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Winners and Losers

Unread post by SamWarrens » Sun Mar 19, 2017 11:38 am

Winners & Losers Chapter 1
By Sam Warrens

Marcus thrust into me once more and as I exploded into another massive orgasm, he ejaculated into me again and again and again. He filled me once more with his black seed.

He paused and stayed inside me, as hard as when he started. He kept his virile seed trapped in my unprotected pussy.

We lay together recovering from our love making exertions.

After about 10 minutes he said, “You better go now, he’ll be waiting.”

“I know.” I replied reluctance in my voice. I knew I should go, but my heart wasn’t in it.

I rose from the king sized bed with the red satin sheets, leaned over and gave Marcus a deep, tongue filled kiss and went into the bathroom. I needed a quick shower to clean off my sweat and cum soaked body and to remove any cum that had gotten in my hair in the last two hours with Marcus.

My husband surely knew what I had been doing with Marcus for the past 4 months, but I didn’t want to rub his face in it, although I should have. It was his fault he had gotten us…me, into this position.

I put on my lacy black bra and a pair of black, boy shorts panties. I put on a black wrap around silk dress that buttoned diagonally from my waist to my left shoulder with the lower half of the dress wrapped around my legs but allowing freedom of movement. I wore black strapped three inch heeled shoes.

I dried and brushed out my almost white blonde hair and put on some bright red lipstick. The lipstick really popped visually with the back dress and my near alabaster white skin.

I left the suite without speaking to Marcus, and strode down the hall to the elevator, got in when it arrived, and rode the 20 floors to the lobby of the club.

The doors opened and there was my husband Bill, sitting on one of the sofas next to the potted plants in the lobby tapping away on his smart phone.

“Business or gambling?” I thought to my self. It really didn’t matter – neither of those things were about me. Me, his wife, who had been away from him for over four months as collateral for his business and gambling debts. The person who had been forced to pay the 'interest' on these debts to Marcus.

He looked up at me as I stepped off the elevator, and almost as if I was an annoying distraction he said “ Hi Annie, time to go home.” And he was back tapping on his phone.

Just at that very moment my pussy spasmed and a large dollop of Marcus’ cum oozed out of my pussy and literally filled the gusset of my panties soaking them through and began to run down my thighs.

I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time. “I don’t think so.” I said.

The Beginning

Bill and Annie Compton are an upper middle class couple. Not rich, but they appear to have money to spend on things they want without worrying too much about whether they can afford it.

Bill or as it says on his birth certificate: William James Compton III, is 40 years old, in good physical shape at 6 foot 2 inches, 215 pounds, dark hair with a bit of grey at the temples. He works out fairly regularly, mostly cardio so he’s not bulked up with muscles.
Annie, his wife of the past 15 years , or as it says on her birth certificate Anne Marie Beauchamp (she changed legally to Compton when she married Bill,) is 34 years old and stunning. She is 5 foot 5 inches tall, with a lithe, fit body, like a dancer. She has 32C cup breasts, and a pleasingly rounded ass. She has pale white skin with just a touch of a healthy pink topped off with almost white blonde hair that she wears just below her shoulders.

This Friday evening in early February of 2009, Bill and Annie are in a private club in Toronto’s hinterland. Club membership is exclusive and expensive.

As a private, members only club, many things can, and do, go on here that you wouldn’t see in a publicly accessed night-club or casino.

There are large banquet style rooms set aside, filled with benches and lounges and automans, lighting is indirect, music beats into the air and where clothing is optional.

There are also rooms set up like a casino, with slot machines and roulette tables and black jack and poker tables.

Finally there is a space set up for fine dining and with a stage for live entertainment. Singers, magic acts, ventriloquists, dinner theatre and yes, the occasional live sex show.

Bill and Annie are in the casino section. Bill is sitting at one of the poker tables, Annie is standing behind him in a light pink strapless dress that shows off her charms to perfection. She is drinking a martini (two olives). She is clearly bored and is only there because Bill has asked her to be there although you wouldn’t know he even knew she was in the room.

Bill is the picture of hard concentration. He's been playing for about an hour and a half and he is losing. This is not how he had envisioned the night progressing. It is not how he needed the night to progress.

Marcus Masters has been watching the poker table and surrounding area on the security camera feed for the area. Much of the club was wired with cameras and microphones for security purposes.

He casually scanned the area looking for signs of any inappropriate activity like signals from bystanders to the players, or odd behaviours of the players to indicate that cheating might be occurring. Marcus is keenly interested in such activity as he is the owner of the club and it is his money that is funding the gambling operation.

In one final sweep of the bystanders he noticed the gorgeous blonde in the pink dress. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her.

He not only noticed her stunning beauty, but he noticed she was not happy to be there. “Lets see if I can change her mood” he thought to himself.

He left the security room in the hands of his assistant manager David and walked down a short hallway and opened the door at the end into the casino area. He paused a second to let the noise of the casino wash over him as he adjusted from the quiet of the security room and adjacent hallway.

He scanned the room and spotted her on the other side beside the poker table area. He strode across the room and came up to her from just behind her and to her right. He stopped and feigned interest in the poker game at the closest table. The one where Bill was playing.

She startled when he asked out loud “ Know anyone in the game?”

She turned to look at him with a bemused look on her face. “Yes, I do in fact, my husband is playing, and not too well I might add”. With a gesture she indicated Bill “That’s him with his back to us in the tuxedo and violet bow tie.”

Marcus glanced over at Bill. He was less than impressed. He had seen the type before, an invenerate gambler, a gambling junkie. A man so convinced of his skill and luck that he took unreasonable risks to get the “big score” and show off his prowess to all. Unfortunately all too often their hubris bubble burst leaving nothing but hurt and ashes in its wake.

“From your comment I gather Lady luck is not smiling at him tonight” chortled Marcus.

“Smiling?” she said her voice dripping with sarcasm, “She spit on him and went to the bar”

“How much is he down?” he asked. “More than he should be.” She replied. “More than we can afford right now.” she thought to herself.

“ I see your drink is empty, care to join me and Lady Luck at the bar?” Marcus enquired.

Annie paused for a moment and considered the question. She wondered for a moment just who was this man? Before her stood a strikingly handsome 6 foot 6 inch, clearly muscular (even under his expensive Italian silk suit you could see his physique) black man. Not just black, but almost ebony black man.

He carried himself with an air of casual confidence and easy masculine sexuality. He was obviously very comfortable in his own skin.

Annie strangely felt very at ease in his presence and almost as if in a trance she found herself agreeing to go to the bar with him.

They turned and walked out of the poker table area . Marcus walked slightly ahead to clear a path for her through the slight crowd , stopped as they stepped into an open area and offered his hand to her. She appeared a bit flustered at this but took his hand and they walked to the other side of the club to the bar.

Bill never noticed she had left, nor that she had left with a handsome black man.

As they reached the bar Marcus stopped and turned to her and asked “ What would you like to drink?”

She decided against the martini that she had before. She felt that she should be careful not to get too intoxicated around this suave man or she might be tempted to do something she might regret come the morning. She decided to drink something light and asked for a white wine spritzer.

“White wine spritzer for the lady and a Johnny Walker Blue for me, Edgar.” he told the bartender.

“Coming right up Mr. Masters , Sir.” Edgar replied.

“Mr. Masters sir?” she queried “You must be some sort of big shot around here.”

“My name is Marcus Masters and I own this club.” He replied in the form of an introduction. “You can just call me Marcus, I didn’t get your name Mrs…..?"

“Compton.” she replied “Anne Marie Compton, but everyone calls me Annie.”

They shook hands and said simultaneously “Pleased to meet you.”

They laughed at that. They chatted amicably about nothing serious for the next 30 minutes while they sipped their drinks. For his part, Marcus was liking this woman. She was pretty, smart and a good conversationalist as well as being very sexual in her mannerisms and body language.

Just then Marcus’ cell phone rang. He looked at the number and said “Sorry, I have to take this” and took a couple of steps away from Annie.

“Boss, There is a guy at the hold’em poker table who’s into us now for $250,000 and wants us to extend him more credit – what should we do?” said the man on the phone.

“Who is he?” asked Marcus hoping it was Annie’s husband.

“It’s the guy with the faggoty violet bow tie.” was the answer. Marcus’ pulse picked up. Exactly who he had hoped.

“Extend him another $250,000, and Jerome, make sure his losing trend continues.”

“Gotcha Boss.” came the reply.

Marcus returned to Annie’s side. “I’ve just extended a further $250,000 line of credit to your husband, so he can continue to play.” he told her.

A look of concerned shock came across Annie’s face as he told her this. “I wish you hadn’t done that.” she said. “That means he has already gone through the $250,000 line we established when we came in here tonight, and on top of his recent business and stock market losses we are now in debt over one million dollars, including what you just extended to him and that doesn't include the motgage on our home. ”

She took a big gulp of her spritzer, emptying her glass. Marcus took the glass from her and ordered a refill from the bartender.

She looked very worried, and said “His idea was to come in here tonight and win a lot of money so he could pay off some of our debt and alleviate the financial pressure he’s been under lately. Looks like we’re worse off now, not better.” She began to tear up and sob a little.

Marcus wrapped his arm over her shoulder and said “Don’t cry, these things eventually pass and things can be worked out. In the mean time why don’t you come and sit in my office waiting room and compose your self. I have something I need to take care of and I will be back shortly.”

He escorted her to his office waiting area, showed her a ladies room where she could freshen up and stepped into his office and closed the door.

He was immediately on the phone, “Richard, I want you to find out everything you can about a guy named Bill Compton. Financial background, who he owes and how much and for how long. Yeah a full work up on him and as fast as you can. Yeah now, five minutes ago would be better.” He hung up the phone.

A plan was forming in his mind. He knew he wanted Annie, and badly. His dick had been hard for her the past hour. It was killing him and he needed release. Now most guys in his position would simply have gone to the bathroom and jerked off – not Marcus Masters. One of the perks of being as rich as he was is the fact that you have people to do just about everything for you.

He placed an internal office call. “Janeen? I need a bit of assistance in my office. Yeah right now. Use the back entrance.”

Ten minutes later a good looking redhead came through the door at the back of his office. He pointed to the sofa and she moved in that direction, removing her clothes as she went. He followed removing his clothing as well. He dropped his trousers and as he wore no underwear, his large circumcised penis sprang into view.

Flaccid, it was eight inches long and about 3 inches in diameter. As it became erect it grew to about 11 inches long and about 4 ½ inches in diameter with a large mushroom shaped head. Truly a magnificent specimen of male genitelia.

Janeen, sank to her knees in front of Marcus and attempted to take his cock into her mouth. She managed the head and about 4 inches of the shaft before she bottomed out in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the remaining shaft and in unison with her mouth pumped up and down on that humongous cock.

Marcus closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned. He loved getting head, but no woman had yet been able to take his full cock in her pussy, let alone her mouth. Janeen sucked and swirled her mouth and tongue on him for 5 minutes, until he was almost ready to blow. He pulled out of her mouth and sat her up on the sofa. He leaned forward and took her now leaking pussy into his mouth making her even more wet and open, ready for his mammoth cock. When she was almost to an orgasm, he stopped and rose up to rub the mushroom head of his penis along her pussy’s slit, coating it with her juices.

Suitably lubricated he placed his penis head at her opening and slowly and steadily slid into her.
Janeen had been here with Marcus before, so his access was pretty easy, but not completely so, there was still some stretching and resistance to the invasion of such a large cock.

Janeen arched her back and cried out in a mix of ecstasy and discomfort. “Oh God Marcus! God , oh Gawwwwedd you fuck me so good, you’re so big! Fuck me hard…ssoooo good!”

Marcus slowly picked up speed as her vaginal walls became moister and used to the size of his cock. In as far as he could go, there was still 3 inches of his cock outside her pussy.

Soon he was pumping in and out of her at a breakneck pace, Janeen was wailing and screaming and having almost non-stop orgasms. Good thing that Marcus had sound proofed the walls and floor and ceiling of his office or the whole building would have heard her. After about 15 minutes of this Marcus shouted, “I’m cumming, cumming, cumming now!” and he shot rope after rope after rope after rope of thick cum into Janeen.

Where most men ejaculate a tablespoon or two when they cum, Marcus’ ejaculate was usually on the order of a ¼ cup or more. He was known to have done that several times in a row. He produced a prodigious amount of cum during his orgasms. Janeen’s cunt was full of his cum and it was running down her pussy and over her ass on to the couch

They rested for a few minutes then Janeen got up and went into the bathroom attached to the office and took a quick shower, came out, dried off , dressed and left. As she dressed, Marcus showered and after she left dried off and redressed.

Just then his phone rang. Call display said it was Richard, his finance guy “Yeah.” He said into the phone. “ What did you find out?”

“The long and short of it is this, this guy owes everybody. His house is mortgaged to the tits, he owes his business suppliers to the point they won’t deliver to him except on a COD basis. He has gambling debts with some pretty unsavoury characters and they are pressing hard for their money.”

“How much is he into them for?” Marcus asked.

“The gambling debt? About $750,000.” was the answer. “All told, personal and business debt, including the $500,000 he now owes us, he’s in about $6 and a half million with no equity left.”

“Shit! That’s a pretty deep hole!” Marcus commented. “Do you think his wife knows how deep he’s in?”

“ I’m sure she knows some, but I’ll bet not all. He plays pretty close to the vest about his financial dealings.” Richard replied.

“Alright, here’s what I want you to do, go to all his creditors on the QT. Make them all aware of exactly what this clowns situation is and offer to buy up his debt for 25 cents on the dollar. Make sure the financial markets know he’s not bankable any more. I don’t want anyone lending this asshole another dime. Let me know when its done.”

Marcus called up the security cam feed for the poker tables on his desk top computer. Bill was still playing poker and by the look of the chip pile beside him he would be at it a few hours yet. These poker marathons had been known to go on for 24 hours at a stretch, before any one broke to rest and refresh.

He shut down the computer, rose and walked across the office to open the door to the outer office where he had left Annie an hour ago.

She was laying on the sofa and appeared to be asleep. Marcus just stood there watching her rest, drinking in her beauty. He wanted this woman, wanted her like no other woman he had ever met. He couldn’t understand where this feeling was coming from, but he had wanted her the first second he saw her.

He wanted her for sex, naturally, but it was more than that. He wanted to protect her, to just be with her, to talk with her, about anything and everything. He wanted her to bear his children, lots of children. Lots of mocca coloured children.

Annie was dreaming as she snoozed on the couch. She had had more than her usual limit of alcohol today and it had been a long day. After Marcus left to go into his office she had freshened up in the small washroom off of the waiting room, came out and sat down to wait.

Her thoughts drifted to her new acquaintance. She had little previous interactions with black men. What did she think of him? He was certainly tall and handsome, a good conversationalist, suave even. He made her laugh – something Bill used to do, but hadn’t in a long time.

The other thing that Bill used to do, but hardly ever did anymore, was give her regular mind blowing orgasms with his more than adequate 7 inch cock. They hadn’t had sex in over 3 months. Over the past 2 years their sexual unions had gone from almost every day to 3 times a week to once a week to once every two weeks to once a month to where it was so irregular, and perfunctory at that, she really didn’t enjoy sex with Bill any more.

Annie sensed that much of the decline in sex drive in Bill was from stress. She felt that things were not going so well at Bill’s company. He never said anything directly, but there were subtle clues. He would arrive home late, tense and grumpy. He started working Saturdays, then Sundays, which he had never done before.

Then there were the phone calls. Phone calls from men who always asked for Bill in a terse manner whenever she answered the home phone. His conversations were always short and tense. He was always angry when he hung up from these calls.

Somewhere in the hour, she had nodded off and slumped over on the sofa. She was dreaming pleasantly about having sex. Tender, loving sex, slow gentle sex that sent ripples through her belly. She couldn’t make out her partner in this wonderful union. It wasn’t Bill, so who was it? She concentrated hard to see who was loving her so well, the shape began to darken, to solidify. It was a black man! His face… who was it? The face that swam into view as she woke was Marcus Masters!

“Wake up Annie. Annie wake up. You fell asleep.” He was saying gently, and shaking her shoulder.

Annie woke up with a start and sat up. “Oh! Oh! I must have dozed off. All those drinks just caught up with me.”

“That’s ok. “ said Marcus “It’s very late. Did you eat before you came to the club this evening?”

“No, Bill was just so eager to start playing that we skipped it. He said we’d catch something after he won and eat on the way home” she chortled. “We know how well that worked out.”

“Well, he’s still playing and looks like he will be for a while. Do you want to catch a bite, you must be starving??” he asked.

“What time is it?” she asked looking at her wrist watch. “ My god its 2:30 in the morning. Where would we get something to eat at this hour?”

“Well, I’m a good friend with the owner of this establishment. I’m sure I can convince him to get us something.” He grinned.

With that they were off to the kitchen. The night staff were on duty, there to supply room service food 24/7. Marcus had them whip up two orders of eggs Florentine and serve them in the dining room which was closed.

When they were done, Marcus suggested that Annie stay in his suite for the rest of the night and get some rest. “I have to be down here anyway and won’t be in the suite until mid to late morning, so you’ll have complete privacy until then.”

“I couldn’t put you out like that.” protested Annie.

“Don’t think about it. You’re not putting me out at all, and it saves you the expense of a room at this rather pricey establishment.” he joked

“Well if you’re sure…” she relented “I am rather exhausted and as you say Bill will be playing for some time yet.”

“I’ll have one of the bell hops escort you to my suite and show you where everything is.” Marcus went to one of the house phones and placed a call.

Shortly an eager young black man showed up in a bell man’s uniform to escort Annie to Marcus’ suite. “Thank you for this.” she said as she left with the young man.

Marcus went back into his office and logged into the security camera feeds again. Checking the poker table again he could see that Bill’s chip pile was less than it had been before. His instructions from before were being followed.

At that moment Annie was being ushered into Marcus’ suite by the bell hop. As they entered, the lights came on automatically, “All the lights are activated by motion detectors, and voice command.” said the bell hop. “ To change the lighting just speak in a clear voice like this.” “Dim.” he said and the light level dropped about 25%. “Say that again and again and the light level drops to about 10% of the maximum, to turn the light off, just say “Off.” he instructed.

“ The bathroom is here and is accessible from the bedroom. The bar is here. There are phones out here and in the bedroom. And this is the bedroom.” he said as he showed Annie around the suite. “ There are bath robes in the bathroom if you want to get comfortable after I leave.”

“If you need anything just call the front desk and ask for Anton, that’s me, and I’ll make sure to get it for you.” He said flashing his smile.

“I know what I’d like her to need.” he thought, but this was clearly the boss’s latest conquest target and woe to any man who tried anything with her before Marcus was done with her. Anton had had a chance with one or two of her predecessors. He could wait.

“I think I’ll be fine.” Annie replied “All I want is to sleep.”

“Good night then.” Anton responded, and left the suite.

Annie went straight to the bedroom. She noted that the wall beside the bed was a wall to wall mirror as was the ceiling above the bed. She took off her clothes and crawled into the king sized bed naked and promptly fell asleep.

Springing the trap

Marcus was in his office overseeing the previous nights activities, checking the take from the various revenue generating activities. Generally keeping abreast of any issues that needed his attention.

Mostly though he was waiting to hear back from Richard, his finance guy about Bill Compton’s debts. It was only 9:00 AM, give Rich some time he thought.

Thinking of Bill Compton, Marcus checked the video feed again. Looked like good old Bill was down to his last few thousands. Almost time to yank his chain and set things in motion.

Interesting, thought Marcus . Bill hadn’t once wondered where his wife was. He had no idea she was at this moment upstairs asleep in Marcus’ bed. Untouched for the moment, but that would soon change.

It was about 10:30 in the morning when Marcus’ phone rang. It was Richard.

“What’s our progress? “ he asked sharply.

“We’re good.” Richard reported “Most of them were so glad to get anything for that guys paper. They sold his debt for 10 cents on the dollar. We bought it all. Even the mob guys were reasonable, we got their debt for 30 cents on the dollar. We own this guy.”

This was excellent news for Marcus. "Good work Rich, There will be a nice bonus on your next pay cheque.” He hung up.

He’d barely set the phone down when it rang again. It was the pit boss from the poker tables, Jerome.

“ That guy with the faggoty tie you asked us to watch, has just run out of money again and wants another $100,000. What do you want us to do?”

“Invite him to my office.” Marcus said coldly.

About 5 minutes later Bill Compton was ushered into Marcus’ office by a salt & pepper team of two burly security men.

“Welcome to our party Bill.” Marcus intoned cheerfully. “My name is Marcus Masters and I own this club and several clubs like it.”

Continuing on he said “I have good news and bad news for you Bill. First, the good news, those gangsters who you owed money to? That $750,000 gambling debt? You don’t owe them anymore and they are no longer out to break your face. The other good news is that all those debts you used to owe, to your business suppliers, the bank and other mortgages you owed on your house – you don’t owe them any more either.” His smile made Bill’s stomach clench in a knot.

“The bad news is, Bill, you now owe that all to me.” He intoned in a flat voice with a touch of menace in it. “Plus the $500,000 I advanced to you earlier tonight.”

“You owe me all that, and a large portion of it Bill, has no collateral to back it. You're only covered for about $4 million” he went on, “ What are we going to do about that Bill? What do you have that could serve as collateral backing for the remaining 2.5 million dollars, Bill? Eh?”

“Speak up Bill, I can’t seem to hear you.” Marcus spat.

Bill wasn’t as smart as he thought he was, but he wasn’t stupid either. He knew he was in deep, deep trouble here. He had heard of Marcus Masters and not much of it was good.

“Ahem, well I can’t think of any hard assets I have that would cover that amount of debt” he said in a submissive tone of voice, almost a whine..

“What about soft assets then?” Marcus asked.

“I can’t think of any of those I have that are worth anywhere near that kind of money” Bill replied.

“You can’t think of one? Just one?” Marcus said. “If you can’t, I think I can. One very soft asset that would be worth that kind of money to me.”

Bill looked at him quizzically. “I don’t understand. What soft asset are you referring to?”

“Do you know where your wife is Bill? At this very moment, do you have any idea where she is?”

Bill Compton felt an icy chill run through his body and wrap around his heart. “I presume she booked a room here and went to bed and is safe and sound asleep there.”

“Almost right, Bill, but no cigar.” Marcus said with thinly veiled contempt. “She is indeed in a room and in a bed, and probably asleep still. But she’s in my bed Bill, and until you pay me what you owe me, she is staying in my bed Bill. She is the collateral on that 2.5 million dollar short fall Bill.”

“Now Bill, you’re a gambler, aren’t you? You’ve borrowed from men like me before haven’t you Bill, you understand that loans like this, especially loans that prevented you from coming to bodily harm aren’t cheap. You understand the concept of the vig don’t you Bill. The vig is what you owe every week on top of the loan, you pay the vig first and anything left over is applied to the principal of the loan. Now I’m prepared to offer you a deal here Bill. For the first 4 weeks, Annie, your wife will be providing me with the vig – if you catch my drift. After that she can provide me with half the vig, you have to cover the rest in cash. You have 120 days to pay out all of the loan and any accumulated vig, Bill. Fail to do that and I will call my loan, and take all of your collateralized assets, including your wife, In addition, during those 120 days she is mine to do with as I wish, she is my property, Bill. Fail to pay me with in 120 days and you will have lost everything, including your wife. Do you understand me Bill?” Marcus yelled that last.

Bill sat there glumly. He nodded, “ I understand.” he mumbled.

“Louder Bill, I want to hear you clearly.” Marcus spoke forcefully.

“I understand.” Bill said louder. “120 days or I lose everything.”

“Good.” said Marcus “We’re clear then. 120 days.”

“Now, get the fuck out of my office and start earning some goddamned serious money.” Marcus snarled.

Bill left the office in a panic. His wife, where was his wife? How had he been so stupid? He hoped Marcus had been lying, that Annie had called a cab and was at home in their bed safe & sound. He called the house, it was almost noon, surely she would be awake. The call went to voice mail. He called her cell phone. It too went to voice mail, then he remembered that she had left her cell at home because the phone didn’t fit in her clutch purse and she was with him anyway, so didn’t think she would need her phone.

His panic rose higher as the magnitude of the situation hit him. Raise $6 and a half plus million in 120 days? How the hell was he supposed to do that? And if he didn’t he would be financially ruined and lose his wife at the same time. Legal or not, there’d be no way to get his wife away from a man like Marcus Masters once the 120 days were up if he didn’t repay the money.

He had to get out of here and think. Think damn it, think harder than he has ever thought in his life. He went out to the parking lot, got in his car and drove home.

Beginning the Term

Marcus was exhausted. He never liked these confrontations, the macho bullshit that was required drained him.

He’d had a long night and he needed sleep. He shut down his desktop computer and left his office. He headed straight to the elevator and rode it to the 20th floor and his suite. He entered and as was his habit went straight to his bedroom, disrobing as he went. Jacket, tie, shoes, socks and last his pants over the chair in his room. He noted that there was women’s clothing there ahead of him.

He looked to the bed and there, looking for all the world like Goldie Locks in the baby bear’s bed lay Annie Compton. Mrs. Annie Compton, another man’s wife. Naked.

Marcus’ cock twitched at the thought.

She lay on her back. Her arms and perfect breasts were outside of the covers. Her nipples were hard, her areolas were tight round pink circles, not much bigger than a fifty cent piece, behind the half inch tall nipples.

Her C cup breasts were firm and perky, slowly rising and falling with each breath she took.

Marcus was not going to take her today. He needed sleep and besides he had scheduled an appointment with his personal physician for her today.

He slid quietly into bed so as not to disturb her, rolled on his side away from her and quickly fell fast asleep.

Annie

I woke with a start. Where was I? Not in my own bed. Not in my own house. It slowly came back to me. That charming man Marcus had let me use his room last night. I was in his bed. I idlely thought “what would Bill say if he knew I spent the night in another man’s bed? Would he even care”, I wondered.

I scanned to my right to look around the room and was startled to see that I was in fact in bed with a strange man. Not my husband for sure, this man was black. I was in bed, naked with a black man who appeared to be naked too!

I was too shocked to even make a sound. Then I realized who the black man was. It was Marcus Masters. He was sound asleep on his right side facing away from me. At that moment I realized that I was sitting up in his bed with my breasts exposed. I grabbed the sheet to cover myself .

I wondered did we have sex last night? I couldn’t remember, but my pussy felt untouched, so I didn’t think so.

I gingerly rose from the bed so as not to wake Marcus, and searched for my underwear and the rest of my clothes from last night. I walked out to the living area of the suite to dress.

As I dressed I looked around the suite for my clutch purse and saw it on a table by the door to the suite. I walked across the room to pick it up and to open the door.

To my surprise the door was locked! I twisted and turned the knob to no avail. There didn’t appear to be any lock mechanism, but locked it surely was.

I went to the phone and dialled the front desk. The clerk answered “Front Desk.”

“Hello, this is Anne Compton calling from Mr. Marcus’ room,” I said, “I’m trying to leave the room but the door appears to be locked and I can’t open it.”

“I’m sorry miss, but Mr. Marcus has a special electronic security lock on his room when he is in suite.” The desk clerk replied. “He has left instructions for us to open the door to allow you to attend to the spa date he has arranged for you. I’ll send Anton up to open the door and escort you to the spa.”

“But…I don’t….” I started, but the clerk had already hung up.

About 10 minutes later there was a soft knock at the door, a slight buzzing sound and Anton came through the door to the suite.

“ Ahh, Mrs. Compton, there you are. Are you ready for your wonderful afternoon at our spa?” he asked

“Thank you Anton, but I really don’t want to go to the spa. I just want to go home. I’m sure my husband is wondering where I am and is worried about me.” I replied.

Knowing something of the previous night’s activities and that Mr. Masters had specifically insisted that Annie attend to the spa, Anton decided to fib to her. “Mr. Masters and your husband set up this spa date for you.” He lied, “They had a business meeting last night and your husband had to leave to attend to it. He asked Mr. Masters to look after you while he was gone. So you see you don’t want to disappoint your husband and Mr. Masters do you?”

“Well, …I guess not.” I replied, although that really didn’t sound like something Bill would do, but maybe he did. I relented and followed Anton to the spa.

The spa was part of the pool complex, below the main casino floor. There was an Olympic sized pool, with hot tubs at the far end and private rooms along one side that contained massage tables in several, exercise machines in some and one with mud baths. Off of the other side of the pool were bathrooms, showers and the locker room.

Anton led me to one of the rooms with a massage table.

“Mr. Masters said that he thought you should start with a nice relaxing massage. You can undress here in privacy and hang your clothes over there on the clothes tree.” Anton directed, “Then lay face down on the massage table. The masseuse will be in momentarily.” He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I undressed quickly, hung my clothes on the tree and laid down on the massage table, covering myself with the sheet that was there and waited, my heart beating a little rapidly. I didn’t wait long. A young woman entered pushing a small dolly table with towels and bottles of oils and such on it.

She never said a word. She just began. She pulled the sheet off my shoulders and folded it neatly across my waist just above my buttocks. She poured some oil on her hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil and then began to rub my lower back, working the muscles upwards towards my shoulders.

As she worked, I began to relax. The more she worked the more I relaxed. She reached for more oil, this one was lightly scented, a pleasant woodsy scent. Warmed in her hands it felt so good on my shoulders and neck. I was becoming so relaxed I was almost dozing off.

She took the sheet off my ass and legs and with more oil began to massage my legs and buttocks. I was on the verge of sleep and never felt the tiny pinprick of the needle. I just slowly drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.

The examination

No sooner had Annie dropped into slumber, when a Doctor and his nurse came in.

The nurse and the masseuse rolled Annie on to her back. From under the dolly the nurse took two metal stirrup assemblies and attached them to the massage table and raised Annie’s legs into them. She then set about taking several blood samples and set them on a tray and labelled them.

The doctor picked up a speculum and inserted it into Annie’s vagina. He conducted a pap smear and visually examined her vaginal cavity. He noted that she had an IUD (intra uterine device) and he set about removing it. Annie was no longer protected from being impregnated.

He noted too that she appeared to be ovulating.

He removed the speculum and ran a physical exam to ensure that Annie was in good physical shape. She has no discernable abdominable abnormalities and no apparent abnormalities in her breasts. In short she was a prime healthy specimen of female vitality.

The doctor then administered two shots to Annie. One was a fertility drug to enhance her ability to become impregnated with multiple births. The second shot was a variant of Ecstasy. A drug designed to lower her inhibitions and to make her very horny. The effects of this drug lasted longer than ordinary Ecstasy, lasting about a week.

An hour later the blood work confirmed that she had no sexually transmittable diseases, no infections and she was definitely ovulating.

All this information was written up in a report to the attention of Marcus Masters.

Annie

Bubbles floating up from very deep water. Rising and enlarging as they rose from, the depths, wobbling in the light currents.

As I woke, I felt like those bubbles, bursting the surface feeling release, like I was feeling a tension release, at my groin…. so good, it felt so good.

Awareness came slowly, I was having small orgasms, The feelings came from between my legs. My legs were spread, I was laying on my back, in a bed and someone was expertly licking and sucking on my labia, my vulva and clitoris and it was wonderful!

“Bill.” I moaned “Oh Bill, I’ve missed you so.”

As my eyes began to focus, I could see though that the head between my legs was clearly not Bill’s. It was the head of a black man. He swirled his tongue around my clit again and I had another series of small orgasms. I moaned “Oh, that is sooo gooood.”

Strangely, I wasn’t all that concerned that it wasn’t Bill giving me these delicious orgasms. I was just very turned on and yearning for this sexual release. I didn’t really care who was giving it to me. I was just horny and wanted sex.

The wonderful oral ministrations went on for another 10 or 15 minutes and I came over and over again. My stomach muscles fluttered and legs shook as the orgasms swept my body again and again. I was uttering unintelligible sounds and moans.

My mind drifted to the question of “Who this wonderful man was who was treating my body to such delectable sensations?”

I had my answer seconds later as Marcus Masters raised his head from between my legs and crawled up the bed to lay on top of me.

“Good evening beautiful.” he said. “You slept well I see. Enjoyed your massage?”

He rolled between my still spread legs. “What are you doing?” I asked

“Lets just say I’m finishing your massage – from the inside this time.” he smirked.

He placed the head of what felt like a particularly large penis just into the entrance of my now slick vagina and began to slide into me. I felt like he was sliding a baseball bat into me. He was enormous! Thankfully I was sopping wet and he was making regular progress until he hit the point where Bill usually topped out. I could see that there was still about 4 inches left to go before he was all the way inside me. I orgasmed for the first time on that magnificent cock.

“Be gentle.” I begged “I’ve never had anyone as big as you are before.”

“Don’t you worry,” he said softly, “you’re going to love this.”

Marcus withdrew a little way and then pushed in some more. He sank a little deeper , but I could feel the pressure of his cock stretching my canal. He was going farther than any one had ever been inside me. He had pushed in another inch. My vagina was quivering around that mammoth cock and juicing with every mini stroke making his penetration easier.

“Oh,Oh! Marcus, Marcus ! Its so big! You’re splitting me in two! Oh GGAAAWWWED!” I screamed as I came again.

He rocked in and out several more times, going slightly deeper each time until to my amazement he was all the way inside me with his balls touching my ass.It must have amazed him as well because he exclaimed “I’m balls deep! I’m all the way in!”He was hard as a rock, unusual for such a large penis. He began to pump in and out of me in earnest. Nice long slow strokes, rubbing my g-spot on the way in and on the way out. Hitting my clit with his pubic bone every time he bottomed out. He was in past my cervix and nudging my womb on every stroke. I had never felt so much pleasure from a man’s cock before. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Crashing waves of pleasure.

I looked over his shoulder and saw us making love in the mirror on the ceiling. His muscular black back rippling as he fucked me, his black buttocks tightening and releasing as he pumped that massive cock into me. I could feel it pounding into me as I watched his body tense as he pushed it into my body again and again. My lily white body underneath him, my legs spread wide and my legs raised, knees bent, toes curled in constant orgasm. My tits squashed under him as he held me close, and bit my neck. Every stroke of his beautiful cock brought orgasm after orgasm from my quivering pussy. Screams of ecstasy from my throat. “God, god Marcus! So good! Cumming again and again! Oh! Oh! MMMAAAARRRCCUUUUUS! FFFFUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEE! Cumming, cumming!”

He started to pick up his pace, faster and faster. He was a fucking pile driving machine. I was having continuous orgasms,
I began to squirt, once, twice , three times. His abs were wet, our groins were wet, the bed was soaked and he kept up the pace driving into me like a man crazed. I was losing touch with consciousness when he groaned like a bull, held himself deep and still inside me as far as he could and came, and came and came and came. I had never ever had a man cum that much before. He must have shot a half a cup of cum into me.

I thought at the time thank God I have an IUD or I would surely be pregnant right this minute.

Marcus stayed inside me. I was amazed that he was still hard! He rested there for a couple of minutes and then began gentle rocking motions again. I felt his cock stiffen further as he did so.“Oh my God.” I thought “ He’s ready to go again!” And he was! I knew there was an enormous amount of semen in me, but amazingly very little of it leaked out around his cock as he continued to fuck me senseless. I stopped counting after I’d had about 25 orgasms. I had never in my life been fucked so well. None of my college lovers or my husband had ever even come close to giving me this many orgasms and pleasure. My husband? The thought of him only briefly flashed through my orgasm soaked brain. Where was he? I realized at that moment, for this moment, I didn’t care. Bill was a distant memory. I only wanted Marcus to keep on fucking me with that wondrous black cock, giving me these immense orgasms over and over.

I lost complete track of time. I only know that Marcus seemed to have fucked me forever and had cum at least twice more, filling me each time with enormous amounts of his black baby making seed.

Marcus lay on top of me, resting. We were both covered in sweat and my sprayed cum juice.. My half of the king sized bed was soaked. Realizing this, Marcus rolled us over to the other side of the bed and with him still lodged inside me and unbelievably still hard, we both fell into a sound sleep. The clock beside his bed said 4:30 in red letters.

When I woke, the clock said 11:05. I rolled over and found my self looking into the deep brown eyes of Marcus Masters.

“Good Morning beautiful.” he said with that deep baritone voice that only black men can achieve. He leaned over in a soft and sensuous way and kissed my lips. It felt like an electric jolt straight to my pussy. I melted. I spread my legs wide for him and let him have me again.

This time I actually got a look at the monster cock that had fucked me to oblivion the night before. I couldn’t believe that I had that thing all the way in me. But there he was, feeding it into my love hole once more and it was just sliding right in like it was made to measure. He wasn’t half way in before I had my first orgasm of the day. Three more followed before he was sunk in balls deep. What had come over me? I had never had this many orgasms, as easily, ever! All I seemed to be able to concentrate on was having that huge cock buried in me and fucking me over and over. Bill was a foggy memory. All I could think about was Marcus and his fuck pole from heaven!

And it was buried in me again, (before breakfast!) and giving me incredible orgasms on top of orgasms. Marcus pumped into me for at least half an hour before he finally came inside of me again. He pumped another prodigious load into my steaming pussy. I figured that by now he has, all told, pumped about half a quart of semen into me. Thank God I’d had that IUD put in two months ago!

Bill was sterile, the result of a bad case of the mumps when he was 16. I had never needed birth control from the day I married him, but with our near abstinence from sex the past year I had been considering finding a fuck buddy to take care of my needs. Thus, the IUD. It was safe, no worry about forgetting to take a pill (I’m terrible about remembering meds), no worry about remembering to wear a diaphragm, or worry about condoms failing.

With a last grunt and push of his cock into me, Marcus squirted the last rope of cum into me and rolled off on to his back, breathing deeply.

“Mr. Masters…” I started.

“I think at this point you can call me Marcus or Marc, don’t you? He said with a grin. “I mean after all…”

“Ok, I get your point Marcus.” I chuckled.

“Marcus, What is happening here? I don’t normally just jump in to a stranger’s bed and get fucked silly on a whim and a dare” I said in a serious tone. “ This is not normal behaviour for me.”

“And another thing, where the hell is my husband?” I demanded.

Marcus paused for a minute, looking at me with those big brown eyes of his as if he was making a decision. “Brunch,” he said, “Its Sunday and we serve a wonderful brunch buffet. I’m starved. I’ll tell you everything after brunch. Get dressed.”

“Well I would, if I had any clothes.” I told him. “Last thing I remember is hanging my clothes up in the spa and then I woke up here, naked, in your bed. We haven’t exactly needed clothing since then.”

“Right.” he nodded “What size are you?”

“ Usually a 6” I replied, “and my bra size is 32 C”

Marcus reached for a phone and dialled a number “Good morning Bethy, Could you send up a dress that is appropriate for a lady to wear to Sunday Brunch in a size 6 with a pair of shoes to match, I’d say size 5. No, no panties or bra. Thanks. About 15 minutes, perfect thanks.”

“What do you mean no panties or bra?” I asked in an outraged tone.

“While you are with me you don’t need them” he answered, as if that was the end of the discussion.

“What do you mean I don’t need them?” I asked with an incredulous tone.

All I got further from Marcus was a look that said if I knew what was good for me I’d shut up now. I did.

Bethy arrived at the door 10 minutes later with a pretty yellow sun dress that buttoned all the way up the front and a pair of yellow pumps to match with 3 inch heels. Enough lift to give my legs and ass shape with out being hard on my feet or difficult to walk in.

Without underwear or bra it only took seconds to dress. It fit perfectly, but did show my erect nipples through the thin material of the top. A quick brush of my hair and we were ready to go. I had no make up so I went without. Marcus didn’t seem to care and told me I was beautiful with out it. Who was I to argue at that point.

Out the door of his suite and a short walk to the elevator we went. I felt quite exposed with no panties or bra, but it was exciting to be so risqué.

There was no one in the elevator when it arrived at our floor. We entered and Marcus immediately pushed me against one wall and raised the hem of the dress and ran his hand up my leg to my damp pussy slit.

“See,” he said, “panties only get in the way, you don’t need them.” As he continued to finger my pussy and clit making me more aroused. My pussy began to leak copious amounts of pussy juice and then we were there at the floor we needed so he just stopped, turning to face the elevator door as if nothing had transpired.

I was left horny and wanting.

The elevators opened on the second floor. The buffet was laid out very ornately and along the half wall that formed the edge of a balcony over looking the hotel foyer and the entrance area to the casino. At one end were the displays of fruits (grape fruit halves, sliced oranges pears, peaches etc) cereals and muselix. Next came coffees, teas and hot water, then warming trays with sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, eggs Florentine, eggs Benedict, Hollandaise sauce , Pancakes, waffles, syrups, ketchup then on to smoked salmon with capers, bowls of garden salad, Caesar salad, three bean salad, ham slices, a tray of various sliced meats, breads, hot roast beef, mashed potatoes and vegetables. Everything for breakfast to lunch. For those who desired orders could be placed from the menu.

I chose some pineapple slices, two orange slices, a bowl of Cheerio’s, a black coffee and two sausages. “Need the protein.” I said to no one in particular.

Marcus took several slices of bacon a large helping of scrambled eggs and four sausages and black coffee. Man’s breakfast.

We sat at a table towards the back where there wasn’t much foot traffic.

We drank our coffee and ate our food in silence. Surprising, but Marcus was finished his before I was mine. Typical guy, I thought. He waited patiently while I finished and then began to speak.

“How much do you know about your husband’s financial affairs?” he began.

“Not as much as I would like to.” I admitted “But I know we have a mortgage on the house, two credit card accounts, with pretty high balances we carry, a couple of car loans we pay. All told we owe about a million dollars, but the house alone covers that debt with room to spare.”

“So you know nothing about his business then?” Marcus asked.

“No, Bill keeps that to himself. It is his baby and his problem. He has assured me that our house is segregated from his business and that if any thing were to go wrong, the house would be safe.” I answered.

Marcus stared at me for a long minute then took a deep breath. “I’m afraid, Annie, none of that is true. Your husband has lied to you.”

“What!… What do you mean? He lied? How? When?!” panic rose in my voice.

Marcus sat for a moment looking down, he was obviously thinking and making some kind of decision.

He looked up at me and I saw the oddest look in his eyes. Sadness, pain, resignation and world weariness all rolled into one.

“Annie….” He started, paused and thought a moment more.

“I’m a very rich man Annie” he began, “I didn’t get that way by being a nice guy or always following the rules. I’m sure I’ve broken more rules and a few laws, than I’ve ever followed in my drive to get where I am now.”

“I’ve done things I’m not proud of, some that I’m out right ashamed of, all in the name of chasing money, wealth and power. I have been absolutely ruthless when it was called for. I can be and have been generous, kind, even forgiving, but when, and only when, it suited my purpose to be so. The minute that purpose was no longer required so was the largesse.” His voice was hard and flinty as he said this.

“I have temporarily helped your husband out of a very tight jam, but it was not from any sense of benevolence or generosity. ” he continued, “ I intend to make a great deal of money one way or another from this arrangement and get something else besides money.”

“What ever could you get besides money.” I asked suspiciously.

“Why Annie, I get you of course.” he said quietly.
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Re: Winners & Losers Chapter 1

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That is one hot chapter! We need more!

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Re: Winners & Losers Chapter 1

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Thanks nyjints2004. Much appreciated. There are several more chapters to come. Stay tuned.
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Re: Winners & Losers Chapter 1

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Winners & Losers Chapter 2
By Sam Warrens

Annie

“What ever could you get besides money?” I asked suspiciously.

“Why Annie, I get you of course.” he said quietly.

“What do you mean you get me?” I asked now with alarm in my voice.

“Here is the situation Annie,” he said matter of factly, ”your husband has lied to you. You and he are not $1 million in debt but $6.5 million in debt, and by way of some persuation and judicious maneuvering, you owe the entire amount to me.”

He went on “I bought up all your combined debt at a substantial discount. I don't expect your husband to be in a position to repay me in the 120 days I have given him so I expect to own all of the collateral that was put up against the $6.5 million debt at the end of that time. One of the key pieces of that collateral Annie is you. In 120 days dear Annie I expect you to be my property along with your house, yours and his property and investments and his business, everything you own. In the meantime, your services are paying the interest on the entire $6.5 million debt.”

“ I took my first instalment on that interest this morning.” he leered.

The blood just drained from my face and I nearly fainted. If I had not been sitting in a comfortable plush chair I would have fallen to the floor.

He waited a moment for me to recover myself, then went on “There's more. I'm going to be honest with you Annie, even though I had planned on not telling you this part until much later. When you went for your “massage” you were heavily sedated and given a complete physical examination. By the way, you are the picture of health. During the exam however, there were a couple of other things that happened.”

“ I intend to breed you Annie, to make you pregnant with at least one of my children. To that end your IUD was removed. Also you were given two injections, one was a fertility drug to enhance your ability become pregnant and to enhance your ability to have multiple births, twins preferrably. The other drug you were administered is a pharmacutical grade of an Ecstasy type formulation that makes you maleable and highly amenable to having sex – a lot of sex. You will be administered this second drug weekly until you are confirmed to be pregnant”

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Annie sat in stunned silence as she tried to absorb all of this information.

After a time she said in a dead voice “ Let me get this straight, my husband is a lying scum bag who has squandered everything we have worked for together for the past 15 years, has basically passed me over in sexual slavery to you. You have violated me sexually and probably already gotten me pregnant with your bastard child or children and hooked me on a date rape drug. Does that about sum it up?”

“ I think you summed it up pretty well, yes.” Marcus intoned.

“My only hope is that by some miracle Bill can repay you the $6.5 million with in 120 days and you'll give back all the collateral including me?” She intoned “But I'll still be pregnant and have your bastard child.”

“Yes.” Marcus replied.

“Where is the bathroom? I'm going to be sick.” She said.

Marcus jumped up and escorted her to the closest ladies room and went in with her to help her. Annie threw up everything she had in her stomach and then had the dry heaves for about 10 minutes.

Marcus held her and pulled her hair out of the way as she vomited into the toilet. When she was finished he gave her a wet cloth and towel to wipe her face and dry off.

He took her back to their table and ordered her a gingerale to help settle her stomach and put some fluids back into her system.

“Better?” Marcus asked.

“You God Damned son of a bitch” she screamed as she launched her tiny frame and fist at his face. She hit him square on the nose.

She might as well have punched a wall. He rocked back about an inch from the blow but showed no outward signs of distress.

Annie screamed again and tried to hit him again. He grabbed her fist in mid punch and stopped it cold.

“I wouldn't advise doing that again.” he said in a level tone “ I try not to make a habit of it but, it wouldn't be the first time I hit a woman back, and trust me, I hit much harder than you do.”

Annie slumped in her chair, defeated.

“I need to lie down.” she whined pitifully.

“Sure, “ Marcus said softly “ we'll go back to my suite”

“No, I want to go home.” she pleaded.

“Sorry babe, as long as you're my collateral, for the next 118 days you stay with me. Besides, you never know when an interest payment will come due and require immediate payment.” he leered.

Against her will, she let Marcus lead her back to his suite and into his bedroom.

She stood beside the bed numbly as she let him strip her dress off her, take off her shoes and put her into the bed. He then stripped off his own clothes. She saw that his penis was starting to harden, and she steeled herself against what she expected was coming. Strangely, it was what she wanted, needed. For some reason she knew she couldn't resist if he wanted to take her again. “The drugs.” she supposed to herself.

To her utter surprise Marcus got into the bed and spooned her with his magnificent cock between her ass cheeks and his arm over her torso and fell asleep. With confused emotions she finally succumed too and drifted to dreamland.


It had been about 2:00 PM when they had fallen asleep. It was now 7:30. Marcus rolled over and looked at the clock. “You hungry?” he asked.

“I could eat something light I think.” she replied.

Marcus leaned further for the phone beside the bed. “Room service please.” he said into the receiver.

“Marcus Masters here, would you send up a bowl of minestrone soup with some saltines and a T bone steak, rare, with baked potato and steamed vegetables. Yes, a bottle of Merlot would be nice. Thank you.” He hung up.

“The soup and saltines should be ok on your stomache. As for me I'm starved.” he grinned.

“Come over here.” he said to Annie.

She looked at him, and slid across the bed next to him. Being next to him, smelling his masculine scent aroused her. She knew it was because of the ecstasy, but was helpless to resist.

He leaned over and kissed her. Softly at first, surprisingly soft she thought, then with more ardour and more passion. He probed her mouth with his tongue. She opened her mouth to give him easier access and her tongue wrestled with his in sweet abandon.

He fondled her breasts, first one then the other. Tweeking her nipples until she began to moan and rub her legs together, massaging her dampening slit.

Marcus carried on like this for about ten minutes slowly raising her arrousal and increasing the moisture oozing from her pussy. He placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down is body until her face was at his groin.

She knew what he wanted. She knew what she wanted, She wanted that magnificent cock in her mouth.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock. It was oozing precum and she licked it from his pee hole. It tasted like the most delicious substance she had ever tasted – sweet but salty.

She opened her mouth and slid the large mushroom head into her mouth, she pressed forward another six inches until she felt him at the back of her throat. She gagged a little and then relaxed and openned her throat and started swallowing and pushing forward until she had the entire cock in her mouth and throat with her nose buried in his pubic hair. Her throat bulged from the girth and length of him in her esophagus.

She held him there a moment then began to thrust almost all the way out then back down to bury her nose in his pubic hair again and again.

Marcus was in utter heaven. No woman had ever taken his entire cock in her mouth.

“Oh gaaaawwwwddd baby!” He moaned “Ohhhh my fuuucccking gawwwwd!”The sensations were making his imense cock swell even more. He knew he would not last very much longer, but he didn't want to cum just yet. He thought about anything else but the incredible sensations running through his cock.

Just then there was a knock on the door and a buzz and click and the room service they had ordered arrived.

Annie, lost in her service of Marcus' huge phallus didn't even notice its arrival. Marcus saw Anton, one of his bell hops, pushing a trolley into the living room. He had a line of sight from his position on the bed to Anton in the living room of the suite. Anton could also see Annie and Marcus on the bed. He could see Annie's naked form and her mouth and throat as she blew Marcus.

“Just leave it there,” Marcus barked “ and get out.”

Anton promptly left, but he had gotten an eyeful of Annie and her impressive cocksucking skills. “Any woman who can take Marcus Masters to the root is welcome in my bed anytime.” he thought to himself.

“Yeah, I gotta tap me that.” he thought on his way back to the lobby “All in due time, all in due time.”

Mean while Marcus was getting less able to control his orgasm. “Baby you are so fantastic! Goooood Gaaawwd, Please don't stop, please , please, I'm gonna cum! Oh, Oh, ooooohhhh! Here it cums baby! Here it...” and with that he exploded in her throat and came and came and came and came. He thought his balls would come out the end of his penis. He had never cum so much or so hard in his entire life.

Annie swallowed every drop and sucked him until there was nothing left for him to ejaculate and still she sucked and he was having dry orgasms.

He couldn't take any more, he was so sensitive. He had to withdraw from her mouth and push her back from his body.

“Where the hell did you ever learn to do that?” he asked her in awe.

“I don't know.” she said. “I've never done that before, I just wanted to do it so I did. It just felt right.”

“I'm tempted to keep you for that alone even if by some miracle your husband pays me back.” he panted.

Coming to his senses he said “Lets eat before the food is cold.”

They walked naked to the food trolley, pulled up two chairs and ate.

“You know that after dinner I have to repay you for that incredible experience.” Marcus said softly

“Really?” she asked coyly

“Oh yes, really.” he said firmly “ I think I'm going to need the energy from this dinner to allow me to give you a proper payback.”

Her pussy quivered as he said that and she felt her vagina begin to moisten.

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The next morning Annie awoke before Marcus. Her pussy was a bit sore from the monumental pounding and numerous crashing orgasms Marcus had given her. She had stopped counting the orgasms after twenty. They seemed to go on and on in almost one continuous orgasm. She remembered that over the course of the night Marcus had cum at least four times. They had finally sucummed to sleep around 4:30 in the morning. It was now 11:30. She had to pee very badly.

She arose, careful not to wake Marcus and went into the bathroom. She took care of her business and then took a warm shower and washed her hair.

When she exited the bathroom, wrapped in a big fluffy bath towel she leaned in the bathroom doorway and looked at Marcus who was still sleeping peacefully on his back on the bed. His morning wood stood out proudly from his loins.

Annie stood in awe of the magnificence of that 11 inch piece of erect man meat. What, to her was even more impressive was that she had taken it to the root in both her pussy and her mouth and throat.

She had never had a cock as big as that before. None of her college lovers or her pathetic lying husband had ever come close.

She was also starting to realize that she had never been so sexually satisfied as she was in Marcus' arms. Drugs or no, she was starting to think it was his cock she was addicted to , not the drugs.

She spent more minutes looking at Marcus on the bed. He was a very handsome man, she admitted – even though he was black.

He was very black, but that was becoming less of an issue in her mind.

He was ruthless in business, she knew that, but he had a softness about him too. He obviously didn't show it often, but she had seen it when he looked after her when she had thrown up after he told her the truth about her situation. That was the other thing, he had told her the absolute truth about what he intended for her and how he had arranged to get what he wanted. He hadn't have told her any of that. He respected her enough though to tell her the truth even if it was unpleasant.

He was a fabulous lover and made her cum like no one ever had and she had cum easily and often with him. Yes it was probably the drugs contributing to that... but still...

It startled her to think that she was starting to develop feelings for this black man, this gangster. For that is what he must truly be. He had said as much himself.

The predicament she found herself in was not really Marcus' fault. It was Bill's. Marcus had taken advantage of it and would make good money from it, but the fault was entirely Bill's.

Speaking of Bill, she idlely wondered where the hell he was and what he was doing to raise money to get them out of this mess.

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Bill

Bill had been beside himself all week. He was in a really big mess and with very few ways out.

He had tried to reorganize his financing with three different legitimate lenders – all had turned him down. The minute they discovered he owed money to Marcus Masters the doors were slammed in his face. Firmly.

The other distraction was that since it had been a week since his “discussion” with Masters. He was sure that Masters had already fucked his wife at least once, maybe more. Maybe daily.

It was eating him up, distroying his concentration. He had to concentrate. Masters had locked up all his assets legally – he couldn't even sell them to raise the money. Not that it would come close to paying off Masters if he did. It would have to be sold at fire sale prices - much less what they were worth.

His business was starting to turn a profit again, but only just – a few thousand a week. If he pulled that he would soon be back into the mess he had been before Marcus had given him this breathing space.

The only thing he could think of that would generate the huge amount he needed would not be through legal means.

He had dealt a little pot in college and it had earned enough that he graduated with no debt and had had enough for the down payment on his and Annie's first small house. He had told Annie that the down payment money had come from an inheretance from a distant relative. She had no idea he had been a drug dealer.

He still knew some people in the business from the old days, perhaps they could hook him up with some suppliers. Pot was good to start with, but he would have to eventually and quickly get to move harder stuff to make enough quickly enough. He was looking to get into the business quickly, move some heavy weight then get out just as fast before John Law caught on and arrested his ass.

He had calculated that if he started with a $5,000 investment in drugs and was able to double that in a week and kept rolling the accumulating balance forward to double every week in 120 days he could accumulate over $160 million More than enough to payout Masters even with the accumulated vig.

That of course assumed he could double his money every week. It would get harder to do as he got closer to his goal, because he would have to be dealing in such large amounts. His last deal would require an investment in product of almost $82 million dollars. Very hard to hide a drug deal that large, but what choice did he have? At 20% per week the vig on the $6.5 million was $1.3 million for one week.The first week. Thank God that Annie's services and her fine ass were covering the first 4 weeks of the interest – the vig. And half of it for the rest of the 120 days.

Some how, some way, he would have to make that up to her. He had no idea how, but that was a problem for another day.

He set up a meeting with his old supplier, Chuck to see if he could get the ball rolling.

Annie

My days settled into something of a routine. I woke every single morning to a delicious orgasm. Either Marcus would be tonguing me to a gentle series of orgasms followed by his wonderful cock driving me to earth shattering orgasmic spasms or I would be awoken to his steel hard cock sliding in to my wet cunt and quickly bringing those same earthshaking orgasms over and over and over. In any event I always finished with a huge amount of sperm and semen filling my vaginal cavity. Placed so far insde me that there was rarely any seepage out of me.

After the day that Marcus explained everything to me I had come to accept at least two realities – one, I would become, if I wasn't already, pregnant with one or more of Marcus' children and two I was Marcus' sex slave and would do anything he asked of me sexually.

Mornings were not the only time of the day that I had sex with Marcus. The man was insatiable. Basically he would have me when ever the mood struck him, which was often. Usually once mid morning, then once mid afternoon, some times after dinner and then again as we went to bed. Each time he would orgasm at least once with that prodigeous amount of cum.

Not that I was complaining. After such a long drought with Bill, I was in heaven. I had never had so much sex, and fantastic, orgasmic, satisfying sex.

He loved getting me to suck his cock and deep throat him. He was simply amazed at my ability to take him all the way into my mouth and down my throat. He told me over and over that no woman had ever been able to take his full length orally. He also enjoyed that he could push his cock into my pussy balls deep.

Drugs or no drugs I was falling hard for this randy black man. I was beginning to want him as much as he clearly wanted me. I was a whore for him, a whore who looked forward to our frequent fuck sessions.

Saturday arrived right on schedule. I had been a full week with Marcus as his “house guest”. I woke with Marcus suckling on my breasts and running his fingers up and down my slit. I was wet as usual.

He ran his fingers over my clit then back down to enter my vagina and in to rub my g-spot, I had my first orgasm of the day.

“Good morning beautiful” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. A passionate kiss that pushed his tongue into my mouth at almost the same time as he began to push his glorious cock into my wet and waiting love hole. I gasped as he pushed all the way into me and only stopped when our pubic mounds met.

We were still kissing and I moaned into his mouth as he pushed in and drew out of my quivering cunt, Faster and faster he pumped in and out, I was orgasming on every stroke now. That long slick shaft rubbed my g-spot on each stroke in and each stroke out. His pubic mound ground against my sensitive clit on each instroke as he bottomed out in my pussy. I watched him fuck me in both mirrors in his bedroom, The side wall and the ceiling mirrors. Our skin contrasts were so erotic to watch, his dark ebony black and my fair alabaster white, I watched his muscular body work my tiny white body over, his rippling muscles and sweating body as he pile drived that magnificent tool into my core. Watching him and feeling him at the same time was sureal. I was cuming continuously and I didn't want it to stop, I wanted him and my orgasms to go on and on forever. All thought of Bill was a distant foggy memory.

Of course it couldn't go on forever. I felt Marcus begin to pump faster and faster, his cock swole up even larger and his body tensed and he pushed in as far as humanly possible and with a bellow he came deep inside me again and again and again, at least ten ropes of thick creamy baby making juice. I orgasmed so hard then I think I lost consciousness.

When I came to, Marcus was laying on top of me breathing hard and covered in sweat, as was I.

“The...(pant) the … (pant) best fuck of my life.” panted Marcus “I think I love you.”

“I bet you say that to all your sex slaves.” I panted back trying to catch my breath and slow my heart.

Marcus gave me a wry look and said ”I never say that to anyone, especially my sex slaves”.

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Bill

It had been a stretch for Chuck to get him the $5,000 worth of pot. After college Chuck stayed as a small time dealer. Less hassle with the cops. He figured if he sort of stayed below the radar and stuck with only pot they would leave him alone. So far he'd been right. His typical sales were 2g bags to the college kids, maybe 4g if they had a big weekend party planned. It kept him in extra spending money and kept up his street cred.

He just couldn't and in fact wouldn't supply the quantities Bill needed nor would he supply the harder drugs that Bill would have to traffic in to meet his dollar volumes needed to pay off Marcus Masters.

He did however, supply Bill with the names of some who could perhaps meet his requirements. He agreed to make the introductions and then wanted nothing further to do with the situation.

“It should go without saying Bill, these are not your friendly neighbourhood pot dealers. They are not nice people.” Chuck warned him.

Just like in his college days, Bill was able to double his investment with in the week. He now had $10,000 to reinvest into product.

His legitimate business now doing better, he took a risk and withdrew $10,000 from it so that he now had $20,000 to invest into his drug business. Time to step up from pot and start making money faster.

He had Chuck introduce him to ' Mr.Alvarez' who dealt in more exotic recreational consumable products.

They met in the back corner of a shopping mall's elevated parking garage.

“Mr. Alvarez” was short, fat and greasy. Bill took an immediate dislike of the man. Like him or not however, he needed him if he was ever to raise the necessary money.

He liked the look of Alvarez's body guard even less. The man was large but a bit thin, had shifty eyes that constantly scanned the room. He looked like he was wired up a little tight. He carried two nine mil automatics under each arm pit in holsters with his jacket over top to sort of hide them. He looked like the kind of guy who could be set off at the drop of a hat with deadly consequences.

Alvarez and Bill exchanged a few pleasantries, all the while sizing the other man up.

“Look,” Bill spoke first, “I'm looking to start moving some serious merchandise, but I want to do a few test runs to see how you operate first. Can we move a key of H or coke first? Gives me a chance to check purity and quality before we move larger shipments. What do you have?”

Alvarez eyed him for a minute then said “ Ok we can do it your way. Coke seems to be the popular product right now. Twenty thou a key – cash.”

“No other way to do it,” said Bill, “ you got the product here? I got the cash.” he said patting his suit coat pocket.

Alvarez turned to his nervous looking body guard, “Jimmie, get me a key of coke from the car.”

As Jimmie strode the 15 feet to the car to get the key of coke, Bill asked “How many times has it been stepped on?”

“ Well this one is my 'salesman's sample' so only twice”said Alvarez.

Bill realized that was good, it was still pretty pure so he could cut it 3 or 4 more times to sell it retail or to a smaller dealer. So instead of only selling one key he would have four. "Let the good times roll." he thought.

Jimmie returned from the car, Bill took a small sample from the key, put some coke in a little jar, added a drop or two of a liquid, shook it and the little vial turned deep blue. It was real cocaine. He taped the small puncture hole up, put the key in his briefcase and handed Alvarez his money, waiting for him to quickly count it, they then shook hands and went to their respective vehicles and left.

Bill smiled, he was in business.

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Shopping Trip

Anton walked up to Annie as she sat eating her breakfast, in the hotel lobby's coffee shop. Her everpresent bodyguard, Jamal, sitting at the next table appearing to read the morning paper.

Anton was not fooled by Jamal's relaxed looking pose. He had seen the big black special forces vetran in action before. He was a master at faking inattention and had the reflexes of a jungle cat. Anton had seen him in deadly action before and he knew if anyone were to attempt to harm his charge, they would be dead before they drew their next breath, and never know what killed them.

Anton spoke to Jamal. “Marcus wants her to go to a photo studio for some pictures and to go shopping for some warm weather clothes, beach wear and the like. I'm here to chauffer you both for the day.”

Annie, who had not been addressed, looked up to Jamal and asked “Can I at least finish my breakfast?”

Anton spoke first “Marcus said to go right now.”

Annie looked at Jamal with a bit of a puppy dog look in her eye. Jamal let an almost imperceptible smile grace his countenance. He looked at Anton and in his deep rumble of a voice said firmly “She can finish breakfast.”

Anton knew the discussion was over, you never contradicted Jamal if you knew what was good for your health. Even Marcus would pause when Jamal spoke.

Once Annie finished her coffee and took the last bite of her bagel, they left for the parking garage. Anton leading the way with Jamal bringing up the rear, behind Annie.

The stop at the photo studio was short. The photographer put Annie, Jamal and Anton against a plain white back drop and took head shots of them individually, They were in and out with in 20 minutes.

The rest of the day was spent browsing through dress shops, lingere shops swim and summer wear shops with Annie purchasing about 20 different dresses and casual pant suit outfits, 10 lingere sets and about the same number of sexy swim suits, some of which were bikinis and some very revealing one piece affairs.

She knew she had the right choices when she modelled her outfits and her two escorts sported tents in their pants.

That night in bed, after they had had another round of explosive sex and Marcus had pumped his usual huge load in her fertile and unprotected cunt, Annie asked him “What was today all about? Some quick photos and all that shopping?”

“Oh didn't I tell you ? “ he said sleepily now that he had cum, “We're going on vacation. To the south of Cuba. I have a villa there on the Carribean. I haven't been there in a couple of years and I felt I needed a break.”

“We leave tomorrow morning on my private jet.” Marcus yawned “get some sleep we have a busy day tomorrow.”

With that he rolled over to spoon her and holding her breast, promptly fell asleep.

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Annie

Marcus must have friends at the passport office because at about 9:30 the next morning our passports arrived via a Canada Post courier. Those things usually take weeks to be processed and we had overnight service.

We were rushing around trying to get out to the airport when the doctor pulled me aside and handed me a specimen cup and said he needed a couple of vials of blood for testing. He drew the lood and told me to go into the bathroom and pee in the specimen cup, secure the lid and return it to him.

I did as I was told and he trundled off, to his lab I presumed.

I had very little to pack, mostly just the things I had bought yesterday and a few personal toiletries.

Marcus travelled fairly light as well, he only brought two large suit cases and a carry on bag.

There were six additional persons accompanying us, Anton, who would apparently double as my guardian since Jamal, as an American citizen, was not allowed to visit Cuba; the Doctor of course; three strong silent types, who looked rather tough and a woman who was some type of secretary, named Janeen, who for some unknown reason kept looking daggers at me. I had no idea why, I'd never even met the woman.

We were just about to board the limos to take us to the private airport where Marcus' Gulfstream private jet awaited us, when the doctor approached Marcus with a sheet of paper in his hand. They conversed briefly, the doctor handed him the sheet of paper and Marcus smiled broadly.

We all boarded the limos and were off to the airport.

Arcus and I were alone in the first limo in the convoy. Marcus had raised the partition between us and the driver. We were in complete privacy.

As soon as we began to move Marcus was all over me. He opened my blouse and began to suckle my breasts. I thought it strange that he was so excited he was shaking. His hand went under my skirt and he be gan to rub my pantiless crotch, sliding one then two thick fingers along my wet slit. He drove his fingers into my wet hole as soon as he could. I was in ecstacy. I was cumming gently now just from his fingering me.

Marcus undid his pants and freed his enormous erection. It seemed that he was even bigger and harder than normal. With little further foreplay he pushed himself inside of me. I was now so wet he slid right in, right to his root. His pumping in and out was almost frantic, like he couldn't wait to cum in me.

He had never been this intense before. As he fucked me it was like his cock was vibrating and when he abruptly came, I swore that he came even more than he usually did.

He didn't pull out after he came, he just rocked back and forth slowly and I could feel him getting rock hard again. He began fucking me again and I started to have one orgasm after another, still he fucked me like he couldn't get enough of me, couldn't get deep enough in me although he was balls deep and then some in me already.

Pounding me faster and faster he finally came again with an ear shattering roar, and his usual huge quantity of sperm.

He lay on top of me sweating and breathing hard, trying to calm down and regain his composure.

“What brought THAT on?” I asked him trying to catch my own breath and composure.

“I have some news for you.” he said looking into my eyes with a strange look, a very loving look.

“You're pregnant.”
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Re: Winners & Losers Chapter 1

Unread post by SamWarrens » Tue Mar 21, 2017 11:08 pm

I originally thought I would post each chapter as a separate subject in the Library index. But seeing the way Xleglover posts and several others, it just seemed more logical and efficient to post under one heading. I've asked allengt to alter the subject heading to remove the Chapter 1 part of the heading so it will soon just say Winners & Losers. I write as a hobby and though I have a couple of chapters written it may sometimes be a while between posts.
I apologize in advance for that. When I get into reading a story series I can be quite impatient for the next chapter too. I'm a fan of Xleglover's current series and it is agony waiting for the next weekly chapter, so I know how you feel.
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Loved the story, highly erotic, and your description of events really added realism, to the point, i found myself as the third person, in the room experencing the invasion of the monster, causing the rippling of her belly button, as Marcus Injected her womb with his babymaking seed. I hope, and can't wait for the next chapter.

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Glad you enjoyed the story. There are several more chapters to come.
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I'm really enjoying your story, thanks!

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X; I'm flattered that you like it. Your writings have inspired me to write this and several others. Look at Literotica for two others published there.
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This is a very good start to a story. Well written; good characterization. I enjoyed it.

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A-MA-ZING story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fantastic!!! Can't wait for more ;)

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Am very much enjoying this story. Please do continue!

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Well written, enjoyable, and getting ansy for next chapter. Btw. Glad u had a redhead in your story (big smile)

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Almost too hot to handle Sam ..............don't stop now

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Glad you liked it. Several more chapters to come.
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Winners & Losers Chapter 3
By Sam Warrens
Copyright Apr.10, 2017

Annie

Pounding me faster and faster he finally came again with an ear shattering roar, and his usual huge quantity of sperm.

He lay on top of me sweating and breathing hard, trying to calm down and regain his composure.

“What brought THAT on?” I asked him trying to catch my own breath and composure.

“I have some news for you,” he said looking into my eyes with a strange look, a very loving look.

“You're pregnant.”

Bill

The first month had passed. I wondered where and how my wife Annie was.

I had a good idea what Marcus Masters was doing with her. Thank God Annie had an IUD. Yeah, she thought she had been so secretive about that, but I knew. I may have been slipping in the intimate attention department of late, but the last time we made love I had noticed the nylon filament attached to it in her vagina.

I wasn't stupid. I knew what it meant. She had, or was about to, step out on me with another man or men.

I knew it was my fault. You can't ignore your woman, especially as beautiful and sexy a woman as Annie, for very long before they find someone else to fulfill their needs. I had not paid enough attention to Annie for far too long.

Building my business had taken a huge effort, but I had told myself it was for us, for our future, that it would all be worth it. Then the recession hit. Everything I'd built started to crumble before my eyes.

I panicked. I borrowed on everything I had to keep my business, my dream, alive. It wasn't enough. Without letting Annie know, I broke my promise to her and remortgaged the house to the max. It still wasn't enough to keep the business running smoothly.

I had to let some of my staff go, I cut my salary in half. Still not enough. Cut to a quarter, still not enough. It was getting hard to pay our household bills.

I had been a fair poker player in college, so I thought “Hey I can take those skills to the pro circuit and make some big bucks there.” Boy, was I surprised. Not only did I not win, I was soon in some serious debt with some pretty nasty types.

They started calling me at home, on my unlisted number. Annie answered it a couple of times. Thank goodness they always just asked for me and never said much to her. She must have known something was up because I was always angry and upset after these calls.

My business was doing better now. The recession had waned and there seemed to be some recovery and optimism in business circles.

In my illicit business, I was selling to mid level dealers who were each taking twenty to forty thousand dollars of product each week now. Alvarez was supplying pretty good quality product to me. I could cut it two or three times, sometimes as much as four times and sell it to my customers for $160 to $180 thousand depending on the going price and whether the dealer I sold to got a volume discount price or not.

I had enough to pay the 50% of the vig to Marcus now that the first month was over.

It bothered me to know how the other half of the vig was being paid. Indeed how the full vig was paid for the first 4 weeks. I could see my Annie writhing under that black bastard Marcus Masters as he fucked her mercilessly. If I couldn't make this work he would take her from me. He'd be able to fuck her permanently, maybe even breed her with his black offspring.

The thought of him taking her, of having sex with her tore out my guts. It made it hard to think and I needed to be sharp and thinking if I was ever going to get us out of this mess. Worse was the idea of that black bastard impregnating her. It didn't matter why she got it, I was glad she had the IUD now.

I took the prepaid “burner” cell phone out of my pocket. I never used them more than three times to make it harder for the cops to trace my calls. I called Alvarez to arrange a meeting for the next day.

“New meet spot.” I said. “Trafalgar Square, food court, usual time plus 30.”

“Got it.” Alvarez replied, and he hung up.

If the cops were listening and if they knew our usual meet time they would arrive an hour late. Plus thirty really meant minus 30 minutes from the usual time. The meet was set for 11:00 AM not noon.

Promptly at 11:00 the next day I walked into the Trafalgar Square Mall in Oakville (a suburb about 40 minutes west of Toronto) I sat at a table near the Tim Horton's Coffee kiosk and waited for Alvarez.

Within two minutes Alvarez sat beside me. He had watched me arrive but watched for a bit to be sure there was no one following me.

I got right to business, “ I need a bigger order for next week, $120,000 in coke and $40,000 in smack.”

“Whoa there big fella.” said Alvarez holding up his hands palms out and eyes wide. “I can't move that kind of weight.”

“What's the problem?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“You're stretching my weight limit now at $80K.” was the reply. “Besides, I start moving that kind of weight, I get the wrong kind of attention – and not just from the cops. My 'competitors' will think I'm getting too big for my britches and will want to take me down a peg or two, if I'm lucky.”

“Is there a bigger source you can refer me to then?” I asked.

“No.” was the reply.

Thinking hard for a minute, I asked next “Can you refer me to one of your competitors?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Alvarez choked out. “That would cut my own throat, why would I shift my business to them? And any way they couldn't do any better than I can in terms of shipped weight – this ain't New York or LA or Miami you know.”

“I'm not talking about you losing any business at all.” I explained “I'm talking about alternate suppliers. If you can't do the weight by yourself, that I need, then you AND one of your 'competitors' can supply me with what I need. Its win /win. I get what I need, you get brownie points with a rival for referring the business. Tell them what you want as to why you're sending business their way, just make it happen.”

A light went on in Alvarez's head. “Hey maybe I can get a commission on all the volume I send him. Great idea Bill – you're right, win/win for every body. I'll set it up, I'll see you next week, I'll send the location by text.”

With business concluded we stood up, shook hands and left by different exits.

Annie

I sat in stunned silence during the rest of the trip to the airport and pretty much the whole four hour flight.

“I'm pregnant” was the thought that kept running through my mind. Followed with the variation, “I'm pregnant with Marcus Masters' black child - or children,” when I remembered the fertility drugs I had been given every week.

I hadn't even noticed that I had missed my period, although I realized I should have started it yesterday.

I should have been suspicious because you could usually set your watch by the timing of the start of my monthly cycle.

I realized that I must have been impregnated around the first time Marcus fucked me that morning after my 'massage' treatment. I was ovulating that day, and the three days following.

Since he found out I was pregnant with at least one of his children, Marcus' demeanour around me had changed. After the incredible fucking in the limo on the way to the airport, he was much more gentle with me, more caring of my comforts and needs. He became very attentive and – how to describe it? - lovey dovey.

He held my hand, stroked my hand and arm on the plane. Gently kissed my hands, my cheek. Put his arms gently, protectively, around me as we walked through the private terminal at the north end of Pearson International Airport near Derry Road. Asked if the air conditioning was too cold, not enough? Did I need a blanket?

He was almost cute, if I didn't know he was also a ruthless gangster, capable of killing anyone in his way in a moment's notice.

As I said, the flight was uneventful, I was coming to grips with the fact of my pregnancy the whole trip.

We had left the club at about 10:00 that morning, but by the time we had driven to the airport, unloaded the vehicles, loaded the luggage on the plane and filed our flight plan, it was about 1:00 pm when we lifted off from Pearson International. Flight time of four hours meant it was about 5:00 PM when we landed at Aeropuerto Alberto Delgado in Cuba.

It was another hour to clear Cuban customs, load the vehicles that waited for us and then start the two hour drive to Marcus' estate south of Boca on the shore of the Caribbean. It was getting dark as we arrived at the Estate.

Marcus' employees had opened the estate, aired it out, made beds, stocked the kitchen and made everything ready for our arrival.

Despite not having done much but sit in an airplane for most of the day, everyone was tired and elected to go to be early after a night cap. Everyone had an alcoholic drink but me.

“No booze for the mommy to be.” Marcus had made abundantly clear to everyone. I got a fruit punch drink.

We all sat around for about an hour, enjoyed our drinks then in ones and twos headed off to assigned rooms to sleep.

Marcus and I went off together of course, hand in hand.

Our bedroom was on the second floor , down a long hall way that ran north off the main staircase up from the front entrance foyer.

I was surprised to see a guard outside the bedroom door dressed in a para military uniform and sporting an automatic weapon.

As we approached he leaned over to open the bedroom door for us.

“Senor Masters” he said in apparent greeting.

“Diego.” Marcus replied, and we stepped through the doorway and Diego shut it behind us.

As in the hotel back in Canada, the lights came on as we moved into the suite. “dim, dim” Marcus said and the lights dimmed to about 10% of the original intensity. Enough to see by but not so bright as day, almost like soft candle light, romantic.

I looked at Marcus and enquired “Why the guard? You afraid I'm going to run away?”

He looked at me and decided I was joking. “No that's not it. Cuba is way more civilized and safer than it was even just a few years ago. People are pretty safe in the resorts and tourist areas. But here, basically in the wilds, there are still those who resent those of us with wealth and power, and some who think that abduction, kidnapping and ransom are still reasonable ways to make a living.”

“You may not have noticed them because they are paid to be unobtrusive and discrete, but there are three teams of two, heavily armed men who patrol the grounds at all times. They are there to 'discourage' those who might be tempted to abduct one of my guests, or me.”

In a final stern voice Marcus said, “You must NEVER leave the grounds unattended by Anton or one of the guards. Do you hear me? NEVER. You are too precious to me. Nothing untoward will happen to you in my care if you follow that simple rule.”

I saw worry in his eyes then. I also saw a flicker of something else, it lasted only a moment, then was gone from my sight. Was that softness? Did Marcus Masters, gangster, ruthless capitalist, actually care... for me?

He held me tight. He held me like he was afraid if he let go, I would disappear in a puff of smoke. Holding me around my shoulders he suddenly dropped one arm behind my knees and swooped me up into his arms and carried me to the big four poster bed in the room and gently laid me down on it.

This being the tropics there were white mosquito nets drawn back on all sides of the bed, Marcus quickly untethered them and dropped them into place on all sides of the bed, then crawled into the bed beside me under the netting. He leaned down and softly and gently kissed me. His kiss lingered, becoming more passionate with each passing moment. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues began the duel of lust.

As we kissed we undressed each other, tenderly, carefully. This was different to every other time we had fucked. There was no passionate tearing off of clothes, no rough fondling of breasts and cock and pussy. No hurried fire filled passionate rutting. This was slower, more tender. Passion was not a roaring bonfire but more like a slow banked fire that produced as much heat without all the flame.

I suddenly realized – were weren't fucking, we were making love. Slowly and tenderly making love.

Marcus kept looking deep into my eyes, watching my face as I had repeated orgasms. Looking as deep into my eyes as his cock seemed to be inside of me. I came over and over again.

After about twenty minutes of this luxurious sex, I felt Marcus speed up just a bit and his thrusts began to be more forceful, I felt his cock head swell and he began to cum, gently into my so grateful pussy, rope after rope after rope of his thick white cream. As usual he filled my vagina to overflowing. He stayed hard inside me for the longest time, trapping his seed in my pregnant body as if he wanted me to be doubly pregnant.

He collapsed on top of me, recapturing his breath. He suddenly raised himself up on his arms, his slowly deflating penis still inside me and looked at me. There was that soft look again.

“Annie...Annie I...uh...I...” he started but couldn't finish. Then, as if a wave washed over him, that look vanished again. He pulled out of me . “I think we should get some sleep,” he said, “it's been a long day and we need to spend tomorrow getting settled in.”

With that he got under the covers and rolled on to his side with his back to me and went to sleep.

I was left mystified. “What was that all about? I felt like he was going to say something else...something completely different.” I thought to myself.

I took a quick trip to the en-suite bathroom to clean myself then slipped back in bed. With a bit of difficulty I too was soon fast asleep.

Marcus

I laid on my side feigning sleep. “Marcus, what the hell are you thinking?” I asked myself silently.

Was I about to put truth to the old joke that “Men are like carpets...lay them right and you can walk on them forever...” ? Like some starry eyed teenager who got laid for the first time I had nearly told Annie I loved her.

What the fuck! She was a piece of property that one way or the other was going to help make me a shit load of money ; provide some pretty decent sex and be a brood mare to one or two kids for me. That's what I had told myself when I set this whole thing in motion.

I had survived this long in my profession by following two basic rules.

1. Keep your eye on the ball. Always know what the objective is and don't waiver from what you need to do to achieve it.
2. Don't get attached. You can't lose if you have nothing to lose. Attachments to people or things leaves you vulnerable to your competitors and enemies.

I had become successful and wealthy strictly by adhering to those simple rules. Now, here I was, in relation to Annie, clearly breaking rule 2 and skirting very close to breaking rule 1.

“Ass hole, you're in this for the cash and maybe a damned fine piece of ass for a few months.” I told myself.

“That isn't how its turning out, is it?” I thought. “You really are developing feelings for her, aren't you? You damned near let the cat out of the bag, fool.”

I laid there for several minutes listening to her soft breathing and delightful little snoring sounds. I finally admitted to myself that I had fallen in love with this beautiful woman. For the very first time in my life I was in love, hopelessly smitten, and I didn't know what to do about it.

Annie

Sometime during the night Marcus had rolled over and was now spooning me with his left arm under my left arm and his hand cupping my left breast. I felt so safe and protected in his arms. I didn't want to disturb him or ruin the tranquil feeling I was having. Mother nature had other ideas, I had to pee, and the urge was getting worse by the second.

I tried to gently lift his hand off of my breast so that I could slide out from under his arm and escape to the bathroom, but as I did so Marcus awoke and grabbed my breast in a tighter grip, pinning me to his body.

I could feel his 'morning wood' pressed into the cleft of my ass cheeks.

“C'mere” he growled as he pulled me to himself. He spun me around so that I was facing him then he rolled on top of me and slid that massive cock into my very wet pussy. We were in the classic 'missionary' position. His cock was incredibly, steel hard and sliding in and out of my cunt. I was ramping up to what looked to be a massive orgasm.

“Marcus, Marcus, let me up I have to pee” I cried. Marcus never faltered and kept on pumping into me with that magnificent cock of his. My orgasm was getting closer, the urge to pee was increasing every time his pubic bone bashed into my clit. He kept on driving into me over and over and I was trying to hold off my orgasm.

“Marcus! Please, please I have to pee! Please let me up!” I begged him.

I felt his cock begin to swell, telling me his orgasm was imminent, as was mine. I orgasmed and it felt like the bottom had fallen out of the world, I felt Marcus release his load at the same time. I also felt my bladder release some of the stored urine from my full bladder. I was mortified.

I knew that Marcus knew it too. He knew I had peed on him. I was sure he would now let me up to use the bathroom. I could smell the pungent odour of my urine. But he didn't. He only paused for a second and then began to fuck my cum filled, pissed on pussy again. I had barely finished my first orgasm and could feel another stronger one building.

Marcus pumped in and out of my sloppy pussy making obscene squelching sounds as he pushed me toward another intense orgasm. I was so turned on now I was uttering gibberish and moaning loudly.

“AAAAAHHHHHH GGGGAAAWD OOOHH OOOHHH YYYYYEEESSSSS MMMMMMAAAAARRRCUSSSSSSSS” My pussy was a sodden mess covered with Marcus' and my cum, my pee and from my leaking pussy juice. Each in stroke made a wet smacking sound. My orgasm exploded inside me I was totally lost in it. Marcus came again with five or six ropes of his thick sticky cum – I let go all of my remaining piss . I simply couldn't hold it any longer. Marcus didn't even slow down this time he just kept fucking me through my orgasm and my pissing.

Unbelievably, my last orgasm didn't quite end and I was building to another one, I was completely lost in it – orgasm after orgasm, unending bliss. Marcus was still steel hard inside me and pumping for all he was worth. I was slipping in and out of consciousness riding waves of orgasmic pleasure.
When I peaked this time I squirted my orgasm all over Marcus' abdomen and the bed – as if it wasn't wet enough already. Marcus blew another load into me – his third in the past hour.

As his penis began to relax and shrink Marcus, still inside me did something quite outside of my experience – he began to urinate inside my pussy. I felt the red hot stream inside me. Unlike when he was cumming this felt totally different. It was hotter than cum and it went on and on much longer than an ejaculation. Strangely I enjoyed the sensation.

My cunt began to empty out from all his piss and the three loads of cum and what remained of my vaginal fluids.

My pussy burned a bit from the acidic urine from both of us and from the raw pussy pounding Marcus had given me this morning.

Marcus looked into my eyes, “I don't know what came over me, I've NEVER done that before” he said softly. “I'm sorry.”

I didn't know what to say to him. I just reached up, put my hands behind his neck and pulled him down to me and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. He returned the kiss with the same fervour.

When we parted lips I looked at him with a smirk on my face and said “I think we need a shower and a new mattress.”

“Yeah,” he replied with a similar smirk, “I think you're right.”

We got up and went into the shower together where we made out and had sex again.

I asked the doctor later that day if what we had done would in any way harm the baby. He told me that first of all urine is pretty much sterile as it leaves the body. The cervical plug that forms during pregnancy should be sufficient to prevent any urine or bacteria from entering the womb. He knew that Marcus was free of any STIs, so the risk of infection was low. He told me to let him know if I developed any yeast infection or had any vaginal discomfort over the next week. He said he didn't recommend the practice on a regular basis but periodically, if that was our kink, it was ok.

Over the next two weeks Marcus and I settled into a comfortable routine. There was still lots and lots of sex with Marcus. The sex was still intensely passionate, but more loving and not as rough as it had been at the club in Toronto. We were fucking two and three times a day, every day.

Did I say fucking? It was more like making love, passionate love making rather than fucking. It was more like what a couple in deep love would do, what Bill and I had done years ago.

Bill was fading from my memory more each day. I idly wondered what he was doing to get me free from Marcus, but I was less and less concerned as time passed. I had been with Marcus now for almost two months, I was pregnant with his child.

Marcus was fucking me so well and so often with orgasms like I had never had before in my life.

Marcus had stopped giving me either drug for several weeks now and I was still having uncontrollable urges to fuck him silly. My wanton urges were now all me , without the effects of the ecstasy drug.

I had to admit it to myself, I was falling in love with him and his humongous cock. I wanted him to fuck me multiple times every day. I was happy that I was pregnant, I wanted to bear his child.

Once or sometimes twice a week Anton and Diego would escort myself and Janeen into either the local town of Casilda or all the way to Trinidad to go shopping for supplies mostly and for local dresses, makeup and lotions – lots of suntan lotion and also condoms for the guards to use with the local women.

Janeen and I were cordial to each other, or should I say she was cordial to me. Despite my best efforts to strike up a friendship with her she was always distant, even slightly hostile to me. I had no idea why she acted that way. As far as I knew I had done nothing to elicit this attitude from her.

It was the third week since we had landed in Cuba. It meant that I was about seven to eight weeks pregnant. I had noticed that my abdomen was beginning to thicken a little. Looking at me, most people wouldn't notice, but I looked in the mirror and thought “You look like you ate a huge meal or have put on about five pounds.”

The doctor, I finally learned his name was Dr. Ernst von Zundel, was keeping a close eye on my pregnancy. That week he accompanied Anton and I into Trinidad to a medical clinic there that had ultrasound equipment. He was eager to perform an ultra sound to check up on the state of the child.

Anton stayed in the waiting room as the doctor and I went to the exam room.

Imagine his and my surprise when there were not one, but three sets of heartbeats beating strongly in my womb.

“Triplets!” he said with some emotion. “Marcus is going to be thrilled.”

“I'm glad though that we found out this early in your pregnancy. Multiple births can be tricky. We are going to up your prenatal vitamins and you will have to avoid strenuous exercise and that includes any vigorous sexual activity.”

“Marcus won't be too thrilled with that.” I said wryly.

Von Zundel smiled at that, “He'll live,” he said .

I cleaned up, redressed and the doctor and I collected Anton from the waiting room and went shopping. The doctor went to the pharmacy to pick up a case of the new vitamins. Anton and I went to the maternity shop to get a couple of maternity smocks to prepare for the vast increase in my middle and tummy that was sure to occur since I was going to have triplets. “My god, triplets,” I thought to myself, “would Bill even want me back after I was all stretched out of shape from having triplets!”

My next thought was “Would Marcus?”

Truth be known, I was more concerned about Marcus than Bill at that moment.

Would Marcus still want to fuck me with my tummy all fat and stretched? Would I be able to get even part of my figure back after delivering three babies?

Anton

I, Anton Williams grew up in the ghetto of the Jane and Finch corridor in Toronto, the cesspool of gangs, drugs, guns and prostitutes. You grew up fast and you grew up tough or you didn't get to grow up at all.

In that environment if you saw something you wanted, you took it. I knew what I wanted. I wanted Annie Compton.

First I wanted to fuck her, fuck her more than once, then I wanted to sell her on the white slave market. I could get at least a half million for her, a good looking blonde with great tits and ass – more if they knew about her deep throating abilities.

The fly in the ointment was that she was pregnant. It dropped her value considerably. I had to move fast before she started to show her condition.

I had some contacts with a group of men who were capable of helping me pull off what I had planned.

On one of our “shopping trips” the other guard would be bribed or killed and Mrs Annie Compton would simply disappear, never to be heard from again, unless you happened to visit some middle eastern harem. They would make sure she would never be able to get pregnant and she would spend the rest of her life fucking some old greasy Arab until he got tired of her then she would fuck his body guards until they got tired of her and then she would be put in a local brothel until she died of some venereal disease or AIDS.

I didn't care what happened to her after I got my half million.

Time was of the essence. It would take me about two weeks to get everything set. Work to do, work to do.

Bill

It was the middle of the week and about 2 months into the four months that bastard Masters had given me to pay off his debt. I got an unexpected call around noon.

“There is a Mr. Masters calling for you on line 3,” my secretary Jodie said on the intercom. “He said it's personal.”

“Damned right it's personal,” I thought. “Thanks, I've got it”. I replied.

Picking up the phone and tabbing line 3, I growled “Yeah what do you want Marcus?”

The voice on the other end chuckled and in a false cheery tone said “ And a happy Wednesday afternoon to you too Bill.”

“You didn't call to wish me a happy anything – What do you want?” I snarled.

“Ok, pleasantries over I see” said Marcus in an even tone.

“Just called to get us both updated, since we're at the halfway mark in our little deal. So here it is – I see you've been able to make the vig payments since your wife's 'services' stopped paying your way.” he sneered.

“ I also know how you are managing it, how you're raising the money. It sure isn't from that pansy little legit business you play at running. I never thought you had it in you Bill. You have my grudging admiration.”

“Nobody cares if you admire it or not” I shot back, “As long as I can pay you off and get my wife and property back and get back to living my normal life.”

“Your wife, yes I imagine you'd like to hear about her wouldn't you Bill. Well, she's healthy and right now sunning herself on the patio of my villa here in Cuba.” Marcus gloated.

“CUBA!!” I exploded. “You never said you were going to take her out of Canada!”

“Never said I wouldn't either.” his smug response twisted my gut ache even further. I hated this man.

Switching to his fake lighthearted, smarmy tone he said almost calmly “ The other piece of news I have for you is that she is pregnant.”

He might just as well have gut shot me.

The wrenching pain and my sudden inability to breath prevented a reply.

Then he fired the 'coupe de grace'. “In fact she is pregnant not with one, not with two but with three of my babies – your wife is going to have triplets.”

I sat there with the phone in my hand, unable to breath, to think. My heart was racing so much I thought it would pound out of my chest. Then the agony hit me. My Annie, my Annie, OH GOD!! Annie what has this bastard done! Even if I paid this bastard every dime, I had already lost the most precious thing in my life.

Finally regaining my ability to breath (thank God breathing is a reflex), I croaked out “How?”

“You're old enough to know about the birds and bees Bill, you know how.” he sneered. “As to practicalities, we found her IUD on the second day when we gave her a medical and we removed it. We know you're sterile Bill, so we wondered if you knew she had one implanted. Did you know Bill?” he teased. “Did you know ? Can you guess why she had one implanted, Bill? I don't think she was happy at home Bill, but as you can see I've been keeping her happy Bill, very happy indeed. She REALLY likes black cock now Bill. She loves my big, big, thick black cock now Bill.”

Driving the knife into my heart further, he went on, “After taking my huge cock for four months and birthing three, count 'em Bill, three, black babies she'll never even feel your puny white dick again, that is if she decides to even go back to fucking you.”

I couldn't take any more, not another word from this smug ass hole.

“FUCK YOU BLACK BASTARD!!!!!” I screamed as I slammed the phone into the receiver.

In my mind I could see that son of a bitch smiling that oily smile as he hung up the phone in Cuba. He knew, and I knew, and I knew he knew, that he had won this round.

For the first time in my adult life I leaned forward on my desk and cried.
Great minds may think alike, but fools seldom differ.

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Wed Apr 12, 2017 2:38 pm

I see several hundred people have read chapter 3 since I posted it, but not one single comment, positive or negative. I'm perplexed.
If no one likes the series enough to comment one way or the other, maybe I shouldn't put further effort into it.
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Unread post by Lizardtantrum » Wed Apr 12, 2017 3:02 pm

I like it! Keep it going! You're doing great.

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Re: Winners and Losers

Unread post by peakmb » Wed Apr 12, 2017 3:45 pm

Sam,
You've created a very good story but currently the piece has no heroes. No one to cheer for, to get behind. All the players have a side which you'd probably want to use gloves to handle if it came in a jar. For me that just means the embed process takes a bit longer. I hope you continue it, I just hope someone emerges as someone worth following. Mind you, that didn't work out in the last election did it...

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Wed Apr 12, 2017 8:37 pm

Peakmb; In my experience there are no true heros. Everyone has a dark side. How "good" or how "bad" a person is depends entirely upon your point of view. I may think that Trump is the biggest fool to walk the earth since Adolf Hitler, but that is only from my POV. Clearly there were others who disagreed with me and think he is like the second coming of Christ. Only time will tell and who knows what pickidellos we will learn of him as the honeymoon phase wears thin.
Skeletons have a nasty habit of finding their way out of closets.
This story will show the good and bad sides of our two major adversaries. Neither one is a true "White Hat" who cleanly and purely saves the day. Neither one is truly sullied beyond redemption.
Pretty much like real life.
We, the public, rarely get to see and hear about the "real story" regardless what the tabloids or main stream press tries to tell us. We only get smatterings and even those are seen through a coloured lens.
The story will reveal what men will do when pushed to extremes. Their hands rarely stay completely clean.
So if you are looking for a John Wayne type story where the hero gets the girl, kisses his horse and they all ride off into the sunset - this ain't it.

I just hope you enjoy the ride that we have.

I appreciate your feed back in any event. Thanks for reading my story and taking the time to comment.
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Unread post by norbertrichard » Thu Apr 13, 2017 5:08 am

Your story, seems to mirror every day life in the world today, everywhere you look, you see black and white couples, even on tv, all the commercials show the mix of cultures, mostly black guys, with white women, in inviroments that would leed you to assume that they are dating, or married, some showing mixed race children. This has come about quite suddenly, and i wonder if it is not being forced upon the public, by pressure from associations, that threaten advertisers with boycott if they don't comply. Great story, curious as to further chapters.

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Unread post by erichaa » Sun Apr 16, 2017 11:56 am

Love your story; looking forward to the next chapter!

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Unread post by OOAA » Sun Apr 16, 2017 4:21 pm

AMAZING chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Unread post by sensual9696 » Sun Apr 16, 2017 7:45 pm

This is a superb series of chapters! They're well written, sexy as hell and most enjoyable to read... please keep posting them!

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Unread post by hotwivesforever98 » Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:47 pm

Great story. Please keep going.

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