Message-ID: <20852eli$9903300215@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 10/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <19990328234140.04615.00001695@ng-fr1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 10 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.") ---- Rick waited until the water in the sink was steaming hot. Then, he dipped his hands in and soaped them up. As he scrubbed, he listened to Jim in the other room with Sue. Rick had taken her for the first hour, Jim had started only five minutes or so ago. He looked down at his hands, they were nearly clean. He wondered whether he was being overcautious, but then, knowing what kind of woman Sue was, he returned to his scrubbing. As he toweled off his hands, he walked back into the front room. Sue was on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, ass high in the air. Jim was standing behind her with his hands on his hips, looking at her and smiling. "Let's see you bear down, see if you can open those cunt lips up for me..." Rick threw the towel back into the bathroom and walked to the cooler they'd brought. He opened a beer and sat on the bed. "Very good. Pulse for me a little. You know, open, close, open, close." Sue relaxed and the lips of her pussy closed slightly. Then, she tightened her muscles and the lips parted again. She felt a small trickle of cum ooze out of her and try to make its way to her leg. Jim leaned down and pushed his thumb into her wet cunt. He moved it back and forth gently, reached his index finger for her clitoris. "Her we go, baby. A little bit for you too..." She pressed against him, started rubbing herself on his finger and thumb. She wished there was something larger inside of her and tried to imagine Oscar. "You were beautiful at the gym today," Jim taunted. "I know you saw us watching you. And you knew what we were thinking, didn't you? Hmmm? About how nice your cunt was underneath that outfit." She didn't deny it, rubbed herself quicker. "Do you want to know a secret? We saw you getting wet. I'll bet the others thought it was sweat. But I was close enough to smell you. You were lubing up, weren't you? Thinking about the cock fest you were going to have tonight?" She closed her eyes and pushed back against his hand, trying to get the thumb deeper into herself. "Come on, turn around and come and get me, honey," Jim said, removing his hand and setting back on the floor. ------ "I don't understand this. There's only $3,800 here. We had $3,500 four days ago. I'm sure you made more than that. What the hell's going on?" Len was glaring at her across the table. "Keep your voice down," Oscar called from several tables away. Len dropped his gaze, folded the spiral notebook closed and pushed it away from him. "Well?" Sue adjusted herself in the chair but didn't answer. She knew this would have to happen sometime, there was no way Len would not miss the money. But, she could not deny herself the attention of Habib's friend and his special herb. "Look, if you spent it on something, it's no big deal. I just want to know. It looks like there's nearly a thousand dollars missing here..." "OK, I did spend some, but not that much. Listen, don't worry, I'll try and work harder tonight to make up for it." "What did you spend that kind of money on?" he asked, but she had already stood up and was walking away. He watched her. She was wearing another of the outfits Oscar insisted on. It was nearly nothing - a white satin camisole type dress with spaghetti straps. Her breasts -- swollen now in her 14th week -- stressed the fabric, but the rest of it clung nicely. He felt himself getting hard just looking at her. It was short and barely covered her ass. Underneath she wore thigh-high stockings and no underwear. Six inches of naked flesh showed between the top of the stockings and the hem of the dress. She made a circuit of the bar, slowed in front of each of the men who had not already chosen other women. Against one wall there was a group of four, they looked to be about college age and cleancut. She moved toward them. When she was only a few feet from them, she stopped and leaned against the wall. "Mmmmm," one of them muttered. All four turned their heads. "So, I take it that what I hear is true?" She smiled and nodded. "It depends on what you hear. But I think I know what you're talking about. And *that's* true...." "Do you want a drink?" one of the others asked. "No. A mouthful maybe, but not a drink." She smiled and stared him directly in the eye. "Are you interested?" He stood up. "Name's Roger and I'm very interested." He turned to the others. "Don't wait up, boys." She pretended to be shocked. "Are you going to send them all home?" The others smiled. "Well, actually we weren't planning on it." "You just wait here and we'll be right back. Unless you all want to come up at once?" They looked at each other. She thought it was sweet - they seemed to be embarassed. "We'll come up one at a time." "Come on, Roger," she beckoned. Upstairs, she asked him for two hundred dollars. He said he didn't have that kind of money but could pay $75. She said no. He came up with $125 and told her to drive a hard bargain with Brad, who was loaded with cash tonight. She set the money on the dresser and boldly grabbed his shirt. She pulled him close and forced his mouth open with her tongue. She kissed him long and hard, her right hand reaching between his legs to cup his crotch, checking his equipment. "How do you like it? Rough? Slow? In my mouth? Up my ass?" she asked between breaths, kissing all the time. "Oh shit! I...I... let's just fuck, ok?" She smiled, helped him unbutton his pants, and lay down on the bed. "I don't need to take this off, isn't that convenient?" she asked, spreading her legs wide and pullling the dress up over her breasts. He pulled his pants and shirt off and climbed between her legs. His cock was stiff and entered her easily. "There we go, honey. Isn't that nice? You like that? That wet cunt for you?" She was talking him through it, he looked like the type who would cum quickly. "Come on, push deeper. Would you like a finger up your ass? Or maybe one of yours up mine?" He bucked and pumped, panting and puffing as she continued talking. "I feel that cock head. You've got a big one, feels so nice inside of me. Feel that warm, wet pussy? You dream about pussy like this? You can have it anytime, you know..." He started moaning, then yelling out loud. "Whoa! A little quieter there, fella!" she whispered. He didn't stop, raised his head high and shot his cum into her with a scream of pleasure. "Oh fuck, baby, you're good!" he told her as he stood up and pulled his pants back on. "I'll be back..." She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled the skirt down. "Anytime." She walked back downstairs and stood between two of the others. She bent over and gave one a kiss. As she did, her skirt rode up over her ass, which was in another's face. He whistled and she turned around. "It's all yours, you know. You want to come upstairs with your friend? One of you I front, one of you in back? They both smiled wide grins and pushed back their chairs. "You're a hot bitch, aren't you?" "Just enthusiastic," she said as she took their hands and led them upstairs. When the door closed, she slid the dress off and stood naked with her thigh highs. "Who wants my cunt and who wants my ass?" They both shook their heads. "You're something..." "Pussy's two hundred, ass is two fifty." She turned around, leaned over to her elbows were on the end of the bed, and opened her legs wider. "Who's going where?" They opened their wallets and looked at each other. "No can do. Maybe three hundred total?" She stood up and walked to them. "A girl's gotta make a living. For three hundred, one of you just gets head." The shorter man dug into his pocked and pulled out a crumpled hundred dollar bill. "My emergency fund. This qualifies." He threw it on the pile and she led them to the bed. "Side by side or sandwich?" she asked. "Goddam, you're a raw one!" "You pick. I'm ready for you either way." She lay on her side and raised her left leg high. She felt them moving around between her legs, each looking for an opening. When they slid their cocks into her, she let out a moan, encouraging them. "You two fuck as a team all the time?" she asked as they pumped away at her. "You're damn good at it. Your timing is ... is... " she started breathing harder, faking an orgasm that she knew would push them over the edge. "Oh, God don't stop... don't stop fucking... ream me a new asshole, come on ... come on..." The two of them started unloading into her as she moaned and started clawing at the sheets. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, come on!!!!" ---- Sue dropped eleven hundred dollars on the table in front of Len. "There we go, I'm off to a good start." She walked back to her chair but didn't sit down. She could feel the cum dripping down her thigh and reached for a napkin to wipe herself. The four who had just had here had ordered another pitcher. She assumed they were discussing what they should do next. Oscar walked across the room and sat down at their table. "Len says there's money missing." Sue didn't look at him, just answered "I spent a little." "Habib's been here a few times overnight, I notice chairs and things moved around..." Oscar continued. She began to feel a tightness in her stomach. Was it possible Oscar knew? "Habib tells me that his friend likes you too." She looked at him, trying to read his face. How much did he know? "I know Habib's friend. He's no one to fool with. He's ruined some of my best girls. He pushes a particular type of drug - a herb he says is harmless. Three hundred dollars a hit." Len's face went white. He opened the book and refigured his numbers. There was exactly nine hundred dollars missing. "Sue?" he said, looking directly at her. Oscar looked from Len to Sue and back. "What do you know about this?" he asked Len. "Nothing." Len lied. "I don't believe you. Tell me what you know." Len hesitated, but realized Oscar would find out one way or another. "I think she might be buying the drug. She mentioned how much she enjoyed it when Habib fed it to her." Oscar shook his head. "Stupid fool. You know I have only to ask Habib and he will reveal you to me. Did you think he would be more loyal to you than to me?" Her head spun. It hadn't entered her mind. Of course Habib would preserve his friendship with Oscar -- whores were a dime a dozen in their world, but pimps came at a higher price. "I'll stop. I'll never do it again," she pleaded. "I don't think that's your choice. I know how Habib works. And I know what must be done," Oscar said in a voice that was only a thinly-veiled threat. ---- SLAVE TRADE - end of part 10 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----