I’ve screwed the pooch bad sometimes but this time was my worst screwup of all time.
It was just a bet. A thousand dollars on an NBA playoff game. It should have been an easy lock. The other team just lost their star forward to a broken finger. My team had lost last time these two teams played but that same star forward had scored 19 points, cinching our loss by two points.
Two points.
So, this time, he was out of the game and there were no other changes in personnel, so we should have a win by at least 10 points. And I was only betting on a straight up win, no point spread to worry about. And the internet bookies had my team listed as an 8-point favorite. And my thousand-dollar bet would win me back $2,500. I could spend $500 of it on jewelry for my wife Deanna and still put $2,000 against my current debt of $5,000. Back down to a $3,000 debt, which would give me some breathing room with Tyrell, at work. Should have been easy, get me back on track.
No problem, right?
Wrong.
Something went wrong. There’s no way they could lose but they did. Those mother fuckers lost in the last minute of the game. Some other idiot on the other team lands back-to-back 3-pointers to win by just one point.
One fucking point.
So, instead of only being $3,000 behind, now I was $6,000 behind. Tyrell warned me. If I lost, I’d have to pay at least half of it within a week and the whole thing in two weeks. He was tired of holding a debt on me.
I tried to avoid him at work the next day. But no luck. Some of his “brothers” blocked me in at the breakroom, and he walked in and fronted me.
“Hey, mother fucker. I think you owe me $6,000.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You should quit betting but you can’t, can you?”
“I can. No, I mean, I will. I’ll work at paying you off and then quit for good,” I said but I didn’t think he’d buy it.
He didn’t.
“I don’t care. You know the score. Pay me $3,000 by next Monday and then the other $3,000 by the Monday after that. Or you lose your ass.”
“You’re not going to kill me over $6,000, right?”
“Kill? No. Beat you till you can barely walk? Yeah, I’d do that.”
Someone pushed me from behind and I fell head-on into Tyrell.
It was his “brother” Tyrone.
Tyrell pushed me away from him into somebody else, who then pushed me into somebody else, and so on until I’d made the rounds. I was dizzy and scared of getting punched but no one did.
“Don’t worry, Stevie, we just fucking around with you,” Tyrell said smiling. “But don’t pay me and we’ll all show up and start getting serious about debt enforcement. Get me?”
“Yeah, I got it,” I said.
“Monday…$3,000,” he said. They all turned and left.
I was sweating bullets. Where the fuck would I come up with $3,000 in a week?
Surprise, I didn’t.
---
“What do you mean, you don’t have it?”
That was Tyrell, and he was pissed.
“I tried. I tried selling stuff but I could only get $500 for my car. Maybe a hundred dollars for some other stuff. I don’t know what to do. Listen, I know I owe you. I’m good for it. Just not right now. This is a really bad time, bro.”
Oops, I shouldn’t have said that.
“Bro? Do I look like your bro, mother fucker?”
“No, I just…”
“So, you’re not only telling me you don’t have the $3,000 dollars, you’re telling me you won’t have the next $3,000 dollars either.”
“Yeah, but…”
BAM!
He punched me dead in the eye.
I fell back on my ass and almost lost consciousness. My head was spinning and I laid my head back on the concrete trying to recoup.
Tyrell put his big foot on my chest and pressed down, making it hard to breathe.
Great, now I’m dizzy and can’t breathe.
“Earth to Stevie. Hey, mother fucker! Are you getting the message now?”
“Yeah, I got it, I got it.”
“Then what’s my message?”
“Pay you.”
“No, dick weed. The message is Pay…Me…Or…Else!”
“But can’t I just…” I started.
“No, you can’t,” he said stepping down harder on my chest. “You can pay me what you owe, all of it, by next Monday or life will get a lot tougher for you.”
By that time, some of his crew had gathered around and were watching the beat down.
“You have no other choice. Don’t ask for more time. Don’t ask for a discount. I don't take WIC. Don’t try to promise me anything. The only choice is ‘You pay me’, you got it?”
Someone in his crew spoke up.
“He’s got a pretty wife.”
“What?” I asked.
“He does?”
I was looking at the guy who said it, when Tyrell kicked me.
“Is that right, you fucking deadbeat? You got a pretty wife?”
What the fuck was he talking about?
“Well, that changes everything, don’t it, Stevie?” Tyrell said, taking his foot off my chest and putting his hand out to me.
“I don’t know,” I said, not knowing if he was going to hit me again or was setting me up for something worse. He held his hand out again, and I grabbed it.
He lifted me up off the ground and my head started spinning again. I staggered a little and he put his arm around my shoulders and spoke in a low voice, walking me away from the group of his friends.
“You just got a lifeline, Stevie. I just realized, I’ve seen your wife and she is smoking hot. I like ‘em like that; blonde hair, tanned, pretty and willing to fuck a brother. You getting’ me?”
“No, I don’t. What are you saying?”
“Stevie, I’m saying I show up at your house next Monday night, we have a beer or two, watch a little football and then I take your wife in the bedroom and show her just how good some big, black dick is. She gonna love it! And I could even let you watch.”
“What?”
“You are slow, aren’t you? I’m saying I fuck your pretty white wife and I forgive you for being a loser.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Stevie, you say ‘what’ again and I’m going to have to fuck you up really bad.”
“Wh…, I mean, you wanna fuck my wife to cover my debt?”
“No, I just want to fuck your wife. But being generous like I am, I’m willing to knock part of your debt off. Just because I’m a nice guy. Got it?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Ain’t no buts, Stevie. You get the cash or I get your wife’s ass. If not that, me and my crew will do a dance on your head that you won’t ever forget.”
---
That same evening, I was at home sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my eye, when my wife, Deanna, came home. She rushed over to me, pulled the ice pack away from my eye and gasped.
“What happened to you?” she said kissing around my bruised eye.
“Fight at work.”
She was firing questions at me left and right. Who? How? Why? When? Did I call the police? What are you going to do about it? Did your boss fire him? And on and on.
After a while, I gave up. She told me so many times not to gamble any more but my head was hurting so bad that I just spilled the whole story to her.
She was pissed. She sat there fuming for a while, then said…
“I told you not to gamble.”
Thanks.
“I know.”
“How much do you owe him?”
My head was pounding harder, so I told her.
“Six thousand bucks.”
She was stunned to silence.
“Steve, we don’t have six thousand dollars,” she said like I didn’t already know that.
“I know.”
“Well, he can’t just keep beating you up. That’s not going to help you pay off the debt. He’s gotta know that. There’s gotta be something else we can do,” she said rubbing the back of my neck.
“He did mention one thing.”
I shouldn’t have said it. I couldn’t tell her. But she wouldn’t stop asking until I did tell her. And she’d never do it, not that I wanted her to even if it would save my ass.
“What?”
“He said…”
“What?”
“He said that he could…he could have sex with you to pay it off,” I said, not believing the words even came out of my mouth. I didn’t look at her. I was waiting for the explosion.
“Is he serious?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. He seemed dead serious. But I know that’s not a way out. I’m just telling you what he said.”
She was dead quiet.
I sat there on the floor with my head in my hands, feeling my brain throbbing from the mini-beating I’d received and contemplating the major beating that was owed to me. I was fucked.
“I’ll do it.”
My head snapped up, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my brain.
“What?!”
“I’ll do it,” she said again. “Just to save your dumbass. This guy sounds dangerous and I couldn’t bear to lose you. So, I’ll do it. But if you ever gamble again, I swear, I’ll leave your stupid ass to the wolves and let this guy tear you up.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Once,” she said. “To save your ass and to get you to quit gambling.”
“I don’t deserve this, baby,” I told her with tears in my eyes.
“You’re damn right, you don’t. And one other thing. You need to tell this guy he has to wear a condom.”
“Are you serious?”
“Hell yes, I’m serious! I can justify it for saving you. Sex is just sex. But no way I’m risking pregnancy or getting some STD. It’s a condom or he’ll just have to beat your dumb ass up.”
I looked at her unbelieving. I was in no place to tell Tyrell that he had to wear a condom. But she seemed so adamant that I didn’t want to argue.
“You tell him,” she said pointing at me.
“Okay, I’ll tell him. And one other thing…”
“What now?” she asked.
“He’s black.”
---
She wasn’t happy but we worked it out.
I saw Tyrell the next day at work and told him she’d agreed to having sex with him. He actually seemed friendly then. That and he had a large bulge in his work pants.
“We gonna have a high old time, Stevie. You can even watch.”
“No, I don’t want…”
“You gonna watch, bitch!” he said in a low, gravelling voice.
I nodded.
“Monday night. Be there. Have some beer for me. And make sure your wife looks real good. Dress her up for me.”
I nodded.
---
Monday night came and Deanna and I were scared shitless. I’d gotten the beer like he said. I also bought some condoms to placate Deanna. Hopefully he’d use one with them there already, although I didn’t say anything to him about them.
Deanna looked hot. After she showered, I dressed her up in a sexy negligee I’d bought her for our 10th anniversary. It was red and all see-through. She put on some white pumps with ankle straps that she wore to our wedding.
Fuck, she was sexy.
She’d done her hair up some and put on some makeup, really completing the package. I almost wondered if she was looking forward to this but discounted the thought.
She hadn’t mentioned the fact that Tyrell was black since I mentioned it to her at the end of our debt payment discussion. I knew she heard it. She didn’t give me any shit about it so I let it be.
But over the past week, I had images floating through my head of her underneath Tyrell getting the big black cock from him. Hell, I’d seen interracial porn. I even liked it, even though I’d never told her that, nor would I ever.
We sat there on the couch waiting. Deanna had put her housecoat on covering herself from head to toe. I wasn’t sure what she thought that would accomplish but I let it go.
There was a knock at the door.
I got up and opened the door.
It was Tyrell. It was also Damon and Jamal.
“What the fuck?” I said as they walked in right past me. I looked at Deanna and she was fidgeting around seated on the couch; a worried look painted across her face.
The three of them went over and stood in front of Deanna on the couch.
“Mmm, mmm,” Tyrell started, “She is damn fine,” he said rubbing his cock through his pants.
The other two guys were making similar sounds and comments.
“Well, introduce us, mother fucker,” Tyrell said.
“Wait a minute,” I started. “What are these guys doing here? This was just supposed to be you.”
“Easy, there, mother fucker. They just here to make sure you don’t lose your shit and try to interfere.”
“Yeah, okay. You should have told me they were coming,” I said to him.
“Yeah, and you should have paid me my $6,000 dollars, you low rent mother fucker.”
I kind of shrugged my shoulders.
“So, introduce us.”
“Babe, this is Tyrell. This is Damon and Jamal. This is my wife, Deanna.”
Deanna’s eyes were wide, looking these three guys up and down. All three were big, at least 6 foot, two inches and bulging with muscles. Tyrell and Jamal were dark black and Damon was a little lighter; a mocha brown.
“Well, get me a beer, mother fucker and let’s get down to business,” Tyrell said to me.
When I got back with the beer, Tyrell was lifting Deanna off the couch by her arm. I game him the beer and he took a swig.
“Well, where’s the bedroom? No sense waiting, right?” he said to Deanna. She looked really uncomfortable and shrugged her shoulders. She pointed down the hall and he started walking her there.
I fell in line right behind them hoping this wouldn’t get out of control because I was probably not a match for one of them, let alone all three. They’d beat me to death if they wanted.
A lone light on a nightstand was on in the bedroom. Tyrell spun Deanna around to face him.
“Well, let’s see what we’re dealing with here. Take that thing off.”
Slowly, my wife untied the tie to the housecoat and opened it. She held it open, showing all she had barely covered by her see-through nightie.
“Goddamn! You look fine, baby! Sit down on that bed, right there,” he told her starting to take his clothes off.
I nervously shifted from foot to foot when Jamal grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the only chair in the room.
“Sit down, there, and keep yo’ mouth shut.”
I did as he said.
I watched as Tyrell undressed and couldn’t believe the size of the black cock that dropped out of his pants when he took them off.
“Oh, my God!” Deanna exclaimed, her mouth dropped open as she stared.
“That’s right, baby,” Tyrell said grabbing the base of his cock and wagging it at her. His cock was a couple inches longer than the longest dildo Deanna had and somewhat bigger around. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and excitement. I’m sure she’d never seen a cock that big in person before. He pushed her chest, making her sit on the edge of the bed.
“You gonna find out what a big hunk of nigga dick feels like in that pretty pussy of yours.”
He snaked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head in, to force his big cock into her mouth.
She struggled some but she submitted and took it in her mouth. He grabbed her blonde pony tail and ****** her mouth up and down his big shaft. She put her hands up on his thighs, seemingly to push him away, if need be, but she was going along with his program for now.
“Mmm, you’s a good dick sucker, Deanna. Your lips are so soft,” he said pulling his cock out of her mouth and slapping her face and lips with it. It seemed heavy. She winced as he slapped her with it, making a wet slapping sound. It was making my dick hard watching him slap her face with his big, meaty black cock.
She licked his cock when he held it in front of her. Then he shoved the big, black head back into her open mouth. He held her pony tail and ****** himself deeper into her mouth and throat. He pushed in hard and held it deep inside her mouth. He held it there until she choked and gasped for air. Then he pulled it out, rubbed it on her face again and shoved it back in again, fucking her mouth like a sex doll.
As she was sucking on him, he reached down and untied the negligee top and pulled it off her, freeing her tits. He roughly grabbed and handled them, pinching the nipples and making her groan.
She seemed to be liking this a little. And my dick sure was. It was hard inside my pants.
He let go of her pony tail and used his hands to grab both tits. Surprisingly, Deanna continued to suck up and down on his turgid black cock, seemingly trying to force her mouth as far down on him as she could, while he played with her tits.
“That’s good, baby. You could be a pro. Look at her taking my cock down her throat,” he said looking at me.
“She wants this mother fucker, huh?” he said smiling at me.
I didn’t answer but I wanted to pull my dick out and start stroking it. Jamal and Damon were standing off to the side between me and Deanna, thinking I’d jump up and try to stop it. To the contrary, I wanted to jump up and beat off, cumming on her tits.
My brain was spinning.
Tyrell stood her up and licked her nipples. She held the back of his head against herself as he licked. When he was done, he bent over and yanked the see-through panties off her. They tore effortlessly and he threw them at me.
He picked Deanna up and threw her on the bed, then grabbed her legs and held them apart. He was aiming to enter her but she pushed him away against his stomach.
“He told you about the condoms, right?” she said to him, pointing at the rubbers on the nightstand.
“No, he didn’t say nothing ‘bout that. I don’t wear those things.”
She turned to me with a questioning look.
Tyrell scooted in and placed his big, meaty cock head against her pussy. Even I could see she was dripping wet. He rubbed the head across her pussy a couple times and lubed it up.
“No. Don’t!” she said pushing against him.
Then he shoved it inside her.
She let out a guttural groan. She had stopped pushing him away and put both hands on the side of his waist, holding and guiding him.
I watched as his big cock slid inside her bareback. She took almost his entire length, closing her eyes as it went in, groaning loudly as it hit bottom.
“Mmm, that’s good pussy, dude,” he said looking at me. “She gonna love this too!”
He pulled out and slammed his big cock home again.
She let out a scream, which startled me. I thought she was in pain but then noticed her grabbing his naked butt and pulling him into her, his cock slamming home again.
“Oh God, that’s good!” she shouted. “It’s so deep!”
“Hell, yeah, baby, that black cock is good to you. You like my big black dick in your married pussy, don’t you?’
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she said out loud.
“Your wife like that black dick, man,” Tyrell said to me, “She eating this nigga dick up,” he said grabbing her hips.
He began thrust full bore into my wife’s delicate, white, married pussy. Pounding away with abandon, his balls slapping against her ass, and she was loving every minute of it; grunting and swearing like she was possessed.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! God, that’s so deep. Gimme your big, black cock deep inside my pussy.”
“You love it, baby?” he prodded.
“Oh, yes, I fucking love it!
“You like big, black dick, baby?”
“Fuck yes, I love your fucking big, black cock! My pussy is full. You’re stretching me open and pushing your big, black cock so deep! So deep! So fucking deeeeep!” she screamed as she came. He continued pounding away at her married pussy, riding her as she started shaking from orgasm.
I was getting so hard that it hurt. Subconsciously, I had been rubbing my dick through my pants the whole time he’d been atop my pretty wife, pounding her pussy for all he was worth.
I didn’t see him step up, but Damon nudged my shoulder and pointed at my crotch.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded.
“What? Why?”
“So your wife can see you like her fucking a nigga.”
“But I don’t…”
“Take ‘em off,” he said stepping towards me.
So, I did.
When my underwear came off, my dick sprung out like a switchblade. Damon laughed at it.
“No wonder she diggin’ that black dick. Hey, Tyrell,” he said, “Look at dis.”
Tyrell looked over, still pounding his big cock into my wife, who was still groaning loudly from another orgasm.
“I thought you’d like it,” he said sneering. “Go ahead and beat that little thing while I cum inside your wife’s pussy. Make a real woman outta her. Ain’t that what you want, bitch?” he said to Deanna, “You want me to cum inside your pussy?”
“Oh Jesus, God, yes! Fuck me hard! Cum deep inside me. My pussy’s never felt so good. I love your cock! Cum inside me!” she said, the last part was a scream. I couldn’t believe my wife yelling those words while some black, big-cocked stranger was slamming his black meat inside her.
I started jacking off.
Tyrell picked up his pace. He held her ankles apart with her legs high in a “V” shape. He held them up in the air so he could get full penetration of every inch of black cock he had. He pounded. She grunted. He pounded. She grunted.
He whispered in her ear as he fucked her.
“Yes, cum inside me!” she gasped.
He pounded her and whispered to her.
“God, yes! I love your big, black cock!” she screamed.
He pounded her and whispered.
“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard, you nigger!” she growled at him as he pounded her.
He fucked her hard, shaking bed, the headboard banging against the wall.
He started cumming and grunting.
“Take my cum, you white slut!”
“Fuck me!”
“Love my nigga dick!”
“I love your nigger dick!”
“Ahhhh!” he yelled as he started cumming inside her. Her legs, high in the air, started shaking and spasming.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted as his cock thumped into her, his cum filling her pussy.
I came on the floor as he came inside her.
Just then I noticed Jamal and Damon had taken their clothes off as well and were moving towards the bed.
As Tyrell got up off my wife, his huge black cock still wet with cum, Jamal straddled my wife’s face with his big cock and Damon, who’s black cock was bigger than either the other two, was forcing his man meat inside my wife’s gaping pussy. Tyrells cum was pouring out of her as Damon thrust his cock in to the fullest.
“Oh God!” my wife screamed.
Jamal saw an opening and pushed his cock into her open mouth, cutting off her scream. I could still hear it deep in her throat as Jamal fucked her face, forcing his cock deeper. She gobbled it down like she was feeding on it and he fucked her face mercilessly, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Damon’s big cock was stretching Deanna’s pussy even further than Tyrell had pushed it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she continued screaming on Jamal’s dick.
My dick was still dripping with cum as I watched these two goliath cocksmen pounding my wife at opposite ends, with her in the middle in obvious ecstasy. My dick was starting to harden again just watching them abusing her mouth and pussy.
Tyrell said “Your wife’s a slut for black cock now. She’s got two more loads of nigga cum to take before we’re done.”
Deanna hadn’t stopped screaming, her screams still muffled by the big, black cock in her mouth. Damon grabbed her around the throat and viciously pounded away at her gaping pussy.
Damon picked up the pace of his thrusts just as Jamal announced he was cumming. Jamal pumped away at her face and at last pulled out, spraying his cum like a hose across her face and breasts, drenching her thoroughly. She coughed some up and her head lolled to the side, cum draining out of her mouth and off her cheeks and mouth.
Damon held her hips motionless and thrust his black cock forcefully into her with loud smacks, as his dark flesh slapped against her pale legs and pussy within.
With each thrust, she grunted a word out.
“Deep. Good. Black. Cock. Fuck. Deep.”
He grunted loudly as he started to cum. He slammed his pulsing cock deep inside her pussy and held it there, draining his cock to the fullest. He pulled out and wiped his cock on her pubic mound, leaving a streak of fresh cum there.
He got off the bed and started getting dressed, as was Jamal.
My wife was covered in black man’s cum and it literally poured out of her wide-open pussy. I got up, naked as I was, to make sure she was alright.
Thank God she was breathing. Her head laid to the side, cum slowly draining out of her mouth and off her face. Her once petite, pretty pussy lay open and abused, cum flowing out as well. I shook her shoulder.
“Baby, are you okay?”
A smile crossed her face.
“Good sex,” she said. “I need sleep.” She rolled over in bed, smearing the cum around as she did.
I put my pants on and tried to catch up with my debtors. Tyrell was just walking out the front door.
“Hey, Tyrell, so we’re even now, right?”
Tyrell turned with a surprised look.
“That was good pussy, loser. But it wasn’t no $6,000 dollar pussy. I’ll see you next week for her next installment payment. Later!”
It was just a bet. A thousand dollars on an NBA playoff game. It should have been an easy lock. The other team just lost their star forward to a broken finger. My team had lost last time these two teams played but that same star forward had scored 19 points, cinching our loss by two points.
Two points.
So, this time, he was out of the game and there were no other changes in personnel, so we should have a win by at least 10 points. And I was only betting on a straight up win, no point spread to worry about. And the internet bookies had my team listed as an 8-point favorite. And my thousand-dollar bet would win me back $2,500. I could spend $500 of it on jewelry for my wife Deanna and still put $2,000 against my current debt of $5,000. Back down to a $3,000 debt, which would give me some breathing room with Tyrell, at work. Should have been easy, get me back on track.
No problem, right?
Wrong.
Something went wrong. There’s no way they could lose but they did. Those mother fuckers lost in the last minute of the game. Some other idiot on the other team lands back-to-back 3-pointers to win by just one point.
One fucking point.
So, instead of only being $3,000 behind, now I was $6,000 behind. Tyrell warned me. If I lost, I’d have to pay at least half of it within a week and the whole thing in two weeks. He was tired of holding a debt on me.
I tried to avoid him at work the next day. But no luck. Some of his “brothers” blocked me in at the breakroom, and he walked in and fronted me.
“Hey, mother fucker. I think you owe me $6,000.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You should quit betting but you can’t, can you?”
“I can. No, I mean, I will. I’ll work at paying you off and then quit for good,” I said but I didn’t think he’d buy it.
He didn’t.
“I don’t care. You know the score. Pay me $3,000 by next Monday and then the other $3,000 by the Monday after that. Or you lose your ass.”
“You’re not going to kill me over $6,000, right?”
“Kill? No. Beat you till you can barely walk? Yeah, I’d do that.”
Someone pushed me from behind and I fell head-on into Tyrell.
It was his “brother” Tyrone.
Tyrell pushed me away from him into somebody else, who then pushed me into somebody else, and so on until I’d made the rounds. I was dizzy and scared of getting punched but no one did.
“Don’t worry, Stevie, we just fucking around with you,” Tyrell said smiling. “But don’t pay me and we’ll all show up and start getting serious about debt enforcement. Get me?”
“Yeah, I got it,” I said.
“Monday…$3,000,” he said. They all turned and left.
I was sweating bullets. Where the fuck would I come up with $3,000 in a week?
Surprise, I didn’t.
---
“What do you mean, you don’t have it?”
That was Tyrell, and he was pissed.
“I tried. I tried selling stuff but I could only get $500 for my car. Maybe a hundred dollars for some other stuff. I don’t know what to do. Listen, I know I owe you. I’m good for it. Just not right now. This is a really bad time, bro.”
Oops, I shouldn’t have said that.
“Bro? Do I look like your bro, mother fucker?”
“No, I just…”
“So, you’re not only telling me you don’t have the $3,000 dollars, you’re telling me you won’t have the next $3,000 dollars either.”
“Yeah, but…”
BAM!
He punched me dead in the eye.
I fell back on my ass and almost lost consciousness. My head was spinning and I laid my head back on the concrete trying to recoup.
Tyrell put his big foot on my chest and pressed down, making it hard to breathe.
Great, now I’m dizzy and can’t breathe.
“Earth to Stevie. Hey, mother fucker! Are you getting the message now?”
“Yeah, I got it, I got it.”
“Then what’s my message?”
“Pay you.”
“No, dick weed. The message is Pay…Me…Or…Else!”
“But can’t I just…” I started.
“No, you can’t,” he said stepping down harder on my chest. “You can pay me what you owe, all of it, by next Monday or life will get a lot tougher for you.”
By that time, some of his crew had gathered around and were watching the beat down.
“You have no other choice. Don’t ask for more time. Don’t ask for a discount. I don't take WIC. Don’t try to promise me anything. The only choice is ‘You pay me’, you got it?”
Someone in his crew spoke up.
“He’s got a pretty wife.”
“What?” I asked.
“He does?”
I was looking at the guy who said it, when Tyrell kicked me.
“Is that right, you fucking deadbeat? You got a pretty wife?”
What the fuck was he talking about?
“Well, that changes everything, don’t it, Stevie?” Tyrell said, taking his foot off my chest and putting his hand out to me.
“I don’t know,” I said, not knowing if he was going to hit me again or was setting me up for something worse. He held his hand out again, and I grabbed it.
He lifted me up off the ground and my head started spinning again. I staggered a little and he put his arm around my shoulders and spoke in a low voice, walking me away from the group of his friends.
“You just got a lifeline, Stevie. I just realized, I’ve seen your wife and she is smoking hot. I like ‘em like that; blonde hair, tanned, pretty and willing to fuck a brother. You getting’ me?”
“No, I don’t. What are you saying?”
“Stevie, I’m saying I show up at your house next Monday night, we have a beer or two, watch a little football and then I take your wife in the bedroom and show her just how good some big, black dick is. She gonna love it! And I could even let you watch.”
“What?”
“You are slow, aren’t you? I’m saying I fuck your pretty white wife and I forgive you for being a loser.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Stevie, you say ‘what’ again and I’m going to have to fuck you up really bad.”
“Wh…, I mean, you wanna fuck my wife to cover my debt?”
“No, I just want to fuck your wife. But being generous like I am, I’m willing to knock part of your debt off. Just because I’m a nice guy. Got it?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Ain’t no buts, Stevie. You get the cash or I get your wife’s ass. If not that, me and my crew will do a dance on your head that you won’t ever forget.”
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That same evening, I was at home sitting on the floor with an ice pack on my eye, when my wife, Deanna, came home. She rushed over to me, pulled the ice pack away from my eye and gasped.
“What happened to you?” she said kissing around my bruised eye.
“Fight at work.”
She was firing questions at me left and right. Who? How? Why? When? Did I call the police? What are you going to do about it? Did your boss fire him? And on and on.
After a while, I gave up. She told me so many times not to gamble any more but my head was hurting so bad that I just spilled the whole story to her.
She was pissed. She sat there fuming for a while, then said…
“I told you not to gamble.”
Thanks.
“I know.”
“How much do you owe him?”
My head was pounding harder, so I told her.
“Six thousand bucks.”
She was stunned to silence.
“Steve, we don’t have six thousand dollars,” she said like I didn’t already know that.
“I know.”
“Well, he can’t just keep beating you up. That’s not going to help you pay off the debt. He’s gotta know that. There’s gotta be something else we can do,” she said rubbing the back of my neck.
“He did mention one thing.”
I shouldn’t have said it. I couldn’t tell her. But she wouldn’t stop asking until I did tell her. And she’d never do it, not that I wanted her to even if it would save my ass.
“What?”
“He said…”
“What?”
“He said that he could…he could have sex with you to pay it off,” I said, not believing the words even came out of my mouth. I didn’t look at her. I was waiting for the explosion.
“Is he serious?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. He seemed dead serious. But I know that’s not a way out. I’m just telling you what he said.”
She was dead quiet.
I sat there on the floor with my head in my hands, feeling my brain throbbing from the mini-beating I’d received and contemplating the major beating that was owed to me. I was fucked.
“I’ll do it.”
My head snapped up, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my brain.
“What?!”
“I’ll do it,” she said again. “Just to save your dumbass. This guy sounds dangerous and I couldn’t bear to lose you. So, I’ll do it. But if you ever gamble again, I swear, I’ll leave your stupid ass to the wolves and let this guy tear you up.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Once,” she said. “To save your ass and to get you to quit gambling.”
“I don’t deserve this, baby,” I told her with tears in my eyes.
“You’re damn right, you don’t. And one other thing. You need to tell this guy he has to wear a condom.”
“Are you serious?”
“Hell yes, I’m serious! I can justify it for saving you. Sex is just sex. But no way I’m risking pregnancy or getting some STD. It’s a condom or he’ll just have to beat your dumb ass up.”
I looked at her unbelieving. I was in no place to tell Tyrell that he had to wear a condom. But she seemed so adamant that I didn’t want to argue.
“You tell him,” she said pointing at me.
“Okay, I’ll tell him. And one other thing…”
“What now?” she asked.
“He’s black.”
---
She wasn’t happy but we worked it out.
I saw Tyrell the next day at work and told him she’d agreed to having sex with him. He actually seemed friendly then. That and he had a large bulge in his work pants.
“We gonna have a high old time, Stevie. You can even watch.”
“No, I don’t want…”
“You gonna watch, bitch!” he said in a low, gravelling voice.
I nodded.
“Monday night. Be there. Have some beer for me. And make sure your wife looks real good. Dress her up for me.”
I nodded.
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Monday night came and Deanna and I were scared shitless. I’d gotten the beer like he said. I also bought some condoms to placate Deanna. Hopefully he’d use one with them there already, although I didn’t say anything to him about them.
Deanna looked hot. After she showered, I dressed her up in a sexy negligee I’d bought her for our 10th anniversary. It was red and all see-through. She put on some white pumps with ankle straps that she wore to our wedding.
Fuck, she was sexy.
She’d done her hair up some and put on some makeup, really completing the package. I almost wondered if she was looking forward to this but discounted the thought.
She hadn’t mentioned the fact that Tyrell was black since I mentioned it to her at the end of our debt payment discussion. I knew she heard it. She didn’t give me any shit about it so I let it be.
But over the past week, I had images floating through my head of her underneath Tyrell getting the big black cock from him. Hell, I’d seen interracial porn. I even liked it, even though I’d never told her that, nor would I ever.
We sat there on the couch waiting. Deanna had put her housecoat on covering herself from head to toe. I wasn’t sure what she thought that would accomplish but I let it go.
There was a knock at the door.
I got up and opened the door.
It was Tyrell. It was also Damon and Jamal.
“What the fuck?” I said as they walked in right past me. I looked at Deanna and she was fidgeting around seated on the couch; a worried look painted across her face.
The three of them went over and stood in front of Deanna on the couch.
“Mmm, mmm,” Tyrell started, “She is damn fine,” he said rubbing his cock through his pants.
The other two guys were making similar sounds and comments.
“Well, introduce us, mother fucker,” Tyrell said.
“Wait a minute,” I started. “What are these guys doing here? This was just supposed to be you.”
“Easy, there, mother fucker. They just here to make sure you don’t lose your shit and try to interfere.”
“Yeah, okay. You should have told me they were coming,” I said to him.
“Yeah, and you should have paid me my $6,000 dollars, you low rent mother fucker.”
I kind of shrugged my shoulders.
“So, introduce us.”
“Babe, this is Tyrell. This is Damon and Jamal. This is my wife, Deanna.”
Deanna’s eyes were wide, looking these three guys up and down. All three were big, at least 6 foot, two inches and bulging with muscles. Tyrell and Jamal were dark black and Damon was a little lighter; a mocha brown.
“Well, get me a beer, mother fucker and let’s get down to business,” Tyrell said to me.
When I got back with the beer, Tyrell was lifting Deanna off the couch by her arm. I game him the beer and he took a swig.
“Well, where’s the bedroom? No sense waiting, right?” he said to Deanna. She looked really uncomfortable and shrugged her shoulders. She pointed down the hall and he started walking her there.
I fell in line right behind them hoping this wouldn’t get out of control because I was probably not a match for one of them, let alone all three. They’d beat me to death if they wanted.
A lone light on a nightstand was on in the bedroom. Tyrell spun Deanna around to face him.
“Well, let’s see what we’re dealing with here. Take that thing off.”
Slowly, my wife untied the tie to the housecoat and opened it. She held it open, showing all she had barely covered by her see-through nightie.
“Goddamn! You look fine, baby! Sit down on that bed, right there,” he told her starting to take his clothes off.
I nervously shifted from foot to foot when Jamal grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the only chair in the room.
“Sit down, there, and keep yo’ mouth shut.”
I did as he said.
I watched as Tyrell undressed and couldn’t believe the size of the black cock that dropped out of his pants when he took them off.
“Oh, my God!” Deanna exclaimed, her mouth dropped open as she stared.
“That’s right, baby,” Tyrell said grabbing the base of his cock and wagging it at her. His cock was a couple inches longer than the longest dildo Deanna had and somewhat bigger around. Her eyes were wide with disbelief and excitement. I’m sure she’d never seen a cock that big in person before. He pushed her chest, making her sit on the edge of the bed.
“You gonna find out what a big hunk of nigga dick feels like in that pretty pussy of yours.”
He snaked his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head in, to force his big cock into her mouth.
She struggled some but she submitted and took it in her mouth. He grabbed her blonde pony tail and ****** her mouth up and down his big shaft. She put her hands up on his thighs, seemingly to push him away, if need be, but she was going along with his program for now.
“Mmm, you’s a good dick sucker, Deanna. Your lips are so soft,” he said pulling his cock out of her mouth and slapping her face and lips with it. It seemed heavy. She winced as he slapped her with it, making a wet slapping sound. It was making my dick hard watching him slap her face with his big, meaty black cock.
She licked his cock when he held it in front of her. Then he shoved the big, black head back into her open mouth. He held her pony tail and ****** himself deeper into her mouth and throat. He pushed in hard and held it deep inside her mouth. He held it there until she choked and gasped for air. Then he pulled it out, rubbed it on her face again and shoved it back in again, fucking her mouth like a sex doll.
As she was sucking on him, he reached down and untied the negligee top and pulled it off her, freeing her tits. He roughly grabbed and handled them, pinching the nipples and making her groan.
She seemed to be liking this a little. And my dick sure was. It was hard inside my pants.
He let go of her pony tail and used his hands to grab both tits. Surprisingly, Deanna continued to suck up and down on his turgid black cock, seemingly trying to force her mouth as far down on him as she could, while he played with her tits.
“That’s good, baby. You could be a pro. Look at her taking my cock down her throat,” he said looking at me.
“She wants this mother fucker, huh?” he said smiling at me.
I didn’t answer but I wanted to pull my dick out and start stroking it. Jamal and Damon were standing off to the side between me and Deanna, thinking I’d jump up and try to stop it. To the contrary, I wanted to jump up and beat off, cumming on her tits.
My brain was spinning.
Tyrell stood her up and licked her nipples. She held the back of his head against herself as he licked. When he was done, he bent over and yanked the see-through panties off her. They tore effortlessly and he threw them at me.
He picked Deanna up and threw her on the bed, then grabbed her legs and held them apart. He was aiming to enter her but she pushed him away against his stomach.
“He told you about the condoms, right?” she said to him, pointing at the rubbers on the nightstand.
“No, he didn’t say nothing ‘bout that. I don’t wear those things.”
She turned to me with a questioning look.
Tyrell scooted in and placed his big, meaty cock head against her pussy. Even I could see she was dripping wet. He rubbed the head across her pussy a couple times and lubed it up.
“No. Don’t!” she said pushing against him.
Then he shoved it inside her.
She let out a guttural groan. She had stopped pushing him away and put both hands on the side of his waist, holding and guiding him.
I watched as his big cock slid inside her bareback. She took almost his entire length, closing her eyes as it went in, groaning loudly as it hit bottom.
“Mmm, that’s good pussy, dude,” he said looking at me. “She gonna love this too!”
He pulled out and slammed his big cock home again.
She let out a scream, which startled me. I thought she was in pain but then noticed her grabbing his naked butt and pulling him into her, his cock slamming home again.
“Oh God, that’s good!” she shouted. “It’s so deep!”
“Hell, yeah, baby, that black cock is good to you. You like my big black dick in your married pussy, don’t you?’
“Oh, fuck yeah!” she said out loud.
“Your wife like that black dick, man,” Tyrell said to me, “She eating this nigga dick up,” he said grabbing her hips.
He began thrust full bore into my wife’s delicate, white, married pussy. Pounding away with abandon, his balls slapping against her ass, and she was loving every minute of it; grunting and swearing like she was possessed.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! God, that’s so deep. Gimme your big, black cock deep inside my pussy.”
“You love it, baby?” he prodded.
“Oh, yes, I fucking love it!
“You like big, black dick, baby?”
“Fuck yes, I love your fucking big, black cock! My pussy is full. You’re stretching me open and pushing your big, black cock so deep! So deep! So fucking deeeeep!” she screamed as she came. He continued pounding away at her married pussy, riding her as she started shaking from orgasm.
I was getting so hard that it hurt. Subconsciously, I had been rubbing my dick through my pants the whole time he’d been atop my pretty wife, pounding her pussy for all he was worth.
I didn’t see him step up, but Damon nudged my shoulder and pointed at my crotch.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded.
“What? Why?”
“So your wife can see you like her fucking a nigga.”
“But I don’t…”
“Take ‘em off,” he said stepping towards me.
So, I did.
When my underwear came off, my dick sprung out like a switchblade. Damon laughed at it.
“No wonder she diggin’ that black dick. Hey, Tyrell,” he said, “Look at dis.”
Tyrell looked over, still pounding his big cock into my wife, who was still groaning loudly from another orgasm.
“I thought you’d like it,” he said sneering. “Go ahead and beat that little thing while I cum inside your wife’s pussy. Make a real woman outta her. Ain’t that what you want, bitch?” he said to Deanna, “You want me to cum inside your pussy?”
“Oh Jesus, God, yes! Fuck me hard! Cum deep inside me. My pussy’s never felt so good. I love your cock! Cum inside me!” she said, the last part was a scream. I couldn’t believe my wife yelling those words while some black, big-cocked stranger was slamming his black meat inside her.
I started jacking off.
Tyrell picked up his pace. He held her ankles apart with her legs high in a “V” shape. He held them up in the air so he could get full penetration of every inch of black cock he had. He pounded. She grunted. He pounded. She grunted.
He whispered in her ear as he fucked her.
“Yes, cum inside me!” she gasped.
He pounded her and whispered to her.
“God, yes! I love your big, black cock!” she screamed.
He pounded her and whispered.
“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard, you nigger!” she growled at him as he pounded her.
He fucked her hard, shaking bed, the headboard banging against the wall.
He started cumming and grunting.
“Take my cum, you white slut!”
“Fuck me!”
“Love my nigga dick!”
“I love your nigger dick!”
“Ahhhh!” he yelled as he started cumming inside her. Her legs, high in the air, started shaking and spasming.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted as his cock thumped into her, his cum filling her pussy.
I came on the floor as he came inside her.
Just then I noticed Jamal and Damon had taken their clothes off as well and were moving towards the bed.
As Tyrell got up off my wife, his huge black cock still wet with cum, Jamal straddled my wife’s face with his big cock and Damon, who’s black cock was bigger than either the other two, was forcing his man meat inside my wife’s gaping pussy. Tyrells cum was pouring out of her as Damon thrust his cock in to the fullest.
“Oh God!” my wife screamed.
Jamal saw an opening and pushed his cock into her open mouth, cutting off her scream. I could still hear it deep in her throat as Jamal fucked her face, forcing his cock deeper. She gobbled it down like she was feeding on it and he fucked her face mercilessly, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Damon’s big cock was stretching Deanna’s pussy even further than Tyrell had pushed it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she continued screaming on Jamal’s dick.
My dick was still dripping with cum as I watched these two goliath cocksmen pounding my wife at opposite ends, with her in the middle in obvious ecstasy. My dick was starting to harden again just watching them abusing her mouth and pussy.
Tyrell said “Your wife’s a slut for black cock now. She’s got two more loads of nigga cum to take before we’re done.”
Deanna hadn’t stopped screaming, her screams still muffled by the big, black cock in her mouth. Damon grabbed her around the throat and viciously pounded away at her gaping pussy.
Damon picked up the pace of his thrusts just as Jamal announced he was cumming. Jamal pumped away at her face and at last pulled out, spraying his cum like a hose across her face and breasts, drenching her thoroughly. She coughed some up and her head lolled to the side, cum draining out of her mouth and off her cheeks and mouth.
Damon held her hips motionless and thrust his black cock forcefully into her with loud smacks, as his dark flesh slapped against her pale legs and pussy within.
With each thrust, she grunted a word out.
“Deep. Good. Black. Cock. Fuck. Deep.”
He grunted loudly as he started to cum. He slammed his pulsing cock deep inside her pussy and held it there, draining his cock to the fullest. He pulled out and wiped his cock on her pubic mound, leaving a streak of fresh cum there.
He got off the bed and started getting dressed, as was Jamal.
My wife was covered in black man’s cum and it literally poured out of her wide-open pussy. I got up, naked as I was, to make sure she was alright.
Thank God she was breathing. Her head laid to the side, cum slowly draining out of her mouth and off her face. Her once petite, pretty pussy lay open and abused, cum flowing out as well. I shook her shoulder.
“Baby, are you okay?”
A smile crossed her face.
“Good sex,” she said. “I need sleep.” She rolled over in bed, smearing the cum around as she did.
I put my pants on and tried to catch up with my debtors. Tyrell was just walking out the front door.
“Hey, Tyrell, so we’re even now, right?”
Tyrell turned with a surprised look.
“That was good pussy, loser. But it wasn’t no $6,000 dollar pussy. I’ll see you next week for her next installment payment. Later!”
