Storiesonline.net ------- Losing in Vegas by Lubrican Copyright© 2010 by Lubrican ------- Description: A newly married couple goes to Vegas for their honeymoon and gets in deep. In more ways than one. His attitude about things gets him in even deeper. Well not HIM, exactly. Codes: MF coer het cuckold interr oral preg ------- ------- Foreword This is not your average Lubrican story. This is more of a modern fable, disguised as what might, at first, look like a typical cuckold story. But there's a moral to the story. Men ... take heed. And just so you know, the chapters are intentionally short. There's a reason for that. Bob ------- Chapter 1 It was all my fault. I won Salesman of the Year and they sent me and my wife to Vegas, where we got the VIP treatment. Then we just got the treatment. Amanda and I met about a year ago. She worked for the ad agency that handled one of the sales campaigns I kicked ass on. She was fresh out of college and still innocent. She wasn't the kind of woman I usually went after. She was about ten inches over five feet tall, with cinnamon red hair and so many freckles that she looked tanned. In reality, though, she had the palest skin, because she kept out of the sun with an almost religious fervor. Additionally, she was slim, having breasts you might expect to see on a thirteen year old, and hips to go with them. But regardless of the fact that she was lacking in the curves most men look for, there was something inherently sexy about her that made me want her from the first time I saw her. She resisted my seduction and I thought she was playing hard to get, so I redoubled my efforts and finally got her to go out with me. I wined and dined her with a vengeance, and bought her expensive jewelry, but couldn't get her into bed. She'd only had one boyfriend, and had only let him fuck her once. It apparently hurt a lot and she broke it off with him. It took proposing to her to get in her panties, but it was worth it. I admit I hustled her a bit, but hey, I'm a salesman, right? Sometimes the way to make the sale is to wear them down. We set the date and then I convinced her to change it when I won Salesman of the Year because a trip to Vegas was part of the bonus that went with winning. I told her Vegas could be our honeymoon. So she agreed, even though we had to move the wedding up because the trip had to be taken before a certain date. She wanted a big wedding with a big reception. She had a lot of relatives and they didn't get together all that often. But I had waited as long as I could to get her naked and in bed. So I paid the limo driver under the table to show up an hour after the reception started. She was all upset, but I told her she could see her aunts and cousins any time. "It's kismet, baby," I said. "Vegas awaits! And our honeymoon starts just as soon as we get in that limo!" So that's why we had go straight from our wedding to the airport. We did detour to my apartment where, in the confusion, I forgot to load one of her suitcases into the car. By the time we realized it, it was too late. I had thought we could get an earlier flight, but that didn't pan out. Then, when we finally got on our flight there was a mechanical delay, and we sat on the ground for an hour and a half. She didn't care, because she was with me and we'd just gotten married. I was in a hurry to unwrap my present, but because of the delay they gave us free booze, so I managed. I just whispered, in detail and technicolor, what I was going to do to her once we got there. When we finally got to Vegas and got checked into the hotel, I couldn't wait any longer. I admit it was a wham, bam, thank you ma'am event, but I just couldn't wait, you know. She only complained a little, so I thought it was all right. I knew I could make it up to her later, when I wasn't on such a short fuse. I got up to get dressed and she asked where I was going. "To gamble, of course," I said. "Come on." "I'd rather stay here with you," she said. "I'm not going to be here," I said. "I'll be gambling. You need to come gamble if you want to be with me." Of course looking back on it now, I know I was stupid. I wasn't used to being married. I wasn't used to thinking about the feelings of the girl I was with. And I didn't realize it hurt her feelings. Amanda was from a small town in Oklahoma. I think her graduating class had seventeen seniors in it. So she wasn't helpless. By that I mean she hadn't been pampered by rich parents or anything. She didn't get mad easily, and I was to learn that when she did get mad it was sometimes hard to tell at first. I got my first lesson that day. She told me to go gamble. I did, and I lost big. But because we were on a sponsored trip, I was classified as a VIP, so they let me lose big. I got most of it back, and then, over a four or five hour period, lost it again. Amanda never watched me play. She said it was boring. She tried the quarter slots a couple of times, but usually just got something to eat and drink and then went shopping or something. I didn't pay any attention. Later I'd recognize what a putz I was being, but not then. Then I lost bigger, and the next thing I knew they were into me for $25,000. I got invited to the casino manager's office. He spoke to me for maybe fifteen minutes, during which it sounded like I was at a neighborhood party somewhere. There were no threats, and nobody standing around smacking fists into hands. No gorillas hovered nearby frowning at me. He told me to call him Mister Krebs, but of course he called me John. Finally he got to the point. "You owe me twenty-five large, John." "Yeah," I said, feeling sick. "You can't pay." "Well, not right now, of course," I said. I put a puzzled look on my face. I was pretty good at looking puzzled when I wanted to. "I don't know why I lost so much. I don't understand that. I usually have much better instincts than that. But I'll find a way to pay you off, I swear." He just looked at me. "You're a salesman, John, and a pretty good one at that." I nodded, wondering what that had to do with anything. "So you need to use your skills to get yourself out of this problem," he said. "How?" "I've seen your new bride, John. There's something special about her. She'd look good on film." "Film? What kind of film?" I asked. "I think you know, John," said Mister Krebs. "There's only one kind of film that will make me enough money to pay off your debt. "But that's crazy," I said. "I mean she'd never go for it." "She'd better, John. You got here because you were salesman of the year. Now you're going to have to prove you deserved it." "What if she won't do it?" I moaned. "Then I attach your house, your car, and your wages for the next three or four years." He smiled, but it wasn't a pleasant smile, as he added: "With interest." ------- "Let me get this straight," Amanda said, anger on her face. "You bet my body on the wheel." "No, of course not, honey," I whined. "It wasn't like that at all. I was doing so well and then I had a streak of bad luck. That's all. I never said anything about you." "But they want me to have sex to pay off your debt. They want me to be a whore. You want me to be a whore!" "No I don't!" I moaned. "But it's the only way we'll get free and clear. If we don't do this they'll take everything we own." "We'll get clear?" she said angrily. "I don't see you doing anything to get us clear. It's me who will have to do all those nasty things!" "Come on, baby," I pleaded. "It's just having sex. It will only be this one time. We'll pay them off and and go back home and I swear I'll make it up to you." "You mean I'll pay it off," she said angrily. I had the sinking feeling she wasn't going to do it, and we'd be homeless. "I don't know what else to do," I said sadly. "I want to meet this Mister Krebs," she said. ------- It took a while, but his secretary or whatever she was called finally got us in to see him. I didn't mind the wait. Krebs had a sweet tooth for women and his secretary was the finest eye candy. He was smiling as we walked in, and held his hand out to Amanda. I think she took it automatically, but I saw her flinch as he bent and kissed her knuckles. "You're even more lovely up close," he said. "The video monitors don't do you justice." "You've been spying on us?" she asked, frowning. "You mean in your room? Certainly not!" he said. "We watch everyone on the casino floor, though. When I saw you and saw you weren't playing, I had my security chief find out about you." "Why would it matter if I was playing or not?" she asked. "Sometimes beautiful women come here to lure the men away from the tables," he said, smiling. "Hookers," she said, her voice flat. "Some of them," he said. "I never thought you were one of those, though. You obviously have too much intelligence and class for that." "Apparently not," she said, glancing at me murderously. "I didn't have enough intelligence to recognize this worm before I married him." She looked back at Krebs. "And you obviously think I have little enough class to perform in a pornographic movie for you." "Class has nothing to do with it," said Krebs. "This is a business decision. You have a fresh girl-next-door look, something not seen that often in the industry. Now that I've spoken to you I think you have the brains as well. If you cooperate I see no problem with recouping my investment. If it goes well you might even have something to take home with you." "I'm not a whore," she said, turning red in the face. "Of course not," he said. "But you have looks and brains, and if those talents can be turned into money, then it's really no different than working in any job in which looks and brains are what you're selling." She was quiet for a bit. Krebs had the makings of a damn good salesman. I was impressed. He just stood there, looking at her, though, instead of pressuring her and sealing the deal. She looked at me. I made another mistake, though I didn't know it then. I applied the pressure I though was needed to make the sale. I said "Come on, baby ... do it. We need this." Her face went dead flat. She turned back to Krebs. "You said I could ... um ... take something back home. How much?" "It's purely an estimate, based on this very short interview and my experience in these things... " His eyes slid down her body and then back up to her face. "I'd say ten thousand, above and beyond what your husband owes us. Assuming we can come to an accommodation and things work out as well as I think they will." "Ten thousand dollars for me and my husband to have sex on tape," she said, obviously having trouble believing it. "Well ... not your husband," said Krebs. "He's not quite what we're looking for in a video like this." "Who then?" she asked. "We have a number of actors available," he said. "You'd get your choice." She thought for a second. She looked at me, and then back at him. "Let me meet these choices, and I'll give you my final decision." ------- Chapter 2 Krebs had one of his assistants, a stunning Asian woman with long black hair and small breasts, take us to a suite. Two more knockout women served us drinks and a meal. Eventually young men started arriving. One of the women suggested that Amanda wait until everyone was there before talking to any of them. Within half an hour there were ten guys there. They represented every ethnic group, including Asian, Hispanic, Black, Italian and white. They knew why they were there, and they all looked interested. I just assumed one of the white guys would get the nod. "How many of you have done this before?" asked Amanda. I thought that was an odd thing to say until more than half of them raised their hands, grinning. The remaining four looked uncomfortable, like they were behind the power curve. Then she said "The ones who've done this before can leave." There were a couple of comments, some of them about experience, but she ignored them. Once they were gone she faced the four who were left. "I'm not interested in some guy who has fucked dozens of women and thinks of them as props," she said. They all professed not to be that kind of guy. Then she asked each one to tell her what his girlfriend or wife was like. One guy described his wife, and another described his girlfriend. Both said Amanda was prettier. "How about you?" she asked one of the others, a white guy who was about her height and looked like a body builder. "I just got to Vegas a few weeks ago," he said. "I don't have a girlfriend yet. I'm trying to get noticed so I can get in commercials." She looked at the last guy, who was tall and black as the ace of spades. "Chuck," he said softly, introducing himself. "I don't have a girlfriend either. I just broke up with a girl. She cheated on me." "And that bothered you?" asked Amanda, staring at him. "I mean look what business you're in." "I'm from Ohio," he said. "I owed her brother some money," said Chuck. "When we broke up, her brother said I had to pay him back now. So I came out here to try this ... um ... industry ... because I heard this is the only kind of thing that pays enough to get him off my back quick." She looked at the first two. "You two can go," she said. "Anybody who'd cheat on his wife or girlfriend isn't interesting to me." They argued that it wasn't cheating, and pointed out she was married herself, but she ignored them. The only two who were left were Chuck and the body builder, who turned out to be named Maurice of all things. She asked each of them some more questions. Then she turned to one of Krebs' girls. "I'll take Chuck," she said. "But I want to talk to Mr. Krebs before I agree to this. I have a couple of stipulations." They left me and Chuck in the suite while they took Amanda back to see Mr. Krebs. ------- I was flabbergasted. My bride of less than a week had chosen a black guy to make a porn video with. I couldn't believe it. And he was sitting right across the room from me. "You're actually married?" he asked. "They said you were her husband." "Yes," I said. "And you let her do this?" He frowned. "That's fucked up, man." "I had to. You're not the only one who owes money." "It's still fucked up," he said. He didn't seem to have a lot more to say, and we just waited. Finally one of the assistants came and took him away. Another one stayed there with me. She got a call on the phone in the room and listened. "Okay," she said. She hung up and faced me. "Your wife is pissed at you." "Tell me something I didn't already know," I said, smiling at her. She was hot enough I felt things in my groin. "They're getting ready to start shooting. I'm supposed to take you to the sound stage." "They're starting already?" I got mad. "I thought I was going to be there!" "Oh you will be," she said. She smiled a strange smile. "You will be." ------- She took me to what looked like any sound stage you might find in Hollywood. There were lights and booms and cameras everywhere. Amanda was there already, standing in a small knot of people who were all going over sheaves of papers. They must have had scripts in a file, because that's what they were going over. They were all talking and I saw Amanda nodding and saying things to people. Chuck was there too and the two of them talked several times. The group finally drifted apart, leaving Chuck and Amanda there together. He was three or four inches taller than she was. They looked so strange, with her red hair and pale skin next to his coal black body. "Makeup!" yelled somebody. "Shooting in ten!" Things were going too fast for me, and I felt like it was out of control. I thought about what was about to happen, and felt sick. I had only fucked Amanda two or three times since we got married. She was still inexperienced. I went up to her and grabbed her arm. "Wait a minute," I said. "I've changed my mind. I won't let you do this." She turned on me in a flash. "You shut up!" she shouted. "You sold my ass an hour ago. I'm not going back home empty handed. And part of the deal involves you. You're the reason this is happening, and I'm going to see to it you never forget that!" My arms were grabbed from behind. I looked to find two big guys holding me. I yelled at them but they didn't listen. Instead they dragged me to a big wooden panel that was on a stand. Maybe it was used as a mobile wall on a set. A pair of handcuffs had been bolted to this panel, though, and they put my wrists in the cuffs, which were over my head. I started screaming and one of them shoved a rubber ball in my mouth. There was an elastic strap attached to the ball. I'd seen these things on the internet, but never in person. It was a ball gag. Amanda walked up to me. "You just watch," she said, her voice low. "I told them I'd do this if you had to watch and couldn't say or do anything about what you see. "Makeup!" yelled the voice again, sounding urgent now. "I'm coming!" yelled Amanda, and turned away from me. I was ignored for maybe ten minutes. It was as if I didn't exist. You'd think these people saw someone chained to a wall every day. No matter what noises I made, nobody paid any attention to me. Then somebody rolled a stand in front of me that had a big video monitor on it. Twenty minutes later the monitor came alive and showed a swimming pool with the sun blazing down on it. Amanda came walking into the scene. She was wearing a white bikini that was almost non existent. Other people were with her and they arranged her on a chaise lounge, leaning back, wearing sunglasses. Her tits looked bigger somehow. I knew there wasn't even a handful there, but under those tiny triangles they looked a lot more rounded or something. The camera zoomed in on her chest and I realized her nipples were erect. While her titties were tiny, she had big, fat nipples. The first time I'd seen them I almost laughed, because her chest looked like all those freckles were rushing to merge into her nipples, which were only a little bit darker than the freckles. Those nipples were pushing the white cloth up really nicely. I had to admit she looked fabulous. A short table appeared and was set beside her. A glass with only ice cubes was placed on the table. The people all backed off. One of those clacker board things appeared on the screen. In black magic marker was written "Amanda's Southern Belle Gets Rung." The arm, slammed down. Somebody yelled "Action!" Chuck walked into the scene, wearing gym shorts and nothing else. His black body glistened in the sun. He was holding long aluminum pole that had a square net on the end. He started cleaning the pool. "Tyrone!" my wife called out. "Y'all come on ovah heah and get me another mint julep, like a good boy." Her southern accent wasn't quite awful. It was close, but not awful. It occurred to me that in a movie like this, nobody would care. They were cashing in on the interracial thing. "Yes Miss Amanda," said Chuck. He put the net down and ran to the table. He got the glass and disappeared. Amanda ran a hand up her obviously sweaty stomach. Chuck appeared with the mint julep and she took a long drink. "Yo gonna get all sunburnt, Miss Amanda," said Chuck. "That would not do," she said with her southern accent. "Go get me some sun screen." "Yessum." He came back and she ordered him to put it on her, turning over on her stomach. I saw the contrast of his black hands all over her back. The bikini was a thong, leaving her ass completely bare, and when his black hands got there they didn't pause, but mauled her ass cheeks. "Mah daddy would string you up if he saw you touching me there," she said, but didn't make him stop. "You got's the prettiest ass I ever did see," he said in an overdone share-cropper voice. "Just you mind your manners, boy," she said. He did her back again, and her legs, sliding his hands high. She spread her legs for him. It looked like he was running into her pussy and she wiggled her ass. "I's real sorry, Miss Amanda," he said, stroking her pussy in an obvious manner. "Ah slipped." "You black bastard," she said. "You want me to do your front too, Miss Amanda?" "You want to see my white, teenaged titties, don't you boy?" she asked. "Ah surely do," he admitted. She reached behind her and untied the bikini top. She rolled over, covering her breasts with her hands. "No touching allowed, Tyrone," she said. "Daddy would skin us both." She let her hands fall. Her nipples were an inch long. I'd never seen them that long. "Damn they pretty," he sighed. "Remember ... looking only," she said, sounding like a privileged, snotty rich white girl. He ignored her and leaned down to suck a nipple. She looked like she was trying to push his head away and complained, but then was "obviously overcome" by his ministrations, because she started sighing. Within a minute his hand was inside her bikini bottoms and he was fingerfucking her. I stared at this strange man abusing my wife. Then I realized that "abuse" was the wrong word, because she was obviously loving it. "Inside!" she gasped. "Somebody might see us!" "Cut!" yelled somebody. Chuck stopped fondling my wife and stood up. The front of his shorts were bulging with what had to be one impressive cock. I couldn't help but stare. My wife did too. She sat up, making no attempt to cover up, and reached to slide her hand over his lump. ------- Chapter 3 The monitor went dark and a few minutes later everyone came into the studio. Apparently the pool was a location they used frequently and it was close to the studio. Amanda was still topless, and unashamed. To be honest most of the people running around didn't spend all that much time looking at her. Some of the men did. And Chuck did. He looked over at me. The prick must have thought all this was funny, because he grinned, showing white teeth in his black face. They got them into the set that looked like a nice living room. They had her holding his hand and when they yelled "Action!" she pulled him into the room. "Make sure they-ah's nobody heah," drawled Amanda. She turned around in a circle, so the camera could get a good look at her almost nude body. "Tyrone" went and looked into doorways and came back, announcing they were all alone in the house. "Ah shouldn't let a black boy touch me," said Amanda. It was obvious she wanted this black boy to touch her. I was amazed she could act that well. "But you wants to, doesn't you?" he asked. For answer she came up to him, embraced him, and brought her slim pink lips to his wide, thick ones. She pressed her naked breasts to his chest and rubbed them against him. The oil he'd put on her breasts helped them slide all over. The kiss was a long, hot one. They were obviously frenching. His hands gripped her naked ass and hers slid all over his broad back. The kiss broke and she knelt to pull his shorts down. When his cock bounced free it was already hard, and my eyes about came out of my head. He had to be ten inches long. "Shit!" squealed Amanda. "You've got to be kidding me!" "Cut!" yelled a man. "I'm sorry," said Amanda, still staring at the cock in front of her face. "I was just surprised. He's like a horse!" "I like the line and her reaction," said Krebs, stepping out from darkness I hadn't seen him in. "Leave it in. Just keep going. She's got the instinct for this. I don't give a fuck about what's in the script as long as what they do looks honest." "Places!" yelled the man. They were already there, so he yelled "Action!" Amanda looked up at Chuck's face. "This is impossible," she sighed. "It can't be real." "It's de real thang, Miss Amanda," he drawled. "It shore would feel good if you was to touch it and suck on it a little bit." Amanda shuddered, and that looked real too. "Ohhhh," she sighed. "I couldn't possibly." Then she leaned forward and did something to Chuck she'd never done to me. She sucked his dick. It was obvious she'd never done it before. They cut the scene and one of Krebs' gorgeous assistants came in and showed her what to do. Chuck stood there loving it. I got hard as a rock watching it. Amanda tried it again and he told her she was doing much better. They showed her how to jack him while she sucked, and the assistant sat back with her mouth open and her tongue out. "Get like this when he cums, so he can shoot on your tongue." "He's going to go off in my mouth?" yelped Amanda. "Of course," said Krebs, who had stepped closer to help instruct her. "It's expected in a video like this." "Oh," she said. "It's not so bad," said the assistant. "Sometimes it's a little bitter. If the taste makes you queasy just push it back out of your mouth and let it run down your chin. They'll cut the shot right after that. If you have to puke, that's OK. Just do it on the floor. Happens all the time." "Ewwww," complained Amanda. "There will be a bonus if you swallow it," said Krebs. "It's easy. Just show the camera your mouth is full and then swallow quickly. It will be over in no time." "Ewwwwww," complained Amanda. They started back in. Amanda sucked Chuck a lot more convincingly now. In fact, she looked like she was actually enjoying it, moving her mouth onto him as much as she could and then slowly dragging her lips down his black shaft. "Oh fuck that's good," He sighed. She had been told to let his knob show sometimes, and to kiss or lick it, and she remembered to do that. At one point she squeezed his cock and a dollop of white bubbled up out of the cum hole. She leaned forward and licked at that tentatively. I could tell she was tasting it, and then she slid her mouth onto him again. "Excellent," I heard Krebs say from the shadows. "She's a fucking natural." She started jacking on him, and he started making noises until he gasped that he was going to cum. She went into the position like she'd done it a hundred times and he spurted into her mouth. He missed with one shot, which went onto her cheek, under her eye. Three guys with cameras all leaned in, blocking my view. The monitor was on, though, and I saw a last shot make a pool of white in her mouth. She closed her mouth and the camera backed off to show her face. She was swirling it around in her mouth. Then she obviously swallowed several times, and licked her lips. "You taste good, Tyrone," she breathed. "Fuck, Miss Amanda, that was so fine," he sighed. She swallowed again and there was a long pause. An assistant's voice came from one side. "Amanda, your line. I'm all worked up." Amanda licked the tip of his cock one more time. "A'hm all worked up, Tyrone," she said. "Ah make you feel reel good, Miss Amanda," he said. "You can't fuck me, Tyrone," she said. "That's going too far." "Ah make you feel good without fucking you," he promised. ------- They had her lie back on a couch with him between her spread knees. When they yelled "action!" he pulled her thong off and she spread her legs for him like they were married and alone. Then he ate her pussy until she screamed. It wasn't that fake screaming either. She meant every yell and whine and moan. She was so blown away that she even called him Chuck twice. I heard Krebs say not to stop them, and that it would be dubbed later. She had what was obviously an orgasm. She'd never made those sounds with me, but I knew it was real. And he kept going! The camera moved in to show him licking her clit and then his thick lips sucking on it. They showed him fingerfucking her with one long, black finger, and then two. She bucked and even cursed, pulling at her own nipples as he took her up again. When she was lying limp after her second orgasm, he got on his knees. "Ah gots to do this, Missy," he panted. His cock was long and hard again. I yelled into the gag and jerked at the cuffs because I thought he was going to put that monster in her. But all he did was jack it. "Don't miss the money shot!" said the producer. Three cameras moved in again. Two of them focused on his hand, jacking his prick. The other focused on Amanda's dark red pubic hair, just above pussy lips which sagged open, flushed and full looking. I could see into the dark of her vaginal canal. I'd never seen her like this. Her pussy lips had always been pale and tightly closed before. Then again, I'd never eaten her out like that or fingerfucked her and then looked at her pussy, either. I just played with her until she was slippery and climbed on to bust a nut. "Gonna cum!" grunted Chuck. "Gonna cum on that sweet, white pussy!" He aimed his prick at her pussy and moved it to within an inch of that gaping opening. Then he shot that darkness full of thick, white sperm. He painted her whole pussy, including the hair above it. "Rub yourself, Amanda!" called out Krebs. Amanda slid her hand through the mess and rubbed her clitty as the camera zoomed in to show the mess and her fingers moving through it. The cameraman was good, because he sensed what was about to happen and zoomed out just in time to see her middle finger slide down and into her, pushing the sperm in. "Fucking hot!" yelled Krebs. "That's a bonus, baby!" "Cut!" yelled the director. One of the assistants was walking by and she stopped and looked at my crotch. I looked down and was horrified when I realized I had cum in my pants. She started laughing and pointed. "Look! The husband went off in his pants while we were shooting." Chuck staggered backwards, standing up. Amanda kept slowly fingerfucking her pussy with the spermy finger. Krebs walked out of the shadows to stand in front of Amanda. They all looked over at me, and down at the stain on my pants. Then Krebs faced Amanda again. "I agreed to your demand that no sperm get inside you. You were quite firm about that. I hope you don't think that when I told you to touch yourself I was trying to violate that agreement." "No," she said, finally removing her finger and closing her legs. "I just had the urge. I shouldn't have. I was telling you the truth when I said I wasn't on anything, and that we are trying to get pregnant right away." "Well, if you keep that up you might get pregnant really right away," said Krebs. "You want me to get you a morning after pill?" "No. It wasn't much," she said. "I won't do it again." "I wish you would," said Krebs. "I have to tell you that was some of the hottest footage I've seen in a long, long time. The fact that neither of you is a pro is making this into what may be a blockbuster." "With that corny dialogue?" she asked. "You have to be joking." "We can always do voice-overs later," he said, shrugging. "It's the action that counts. That and the noises you were making to make us think you were actually cumming." "I was actually cumming," she said, and then turned beet red and covered her face. The spermy finger got on her cheek and she unconsciously sucked it clean. "That's what I'm talking about," said Krebs. "You're a natural. I know you think this is smut, but you actually gave me a boner. That hasn't happened in years." He glanced over at me. "Not to mention John, over there." She looked over at me again, her eyes on my groin. "Yes ... John," she said. He turned around. "Get her cleaned up and let's keep going." Amanda stood. She walked over to me and pulled the ball out of my mouth. I worked my jaw, which hurt. "How do you feel now?" she asked. "Was the gambling worth this?" "You looked like you were enjoying it," I said bitterly. "And why shouldn't I?" she asked. "You had a great time losing all that money." She looked down at my pants. "You obviously got off on what just happened, too ... watching him touch me ... watching him get his sperm all over me." "Why did you get his stuff in you?" I asked, jerking at the chains. "Because I felt like it!" she barked. "He actually made me feel good!" She stuffed the ball back in my mouth. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but my lips hurt so much I had to open to relieve the pressure. There were tears in her eyes. "You shouldn't have done this," she said softly. "We could have been so happy." Then she turned around and went to the dressing room to clean up. ------- Chapter 4 Someone brought a tall stool so that at least I could sit down. I tried to communicate to them to remove the gag, but either they didn't understand me, or just wouldn't do it. About fifteen minutes later Amanda stuck her head out of her dressing room and called for Krebs. He went over and went inside. Ten minutes after that he came out, grabbed Chuck, who was in his shorts again, and took him into the dressing room. Fifteen minutes after that they all came out together. Amanda had on a robe. They came over to me. Amanda stood in front of me. "The reason you're handcuffed to that wall and gagged is because I required that you be treated like this. I said I wouldn't do it unless you were. Do you understand that?" I nodded. She reached up and took the ball gag out. "I've made Mister Krebs an offer," she said. "It will pay him back and give us thirty thousand to take home." "What offer?" I asked. "That doesn't matter," she said. "It's my body. What matters is that you have a chance to cooperate. If you do I'll split the money with you. If you choose not to then I'll put it in an account that only I have access to." "You can't do that," I shouted. "We're in this together!" "You're not the one getting fucked," she said. "You haven't been fucked yet," I reminded her. "But you know it will happen," she said. "It's what porn is all about. And if I'm going to have to put up with it, then I want to get something out of it." "No!" I said. "I told you I changed my mind." "Well somebody is getting fucked," said Krebs. "This has already cost me a bundle." He looked meaningfully at me. "I guess we could make a prison rape video." His smile made chills run down my spine. "You up for that, John?" "Fuck no," I shouted. "So she gets fucked then," he said, smiling. I clamped my lips closed. "Say it, John. I'm going to get my money one way or the other. I'd rather watch her earn it, but that's not a requirement. I can have six guys to play inmates here in half an hour." I looked at Amanda. She just stood there. "I guess you have to do this," I said. "You pussy," said Chuck. "Shut up, Chuck," said Amanda. Krebs just smiled. Then they told me what I had to do. I refused, of course. I mean people might actually see this thing, and we could make up some story about Amanda having shot it before we got married, but not if they did things the way they wanted to. The way Amanda wanted them done, actually. You see it was all her idea. She pitched it to them and they snapped it up instantly. It was a complete change of plot. Gone was the southern belle and the black man who worked for the family. I'm quite sure Krebs sold that footage to some web site anyway, as just a short clip. But now they were starting a whole new movie. And the new plot was too close to home. It was about a girl who got married, and her husband couldn't service her on her wedding night. So one of the boys from the band steps in and breaks her in while her drunk and sleeping husband is in bed next to them. They wanted me to cooperate by lying there on the bed next to them while Chuck fucked my wife. ------- When I wouldn't do it, one of the technical staff volunteered to play the role of husband. I was left cuffed and gagged. When they finally got going, it started with a shot of them arriving at the hotel in Vegas. They put her in a wedding gown. They actually shot the wedding and her kissing the groom, and the happy couple going to the club in the casino where they were staying, still dressed in their wedding finery. They shot them partying in the bar and the husband knocking back drink after drink between dances. They filmed her going up to the band leader, played by Chuck, and asking him to play a particular song. He said he would if she'd save a dance for him. She blushed and said she would. They filmed the couple dancing to the special song and him passing out, to fall on the floor. They filmed the band leader offering to help her get her husband up to the room. Once in the room, the dialogue got more interesting. Chuck said her husband must be an idiot to get drunk on his wedding night. She complained she was a virgin and had been looking forward to this night her whole life. She had a drink or two herself. She remembered that she owed him a dance, and offered to make it two, since he'd helped her get John back to the room. They actually used my name! That's when I found out she was using her real name in the video too. She introduced herself to him as Amanda. They danced to music from the stereo in the room. They danced slowly and closely. Then they danced the second dance. He asked if he could kiss the bride. She let him, and the kiss lasted a long, long time. "I don't think that's how you're supposed to kiss the bride," she sighed when he finally pulled his lips away. "That's exactly how you're supposed to kiss the bride," he said, his voice thick with emotion. He kissed her again. It looked like they were trying to eat each other. The music was still going, and they danced again, and this time she rubbed her body against him as he repeatedly kissed the bride. At one point she whined "I shouldn't be acting this way." "This is exactly how you should be acting on your wedding night," said the helpful band leader. He stroked her ass. "But I'm getting all turned on," she moaned. "You're supposed to be turned on on your wedding night," he reminded her. "But my husband is passed out drunk!" she complained. "I'm not," he said. She kissed him again, and there started what even I thought was an erotic slow striptease as he got her out of her wedding gown. She was wearing a lacy white bra and panties under it, and garters and white hose. He kissed her some more and put his hand in her panties until she squirmed and panted. She took the bra off, and he went to work on her nipples, telling her how beautiful she was and how good her nipples tasted. She told him she put cherry flavor on them for John. When he pulled her panties off my eyes bugged out again. All she had left of that cinnamon red pubic hair was a slim line that pointed to an otherwise shaved-bare vulval vestibule. Again, her pussy lips were swollen and flushed ... looking eager to receive a hard prick. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as he sucked her pussy. With knees wide and feet on tiptoes, she gripped his head and wouldn't let him go until she squealed her way through an orgasm. She looked like this man had sucked her this way dozens of times, and it was one of her favorite things to do. He stood up, his shorts bulging obscenely. She replayed the earlier scene where, when he bared his cock, she squealed and was reluctant, but sucked him. This time, however, when she sucked and stroked him until he said he was going to cum, she pulled off and said "No!" "What the fuck?" I heard somebody whisper from the darkness. "Keep rolling," said Krebs. "I can't wait any longer!" she whined. Then she lay down next to her passed out "husband," spread her legs, placed the tip of one laquered fingernail directly on her clitoris, and said "I want it in here." She slid the finger down and into her pussy. "Now, Chuck," she moaned. And Chuck got between her lily white thighs ... and he slid that monster into her pussy. Three cameras recorded as inch after inch of his black rod sank into her belly. Cameramen were in the way and I couldn't see anything except what was on the monitor. I could hear her though. "Oh fuck, Chuck, you're splitting me apart." That was followed by "Don't you dare stop!" and I saw her hips lurch upwards on the monitor. And then he fucked her. It wasn't like the normal porn videos you see, where everybody involved looks bored and the sounds they make don't match their lip movement. These were two young lovers who were genuinely engaged in every second of what was going on. His long black snake flashed in and out of her stretched pussy for half a minute and then he went in deep and rubbed his groin against hers until she screamed. Her head flopped from side to side, her red hair whipping against the white of the bed spread she was splayed out on. He did that four or five times in the amount of time it would normally take for a porn producer to suggest one orgasm. And while it was going on, they talked. "Sweet white pussy," he gasped. "Raping the poor bride!" she squealed. "Ohhh Mandy ... you're so fine. You're pussy is milking me." "You feel so good way up inside meeee!" she moaned in return. "I'm cheating on my husband and he hasn't even fucked me yet!" "I'm fucking a virgin!" he panted. "Ahhhhh, I can't hold it ... that white pussy is sucking the cum from my balls!" "Nooooooooo," she whined. "I'm fertile, Chuck. We're going to have a baby!" "We sure are," he huffed. "My baby." "Nooooooo," she yelled. But her legs whipped up and across his butt and she pulled him into her as he forced himself deep. One camera caught the twist of his face, while another centered on his balls, which jerked in repetition as he seeded my wife. Who was fertile. Because we were planning on having children right away. And we had planned to start on our honeymoon ... because she would be ovulating then. Which meant she was ovulating now ... with Chuck's thick, virile semen flooding her womb. That was when I realized I'd lost a lot more than money at the tables. ------- Chapter 5 They weren't finished yet. After he fucked her full of cum and was still trying to fuck her some more, the director screamed "cut!" and then yelled at Chuck because the money shot was supposed to be of him pulling out to show he was shooting. He pulled out then, and pointed at Amanda's puffy, gaping pussy lips. "Shoot that instead," he growled. A man darted in with a camera and the wobbling picture on the monitor stabilized, showing thick white spunk welling out of her pussy and dripping down towards her asshole as she used her internal muscles to expel his seed. "Oh yeah," sighed the producer. "We can definitely use that. Can you get back in her so we can get a shot of you pulling out slowly? You gone limp yet? No? Excellent!" He went the extra mile. He pulled out of Amanda slowly (I noticed they were kissing while he did this, even though it wasn't necessary) and then reached to milk one last drip out of his semen-coated cock. He dripped it right into her now empty pussy, of course. I knew they'd edit the tape so that all that cum welling out of her pussy would look like it came right after that part. They waited fifteen minutes, while Amanda and Chuck sat, naked, chatting like old friends and drinking bottles of water. Then she stood up and took Chuck's hand, bringing him back to the bed. "We'll get you your money shot now," she said. And they filmed him fucking her again. This time they were fucking to produce a spurting prick for the camera. It was obvious they both enjoyed it, but there was no talking. Not for the cameras anyway. I saw her whispering in his ear several times, and he sucked her neck as he humped her. She fucked him back. There was no doubt about that. Then she whispered again and I saw her lick his ear. "Get ready!" He called out. The cameras moved in and I saw him pulling his prick out of her. It was milky again, apparently from his last ejaculation. He must have cum buckets in her. He didn't even have to jack off. He just pulled out and let the tip hang an inch from her wide open pussy and then shot the dark tunnel full of his spunk. Her hand appeared, gripping his prick, and pulled it towards her already full pussy. The camera saw her plug him back in, and recorded half of his long, black stick pushing all that cum up into her womb, until his body blocked the shot. The camera man knew his job, even though this was obviously a departure from the script. He backed up a bit and framed the black body covering the slim white woman hump her some more. I thought of an oil well, pumping and pumping and pumping, except this one was pumping something white into my wife, instead of something black out of the ground. Then I thought of the irony that he was black, and that what he was putting into my wife that was white now, might come out of her fertile belly as something black, later on. That was when I felt the first tears of remorse running down my cheeks. That was when I realized how much I had fucked up. She would never have done this except as a result of my own stupid actions. I had driven her to it. ------- They still weren't finished. Which meant Amanda's script wasn't finished. They filmed the bride, waking up in the morning with her husband, who had the mother of all hangovers. She coaxed him out of bed and the camera zoomed in on streaks of cum smearing the insides of her thighs. Her husband strutted, proclaiming that he must have done her proud, even if he couldn't remember it. "Oh you did, honey," she cooed. "I wish I could have that every night." "You will, baby," he boasted, patting the front of his tidy whities. "Not today, though," she sighed. "You stretched me so much I'm sore!" They did a whirlwind of very short shots of the happy couple going shopping, and into a museum, and eating lunch and sightseeing in Vegas. Then they had the two of them dress for dancing that night. Of course most of the time the camera was on Amanda as she stripped down and then dressed again. She picked up bra and panties, looked at them, and then tossed them on the bed before slipped into a peasant blouse and loose skirt. She put on sandals. Her husband's shots were of him sneaking airline bottles of booze from the little refrigerator in the room, already drinking too much. He completed the job in the bar, slumping over the table while Amanda danced with other men, including the band leader, who pulled her into a darkened hallway where he pulled her peasant blouse down and sucked at her nipples before pushing her up against the wall and fucking up into her. The camera showed her toes, barely touching the floor, bouncing up and down, and then centered on his cum dripping from her pussy when they broke apart. Again he helped her take her husband upstairs, but this time they dumped him in a chair and used all of the bed while he bred her three times. The talk that time was of breeding, as he asked her if she really was fertile, and really was ovulating, and really was letting him impregnate her. Her answers were always positive. In the end, just before he came the last time, he said "You should dump that loser and stay with me. I'd treat you right." "I should," she said. "After all, if I'm going to have your baby, I should have you too." The final shot was of Chuck carrying her suitcase out of the room, while she tossed her wedding gown and ring on top of her drunken, sleeping husband. ------- They let me loose after Amanda disappeared into her dressing room. My jaw ached, and my wrists were raw where the cuffs had dug into them. The evidence of my no doubt criminal imprisonment was destroyed immediately. The handcuffs were unbolted and taken away and the wall carried out of the studio. Nobody stopped me from going to her dressing room, but the door was locked. I knocked. She opened it. She had on panties, but that was all. "Let me get dressed. Then I need a shower and then we can talk." I sat on a chair and watched her cover her nakedness with a T shirt and jeans. Her young, boyish figure looked good. It had always looked good when I used it. But now I knew what it could look like if she was fully involved. Apparently the details of payment and all that had already been worked out, because when we left, the studio was bare of people, and Amanda didn't seem surprised. We rode up the elevator in silence. I keyed the door with my card and we walked into the VIP suite we had been given when we arrived on our honeymoon. The shower was already running. I put my hand out to stop her, but she pushed through it. "It's all right. I gave him my key." I knew who "him" was. Chuck, the man who had replaced me ... who might very well have impregnated my wife ... was in our shower because she had given him the key to our room. She calmly stripped down and went to the bathroom door. She closed it after her. When I opened the door, he had her pressed against the wall of the shower. Her toes were bouncing on the tiles as water cascaded over them, and his butt tightened and loosened as he bounced her up and down on his prick. They were locked in a passionate kiss. ------- As I packed my bag, all I could think of was that she was in there, impaled on that long, black prick as it spat baby making sperm into her womb. She had chosen him over me. It was obvious. She had said we would talk, but she had done her talking in the shower, non-verbally. I was putting the last of my things in the suitcase when the door opened and they came out, naked, toweling off. "I'll look into an annulment," I said, not looking at her. "That would be the easiest, probably," she said. "I'm sorry," I said, but I said it bitterly. "I am too," she said, and it was obvious she meant it. "You couldn't tell that from the act you put on." I couldn't resist letting some of the vitriol out. I knew it was my fault, but I still blamed her. "I'm sorry for the failure of the relationship, not how I reacted to what you did," she said. Chuck went to the kitchenette and got two bottles of orange juice from the mini bar. He brought one to Amanda. I tried to remember if I'd ever done something like that ... just offering her a cool drink. I couldn't. My life had always been all about me. And now it had cost me the best thing I'd ever had. "It was my fault," I said. "I know." She sounded sad. "That doesn't make me feel any better, though." "Me either," I said. "Just throw my stuff into a box and I'll pick it up in a few days," she said. She was referring to the things she'd left at my apartment, where we were supposed to be returning to, to live together as man and wife. "Where will you stay?" I asked. She'd already given up the lease on her own place. "I don't know yet," she said. "You're welcome to-" Chuck stopped speaking as she lifted a finger and pressed it to his thick lips. "I'll find something," she said. I looked at my naked wife, so slim and lovely and pale, her freckled shape making her look younger than she was, standing next to the tall, muscular black stranger she'd met less than twenty-four hours earlier. He'd fucked her more since she met him than I had since she met me. "See you," I said, unable to stay any longer. "Yeah," she said. She still sounded sad. ------- Epilogue I retained my title of Salesman of the Year for five more years before I finally got my head on straight. I met a cute brunette in a coffee shop when she waited on me and said I looked tired. On impulse I asked her to dinner. She looked a little wary of me, but finally agreed. I knew within ten minutes of sitting down with her that she was the same kind of woman Amanda had been. She was bright, honest, and innocent in many ways, having come from the kind of people who trusted each other unless there was a reason not to, rather than the other way around, which is the urban way. I had chased money, and it hadn't brought me any happiness. I had chased my own twisted, vain vision of the "winner" I thought I was supposed to be, and that had lost me the only real happiness I had ever gotten close to. So this time I threw it all away for a very ordinary looking girl with brown hair, named Vicky. I asked her what she wanted from life, and she told me. Then I set about trying to make that happen. She wasn't a city girl at heart, so I quit my job and we moved back to her home town, which was slowly dying. It didn't hurt the town to have the Salesman of the Year for six consecutive years living there, because I put that talent to work drawing industry to the area, arranging tax and real estate deals. I won't claim I turned things around, but at least the population is stable now. Vicky and I have three kids, who helped to stabilize that population. And at the end of the day I come home and forget about work - which isn't in sales, by the way - while I spend time with my family, which is really what makes me happy. I know you're wondering what happened to Amanda. I did too. Luckily, my stupidity didn't impact the relationship she had built with my mother. They stayed in touch for years after we broke up. A month after our annulment she wrote to my mother that after getting in a fender bender she'd met a nice man named Chuck, at the body shop he owned. She said she was worried about being on the rebound, but really liked Chuck. I didn't tell my mother the truth, even though the anger in me wanted to. It wouldn't have helped, and my mother would then have known about the reason for the annulment, which I had never spoken of, except to say there were insurmountable problems. Over the years, my mother fed me tidbits about what was happening in Amanda's life. She and Chuck got married. His business continued to prosper. Amanda stayed home to raise babies, of which there were three, then five, then six. She told my mother she loved the chaos of so many children and was willing to have even more. Chuck was talking about eventually forming his own Tee-Ball team. I stopped asking about Amanda after I married Vicky, and my mother stopped giving me updates. But just before that I heard Amanda was pregnant with their seventh, and to finance the family Chuck had started buying cars from gamblers who were broke and need money badly. He paid pennies on the dollar of course, and then sold them to the big winners at an enormous profit. The sellers probably turned around and blew what he gave them as well. But then what do you expect? Anybody who takes the time to think about it - even for just a few minutes - will realize that gambling is just that - risking that which you want to keep. I have no idea how much their movie made. I do know it's still being sold, even ten years after it was made. I don't think they made another, even though that one was obviously a hit. I searched stores and web sites for years, expecting to see more movies with Amanda in them. I know Krebs would have tried to get her to do more. It would have been easy to cash in on that success. She was a natural, and Chuck was built to make the female viewers swoon. But Chuck didn't ask her to prostitute her body for money. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-08-23 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------