dark meat, another two or three inches showing above it. Ras' dick wasn't as big as Leroy's, but it was still a good eight inches, and quite thick. "I ain't never had no complaints," he laughed.

Leroy carried Jessica to the edge of the table, her arms helplessly dangling beside her as she looked at the next black dick that was about to enter her, the shame of her experience turning her face red again, the sadness and hopelessness revealed in her eyes. She felt like an object, a piece of meat, as Leroy positioned her open bottom above Ras' waiting dick. She felt the firm, velvety tip pass her pussy lips, then a sudden entry as Leroy released the weight of her body to fall on both his dick and that of the black on the table. His hands had released her legs as Leroy had achieved his goal, going to her back to push her over on top of the grinning Ras. His odor assailed her nostrils, the smell of sweat and beer unfamiliar to her and she quickly moved her head to one side to escape the black's smell. Her attention was soon diverted from avoiding the odor of the humping form beneath her as both dicks began to slide in and out of her abused holes in unison, the heads of their dicks bumping together through the skin of her organs with each thrust inside her, her entire lower body feeling full with foriegn objects, pushing against her, stretching every part of her genitals, their breathing a cadence to the fucking of her cavities.

Jessica began to feel her body respond to the massaging of her nerve endings by the two impaling dicks, and shame flushed all over from head to toes, the color coursing from her head, through her torso, and down each limb, turning the white skin bright red and the tanned a reddish tan. She couldn't believe her body would betray her, would yield to the pleasure beginning in her loins and spreading up her body, causing her sex juices to begin to flow, her breathing becoming shallow and more rapid. "This can't be," Jessica thought, then tried to will her body to stop the increasing response. "I can't enjoy this, I can't, I can't," she repeated to herself. "It's rape, that's all. It doesn't feel good." Her thoughts were fruitless as her nerve endings in her vagina, her clit were stimulated more and more, even the long dick buried in her ass giving her sensations she had never felt before, new feelings, new pleasure. Jessica felt herself slipping, her resolve to not enjoy the plunging dicks melting away, her primordial sex urges taking control as her hips began to move with the fucking cocks, grinding into them, pinching them with her muscles, her mouth opening in sexual abandonment. Her open mouth proved to be an invitation to another black as she felt a dick being pushed into her mouth, smaller than the others in her, but just as hard. Jessica began to suck erotically without thinking, hungrily sucking the love tool into her mouth, completely yielding now to her previously hidden sex drive, becoming a rutting animal in place of the reserved woman she had always been.




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The black in her mouth exclaimed, "this bitch likes it, Leroy. She likes it. Man, look at this cunt suck it."

Leroy grunted as he stroked Jessica's ass long and slow, "uh-huh, uhhh, uhh, I knew the cock loving cunt would."

Another black standing by the table with cock in hand offered, "we going to make this white preppy whore a cum bucket. Fill her with our cum. Make the bitch have a black baby."

The younger black named BJ complained, "hey, one of you hurry up. You gotta share that bitch."

Jessica felt the dick in her mouth jerk spasmodically, the black man muttering "shit! shit, I'm cumming!", then a warm, sticky glob spurted over her tongue, filling her mouth with the unpleasant taste. She stopped sucking on the rapidly deflating cock, not wanting to draw more of the foul sperm into her mouth and, as the brown dick was pulled out of her mouth, she let the creamy white substance dribble from her mouth onto the green felt of the table beneath her face.

Leroy stopped stroking his long cock inside her loosened asshole and cursed, "you goddamned bitch!" Then he swung his ham-sized hand at the side of her ass with a powerful slap, causing Jessica's body to jump. "Mutha-fuckin whore, you messing up our table!" He slapped her ass again as he commanded, "lick it up, you filthy slut."

Jessica stared at the white mess just inches from her face and shuddered at the thought of licking the gooey mess off the dirty felt, her previous passion evaporating with her disgust, unmoving except for the slight rocking of her body caused by the black dick in her pussy continuing to move in and out of her.

BJ moved to the side of the table near the hesitating white body, pulling his belt through the loops of his pants as he moved. "I'll make the bitch clean it up, Leroy." Even as he spoke, BJ raised his arm with the doubled-over belt gripped tightly in his hand and brought it swinging downward in a long arc, the folded end brushing the ceiling in its descent, and smashing against the middle of Jessica's back right below her shoulder blades.

Jessica's reaction was instantaneous, her back arching upward, her head bent back with thin streams of cum sticking to her lips and chin. "Eeeiiii," she cried out from the burning pain. "Owww, that hurt. Please don't, please." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young black raise his arm again and quickly lowered her head to the table and attempted to lick up the spreading cum, but her efforts only succeeded in spreading the mixture of her saliva and sperm.

Leroy rewarded her futile effort with another smack on her ass. "Suck it up, you worthless piece of shit! Suck it up and swallow every drop." BJ punctuated Leroy's orders by bringing the leather down on her back again, crossing the red welt already rising on her smooth skin from the first blow of the belt. Jessica could hear his sadistic "hee, hee," as he whipped her back.

Again, Jessica's back arched in response, but she muffled her scream of pain as she quickly placed her mouth on the table-staining spot and sucked, feeling the now-cold fluid re-enter her mouth, her nose wrinkling up at the taste of the black man's cum.

Leroy smacked her ass again with his open palm, then observed something. "Damn, this bitch liked that. Her ass twitched." He slapped the other side of her ass and began to stroke his dong inside her again, increasing the speed of his forward movements. "Oh, yeh, this cunt likes to be slapped. Hit her again, BJ." BJ gleefully obliged, and aimed the belt lower, striking Jessica's upper ass cheeks, causing her butt to squirm and her legs to thrash as he voiced his pleasure at inflicting pain on a white woman. "Hee, hee, hee," the young black cackled again and again in a maniacal tone, as he struck the bronzed skin two more times before dropping the belt on the floor and pulling his skinny dick out of his pants. BJ stepped sidewards to occupy the position the previous black had at Jessica's head and grabbed her hair as he shoved his dripping cock in her moaning mouth. He held Jessica's head with both hands and fucked her mouth vigorously, quickly adding his load of spunk to the one before, his nuts pumping spurt after spurt deep into her throat. Giggling again between groans of pleasure as he saw Jessica's throat work to swallow his seed. He pulled his limp dick out and swiped it across her face, leaving spider web-like threads of stickiness stringing across her lovely features.

Leroy continued to smack her ass, first with one hand and then the other. Not hard, but enough to make Jessica's ass muscles twitch with each blow. Jessica couldn't understand the reaction of her body to the punishment as she felt her arousal returning, sharpening with each smack on her bare skin, with each penetration of the dicks inside her. Even the burning sensation she felt on her back had become a source of pleasure, replacing the pain. Each slap on her pale ass raised her climaxing consciousness another step, until finally, Jessica began to moan, low gutteral, primitive moans, her ass wiggling, her pussy constricting and relaxing with each exciting stroke of the hard cock inside her, her body becoming hot to the touch, almost feverish.

One of the waiting men questioned, "hey, is the bitch okay? Sounds like she's hurting."

Leroy laughed derisively, "shit no, fool, this slut is cumming. That's what she's doing." He began to fuck her ass harder, faster, his breathing beginning to come in gasps, "damn," gasp, "damn, she's," gasp, gasp, "hot. What - a - fuck."

Jessica felt a warm flooding deep in her pussy as the man beneath her stiffened his body, grabbing both shoulders to hold the rocking torso still, and spilled his load of jism against the wall of her womb. The heat of the cum inside her igniting the nerve endings sent Jessica over the edge as she bent her head back, eyes closed, mouth slack, and groaned, "ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh." She worked her inner muscles feverishly, milking the cock inside her pussy for more of the climax-inducing hot cream as her asshole tingled from Leroy's rapid pounding. Her voice became a muffled, high pitched repetition. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, god!" as one climax after another took over her being, convulsing every muscle inside her as she experienced sensations she had no idea she was capable of.

The white woman's climaxes joined with Leroy's quickened pumping of her firm ass brought a loud bellow from the big black man as he raised himself on his toes and slammed his belly against her pelvis, gripping her hips as he exploded his cum deep inside her bowels, the flooding sperm feeling like an enema to Jessica and extracting yet another climax from her before she dropped her head to the table beside Ras' head, her chest heaving against his, tiny beads of sweat coating her body, mixing with her natural perfume in a sensual scent.

After a couple of finishing strokes, Leroy backed his large cock out of her, the now-limp meat flopping between his thighs. He walked around the side of the table where Jessica had neatly folder her clothes and picked up the silk blouse. After fingering the smoothness between his calloused fingers, he wrapped it around his dick and cleaned Jessica's bowel slime off his treasure, wiping it carefully from one end to the other as though it was an object of great value. He threw the soiled top on the floor and turned to where the freshly-fucked girl still rested on top of Ras. "Bitch, you're one fine fuck. I love that ass."

Jessica heard his words of praise and looked up at Leroy, her eyes shining with her spent passion, softly whispering, "thank you, thank you."

Ras pushed Jessica's body off of him, rolling her onto her back on the table, the position of her ass on the railing causing her legs to hang suspended above the floor and her pubic mound slightly elevated above her heaving belly in an erotically inviting pose.

Seeing his chance to get some of the white woman's pussy, another black stepped between her legs and guided his already-hard dick inside the dripping cunt. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulder, then began to rhythmically fuck her well-lubricated pussy, complaining to no one in particular, "shit, man, this pussy is stretched." Despite his complaint, the black continued, his belly slapping against Jessica's ass with each forward lunge. Another black climbed on the table and, sitting on Jessica's small tits, slipped his dick into her mouth, then leaned forward over her head and fucked her face just like it was pussy. Someone cheered, "yeh, face-fuck her, Jo-Jo. Give that bitch a facial."

Two others, tired of waiting for a turn to enjoy the naked white woman, walked to the table where the woman Leroy had called Chantel sat, and after a few words, pulled her out of her chair and dragged her to the pool table. One tried to push her onto the table and received a vicious slap across the face for his efforts. At that, Leroy stepped forward, now wearing his pants, and back-handed the unsuspecting black girl, knocking her to the floor.

Chantel put a hand to her cheek and whined, "why you do that, Leroy?"

Leroy wasn't about to explain, but pointed a finger in her face and warned her, "you get your ass on that table, or I'll beat the shit out of you, Chantel."

Chantel's wide-eyed look at Leroy only slightly revealed her hear of him and she quickly scurried to her feet and sat on the edge of the table. She didn't resist further as the man she had slapped pushed her onto her back, raised her full skirt, and jerked down her panties, then got on the table between her legs. In a few seconds, the black man was ramming his dick into Chantel's almost lifeless pussy. It was obvious that even though she may have to submit, she didn't have to make the man's rape enjoyable and she laid there with her eyes focused on an unseen spot on the ceiling while the man fucked her dead pussy. When the first one finished, the other man who had dragged her to the table took his place, receiving the same unfeeling sex as the first.

The black fucking Jessica's face finished first, his cum squirting down her throat as he buried it in her up to his swollen balls lying on her chin. Jessica no longer fought the taste, accepting that she had to do whatever the crowd of black men wanted, in a way perversely wanting to be used by the primitive men.

After the black screwing Chantel finished with her, he slid off of her and went to the bar for another beer. Chantel started to rise from the table but was stopped by Leroy, "we're not finished with you, you black 'ho.

Jessica hadn't even been aware that the black fucking her stretched pussy had been replaced by another while Chantel was being raped, only becoming aware of the new face when she looked down her at her breasts, her fingers tenderly examining the ravaged skin of her nipples. She only gave a cursory glance at the black busily pumping his swollen cock inside her, oblivious now as to how many and who had used her body. Despite the cramping of the muscles surrounding her pussy cavity from endless climaxes, Jessica's body continued to betray her, responding to each dick filling her dripping cunt, succeeding in only making her desire more, driving her like a nymphomaniac. She no longer cared if the man's dick was short or long, fat or skinny, as long as it stroked the raw nerve endings within her.

When the man presently screwing her finished and pulled out of her, Jessica scooted back on the table to give her hanging legs support and ease the ache she felt in her thighs. She lay there a moment, her knees pulled up, her feet flat on the table, waiting for the next black to fill her once more, then suddenly realized that she needed to use the bathroom, her bladder awakening with a full warning. Just as another man approached the table from out of the dimness of the room, Jessica quickly sat up and embarrassingly admitted, "I have to use the bathroom."

The man who had planned to be next to plunder her hole grabbed her ankles and roughly informed her, "not 'til I get some of that pussy, whore." He climbed up on the table, still holding her ankles and started to spread her legs, his dick already sticking straight out of his pants.

Jessica looked pleadingly around the few men still around the table and her eyes met Leroy's as she beseeched, "please, please, I have to go. Please let me up."

Leroy came to her rescue just as the man between her legs was preparing to slip his dick in her. "Hold up, stupid. Let the slut go piss."

The man glared at Jessica, but wouldn't look toward the big black, resignedly releasing the white legs and scooting off the table as a couple of his buddies laughed, teasing him about missing the boat.

Jessica sat up, her movement forcing her open cunt to expel most of the cum that had been spewed inside her onto the fabric covering of the table. She grimmaced as she remembered Leroy's anger when she had spilled cum deposit earlier, and she mentally crossed her fingers that he wouldn't see the much larger puddle of creamy scum.

Leroy was more observant than she had hoped, immediately stepping to the side of the table nearest Jessica, his hand drawn back, prepared to slap the terrified woman. "Dammit, slut, I told you to not mess up our table."

Jessica drew back in fear, her hands covering her face. "I'm sorry, s-s-sorry. Pleease don't hit me. Pl-please, m-master."

Her visible terror and remorse stopped Leroy's hand in mid-swing, and he dropped the ham-sized fist to his side, a look of momentary pity on his face, quickly replaced with a stern, disciplinarian countenance. "Alright, cunt, I won't beat you this time. But you know what you have to do, don't you?"

Jessica nodded in relief, then quickly scurried to her knees and bent her mouth to the table, sucking the cummy mess off the green cloth, swallowing noisily as she endeavored to remove every trace of all of the black men's release that had spilled from her pussy. Her trained response to Leroy's unvoiced command silenced the room for a minute, the men impressed by their leader's control of the white woman. One of them laughed and voiced what everyone was thinking, "you sure got that bitch trained, Leroy. She'll make a good 'ho." The remark broke the brief silence, bringing more laughter and agreement to the statement.

Jessica finished sucking and licking the mess off of the table, completing her task by rubbing her hand over the damp spot, trying in vain to eradicate the blemish her body had deposited. Leroy praised her efforts, something unusual for him. "That's good, girl. You can go piss now. But hurry back 'cause there's more dick for you to take care of."

Jessica quickly slid off the table and, looking around frantically, her legs clamped tightly shut, anxiety showing on her face, she spotted the single rest room and made a dash for it, blushing as she heard men laughing at her predicament and someone saying "that bitch really had to go, didn't she?" She pushed the door open, revealing a dirty, tiled room with toilet paper on the floor, a sink hanging precariously on the wall, the white porcelain blackened by built-up dirt. There was a stall on the end of the room opposite the door, the stall door hanging crooked with a broken hinge. Jessica hurried on tip toe to the partially open door and looked with disdain at the filthy commode inside the small cubicle. It hadn't been flushed in some time and the seat was in the down position, covered with men's piss. She picked up a roll of rough toilet paper from the floor and hurriedly unrolled a long strip around her hand, then thoroughly wiped the wooden seat while she danced on her toes with the urge to pee. When she was satisfied the seat was as clean as she could get it, Jessica unrolled a couple more strips of the paper and carefully placed it on the seat then quickly sat down on the paper in disgust. The instant her ass hit the paper, Jessica's bladder released its built-up contents, bursting forth between her pussy lips in a hard stream, sounding like a high pressure steam line venting. She sighed with relief, the ache in her bladder easing as the stream of piss continued unabated for a good minute.

Jessica had just unrolled a few sheets of paper and was wiping herself when she heard the restroom door open. She reached for the handle of the stall door and attempted to close it, looking for the absent latch. She sat there silently, wondering if someone had to use the single toilet, but hesitant to come out of the stall naked, although she realized that everyone in the bar had seen every inch of her body.

A big black hand grasped the top of the stall door and jerked it open, easily pulling it from Jessica's small hand holding it shut. The black stepped inside the stall and stood grinning down at the naked woman sitting on the commode, the sight evidently a first for him as he stared in silence at her for a moment before announcing his intentions. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large, thick dick, almost as big as Leroy's, and still on the rise. He was of medium height, but overweight, and if his cock had been average, he wouldn't have been able to see it without leaning forward, due to his portly belly. The single, naked light bulb in the room shined on his oily, bald head and glinted on the lone gold tooth in the front of his mouth as he leeringly grinned down at the naked white woman. "Suck my dick, cunt. I wants a blow job." He stepped forward, his legs straddling Jessica's, his cock now hard staring her in the face, and pressed the moist head against her lips. The black repeated, "suck it, 'ho."

Jessica opened her mouth without protest and let the black man slide his dick inside her dry, parched mouth, his cock filling the small space as he pushed his hips forward. Taking her head in his hands, holding her still as he fucked her mouth, pushing his hard, smelly prick as far as he could before pulling it back and then coming forward again, making long, slow strokes past Jessica's stretched lips, the bulbous tip pushing against her throat opening. After all of the large dicks Jessica had been made to suck that night, she had finally learned how to deep throat without gagging, the knowledge necessitated by her fear of angering Leroy again. She relaxed herself and let the black man standing in front of her use her mouth as if it was a pussy, his belly slamming into her face with each of his driving strokes. She could sense his building excitement as his strokes quickened and prepared for the burst of cum in her mouth, but was surprised when the man quickly withdrew his spurting cock and let it spew all over her face, white globs of sticky cum splattering her cheeks, mouth, and eyes. The humiliation would normally have sickened Jessica, but the night's events had changed her, or perhaps, uncovered a hidden psyche from deep within her. Rather than feeling ashamed, Jessica wiped her face with one hand and then surprised the leering black man by sticking the fingers in her mouth and sucking his dripping cum from them.

The man looked at her in surprise before muttering, "damn, bitch, you're some hot slut. Whew!" He stuck his dick back in her mouth and instructed, "here, you can clean me up, too. Lick it clean, baby." Jessica dutifully obliged, actually enjoying the taste of cum still oozing from his deflating cock. After a moment or so, the satisfied black pulled his dick out of her mouth, stuffed it back in his pants and stepped out of the stall. He turned around and looked back inside at Jessica and smiled, "thanks for the blow job, girlie. You were good." Then he was gone as quickly as he had come.

His parting words surprised Jessica. He was the first one of the many she had accommodated that night who had shown any gratitude. His words made her feel good about herself, and a sense of pride flushed her body, proud that she could please a complete stranger. Thinking about her newly-discovered feelings, Jessica stepped to the dirty sink and bent to wash her face, disappointed that there was no hot water, but relieved that she was able to wash, at least. She looked around for something to dry with, but didn't see any towels. She stepped back into the stall and unrolled a large wad of toilet paper and dried her face and hands, surprisingly humming a tune as she did so.




Billiards



As Jessica re-entered the room, her transformation was noted by some of the men still present in the bar, surprised at her jaunty step, her brazen demeanor as she stepped to the pool table and hoisted herself up, sitting on the edge, her legs swinging like a little girl, looking around at the different faces, trying to remember if she had been fucked by this one or that one. She remembered a few of the faces, but wasn't sure about the others. Jessica could tell that several men must have left, as well as Chantel, the only other woman. There were only about half a dozen left now, she calculated, and she knew she had been had by at least three of them. Of course, Leroy was there, and she saw the one called BJ, and one other that she remembered fucking her in the pussy. She looked over at Ben, still seated in the same chair against the wall, looking at her strangely. His look wasn't one of anger, or even concern for her, but one she hadn't seen on his face before. It was as if, as if he was watching a pornographic movie, Jessica finally realized. Oh, he had looked at her with an aroused look before, but this was different. He was looking at her like she was a whore, and he seemed to like what he saw. Jessica couldn't completely fathom what must have been going through Ben's mind and she didn't have time to concentrate on it as the black who had earlier wanted to fuck her stepped in front of her.

"My turn, cunt. I'm goin' to give it to you in all yer holes, now," the black bragged. He pushed Jessica back on the table and climbed up, straddling her face. "Suck it first, bitch. You cock-sucking slut." Without another word, the man shoved his cock in her mouth. True to his word, the black screwed Jessica in every hole with his six inch prick, finishing with her ass. Jessica was relieved that this black man wasn't as big as the others had been, her asshole already punished severely. After the man got off of her, he was quickly replaced by another penetrating her butt hole with a larger dick, once more stretching the once-tight orifice beyond nature's design. She happened to look at Ben as the man held her hips off the table and plunged in and out of her ass. She was both surprised and shocked by what she saw. Ben was actually rubbing his crotch as he watched the man fucking her ass! The look on his face was now definitely one of leering, of arousal, much like the way some of the black men had looked at her. She couldn't understand the change in her husband, much as she couldn't under- stand the change in herself, so she put it out of her mind, returning her gaze to staring at the table surface as the black rocked her body with his pounding of her butt.

The next one was the man she knew as BJ, back for seconds. Or was it thirds? Jessica couldn't remember. So many had put their dicks in her more than one time and it was difficult for her to keep track of who and when. BJ wanted a blow job and Jessica happily obliged, accepting that she loved sucking black men's dicks. She enjoyed it almost as much as having a big one in her pussy, and she was becoming quite expert at the game of fellatio, making a game out of how fast she could make a man shoot his load down her throat. It didn't take her long with BJ, her manipulations of his dick with her tongue and mouth proving more than he could withstand. After BJ got off the table, Jessica sat up and slid to the side of the table and dropped to the floor. Brazenly, she walked over to one of the tables occupied by two blacks and picked up a beer sitting in front of one of the men. Jessica turned it up and took several big swigs of the cold liquid as the owner of the beer looked at her in disbelief, surprised the white bitch would have the nerve to take his beer. She sat the bottle down in front of the man with an impudent gesture and turned on one bare foot, heading back to her fuck bed.

Jessica heard the chair scrape the floor behind her and the man angrily mutter, "goddammed bitch. I'll kick your ass." She grinned as she saw Leroy step away from the wall he had been leaning on, watching her actions with interest, his big arms crossed on his muscular chest, glaring at the man behind her. Not even looking back, she knew the man had retreated, and she heard his chair scrape the floor again as he sat down.

No one was going to mess with Leroy's woman, and Jessica felt a warm pleasure just knowing he would protect her. She walked to where Leroy was still standing and smiled up at him, flirtingly staring into his eyes. Leroy laughed and shook his head. "Girl, you better be careful. Some of these men will cut your heart out and have it for breakfast."

Jessica stood on her tip toes and placed her tiny hands on Leroy's broad chest. "But you'll take care of me, won't you, Leroy?"

Leroy's voice boomed with laughter, "haw, haw, girl, you something." He slapped her ass playfully, then became serious. "Yeh, ol' Leroy will take care of you, baby. You're my woman now and I'm going to take good care of you. You goin' to make me rich with that body."

Just then, two men walked in the unlocked front door, one of them inquiring of the old man at the bar in a loud, boisterous voice, "hey, pops, where's that white woman giving up pussy?"

Before the old man could reply, the two saw Jessica standing with Leroy next to the pool table and headed towards them. One knew Leroy and greeted him, "hey, bro, what's up?" His eyes studied Jessica's body as she stood there, her hands still on Leroy's chest, devouring her lean figure with his eyes.

Leroy replied, "nothin' happening, Sammy. What's with you?"

Sammy nodded his head at Jessica, "she the one giving it up? We ran into Hecky and he said there was some good white stuff down here."

Leroy nodded, "yeh, she's the one. This is my white 'ho." He patted her ass again for emphasis.

Sammy wasn't sure how to proceed after what Leroy just said. "Bro, you selling her? Hecky said she was free. C'mon, man."

Leroy shrugged, "naw, she's free. . .for now. Everyone gets a free sample tonight, but it'll really cost after this."

It was beginning to dawn on Jessica what Leroy had meant about 'getting rich' and she resented being talked about like she was a piece of meat. She lowered her arms and started to walk away, but stopped in her tracks when Leroy demanded, "where the fuck you goin', bitch? Get your ass back over here." The tone of his voice more than what he said made Jessica quickly return to stand in front of him. Despite their earlier banter, she knew Leroy had a dark side and she dared not anger him.

Leroy took Jessica's chin in one hand and lifted her face to stare in her eyes, "take care of these two brothers, slut. And don't you ever walk away from me again. You hear?"

Jessica acknowledged Leroy with a nod, her playful mood evaporating. The black named Sammy asked Leroy "what will she do, man? She suck or fuck?"

"She'll do whatever you tell her to do, Sammy. Do anything you want, just don't damage the merchandise." Leroy had returned to talking about Jessica like she was merely property, something to be used, and he wanted to impress that in her head.

"Damn," the black beside Sammy spoke. "She'll do it all?" He looked appraisingly at Jessica, studying her firm, youthful body, her pretty white face topped with tousled blonde hair.

"You just let me know if she won't do what you want, an' I'll take care of the bitch," Leroy explained. "You'll see, she's one fine whore."

"Where's her pad?" Sammy inquired, looking around and not seeing any place to do the white girl.

Leroy jerked his thumb at the pool table, "we been doing her on that, but you can do her on the floor, if you want."

Sammy took Jessica's arm and pulled her with him toward the pool table, Jessica following meekly. The black with Sammy complained, "hey man, I don't want to do it out here in the opening."

Sammy understood his buddy's problem, knowing the other black had a small dick, the smallest he had ever seen on a black man. He saw the door to the restroom and guided Jessica toward it, his hand rubbing her ass as they walked. As soon as they were behind the closed door, Sammy ordered, "lay down, girl," and he began to remove his pants.

Jessica looked at the dirty floor in disdain and wondered aloud, "here? On the floor? It's dirty."

Hanging his pants over the stall door, Sammy impatiently replied, "well, where the hell else can you lay down, bitch?" He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing Jessica to the floor on her back. Sammy then straddled her chest as he spoke to his friend over his shoulder, "now, we'll see if she'll do ANYthing she's told." He moved forward over Jessica's face until his hanging nut sack hovered over her mouth. "Suck my nuts, cunt face. And you better not hurt 'em." Sammy sat back slightly on his haunches and let his balls touch the white girl's lips, waiting to see if she would do as ordered.

Jessica didn't hesitate, but took one nut tenderly in her mouth and worked it carefully with her tongue, feeling the sack tighten as the black's dick began to rise and rest across one cheek. While she nursed the man's nuts, the other black got between her legs and easily slipped his small dick inside her. It was so small that she couldn't even feel it now that her pussy had been stretched by the many black cocks pushing in it the last several hours. She wondered if the man fucking her would even be able to feel enough of her cunt to cum.

Sammy raised up so his balls slipped out of Jessica's sucking mouth, his long dick flopping on her face, then moved his ass a couple more inches up and instructed, "now, whore, lick my asshole. Work your tongue around it and in it."

Jessica's nose even wrinkled at the thought, the musk of the bare ass poised over her face almost over-powering, then she shook her head in refusal, almost whispering, "no, no, please. I don't want to do that."

Sammy sat down on her face, his asshole centered on Jessica's closed mouth. "Do it, whore. You do it or I'll tell Leroy you refused. He'll beat the shit out of you."

Jessica's surrender to the foul, humiliating demand was quick when Sammy voiced his threat, her tongue tentatively pushing between her lips to touch the wrinkled hole above.

Enjoying her capitulation, Sammy directed her every move with her tongue. "Lick in circles, whore. Yeh, that's it. Now, work that white tongue inside my shit tube. Taste me, slut, you shit-eating whore."

Jessica followed Sammy's every instruction, stretching her tongue out of her mouth as far as she could, wanting to satisfy the man's perverse demands as quickly as she could, working to end this degradation. She could feel Sammy's dick harden even more against her face, his long, skinny tube appearing to grow even as she worked her tongue around the tightening hole. She silently wondered if that was the way all men reacted to a tongue in their smelly hole and if she would ever dare to find out some day.

Sammy's dick was now dripping precum on Jessica's forehead and he slid down her body to let the shiny, clear fluid wet her lips, then lifted her head and pushed his rod in her mouth. Unlike many had done that night, Sammy didn't try to plunge his entire dick down her throat, but seemed to take more pleasure in the feel of Jessica's tongue dancing over the sensitive skin on his dick head, not moving, but leaving his cock just a couple of inches inside the hot, moist mouth, groaning with pleasure as Jessica stroked his prick with her tongue.

After several minutes, Sammy spoke over his shoulder, "you gotta try this whore's mouth, Buck. This bitch can suck! Let's switch."

Buck eagerly switched places with Sammy, knowing he would get the relief his nuts were aching for in the white girl's mouth. Buck didn't even hesitate as he squatted over Jessica and lowered his dick into her waiting mouth. Jessica could taste her own juices on the small dick and it acted as an aphrodisiac, causing her to hungrily suck on the four inches the black offered. Then she felt Sammy's long cock slide into her pussy, immediately plunging deep enough to massage her womb, setting off flashes of intense orgasm, moaning climaxing sounds around the dick in her mouth. She began to feverishly suck Buck's dong, her hips thrashing on the cold floor as Sammy worked his cock around and around, in and out of her clamping pussy, giving her a series of the best orgasms she had all night. It was just mere minutes before Buck's cock squirted warm streams of cum over Jessica's tongue which she hungrily swallowed, further delighting the man with his softening meat in her mouth. Buck stood up, and that gave Sammy the opportunity to raise Jessica's legs and flatten them against her chest, not missing a single stroke of his pounding pole. The new position pushed Jessica's cunt and ass upward, flattening her vagina slightly, the sensations she was feeling from the massaging of her insides reaching new heights, causing her to scream out with pleasure as wave after wave of sexual release washed over her body, reaching the pinnacle when Sammy's dick exploded with his built-up load, the hot sperm mix coating her insides, further exciting the tingling nerves.

The two blacks left the restroom, but Jessica just remained laying on the floor for several more minutes, letting her body return to normal, her breathing slow down from the chest-heaving of her climaxes. Finally, Jessica got up from the cold, dirty floor, brushed herself off as well as she could, and returned to the area around the pool table. She saw Leroy at the bar and detected filtered rays of sunlight coming through the curtains covering the front window. She realized with a start that it was dawn. Or maybe later. That meant she had been there at least six hours. Six hours of being used and abused. Jessica didn't think it was possible as she made her way to Leroy's side. It hadn't seemed that long.

Leroy smiled as she walked up to him and even put an arm around her waist. "You must have given those guys quite a ride, baby. Both thought you were the greatest. Sammy even offered to buy you from me for a thousand bucks." Leroy laughed at the thought. A thousand dollars, indeed! This white chick was worth that much for one night. He thought those thoughts, but didn't express them to the naive white girl. Leroy patted Jessica's white ass, then spoke to the beer bottle in his hand, "well, I hafta get to work, but I'll be seeing you again, sweet thing." He fished Ben's drivers license out of his pocket and glanced at it in the dim light. "seven fifteen Ravenswood Lane, in Riverside, huh?" He looked at Jessica for confirmation and she nodded. "That's just a couple hours from here, so you can bet your sweet ass that I'll be coming to Riverside." Leroy studied her face to determine her reaction and didn't see any sign of concern on her pretty features, so he warned her, "an' don't think of calling the po-leece about tonight, either. There's plenty that were here who'll say you were willin'."

Jessica vehemently shook her head, "I, I wouldn't do that, Leroy. I promise! I swear on my mother that I won't tell anyone." She rested a hand on his shoulder and looked up at him innocently, yet flirtatiously, wanting him to see she would never report what had been done to her.

Leroy stared into her soft blue eyes, attempting to read the thoughts concealed behind their depths, wanting to believe her, to assure himself it was safe to let her and her husband go. After a minute, he sighed, feeling that Jessica was telling the truth and wouldn't endanger him. He pulled her against him and squeezed her waist with his arm. "I believe you, baby. You my whore now and I know you goin' to treat your man right." He took a long swig from the bottle in his hand and added, "I'm going now, but before you leave, you take care of pops, here. Got that? He wants a blow job, but the old fuck won't ask."

Jessica nodded, looking at the old man behind the bar who was making a pretense of cleaning the spotless bar and not listening in on their conversation. The thought of giving an old black a blow job certainly didn't appeal to her, but she rationalized that his would be just one more dick of the many she had sucked. And, besides, Leroy told her to do it, so she knew she would. She looked up at Leroy again, something of adoration in her eyes, and appealed, "c-can I ask you for something?" Seeing the question in his eyes, Jessica hurriedly blurted, "W-will you, will you give my husband his license and credit cards? Pl-please, Leroy?" She waited apprehensively for Leroy's reaction to her request, fearful that he would be angry that she would ask something for her husband.

Leroy appeared to think a minute, then nodded, "shit, why not? I don't need 'em. Just wait 'til I write down your address, though." He left her side and went around the bar to the cash register, found a pen and piece of scrap paper, then scribbled the address from the license. He thought of something and turned to face Jessica across the bar. "Give me your phone number, too, sugar, so's I can let you know when I'll be comin' to see you."

Jessica was relieved that Leroy didn't get angry, surprised by his now-friendly attitude. She gave him the number, and while he wrote it down, she revealed, "it's a good thing you asked for it. I mean, it's, it's unlisted." Jessica stumbled over her explanation when she realized how eager she was to give him her phone number. Her face flushed with the thought that she really wanted to see the powerful black again. It was as if she was under his spell, unable to revert to her normal, independent self. His mere presence made her legs feel like jelly and her heart beat faster. She had no explanation for her unfamiliar feelings, only yielding and accepting them while reveling in the emotion.

Leroy came back around the bar, pulling Ben's credit cards out of his pocket as he walked, then handed them to Jessica with a patronizing grin. "Here you go, girl. That's all of 'em." Suddenly something occurred to him. "Say, what's your name, anyways? Hate to keep calling you other things."

"J-Jessica," Jessica murmured demurely, touched that Leroy would finally want to know her name, wanted to be on a personal level with her.

Leroy reached out and cupped her cheek with his large, rough laborer's hand. "I like that. . .Jessica. It fits you." He took a step toward the door, then turned, "don't forget pops. An' anyone else who wants some more. Then you can go home." Without another word, the big black strode out of the bar, not even looking back at the white woman longingly watching him until he was out of sight.

Jessica turned and looked around the near-empty bar. Besides her husband, there were only three blacks left. Pops behind the bar, who was leering at her as he continued to wipe the clean bar top, the one she knew as BJ, and one other black sitting with BJ near the pool table. She saw BJ and the man with him looking her way, their heads together conspiratorially, and something told her that their conversation involved her. She wondered what the two had in mind, but she theorized it couldn't be any worse than what she had already been through. "Might even be fun," she thought. Jessica made her way to the pool table, stopping to ask Ben how he was feeling and hand him the credit cards and license she had recovered from Leroy. "How are you, honey?" She looked at him with concern, noticing the swelling on the side of his head, but at the same time, seeing the bulge in his crotch and surprised that he could be aroused after being hit.

"I'm okay now," Ben replied, his eyes fastened on her naked body, thinking of the abuse she had suffered through the night, but not appearing or acting as he expected. Her hair was a mess, and their were streaks of dirt on her body, but she looked as appealing as she always did, "perhaps even more so," Ben thought. "You look like you're doing okay. They hurt you?"