Message-ID: <20710eli$9903220431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 6/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990321114601.24931.00000086@ng-fz1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 6 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") There were full-length mirrors covering every inch of wall in the gym. By turning her head just slightly, Sue was able to see herself from almost any direction. She set the resistance to medium-hard and pressed her legs apart. She felt the weights lift on their chains, pressed harder. She was up to 80 pounds on this machine, 100 on its partner, on which she pulled her legs together. It kept her ass and thighs not slim but well-toned. When her legs were as wide apart as the machine allowed, she looked at herself straight on. She was still stunning. Oscar had given her three identical outfits for working out. A red suit of a shiny spandex, sleeveless, form fitting from neck to toe. Over this, she wore a bright blue thong type of panty, the back pulled tight between her ass cheeks. She always worked out barefoot -- his subtle variation on "barefoot and pregnant." She was twelve weeks pregnant now and still not showing. Her breasts had swollen, but her belly was still flat. An hour a day in the gym, seven days a week, helped. And she did the gymwork on Oscar's time. She finished her set and picked up the towel from the floor next to her. She stood up and patted her face dry. As usual, several pairs of eyes followed her as she walked across the carpeted floor and to the incline boards. She raised one of the boards a few notches and secured it to the support. The cushion for her feet was just over 3 feet from the floor. Len watched her from his rowing machine. He'd started going to the gym with her after Oscar had agreed to pay for it. Len had convinced him that there might occasionally be a paying customer at the gym and Len wanted to be given first shot at him. Oscar had granted the privilege. Sue lay down on the incline, hooked her feet underneath the supports. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest and started her first set of 50 situps. She did them expertly, as she'd been taught by the personal trainer Oscar had assigned during her first few months with him, so long ago. No jerking, no back and neck strain, just her belly and thigh muscles doing all the work. "Hot little number, isn't she?" someone remarked to his friend as they walked together to the locker room. Len overheard but went on with his rowing. After a few minutes, he got up off the machine and walked toward the lockers. The two men who had walked past were standing in front of open lockers, laughing and putting way their wrist and knee bands. Len lifted up the combination lock of a locker near theirs and started twisting the dial. "...yeah, but she'd never do it for me. I don't know, maybe I should leave a copy of Penthouse Variations laying around..." "It never works," Len heard his friend say. "I tried it, still can't get her to go down on me, let alone let me do anything else..." "I noticed the two of you admiring Sue out there." Len casually remarked. "You mean the hardbody wearing the blue cunt-liner? Oh yeah." "Seen her here a couple times before. Jeez, what a body!" "I heard she comes here everyday. Shit, more dedication than I'll ever have." "Maybe she's rich." "Or kept." "She's an escort," Len announced. The blond haired man's jaw dropped. His friend was more nonchalant. "I suspected something like that." "No you didn't, asshole," the blond man turned to him and laughed. He turned back to Len. "How do you know that?" "Well, actually, I recognized her. Before I moved here, I had her once on a business trip. That was years ago. I was sure she was out of the business by now, but she just keeps looking better and better..." "Damn." The two of them didn't notice that Len wasn't having any luck with the lock. They were looking at each other, wondering the same thing. "Does she come here to pick up men?" "Oh, no. It's legit, she comes here to keep herself in shape. We've talked a few times since I moved to town. What a coincidence that we go to the same gym. Name's Len," he said, putting out his hand. "Yeah. Jim." He shook Len's hand. "Rick." "So, what's the price on something like that, if I can ask?" Jim said. "She's kinda quirky. Her price changes depending on if she likes you or not. If she likes you, she'll give you a night you'll never forget. If she doesn't, it'll only be fantastic." "Well, do you know her type?" "You'll do. You want her? I can arrange it. Bet on $500." "$500!? Bullshit." "Hold your horses, Rick. I heard you two talking earlier. About what you can and can't get at home... What would you expect her to do for that kind of money?" Len smiled and crossed his arms. "Hell, for $500, we'd be talking about some rope." "Yeah, and both of us at the same time. One in the backdoor, one in the front." "And she'd probably have to keep it up for a couple of hours." Len smiled. He could tell by the way they were one-upping each other that they were hooked. -------- Len watched the back door of the bar nervously. It was nearly 3 p.m. on Thursday. She was about to change hands for another 24 hours. Monday and Thursday were the days Oscar gave her a day of "freedom" and she and Len tried to make the best of each minute. At 3:00 sharp, the two tricks from the gym should show up. Len didn't want to keep them waiting. He also didn't want them to walk in just as Sue was coming home. At ten the night before, Oscar had shown up at the whorehouse, gently knocking on Len and Sue's door. As usual, Sue pulled off her nightshirt and pulled on the white satin robe Oscar insisted on. She was not allowed to tie it and the front hung open, revealing that she was naked beneath. Len got out of the bed and sat in the chair near the wall, as Oscar also insisted on. When she opened the door, she saw that he'd brought three short, wiry looking Middle Eastern men with him. They were dressed in expensive suits and she supposed they were on some sort of business trip, taking in the local entertainment. "Our friends have never seen a white woman naked, they tell me," announced Oscar as he invited the men into the room. "This is going to be a rare treat for them." The men surrounded her, looking at her hair, her neck, and her belly. "Come, come, don't be shy," Oscar insisted with a smile. He reached for the waist of the robe and pulled the left side open. The men understood no english, but his motion as clear enough. One of the men raised his hand and slid it across her hip. Another pressed his thumb against her upper lip and pushed it open. She jerked her head back, but Oscar gave her a stern look. She leaned forward toward the man and pulled her upper lip back. He parted them further and inspected her teeth with his other finger. Then, he slipped his index finger along her tongue and to the back of her throat. Her gag reflex had long since come under her control and she made no response. He smiled, pulled his finger out, slid it back in. He announced something to his friends in a language she didn't understand and they all looked closely. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive looking fountain pen. He pushed the top of the pen along the roof of her mouth, then to the back of her throat. When she didn't gag, the men all looked at Oscar with a very pleased look. One of them nodded and said a few words to Oscar. "They like you. They're going to fuck you here, then Habib is going to take you home. He wants to fuck you in his own hotel bed. I don't know his friends yet, but I know Habib from some of the women I've provided him in the past. He will probably make you suck his cock all night. He likes the feeling of falling asleep and waking up, falling asleep and waking up, all with a warm mouth on his cock." Oscar said a few more words to Habib. Habib said "coom doomp". Oscar corrected him and this time, he said "cum dump." Oscar nodded and called to Len. "She'll be back here by 3:00 tomorrow, as per our agreement." He stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him. One of the men pointed at Sue and said something she didn't understand. She started to slide the robe off, but he shook his head. He raised his hand, opened it palm down, and lowered it. She remembered one of the whores telling her about certain universal gestures. She dropped slowly to one knee, then the other. He smiled and nodded. He pointed to her wrist, then to her neck. She raised both hands and put them behind her head, fingers clasped behind her neck. She nodded again. The three calmly took off their jackets and shoes, laid them carefuly across the back of a chair. Two of them stripped slowly, the third pulled off his pants, shirt, and underwear quickly. He approached her and pushed his limp cock into her mouth. Her tongue pushed the foreskin back and she started nibbling lightly at the head of his cock. It swelled immediately and he pushed it hard into her mouth. She didn't expect it and gagged. The men laughed. Len was watching with mixed feelings. Since the breakdown of his own earning power, he was starting to resent Oscar's handing his wife over to strangers. This group was especially bothersome since the black/white attraction was what had made this so exciting in the first place. He watched as the man took his wife's head in his hands and guided her speed and direction on his cock. Her ass jiggled and hair flew as the man worked his cock into her mouth. He slowed down, quickened, moved her from side to side seemingly at random. Len saw that her eyes were closed and she was breating quicker. He was wearing her out and she was not excited. As he rubbed his cock against her tongue and throat, he moaned softly "cum dump, cum dump." Len felt his erection rise. After a few more minutes, the man's spasms came on and he started shouting as he unloaded into her mouth. "Cum Dump! Cum Dump!" He pushed her away and stepped back. A thin string of cum followed him, snapped from the tip of his penis, and fell down onto her chin and chest. He wiped himself on a towel and retired to the sofa. The second naked man held his belt in his right hand and whacked it against the palm of his left. He indicated she was to turn around and raise her ass high. She put her forehead between her elbows and raised her ass. He reached for her, slid the robe over her bottom and down her back. She knelt there with her back and ass exposed, eyes closed, waiting. She heard him walking on the carpet around her. He was looking at her from all sides. Taking in the expanse of white flesh he was about to violate. Would it land on her back? Her ass? Her thighs? She felt him knees in front of her. He reached down and raised her chin. His fingers slid into her mouth and pulled her tongue. She pushed her tongue between her lips and he wiped his balls on them. She understood what he wanted and started licking them. She wasn't sure what the taste was, but it was like nothing she'd ever tasted. A sweet, cloying taste. Cloves? That wouldn't make sense. Was it his sweat or was it something he'd smeared on them? She smelled him, trying to put the smell and taste together. He slipped something between her lips and pulled on her tongue. In a reflex move, she swallowed it. There was no taste and she panicked. What had he given her? But, he gave no indication that anything had happened and neither did anyone else. Len couldn't help her if anything was going on. And the others certainly wouldn't. He lay the strap across her bottom, gently rested it there. She felt the smell getting stronger in her nostrils. The taste was getting more intense. She was getting lost in it. She felt like she might be a flower, admiring her own smell. It was the smell of horses fresh back from a run. The smell of dirt in the garden after a rain. She wanted more and opened her mouth. She tried to reach up for his cock but it didn't seem to be there. She looked up but saw nothing but his balls swinging before her nose. They seemed massive. They were twenty inches wide, wrapped in a dark, leathery pouch with thick black hair like wires. She licked them hungrily now, knew they were filled with a delicious liquid that she needed. She didn't remember what it tasted like, or where she was, or who she was. She only knew that if she licked on those huge sweet basketballs in front of her nose, she would somehow become very very happy. She moaned and pressed her thighs together. Her cunt was oozing juice from earlier fucks as she pressed and released, pressed and released her cunt muscles. She was dimly aware of voices behind her saying something like ‘coom, noo coom, coom doomp' but she couldn't focus on them. Only her need for that feeling between her legs and that taste on her tongue. What was she doing with her pussy again? It felt so damn good, what was it? She reached up and grabbed his strong thighs, licked like a cat slurping milk. Long, wet passes with her tongue, then sucking on the skin and hairs, pulling back slowly. She could almost taste invisible droplets of cum oozing between the pores of his sac. The room was gone, there was nothing but the feeling between her legs, the voice repeating ‘coom...' and the swollen sacks of cum she was sucking right through his skin. She felt something very far off. It was like a stripe of fire off behind her. Somehow, it was connected to a loud sound she'd heard but it didn't make sense. It didn't belong together. Then, the sound came again and there was a fire behind her, trying to catch up with her. But the more she sucked and the more she squeezed her cunt muscles, the further away the fire was. If she could just keep going, it would never catch her. "Whack!" came the sound again, closer this time. The feeling moved up behind her, perhaps directly behind her shoulder blades. Then just below. Desparate to stay ahead of it, she sucked and licked at the sack. Saliva was dripping down her chin and onto the floor, still she couldn't get a decent mouthful through those thick leathery pouches. The stripe of fire was directly below her now, she could have been sitting on it. It came again and again, lighting a fire below her ass. She became dimly aware that she was being whipped by a belt. For some reason, it didn't register as pain, just sensation. And the balls kept swimming in front of her eyes, changing size, sometime changing shape. Somewhere in her head was a voice saying ‘they made you eat something' but she ignored it. Her cunt was feeling very good now, nothing else mattered. Something changed in front of her, the balls were gone. In their place she saw something huge and snakelike. She recognized it immediately. It was a cock. It was oily with pre-cum and she knew that it was attached in some magical way to those balls. She could get all the cum she wanted out of it if she just sucked it. So, she ignored the fire underneath and opened her mouth slightly. It seemed like she couldn't open it any wider. The head of the beast slid between her lips, then slid for an hour or so deeply into her mouth. She swallowed, hoping to excite the head. Then, he was pulling out, the back in. She moved to try and meet his rhythm. But the whipping across her bottom and back was starting to hurt. It was starting to distract her. She was beginning to feel it. Something was wearing off and she was recognizing normal sensations again. She felt the belt stop hitting her and cried her relief. In only seconds, the hot cum started filling up her mouth and she began swallowing. It came in buckets, rivers, flowing so fast she couldn't keep up with it. It started dribbling down her chin, her neck, onto the carpet. He pulled his cock out and stepped away. She felt the pool of it remaining on her tongue, felt the slow flow of it out over her lower lip, down her chin. She swallowed hard, licked her lips, and wiped her chin with the back of her left hand. Habib, the third man, hadn't fucked her there in front of Len but had taken her home. Before he left, he smiled at Len. "Did you see her? A pity we have no more of that particular herb with us," he said in perfect English. ------ At five minutes before three, Habib arrived with Sue. As always, she was wearing one of the several outfits Oscar had bought for her. Habib escorted her to the table and sat her down beside Len. "I compliment you. Your wife is truly a fine whore. Ask her about the kennel later, if you want to hear something very exciting. Later tonight, while you are lying in her arms. Unless, of course, she will be fucking someone else." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He threw it on the table. "There are three $100 dollar bills in there. Oh yes, and some photographs." He walked away and left the bar. SLAVE TRADE - end of part 6 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----