Winners and Losers
Posted: 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.
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.