Message-ID: <20757eli$9903240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 7/13 (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: <19990323210316.20352.00000841@ng41.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 7 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.") 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. ------ Len looked at Sue after Habib had left the bar. She looked exhausted. Her hair was pasted to her forehead, her eyes had bags under them. She slumped into the chair across from him and put her head down on her arms. "I need some sleep." "Did you get any sleep last night?" "None. Correction - I think I dozed off a few times, but never for very long. They didn't stop. Once, I told them I had to go the the toilet. I fell asleep in there, woke up on a mattress on the floor with one of them on top of me, another lying underneath. I don't know how long they'd been there, but it didn't seem to much matter to them if I was awake or not." He reached across the table and rested his hand on her head. "Oscar's being an asshole about this whole ‘2 nights off' thing." She raised her head, sat up straighter. "Oh, but Len! It was like nothing I'd ever had with Oscar and his friends. I felt like I was on another planet or something - I just got off and off and off." She was silent for a few seconds. "They fed me something," she finally said. "What do you mean?" Her eyes widened and she leaned forward. "When we got to his apartment, he gave me something to drink. Then, he offered me a pill - said it would make my breath sweet. I chewed them and it hit me immediately. I don't know what it was, what the hell he could have put in there, but I got so sensitive. Anything that touched me turned me on. I felt every inch of my clothes touching me, I felt the hairs on the backs of my hands, the wind across my skin as someone walked by. It was incredible." She sat back down in her chair and closed her eyes. When she opened them up again, she had an intense look in her eyes. The signs of exhaustion she'd shown when she arrived were gone. "I want more." "Listen, we can't afford to have you addicted to drugs or something." "It isn't like that. This wasn't cocaine. This was...I don't know, but it's something he has and I want." "Sue! Listen, get a grip on yourself. This is getting out of hand." Len had a nervous look on his face as he reached for his wife's hand. "No, no, it isn't. It's just something new!" "What is?" Len looked up. It was Rick from the gym. He looked at his watch - it was ten minutes after three. "Sorry we're late," said Jim. He had a small suitcase with him. Both of them were wearing jeans and white t-shirts. Len looked at the muscled bodies he hadn't noticed at the gym. These two obviously put in a lot of time on the weight machines. "Are you ready?" Sue stood up. The two men looked at her then at each other. Rick looked at Sue again. Her hair was dirty and her clothes were disheveled. She was wearing a bright red scoop-neck leotard and a short, deep purple leather miniskirt. Oscar had instructed her to wear black fishnet stockings and heels for Habib who said he'd "never seen a white woman in proper costume." There were small, oval stains where cum had dripped and dried on the skirt. "Len, is this the $500 whore you said was an ‘escort'?" Len stood up and shook his head. "You don't understand. This is a costume she had to put on for a customer. He was a real jerk, a moron who has all these fantasies about..." "Fuck you. We don't need your half-assed explanations. There's no way we're going to pay $500 unless we get our money's worth. Got it?" "Hey, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth," Sue said. "What do you want me to change into? Give me ten minutes." "That's more like it. Be nice to us and we'll make it worth your while." "Yeah. Listen, why don't you put on something really tight, just not trashy like that red thing. Why don't you put on your exercise outfit and a wraparound skirt on top? You have that?" "Of course, honey," she said. "Just sit down here and have a drink." She signalled to Len to bring them something from the bar. After he watched his wife walk upstairs to their room, he took their orders and went to the bar. He was thinking about how things would go later tonight. Len hated himself some nights for getting so turned on thinking about slipping up behind her, sliding his stiff and excited cock into her gushing cunt. There was nothing that turned him on as much as listening to the sounds as he pushed the cum out of her cunt with his cock. And few things that turned her on as much. Until tonight. He wondered what Habib had given her that had made such a big difference. And where could he get some? ------ Rick handed the taxi driver a twenty and waved him off. The man smiled and asked what time he should return. "Six o'clock." On the sidewalk, Jim was holding his small case in one hand and pulling Sue closer with the other. She kissed him softly and passionately. After their shaky start, she had to do everything she could tonight to make sure they would come back again. She moaned softly and slipped her tongue between his lips. Her right hand ran down his side, tugged at his belt. "Let's get inside." Rick had already unlocked the door. He held it open and the two of them stepped through. She heard him lock and bolt the door behind them. "God, I want some head from you!" said Jim, unzipping his pants. "Ever since I started watching you at the gym, it's been on my mind. Come over here." She walked to him, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. He was already starting to get hard. She wrapped her lips lightly around the head, ran her tongue in slow circles around the tip. He put his hands on her head, pulled her close. She resisted, kept her mouth just at the head. She opened her mouth slightly and let out a long breath of hot air. He moaned. "Oh shit!" She smiled. "I need to lay down." She stood up. "Whatever you say." He pulled off his pants and boxers and jumped on the bed. She knelt beside him, lowered her head to his belly and started kissing just below his navel. "Like this, honey?" "Oh yeah," he moaned. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his skin, started moving in a slow line to the base of his cock. He ground his hips into the mattress underneath. Sue opened her mouth and ran it along the right side of his cock. He felt her saliva soaking him as she moved slowly toward his cock-head. When she reached it, she immediately moved across and started licking her way down the other side of his cock. She kept at it for several minutes. When she was finished, his cock was completely slick from her mouth. "You want me to drink it or do you want it in my pussy?" A wide smile broke out on his face. This was a whore who worked for her money. She'd asked in such a sweet voice, he could tell she'd love either answer. "Milk me dry, honey." "You ready for this?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she straddled his chest and pushed her mouth down on his cock. He felt it go past her lips, across the roof of her mouth, and finally lodge deep in her throat. He felt a constriction around his cockhead he'd never felt before. She had him well into her throat. She moved just slightly back and forth, but to his cock it felt like the long long draw of a tight cunt. He lay there, staring into her wide open cunt and feeling the heavenly suction of her throat. His eyes roamed over her ass. He raised her skirt and pulled down the waistband of her tights. She was naked underneath. His eyes feasted on her pussy lips and ass cheeks. He noticed several wide stripes across her ass. She'd taken a belt across it recently. He started toying with possibilities in his mind. Sue kneeling before the two of them, ass high, waiting for the belt. Or a coat hanger. Or a wooden spoon. Or... "Ahhh!!!!" He screamed as he shot his load into her throat. She didn't change her pace, just kept a steady milking motion. He jerked and lunged, losing control in one of the best orgasms he could remember. Finally, he was exhausted and pulled her shoulders. She stopped and climbed off of the bed. "Rick..." he moaned in a bare whisper. Rick laughed. "You dead, pardner?" "Noooo, not dead. Goddam, she's good. Have her deep throat you! It's so fucking good..." "We'll see." "Rick?" "Yeah?" "She takes the belt." She looked quickly at Rick to guage his reaction. She'd taken the belt from Oscar's customers last night, but didn't want to make a regular thing of it. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that later," he said, very matter-of-factly. Rick unzipped his pants and slid them off. His cock was already stiff, the swollen head a bright red. "Get out of those clothes, sweetie. Let's see what you look like underneath that outfit." She pulled the clothes off, piling them carefully on a chair. Oscar was very tight with his clothing budget and she couldn't afford to lose any being careless. "Raise your arms above your head. That's it. Now, on your toes. Turn around. Slowly." She did as he instructed. "I see what you mean, Jim. It isn't just her ass either. Her back shows some signs of the belt. Come closer, dear." She stepped nearer to him. "What's this?" he asked, examining some marks on her shoulders and upper back. "Paw prints?" She closed her eyes. "Don't tell me these are paw prints!?" She couldn't talk. She hadn't been certain if Habib was serious or if he was trying to scare her, but he had let two dogs loose on her. They had jumped on her and knocked her to the floor. She'd been terrified that there would be more. There hadn't. "I don't think I want to know," Rick continued. "I just want to feel the inside of that sweet pussy of yours." He pushed her and she went to her knees. He walked around behind her and raised her ass with his hands. She rested her forehead on her arms and spread her knees wider. He pushed into her deep and fast. She felt the cum ooze out along the sides of his cock and drip down her inner thighs. "Nice. Silky, sweet..." Rick held her hips and started a deep, slow fuck. She went along with his rhythm. It felt good, he was being gentle and considerate especially compared to Habib's friends last night. She reached her hand down between her legs. With two fingers, she lightly tickled his balls. With the other two, she worked her own clit. He felt her start to move underneath him and knew she was working herself. He didn't mind. Let her, maybe her own orgasm would make his more intense. She started cumming before he did. He heard her breathing get erratic, started taking her on. "Go on, little pussy. Let's hear it. Don't be shy, no one's around. Finger that little cunthole..." As her excitement built, her pussy twitched and he felt it. He started fucking deeper. They were working in unison and he shot his load into her cunt. ------ Len was surprised to see them walk through the door at 5. They'd paid for her straight through to six o'clock. "Any trouble?" he asked them. They smiled at him. "No, no problem at all. We just thought it might be nice to let you in on the fun." Rick motioned for Len to follow him into the hallway at the back of the bar. Len went along, smiling. When they were out of range of the customers in the bar, Rick raised Sue's skirt. Len saw that they'd attached eight clothespins to her cunt-lips, four on each side. "She's been like this for about twenty minutes. Jim fucked her up the ass like this, and I've been holding off. I think she's pretty damned sensitive by now. I'm going to pull these off, then fuck her in the stock room. If you want to, she's yours when I'm done. Just thought you might like to get in on the action." He reached his hand underneath her skirt and turned to Sue. "Am I right? You pretty sensitive now?" She nodded. He moved his hand around, brushed against the front pair. "OOOhhhhh," she moaned. Rick smiled. He pushed a finger against her clit and started massaging it. She closed her eyes and smiled. "Fuck, yes...!" "You go the key?" Rick asked Len. Len opened the door to the stock room. Once they were inside, Rick pulled the clothespins off of her quickly while she cried out in pain. When they were all off, he pressed her against the wall and unzipped his pants. "Here we go. I want to feel you moving under me..." He slid his cock into her damp cunt. She ground against him, trying to find a comfortable position. There was none. The fabric of his pants, the zipper, the hairs of his cock, all of them pressed into her raw and swollen cunt lips. She jerked and twitched as he fucked her. He closed his eyes and rode her for nearly ten minutes like that. Finally, he braced himself and pushed deep into her while he came. He pulled his cock out of her, wiped it dry on the inside of her skirt, then stepped back. "Len, she's all yours. I'll see you at the gym tomorrow..." Rick and Jim left. Len looked at his wife. She'd spend most of the last 24 hours getting her cunt fucked off by at least eight men. And now, she was pressed against the stock room wall, skirt up around her waist, legs bare, cum dripping from her tender cunt. She smiled at him. He smiled back. She raised her arms and he stepped into them. Sue pulled him close, kissed him lightly. "You like me like this?" He kissed her back. "Yes yes yes." He kissed her cheek, eyebrows, forehead, then down the other side of her face. She raised her left leg, wrapped it around his back. His hard cock found her cunt and slid into her easily. He held her face in his hands. Both of their mouths were open, they were kissing and sucking at each other's tongues. He fucked her gently at first, but as her body motion became more intense, he matched her. Soon, they were grunting and slamming into the wall. She screamed as she came, he held off. When her spasms subsided, he started her up again. He whispered to her about the black cock whose baby was inside her. Then, he told her what he'd seen yesterday with the Middle Easterners. He whisperd about Habib and the belt across her ass. He whispered to her about the men at the gym and the way they'd looked at her matted hair and whore clothes. She became more and more excited as he talked. Finally, the both built to a climax together. "Oh baby, this never needs to end!" she sighed as she fell asleep in his arms. ----- SLAVE TRADE - end of part 7 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----