Patriotic Duty
written by:
Stormbringer

Patriotic Duty Copyright 2010 by Stormbringer Stormbringerstories@gmail.com

Note: This is my version of a story called "Civic Duty" that has been on the web for nearly as long as I've been writing. Unfortunately, the copy I have does not list an author or I'd give him credit for the inspiration. I've also lifted my personal prohibition against use of the "N" word after taking a poll on the E&I universe fan group with the vast majority (84%) of voters not having a problem with it. I haven't decided on whether or not to make it a regular thing. Readers should feel free to let me know if they have objections.

Part 1: Insurance Scam

Chrissy Simmons leaned into the car window and kissed her husband Todd, goodbye. She stood back up and pulled the belt around her bathrobe tighter. Chrissy chatted for awhile, not wanting him to leave her again. Todd was off on another one of his extended business trips and she sighed. He hadn't even pulled out of the driveway yet and already she was feeling lonely and neglected. What she really needed was a job to keep her busy, but they didn't need the money and Todd liked coming home to a nice supper and a clean house or at least he did when he came home.

"Drive safely," she said, looking up as a black sedan slowly cruised past her house. She stared at the sedan as two black men in the front seats turned their heads, reflective sunglasses staring back at her as the sedan continued down the street. It turned right at the next block.

"Thanks," replied Todd. "I'll see you in a few days. Oh yeah honey?"

"What's that?"

"Thanks for the sex. Love ya."

Chrissy stepped back, laughing and watched her husband slowly back out of the driveway. They had made love last night and were trying to have a baby. It was one of the reasons she wasn't working. She waved as he backed onto the street and pulled forwards down the road. The same black sedan pulled up behind her husband and the two black men slowed down, staring at her again as they passed. Chrissy reflexively grabbed the robe up near her prodigious bosom and held it tight. Black men were not something one usually saw in this neighborhood or anywhere within miles of her house, unless you counted her garbage men.

She turned and entered her large, two story house, suddenly nervous about being home alone for four nights. She locked the front door and then went to check the back door and the door to her two car garage and then the patio door and after that the windows just to be sure. Feeling safe, Chrissy headed up the stairs to take a shower.

Entering the bathroom, she started the shower and let the robe fall to her feet. The beautiful young woman stood turning slightly as she examined herself in the mirror. At 27, she was in the prime of her life and never looked better. Her long dark red hair was straight and fell halfway down her back. Her hair leaned towards black colored over orange and many people assumed she dyed it, but it was all natural. Her eyes were a bright green and friends described them as having a playful spark. Her ears peaked out of her hair giving her an elfish appearance. She was tall at 5'10", lithe and fit. Chrissy had never found herself pretty, but men and everyone else seemed to disagree. She hated two things about her body. First, like many redheads, she had lots of freckles. The little blemishes were sparse in certain areas and clustered in others. Her cheeks, back, arms, and chest had clusters where the rest of her body, stomach and legs had just the occasional freckle. The second thing she hated about herself were her breasts. They would have been big on a heavier woman, but on Chrissy's trim, athletic frame, they were enormous. Surprisingly, the large D-cupped melons were free of her other defect. The freckles stopped at her chest, leaving her bosom pure white except for the pink circles of her areola. Her areola were as large as a soda can, but more ovals then perfect circles. They were bumpy and puffed out when she was cold or aroused. The nipples themselves were nearly and inch long, thick, and very sensitive. She loved to have them played with during sex and when Todd sucked on them, she was usually guaranteed an orgasm. Her breasts had developed early and gotten her a lot of attention from boys, mostly unwanted. She'd learned to cover them up and dress conservatively. Bulky blouses and sweaters made her look chubby, but men still stared. Todd had gone nuts the first time he saw her naked. At first, he'd encouraged her to dress sexier, but when he noticed the male attention Chrissy got showing a little cleavage or leg, he too preferred that she hide her figure whenever they weren‘t alone and Chrissy didn't complain.

Chrissy spun around and looked at her rear. Now there was something that looked good on her. Her rear was a perfect, pale, freckle free, globe that thrust out and filled a pair of tight jeans nicely. She usually wore long skirts though to take unwanted male attention off her ass. She turned back around and let her hand fall to her flat, almost muscular stomach. The hand slid down her navel, stopping just above the neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair. Maybe last night was the night, she prayed, wondering if a baby would be growing in there shortly. For a couple trying to get pregnant, they weren't exactly having a lot of sex leaving Chrissy feeling neglected and lonely. Todd was away a lot and when he was home, he often worked until eight or later. He claimed to be too tired for sex and often made promises for the next night only to beg off until the weekend and all too often they only made love once a week on Sunday mornings when he didn't have to get up early for work.

At the back of her mind, she wondered how committed he was to starting a family. He claimed things were frantic at work and swore he was ready to be a father, but her suspicious mind detected that their love making had slowed down as soon as she'd gone off the pill. A part of her felt that Todd was worried what a baby would do to her figure. Her breasts were large now, but they were firm and proud. Would they sag after childbirth? Would her belly and thighs be fatter? Todd told her he didn't care, but still they were lucky to have sex Sunday mornings or often every two weeks when he was away. Unfortunately, the resurgence in hormones when she went off the pill had her climbing the walls with horniness, especially when she felt it was her most fertile time and she felt that way this morning. She smiled, once again praying that last night had been the magic night.

Chrissy stepped into the shower and washed herself. Her red hair turned darker under the water until it was nearly black. She ran a bar of soap all over her body, almost moaning as the soap slid over her nipples, turning them hard. She moved out from under the water and quickly shaved a bit around her pubic patch, under her arms, and ran the razor up her smooth legs. She paused realizing, she could have gone days without shaving with Todd gone, but she'd done it by habit. She rinsed off again and stepped out of the shower.

Chrissy finished drying her body and had pulled the robe back around her body when the doorbell rang. She frowned, wondering who it could possibly be. She made a face when she realized it was probably Sam Sylvester, her neighbor. The 70 year old pervert was always ogling her and seemed to have no shame about doing so. The first thing he'd said to her when her and Todd moved in was, "I've got a thing for red heads, let me show it to you some time" and he'd said it right in front of Todd who just laughed it off. Sam would stare right at her breasts whenever they were talking. He was also always borrowing something from her or Todd, never returning it until they asked or paying them back if it were food.. Sam had a bedridden, sick wife and was always coming over for flour or aspirin, among other things. Apparently his sick wife must have done all their shopping. The bell rang again and she considered ignoring it. If it was Sam, he seemed to instinctively know when Todd was away and always tried to linger in her house when they were alone. The one time she had accepted his offer to play cards, he'd wanted to turn it into a game a strip rummy. The bell rang again and she decided to hurry downstairs. After all, it could have been the mailman or UPS driver.

Chrissy peeked through the window and froze. She almost wished it was Sam when she saw who was outside her house. It was the two black men who had been driving around earlier. One looked about fifty and the other in his late twenties, though she found age hard to tell with those people. They were fit, wearing dark suits, and reflective sunglasses. The older one had a shaved head making judging his age more difficult and the younger one had a military style flat top. He carried a briefcase. The one at the door was raising a black finger back up to the bell when she called, "What do you want?" through the door.

"Ma'am," said the older black man in a deep voice. "I'm agent Jenkins and this is agent Smith. We're with the FBI, fraud division."

Chrissy opened up her door, but kept the chain lock on. She peered through the crack. "Can I see your badges?"

The one called Jenkins, held up a wallet and flipped it open, showing her his FBI badge. The man behind him also flashed his. "May we come in, Ma'am?"

Chrissy hesitated, long enough she felt uncomfortable keeping them waiting. Finally, she closed the door, undid the chain, and opened it back up. "Sorry, you can't be too sure these days."

Jenkins' black lips curled up in a wry smile. "I understand completely," he replied, showing no more emotion, but she suspected he knew it was his skin color that had made her wary of him.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Not at all, ma'am," said Jenkins, flashing her a reassuring grin filled with big white teeth. "We're investigating a couple of scam artists operating an insurance fraud in the area and we'd like to talk to you about it."

"Well, I wouldn't know anything about that," she said, her heart racing. "But I will keep an eye out for you."

"Well, we were hoping you might be able to help us stop these dirt bags."

"Oh! I'm not sure what I could do to help, but... Where are my manners? Have a seat. Can I get you some iced tea?

"That would be great," said Jenkins, taking a seat on a large plush sofa. Smith stood nearby. They removed their glasses.

Chrissy hurried over to the kitchen and got the two men glasses of iced tea. She returned to the living room with the glasses and handed them to the FBI agents. They took them and thanked her as she sat down on a chair across from them. She kept her legs closed as her robe was short and ran above her knees when she sat.

"You saw us drive past earlier?" asked Jenkins.

"Yes," she replied, nodding.

The two dirt bags in question appear to prefer attractive young housewives," said Jenkins.

"Oh! I see," said Chrissy, blushing a little.

"Yes ma'am, you looked perfect," said Smith.

Chrissy blush grew as well did the nervousness she seemed to feel around black men. They both had picked her because they found her attractive.

"The men committing this crime always scout the neighborhood, just as we did to find you. They seek pretty young women who appear to be home alone and approach them with an offer of comprehensive life insurance that appears to good to be true. The catch is that the promotional offer is only good for those who sign up on the spot for a down payment. Usually these kind of insurance scams are aimed at the elderly."

"Then why do these men target young women?" she asked, curiously.

The two FBI agents turned and glanced at each other, nervously. Smith finally said, "One of the men poses as a doctor and offers an on the spot physical if you haven't had one done in the last week, which of course, no one has. They use it as an opportunity to feel you up, excuse my language."

"I see," replied Chrissy, looking aghast as she leaned back and put her hand on her chest. Her eyes were wide open.

"It's not that bad," said Jenkins. "These men are after money after all and it doesn't need to come down to that. Several of their female victims have stripped naked for both men, even allowing a full cavity investigation and one naive newlywed even let them take nude pictures of her for her file."

"They sound like monsters," said Chrissy horrified that anyone could be so stupid as to fall for that.

"Most women have smartly refused," added Smith. "They let them examine her over her clothes or demand to see an actual doctor."

"My gosh!" Chrissy didn't even like going to her gynecologist.

"You agree that these men need to be stopped?" asked Jenkins.

"Absolutely, but I still don't see why you need my help."

"May I ask your name, Ma'am?" asked Smith.

"Chrissy Simmons."

"Well Mrs. Simmons, these men are currently having breakfast at the Denny's out on the highway after staying at the Super 8 next door. We have men watching them."

Chrissy nodded. She and Todd often ate there as it was only two miles from her house.

"Yes, they are right outside your development. We expect them to take a cruise through here today, maybe tomorrow. We need you to stand outside and lure these men here."

"I'm bait!" Chrissy was horrified at the thought. "That sounds dangerous. Can't you just arrest them?"

"These men are smart," said Jenkins. "We need to catch them red handed. You won't be in any danger, Mrs. Simmons. We want to place hidden cameras here in this room and we'll be right outside listening and watching."

"I don't think my husband would approve," she said.

"Where is Mr. Simmons?" asked Smith. "Was he leaving for work the first time we drove by?

"Well, he just left on a four day trip."

"Then whether or not to tell him is up to you. Mrs. Simmons. Once they show up, it'll only take us a short time to nail them. Mr. Simmons need never know and we plan to catch them on tape so you won't need to testify at a trial. If you help us, you will be doing the bureau, your neighbors, and your country a big favor. It's your patriotic duty, ma'am."

Chrissy paused in thought. "I do consider myself a patriot, gentlemen."

"Then it's settled," said Jenkins. "I thank you. Your country thanks you. Smith, get the cameras."

Chrissy waited while Smith left her house. Jenkins just stood, nodding and grinning at her. She felt a little uncomfortable as they waited silently. She wasn't quite sure she'd agreed to their plan, but he seemed to think she'd said yes.

Smith reentered her house carrying a box. He set it down and handed for black rectangles to Jenkins and took four himself. "These are the latest technology we have, Mrs. Simmons. They don't appear to be cameras and we can hide them in plain sight." The two black men placed the cameras around her living room. One was pointed at the door. Others at the couch and some took in the entire room. "Excellent placement," said Jenkins when they were finished.

"What do I do?" asked Chrissy.

Smith reached into the bottom of the box that held the cameras and pulled out another box. "Go put this on," he said. "All you need to do is stand out in the front yard, water the lawn, weed, or something. Lay out and get some sun if you wish."

Chrissy looked inside the box. She pulled out a skimpy blue negligee. The material was sheer and didn't hide anything. "I can't wear this outside!"

"Not that Ma'am, the bikini," said Smith. "The lingerie is for if the bikini doesn't work or they get scared off and come back later. If you answer the door wearing lingerie, they are more likely to feel relaxed around you. No evidence of a wire or anything, understand?"

"I guess," said Chrissy, holding up an extremely small bikini. "I'm not so sure about this."

"We need your help, Mrs. Simmons," said Jenkins. "If you change your mind now, it will be too late to arrest them in this neighborhood."

"The top isn't my size," she said, wondering how she had gotten herself into this mess.

"The skimpier the better, but if you have another bikini you could wear, then..."

"I don't own a bikini. I can‘t swim and I burn too easily."

"Why don't you go try it on," said Jenkins just as his cell phone went off. "Yes," he answered it. "Understood." He snapped the phone shut. "The suspects appear to be leaving the Denny's soon. It's now or never Mrs. Simmons. Please. We need you." He waited while she just stood there staring at the bikini. "It's your duty, ma'am."

Finally, Chrissy filled herself with resolve. It was her patriotic duty and she was a patriot. "I'll be right back." She turned and headed up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, she dropped the robe and began putting the bikini on. At first the strings confused her. This thing has got to be illegal, she thought dressing. She did consider herself a patriot, but she had never done anything remotely patriotic like volunteer work or fundraisers. She had considered going to a tea party meeting, but changed her mind at the last minute. This would be her chance to actually do something for her community. "No way," she said, tying the bikini top string behind her neck.

The bikini was way too small. It was dark blue and tight. It consisted of small patches of material and lots of strings. Indeed, she was only three string tugs from being naked. The bottom was bad. The front patch barely covered her red pubes and she kept them very closely shaved. The bottom rear had a tendency to want to slip inside the crack of her cheeks and she would need to keep reaching behind her to stretch it out. The string tied on her right hip. If the bottom was bad, the top was worse. Two blue triangles covered her nipples and some of the area around them, but the majority of her breasts were bare. The material was hugging her nipples so tightly, her entire areola were visible and they were already puffy with her nipples partially hard. "God forgive me, I look like a slut," she spoke to her reflection.

Jenkins and Smith looked up the stairs as she came down them, once again wearing her robe. "Well?" asked Jenkins.

"I can't do this."

"We need you, Mrs. Simmons."

"I have a reputation to uphold."

"These men need to be stopped. How many unsuspecting women will fall prey to them before we can get enough evidence on them."

"I can't be seen in this. What will the neighbors think?" Chrissy stepped off the steps and looked up at the black FBI agents. Both men were at least half a foot taller then she was and she was tall for a woman.

"We can't do this without you. For the good of your community and for the good of your country. It's your duty as an American citizen to assist us."

"Oh god," she cried, putting her hand over her face. "You're right, of course."

"How bad can it be, Mrs. Simmons. Why don't you show us."

"I can't."

"Just drop that robe and march out into your yard."

"Oh god," she cried again. This time she untied the belt on her robe and let the robe fall off her shoulders. Chrissy looked at the agent's faces. Smith's eyes were bugging out and Jenkins had a bead of sweat on his forehead. Both appeared to be struggling not to stare too hard at her breasts and crotch. "My husband hasn't even seen me in something this skimpy."

"Um..It's," said Jenkins, fumbling with words. "I've seen women wearing less on the beach."

"You're perfect," said Smith, finally letting his eyes run up and down her body. "She's perfect. I've never seen... Those scumbags won't be able to resist you."

"Lets just get this over with," she sighed.

"You're right, Mrs. Simmons, we're running out of time." Jenkins looked at Smith and nodded. "We'll be right outside in our car. If they don't come by today, we'll come back tomorrow with a bikini sized for your figure."

"What do I do again?" she asked.

"Just stand outside and try to attract their attention. If they approach you, listen to what they offer, sign their phony papers, and give them a check. It's very important that we tape you actually paying them. Don't make suggestions to speed it along, that might be considered entrapment. Hesitate when they mention the physical, but go along with it."

"I won't have to take the physical will I?"

"We'll stop anything before it goes to far. Got it."

"I think I've got it," said Chrissy, picking up the robe and quickly covering her bikini.

"We'll be in the car," said Jenkins, laying a large black hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. You're gonna do great." The big black man winked at her and quickly exited her house with his partner.

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Jenkins got in the drivers side of the sedan and Smith got in next to him. Two laptops were already open beside each seat, but on standby. Both black men clicked enter to bring their computers out of hibernation. "That was the hottest bitch, I've ever seen," said Smith, tapping on the keyboard.

Jenkins winced. His partner was a little unprofessional and crass at times. "I can't disagree with you," he mumbled.

"Did you see those titties?"

"Enough," growled Jenkins. "How are the cameras?"

"Five through eight, up and running."

"One through four up and running." Jenkins computer screen was split into 4 quadrants each showing a view of The Simmons' living room. Chrissy was on three screens pacing beside the couch. The fourth screen showed the door.

Smith's screen showed four different views. "Audio check."

"Jesus, give me the strength to get through this," said Chrissy's voice through both computers.

"Audio functioning properly," said Jenkins, as his computer picked up Chrissy's voice mumbling.

"Bitch is praying," chuckled Smith.

"What's wrong with that," growled Jenkins. "Mrs. Simmons is religious. Show some respect. I pray every night. I'm praying right now that you'll shut up."

"Fuck you."

Jenkins was saved from further argument by his cell phone ringing. "Go ahead," he answered. He listened. "Roger that. We're set up on Washington Avenue. Cameras are up and running." He hung the phone up. "They're leaving the restaurant now."

"Good," replied Smith. "It looks like the bitc... Mrs. Simmons is finally ready."

"Here goes nothing," came Chrissy's voice from both speakers.

Jenkins watched her on screen. She removed the robe and hung it up near her door. She slid her feet into two high heeled sandals that sat beside her door. One big black finger tapped the camera view showing her front door and it zoomed in on her ass. He watched her hand come down and futilely attempt to stop the material of her bikini from disappearing into her ass cheeks.

"That ass is amazing," said Smith. He had zoomed in a side view of the young wife. "There she goes."

"And here she comes," said Jenkins as Chrissy Simmons appeared just outside her front door. She was now off their screens. The young wife was looking around hesitantly. She steeled herself and marched out into the yard.

"You should get this," said Smith. "And make me a copy."

Jenkins grinned wryly. He set the laptop aside and retrieved a digital video recorder. Quickly, flipping it open and on, he aimed it at Chrissy, just as she was bending to turn the outdoor spigot on. Chrissy stood and began watering several rose bushes beside the house.

"Who the fuck is that?" growled Smith. "He's gonna ruin everything."

Both black men watched as an old bald man with a large pot belly peeked at Chrissy around some bushes in his yard. It didn't take long for him to began approaching the scantily clad young wife. "Get the mic," ordered Jenkins.

Smith pulled out a listening device and pointed it over at Chrissy. "Shit, here they come," he said as a car appeared approaching down the street. "Old man is gonna ruin everything."

"Good morning Chrissy," said the old man's voice through the amplifier."

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Chrissy froze when she heard the voice behind her. "Hello Sam," she said, slowly turning around and holding the hose away from them.

"I like the way you hold a hose," said her neighbor, Sam Sylvester.

"Excuse me?"

"Feel free to water my flowers when you're done."

"I'm busy today, Sam." This was Chrissy's worst nightmare come to life. Sam was a thoroughly deplorable human being. He was always making suggestive comments to her and he had an invalid wife, bedridden in his house. His eyes were focused on her roaming up and down her scantily clad body, resting on her tits. "My face is up here, Sam."

"Yeah, but your tits are down here and I got a thing for big tits and overstuffed bikinis and the thing I'm talkin' ‘bout hangs down eight inches between my legs."

Chrissy gasped. Her near nudity was making the old fart bolder. "Go home, Sam."

"Damn," he ran his eyes up and down her body. "I always suspected you were stacked, but I had no idea you were this fine. I know Todd just left you alone again, Chrissy. Why don't you invite me over for dinner?"

"What about your wife?" Chrissy was so focused on Sam, she was barely aware of a car slowing down as it passed her house.

"Meal on wheels will feed her. What do ya say? I could bring some pornos over. I got some I just know you'll love."

"Go home."

"We could play poker again?"

"Get off my property, Sam."

"Look bitch," growled Sam. "Any woman dressed like you are when her husband leaves for work needs it bad and trust me I got what you needs."

"Get off my property or I will call the police. They can get here sooner then you think." Chrissy could make out two dark forms in the sedan across the street a few houses away.

"Alright, alright, fine." Sam held his hands up in surrender. He turned and began walking back to his yard. He stopped and turned back. "Let me warn you though, Chrissy. I saw some niggers walking around here earlier. You'd better be careful, you being a pretty white woman dressed like a slut what with niggers in the neighborhood."

Chrissy's mouth was hanging open in shock. Before she knew what she was doing, she had turned her hose on her neighbor. The old man yelped in surprise as the cold water hit his face. He spluttered and hurried away from stream of water. "Take that you vile son-of-a-bitch."

Sam shook his head free of water when he got back to the safety of his yard. Chrissy took her thumb off the nozzle and let the flow of water return to normal. Sam gave her the finger and disappeared around the side of his house.

A car slowly drove past as she said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I thought I could, but it's too hard." Chrissy turned the spigot off and rolled the hose up. She was embarrassed, but slightly proud of herself. Her personality leaned towards meekness and conflict avoidance. This was the first time, she'd really stood up to anyone.

Chrissy stood up straight just as the same car that had passed earlier slowed again. She stared and saw two black men staring back at her. She quickly flushed and looked away. The same feelings of unease she'd had when she'd seen the FBI agents ride past earlier now returned. These weren't the scam artists were they? The agents hadn't told her they were black. She quickly headed back to the safety of her house.

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"I like that old man," said Smith. "Except for that nigger crap. I should go beat his ass."

"Yeah, way to go Chrissy, turning that hose on him," responded Jenkins. "It looks like she scared him off just in time. Here come our boys." The car that had been circling the block earlier, pulled up to the curb in front of Chrissy's house. Two black men got out of it.

"Lets get back to the cameras."

The two men returned to their laptops. Most of the screens showed Chrissy leaning against her door, once again wearing her robe.

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Chrissy could see the car stop in front of her house. Two black men got out. They appeared young and she guessed early twenties, both were fit and muscular. Both men wore khaki's with nice collared shirts. WWBC was embroidered on pockets on the shirts. Were these the con artists? The FBI agents hadn't said they were black, so she'd assumed they were white. Of course, she assumed everyone was white unless they were described as black. Maybe blacks assumed everyone was black unless they described them as white? Chrissy jumped when her doorbell rang. She slowly opened it with the chain on again. "Yes?"

The lead black man grinned at her. "Good morning, Ma'am. My name is Malik Hassan and this is my associate Eriq Royal. We are with World Wide Beneficial Co. insurance and we are offering a special once in a lifetime opportunity for a few select customers in your neighborhood. Tell me Mrs.?"

"Simmons, Chrissy Simmons."

"Does your husband have adequate life insurance?"

"He's got something through work, but I'm not sure how much."

"And yourself, ma'am?"

"Why none." The truth of the matter hit Chrissy and she resolved to buy real insurance the first chance she got.

"Life insurance is vitally important today. If something were to happen to you or your husband, heaven forbid, today, where would you be tomorrow?"

"I honestly don't know," she replied. These guys were good. She was almost convinced to buy insurance from them even knowing they were frauds.

"Well, if you will just give us a few moments of your time. I'd like to tell you about this amazing new offer from World Wide Beneficial Co. insurance."

"I don't know. I'm not exactly dressed at the moment." Even with FBI agents listening in and right outside, she wasn't sure she wanted to let two black criminals inside her house. She was close to chickening out and slamming the door.

"That's fine ma'am. We're both professionals. We speak with women in their bathrobes or pajamas all the time. Here's my ID."

Chrissy looked at the ID. It was for World Wide Beneficial Co. insurance and had Malik's picture on it. It was good, but she'd had a fake ID in college and could spot a fake a mile away. Eriq held his up for her. His was similar, but had "Certified Nurse," stamped across it. "Well, I guess it won't hurt if you come in for awhile." She closed the door and undid the chain.

"Thank you Mrs. Simmons. Once you see what we have to offer, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

"Have a seat on the couch," she said, watching as the second pair of black men sat on this same couch previously occupied by the black FBI agents. "Can I get you some iced tea?"

"No thanks, ma'am."

"Well gentlemen," she said, sitting across from them in the same chair she'd sat in earlier and placing her hands over the hem of her robe to keep it from riding up her knees. "I have some errands to run, so lets hear what you have to offer. Malik was it?

"Yes, Malik Hassan."

"Is that Muslim?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No ma'am," he lied. "It's African."

"Good. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but this home is dedicated to Christ."

"As are all good homes, Ma'am," replied Malik with a smile.

"Agreed," said Eriq.

"Good then." Chrissy looked back and forth to both men. They actually seemed quite nice. They were young, early twenties, very fit, both their legs and arms were bulging with muscles. They looked more like personal trainers then insurance salesmen... wait! They weren't insurance salesmen, they were criminals and black men with muscles, probably got that way lifting weights in prison. These men were good. Smooth operators. No wonder they hadn't been caught yet.

"Here's our brochure," said Malik, handing her a professionally printed booklet.

Chrissy leafed through it. It was well done, filled with graphs, cost benefit analysis charts, age predictions, and others. "Seems good."

"Oh it's very nearly the best insurance offer ever." Malik paused. "Mrs. Simmons, why don't you switch places with Eriq, so that I can go over the program with you?"

"Oh! Of course." Chrissy stood and switched places with Eriq.

"There that's better," said Malik. He opened the brochure and set it on her lap. He kept one hand on the brochure, turning the pages and talking softly. His fingers brushed her bare knee. He covered the benefits of signing with WWBC insurance as his hand slid off the brochure to cup her knee. Chrissy shivered suddenly. Her eyes took in the contrast of his dark black skin against her white knee. Malik removed his hand and flipped to a page filled with pie charts, returning his hand when he was done, but this time his hand slid up a little further. Chrissy felt a strange quiver in her vagina. Both men appeared to be staring at the brochure, Malik from his position beside her and Eriq leaning forward across from them. Chrissy looked directly down and saw that she was revealing a lot of cleavage. She gulped, quickly sitting up so that the robe didn't gap open and tugging her knee away from Malik's hand. He took the hint and pulled back.

"Do you like what you heard?" asked Malik.

"Oh yes," she replied. "It sounds amazing. How much is it?"

"Five hundred will get you full coverage for a year and a quarter million in insurance."

"I'll need to talk to my husband."

"We can only offer this plan at the presentation. The cost doubles if you wait."

"Oh," she replied, thinking about it. "Excuse me." Chrissy walked over to the kitchen where her purse was. She returned writing out a check. The money would wipe out the small account Todd allotted for her, but then this check would never be cashed. "I'm sold." She ripped the check out and held it out for Malik. She wanted to look at the nearest camera and wink at the FBI agents, but Malik didn't reach out for the check.

"Not yet, Ma'am. May I call you Chrissy?"

"Please."

"You'll need to sign the papers first." He removed five forms from a folder. "Here you go."

Chrissy looked them over. The forms looked legitimate, filled with legal mumbo jumbo. "Do you have a pen?"

"Right here," said Malik, quickly pulling a pen from the folder and clicking the point out. He handed it to her and watched her sign. "Now there's only the little matter of a physical. Have you had a physical done during the last week?"

"No," she replied, trying to hand him the check again, but he waved her off. "I did four months ago with a fertility doctor."

"I see," said Malik, his grin turning up at the corners of his mouth. "You're trying to have a baby. Any luck?"

"Not yet."

"Well, I'm afraid we can't accept your policy without a more recent physical. Mr. Royal here is a registered nurse, certified by World Wide to give on the spot physical exams. After that we can take your money and as of that point you are insured."

"Stand up," said Eriq, rising from the chair. He was quickly in front of her. He placed his hands under her chin. "Open your mouth and say, ah." He pulled a small pen light from his pocket and shined it down her throat.

"Ahhhh." Chrissy assumed Jenkins and Smith would be leaving their cars now. They'd promised her this would stop before it went to far.

"Very good. Now eyes and ears." Eriq shined the light in her eyes and then made her turn her head so that he could look in her ears.

"Now face away from me and lower your robe so that your shoulders are free." Eriq watched Chrissy's freckle covered shoulders appear. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed in with his thumbs working under her robe, down her back, nearly to the crack of her ass. His strong hands grabbed her hips, his right hand over her bikini string and squeezed. . "I'll need to untie your bikini top."

Chrissy glanced over at her front door and at the closest camera. She couldn't even tell if it was working. "That seems inappropriate."

Eriq pulled the string behind her neck and the one behind her back at the same time. "You can hold the robe over your front. Mr. Hassan is here to make sure I don't get out of line and to protect me too. I don't want anyone making false accusations and getting my license suspended." He moved her hair to pull the string around the back of her neck and gently massaged her nape.

Chrissy held the robe over her bosom and since her back was still exposed, she had to raise the hem up almost to her crotch. She stared intently at the nearest camera and mouthed the words, "Help me."

Eriq was wearing a fanny pack which he unzipped and pulled out a stethoscope and an arm band for measuring blood pressure. He put the stethoscope around his neck. "Go ahead and sit and hold your arm out." When she complied, Eriq wrapped the arm band around her arm and pumped it up, taking her pulse and placing the cold metal end of the stethoscope on her arm. "Seems good. Pulse is a bit high. Now the heart rate. Lower the robe."

Chrissy looked on with horror, but lowered her robe, exposing her freckled chest and the tops of her milky white breasts. Eriq looked professional and kept his face impassive. She looked down her cleavage. Her bikini top was now hanging loosely on her semi-hard nipples. She shivered when the cold metal end of the stethoscope touched her chest. He moved it around listening above her breasts and between them. She felt a tug on her robe and it slid down, taking her bikini top with it and exposing her large areola. Much to her embarrassment they were puffing out and her fat long nipples were extending. He moved the end of the stethoscope around her nipples, the cold metal accidentally sliding across her left nipple at one point. "Your heart rate seems accelerated, Mrs. Simmons," said Eriq.

"Just uncomfortable, that's all," she replied. "May I cover my breasts now?" She could see Malik looking around Eriq and staring at her exposed breasts.

"Not yet. I'll need to do a breast exam."

"Oh god!"

Eriq placed both of his hands over her breasts and squeezed. Chrissy began trembling. "Your breasts are quite large, Mrs. Simmons. Do they give you any back trouble?"

"Um.. Oh.. Not yet, but my mother's were as big as mine and she had trouble as she got older." Chrissy flushed with shame when she felt another quiver in her vagina. Her breasts had always been extra sensitive and her recently accelerated level of arousal wasn't helping her out. His strong hands were alternately caressing and squeezing her big bosom and now his hands slid down until his fingers brushed her fully hard nipples. Her vagina let out a little squirt of fluid the second he took her nipples between his dark fingers and squeezed them. "Sh... Shouldn't you be wearing gloves?"

"An oversight on my part, Mrs. Simmons. I forgot to pack them, but I can assure you my hands are quite clean." Eriq continued squeezing and tugging on her nipples for some time. "Your nipples are unusually long, Mrs. Simmons."

"Ah...yes."

"Do they cause you problems?"

"Some embarrassment when they stick out."

"Like now," he said, pinching the nearly inch long nipples.

"Yes, and their... and their..um.. very sensitive." Chrissy's crotch was soaking wet now. "P.pl.please stop pulling on them."

"That's healthy. Now turn away from me and drop the robe."

"Do I have to?" she asked, staring pleadingly at the closest camera.

"It'll be over before you know it."

Chrissy let the robe fall to her feet. She was immediately horrified to see her bikini bottom were dangling by one side. The knot must have come loose when he had his hands on her hips earlier. Her reddish pubic hair was exposed. Malik was leaning forward in his chair and she was presenting a full side view to him. She felt a tug at her hip and the bottom fell at her feet.

She was now completely nude.

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Smith stared at the computer screen and touched the panel to zoom in on Chrissy's exposed crotch. Another panel showed her standing fully naked with Eriq behind her and yet another panel showed Malik staring intently at her nude body. She mouthed the words, "help me," again.

"She wants us in there," said Jenkins, staring at images of her on his screen.

Smith grabbed the head of his cock under his pants. He had an erection from watching the incredible scene unfolding on his computer and his cock was uncomfortably stuck down one pant leg. "I want to go in there," he said.

"Not until she hands them the check," replied Jenkins.

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"Bend forward," said Eriq. "I know this will be uncomfortable, but it's time for the gynecological check."

"Oh god," she said, feeling him push down on her back. She leaned down and turned enough that she could place her hands on the couch's arm to hold herself up. "Jesus!" she cried, jumping forward when she felt the tip of Eriq's finger slide along her labia.

"No trouble producing lubrication I see," he said with the hint of a chuckle. He slowly pushed one finger inside her as deep as it would go.

Chrissy couldn't help herself and gave a large squeal. "Ohmygod," she cried, feeling Eriq pump his finger in and out slowly. She looked down under her body expecting to see her juices dripping from her vagina, but her large breasts were hanging in the way. It got worse when Eriq's middle finger joined his index finger inside her dripping pussy. Both his fingers felt bigger then Todd's penis and her needy body began to respond. She fought the urge to push back into his thrusting fingers. Chrissy glanced over at Malik who was leaning over and watching the other con man's fingers slowly fuck her pussy.

"Malik," said Eriq. "Why don't you assist me and continue with the breast examine."

"Gladly." Malik walked around the coffee table and kneeled in front of her. His hands began squeezing and tugging her nipples. The orgasm caught Chrissy off guard. It was her biggest ever and made her gasp in pleasure.

"That's a pretty healthy reaction, Mrs. Simmons," said Eriq, fumbling with his shorts. "However, I need to probe a little deeper.

"With what!" she gasped.

"With this!"

Chrissy felt an extremely large object push against her vaginal opening. She was so wet, her labia easily spread around a large knobby ball with a shaft attached to it. Eriq was working it in and out of her, trying to get it in deeper. She had never felt so full or had her pussy stretched so wide. Soon it was deeper then her husband's five inches had ever been and it just kept going. It felt fantastic to be penetrated so deeply. "What is that thing?" she asked, ashamed to feel another orgasm approaching.

"What do you think it is?" Eriq was grabbing her hips now and slightly pulling her back into his thrusts.

"Oh god," she moaned. "It feels like a penis only it‘s too big."

Eriq and Malik both laughed. Malik stepped back and quit playing with her nipples. In a way she missed the attention. Eriq said, "It's not a penis," and Chrissy felt relief flood through her body. "It's a cock," he continued. "It's like a penis only bigger and blacker." With Malik gone, she was able to look under her body again, but her breasts still blocked her view of their crotches. However, Eriq's shorts and underwear had been dropped around his ankles. "I understand your confusion, Mrs. Simmons. I can tell this tight white pussy of yours hasn't ever been truly fucked by a real man. Thank you for letting me integrate you properly."

"I don't believe..." Chrissy finally looked up again and found herself staring at least two feet of the biggest blackest penis she could ever have imagined. It was nearly right up against her nose and as her eyes un-crisscrossed as she stared down the shaft she realized it was probably only ten or eleven inches long, but that was still twice as big as Todd's penis. Malik immediately began pressing the large flared head of his "cock" against her lips. Chrissy held her mouth tightly closed as he rubbed the head left and right alone her lips occasionally pushing forwards trying to get her to open her mouth. It left a slimy, nasty trail of fluid on her lips. ‘He doesn't expect me to.. not that. I don't even do that for Todd,' she thought. "Aargh," she suddenly cried as Eriq's cock head banged against her cervix. The "Aargh" became and "Umph" as Malik pushed the head of his huge black cock between her lips and into her mouth.

Chrissy tried to pull back, but she was trapped between the two black men. She tried to push the big tip of Malik's cock out of her mouth with her tongue. Her tongue licked the underside and then up and over his urethra. She could taste his precum, but her tongue wasn't strong enough to push it out. Chrissy moaned in pleasure as a second orgasm suddenly expanded out from her pussy. She jerked forward taking Malik's cock deeper down her throat. He was pulling back and pushing forward until she found herself sucking on about a third of his black cock. It felt so hard in her mouth. It wasn't so bad, she thought and Chrissy found herself relaxing her throat. Malik's cock was a vibrant monster, hot, throbbing, and giving little leaps from time to time. She suddenly found herself hoping the two FBI agents would take their time.

"Wait until you try this pussy, Malik," growled Eriq. He was fucking her rapidly now. His balls were smacking her thighs with such force they were stinging. "It squeezes and sucks your cock in deep. It's milkin the cum right out of my balls."

Chrissy's eyes widened in fear. She was at her most fertile and unprotected. Her hands were holding her up so she couldn't push Malik away. She tried to pull her head back, but Malik kept slowly pumping his hips. The big head of his cock was even deeper now then when he'd started. It was down her throat pulling back to her uvula and then pushing further down. She was swallowing more then half now.

"Gonna bust a nut," groaned Eriq, fucking her even harder. Chrissy tried to shake herself off his thrusting cock, but he read her intentions differently. "Yeah girl, work that white ass." He gently spanked her once as he spoke. "Here it cums."

Chrissy was horrified but then tremors started in her pussy. Eriq's big cock head was pressed hard against her cervix ready to spray her womb with a black man's seed. The orgasm caught her off guard. She was cumming hard and it was her biggest yet. It would have been bigger still, but Eriq suddenly yanked his ten inch cock from her pussy. Hot sperm flew into her hair, splattered her lower back, and peppered her ass.

"If we were making a porn, that's what we'd call a money shot," gasped Eriq.

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"Zoom in on that," ordered Jenkins, leaning over to look at Smith's screen. The two men watched the quadrant capturing Chrissy's wel fucked vagina just as Eriq milked the last drops of his sperm from his shaft and covered her labia with it.

"Better then any porn I've ever seen," said Smith, pulling the camera back to capture the sperm on Chrissy's back.

"Mrs. Simmons does seem to be a natural at this," agreed Jenkins. One quadrant was capturing Malik's cock as it slid in and out of her throat. Another angle showed Chrissy was now kneeling as she sucked his cock. "Look she's taking over."

Malik had slowly stopped thrusting his cock down her throat until Chrissy was the one bobbing her head. She was now kneeling at his feet, grabbing the base of his shaft with one hand and deep throating his cock.

"I think he's gonna blow soon," said Smith, just as semen squirted out the sides of Chrissy's mouth. "I called that right." Smith watched Malik yank his cock out of her mouth and shoot several jets of semen on her face. "Think they're about done?" asked Smith.

"Not until they seal the deal," replied Jenkins. "I want to see money change hands. Then we can bust them."

On screen, Malik had shoved his cock back down Chrissy's throat. "Keep sucking," he ordered.

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Chrissy almost eagerly took the ten or eleven inches of black cock back down her throat. It hadn't lost any of it's length, but it had gone soft. His cum had come as a shock to her. Malik was pulling back just as a huge jet of semen struck the back of her throat. As soon as the head cleared her throat and entered her mouth, her mouth was so filled with semen her cheeks bulged out and his seed squirted out the sides of her mouth. She swallowed when he pulled his cock completely out and shot several blasts on her face. His cum had tasted hot, rich, and was surprisingly good. Now she was sucking him again and the limp cock was slowly hardening.

Malik slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth when he was completely hard again. He smirked when he caught her leaning forward to keep sucking it, but instead he stepped around her and sat on the couch. Chrissy turned right and began sucking his cock between his knees, but that wasn't what he wanted. Malik grabbed her head and indicated that he wanted her to stand.

Chrissy released his cock, and swiped away a string of salvia hanging from her lips to his cock head. His hands were strong and forceful, so she stood. He then placed his hands on her hips and guided her forwards until she was straddling him. Malik then grabbed the base of his cock and held it up for her. Chrissy lowered herself, first feeling the head push into her and then fat inch after fat inch until she sank down in his lap. Despite the sperm on her face, Malik tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away and Malik instead pushed her back so that he could suck on her breasts. Chrissy was ashamed by her body's reaction to what was happening to her, but her kisses would remain for her husband.

"Gawd dayum, this white pussy does milk your cock," said Malik, bouncing on the couch to get her to ride him.

Chrissy began slowly raising and lowering herself. She saw Eriq appear out of the corner of her eye. "Thanks for not cumming in me," she moaned, having yet another small orgasm.

"It was nothing," he replied. "You told me you were trying to get pregnant." He stepped to her side and aimed his cock at her face.

Chrissy stared at it. She thought for a moment and then leaned forward and took it in her mouth. The FBI had told her to cooperate after all and she was doing her duty. She was doing this for all the women these two had molested and would now never molest thanks to her. She swallowed his cock wondering if any of those other women had enjoyed it as much as she was. However, he wasn't too interested in a blow job. He wanted something else. Eriq waited until his shaft was good and wet before stepping back.

Chrissy was moaning, riding Malik's cock and suffering through another impossibly large orgasm, when Malik suddenly held her down in his lap and spread her ass cheeks. Chrissy felt something press against her tight little brown sphincter and push hard. "What are..." Her eyes flew wide as she felt her rosebud push in and slowly open for the invader. ‘No,' she thought, ‘people aren't supposed to do that! It's unnatural!' She winced in pain as the large cock head broke through and entered her ass. The rest she took easier and the pain faded quicker then she would have imagined and it began to feel good. Real good.

Chrissy found herself in a state of complete sexual ecstasy. She was sliding up and down Malik's cock while Eriq pistoned his cock in and out of her ass. The men had no trouble penetrating her like this and seemed well practiced. Malik was squeezing on one of her breasts while sucking the nipple on her other breast. Chrissy sucked her lower lip in her mouth. Sweat poured off her forehead mixing with tears and semen as both her holes were stretched to their limits. The orgasm exploded deep in her pussy and consumed her entire body. Their cocks continued to hammer her pussy and asshole and she briefly fainted from the pleasure.

When Chrissy recovered, she was sitting in Malik's lap and Eriq was banging her ass as hard as he could, but his rhythm was off. Suddenly he just buried it and her bowels were flooded with sperm. Eriq groaned as he slowly pulled his cock out and shot the last few wads of cum on her slowly closing sphincter. As it closed, sperm welled up in it and began pouring out.

"My turn," said Malik, slapping her ass. "Ride that big black cock."

Chrissy was panting and trying to catch her breath. She stayed still for a moment, but long enough for him to slap her ass once again, but this time with more force.

"Come on fuck that black cock."

Chrissy felt weak and exhausted, but she began to move. "Alright," she said leaning forward until their noses practically touched. "I'm gonna fuck that big black cock. I'm gonna fuck it real good." Chrissy began bouncing in his laps as fast as she could move.

"That's what I'm talkin about," laughed Malik, slapping her ass again, but with less force.

"Fuck it real good," moaned Chrissy, not sure what had come over her. "Just don't cum in my pussy."

Malik laughed and went back to playing and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Chrissy nearly screamed as she came. She paused with this the tip of his cock in her and then let gravity slam her down on his crotch. The orgasm grew with every inch and it lasted for several more bounces. She was growing even weaker from all the orgasms. Malik was groaning now and he was bucking his hips. "Getting close," he moaned.

"Say when and I will jump off," she managed to pant out still riding him and still feeling the effects of her orgasm.

Malik grabbed her hips and pulled her down into his lap. "When," he said evilly, nearly spitting in her face.

Chrissy looked at him in horror just as the cock head poised right on her abused cervix shot it's first wad directly into her womb. Her horror turned to lust as an enormous orgasm burst through her body right on the heels of the last one. Her orgasm lasted with each jerk and spurt of his cock and she finally came down as his cock began to soften in her pussy.

Chrissy suddenly realized she was keeping his sperm plugged in her womb and she jumped off his lap. "You bastard, you might have made me pregnant," she yelled, angrily.

"Good, another fruit for Islam." Malik stood and squeezed some semen out of his cock and onto her carpet. "Just make sure the baby faces Mecca when it‘s born."

Chrissy looked on in horror. What had she done? "No," she whispered.

Eriq was now dressed. "I have the check, Mrs. Simmons. Thank you for signing with World Wide Beneficial Co and thank you for the hospitality."

The door burst open. "Freeze FBI," shouted Jenkins running into the room and holding his badge up.

"Mother fucker!" yelled Eriq,

"Bitch set us up," added Malik. He grabbed the closest thing to him to cover his nude body which was Chrissy's robe.

Chrissy quickly became aware of her own undressed state in a room full of four black men and stooped behind her recliner, grabbing her bikini as she went.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" asked Jenkins, while Smith handcuffed Malik.

"I'm fine," she said, stepping out from the chair, aware Jenkins eyes were roaming up and down her bikini clad body. She had rushed putting it on. One cup was askew and her nipple was sticking out. She had sperm on her face and back. Her bottoms were turning darker as they became soaked from the semen leaking from her pussy and ass. She glanced over at the two scam artists. Eriq was looking defiant as Smith pushed him out the door. Malik was smirking at her. He winked when he saw her glance at him. Chrissy looked down in shame, her eyes focusing on Mailk's spent cock, so large it was largely visible under the hem of her robe. "What took you so long?" she asked.

"We needed them on tape accepting your check."

"You let them fuck me."

"To be honest, Mrs. Simmons, you rather appeared to be enjoying yourself."

Chrissy felt a flush appear at her cheeks and quickly turn a large part of her white freckled body red. A large wad of cum slipped down the side of her face as she flushed. Her tongue came out and absentmindedly licked it up. "I see," she mumbled. She would be lying to say she hadn't enjoyed it.

"We were ready to rescue you at a moments notice if you actually appeared in any danger. You did us a great favor, Mrs. Simmons. You're going to help us put those scumbags away for a long time."

"Good," she said, but she didn't really mean it. Despite, Malik's cumming inside her, she felt no anger towards the two men. Maybe, this incident would help them straighten their lives out.

Smith returned wearing latex gloves and carrying a large black bag. He began collecting the assorted cameras, Malik's clothes, the phony insurance documents, and her check. "I think we have more then enough evidence to convict," said Smith, limping over to another of their hidden cameras.

Jenkins limped over to help him gather all the evidence. "You won't even be required to testify, Mrs. Simmons."

"That's good," she said, wondering why both men were limping. She glanced down at their crotches and gasped. Both men had large bulges straining down one pant leg. The bulges were every bit as big as Malik or Eriq's, if not bigger. Both men had erections and she flushed again as she realized it was from watching her on the cameras. She had put on a live sex show for the two men!

"You did a great service for your community today, Mrs. Simmons," said Jenkins, heading towards her front door with Smith. "Your government thanks you, ma'am."

"Yes," added Smith. "It was a pleasure watching you in action."

Chrissy flushed again as the two men left and other then some stains on her rug and sofa, there was no evidence anyone had been here today. She walked over to her window and watched Jenkins drive off with the two criminals in the back seat of their sedan. Smith pulled out a moment later in the con artists' car, made a u-turn and followed his partner.

She hoped the government wouldn't come down too hard on Malik and Eriq. Everyone deserved a second chance. She had a brief fantasy of them showing up at her door a year from now, thanking her for helping them straighten out their lives. She invited them in and led both men up to her bedroom and they began to fuck her again. She shook her head to clear it of her fantasy. What happened today could never happen again. She had cheated on her husband, but she'd done it to get two criminals off the street and because it was her patriotic duty.

Chrissy Simmons could now say that she had done something patriotic and she was proud of herself. She stepped back from the window and felt liquefied semen run down her inside thighs from where it was leaking around her soaked bikini bottoms. Chrissy virtually ran up the stairs reminded of all the sperm filling her fertile vagina and determined to wash it out as quickly as possible, but also aware that it might very well be too late.

As she cleaned herself in the bathtub, Chrissy found herself wondering if she'd ever have another opportunity to do her patriotic duty.

Part 2: We need your help again, Mrs. Simmons

Two weeks after helping the FBI bust the insurance scam, Chrissy was in her living room vacuuming the floor. She had kissed Todd off on another one of his business trips thirty minutes earlier. Once he had pulled out of the driveway, she'd immediately raced upstairs to change. She'd dropped her new robe on the floor and pulled the skimpy negligee out of her dresser. Now Chrissy was doing her housework in sexy lingerie and she'd grown fond of wearing it around the house when she was alone.

Chrissy Simmons was a changed woman.

She wasn't even consciously aware of how much she'd changed since the incident with the two con artists. She was behaving differently and realized it, but hadn't given it any thought. Chrissy's attitude towards her body had changed. She had become acutely aware of how attractive she really was. She'd bought a few new outfit's the last week and they no longer hid her figure, but showed off her body. Knowing that her husband preferred that she keep her goods covered, she hadn't shown him the new outfits or the lingerie the FBI had given her, but if he didn't like them, well tough. They made her feel sexy.

Since going off birth control several months ago, her hormones had been raging and Chrissy partially blamed them on why she had given in so easily to the two black men. They were still raging and she was horny all the time, but Chrissy had discovered a cure soon after she'd had sex with Eriq and Malik. That cure was a wonderful thing called, masturbation. Todd continued to put off having sex with her and they'd only made love once in the last two weeks and it had been unsatisfying. She suspected he didn't really want her to get pregnant. Now, almost daily, when she'd lie naked on bed and slowly finger herself to a small orgasm, she'd fantasize she was having sex and in her fantasies it was never Todd making love to her, it was Malik and often both Malik and Eriq. Malik hadn't any qualms about putting a baby in her belly.

Now she was doing her morning housework in a skimpy blue negligee and when she was done, she'd slip it off, probably masturbate, shower, and go out to the grocery store. The baby doll negligee the FBI had provided her was a little small for her breasts. The bra cups squeezed her large breasts together tightly and left the tops of her bosom exposed while being thin enough to hug her nipples. The panties were a thong and she'd grown to like wearing it after a little initial discomfort. Dangling from the tops of the bra and falling to her thighs was a diaphanous blue material that shimmered as she moved. She'd never felt sexier.

Her day went as planned; clean, masturbate, shop, and change back into lingerie. Chrissy had just settled down to watch the news when her doorbell rang. It startled her at first and she jumped a little. She answered the door in her lingerie, but she hid behind the door and peered through the crack under the chain. She expected it to be the old pervert from next door. He'd tried to come by several times since seeing her in the bikini two weeks ago, but Chrissy refused to let him inside her home. But instead of being Sam Sylvester, she was surprised to see it was the older bald FBI agent, Jenkins who was at her door.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Simmons. It's agent Jenkins, FBI," he said, flashing his badge.

"I remember you agent."

"I have some things I need to discuss with you. May I come in?"

"Oh! Of course," she answered, closing the door and undoing the chain. She reopened the door and Jenkins froze when he saw what she was wearing. "Oops, sorry. I'll go change."

"Please don't. I mean, I only need a little bit of your time."

"Alright then." Chrissy shivered as a thrill ran through her body at the thought of wearing so little in front of this man. Of course, he had seen her wearing nothing and performing vulgar sex acts with two men. "Have a seat. What can I do for you?"

Jenkins sat on the same couch he'd sat on when he first met Chrissy and she sat across from him in the recliner. Between them was a magazine covered coffee table. Jenkins opened up a briefcase he was carrying and pulled out a laptop. He opened it and brought it to life. "There's a couple things I need to ask you Mrs. Simmons. I hope I'm not taking up too much of your time."

"Not at all and please call me Chrissy, agent."

"Fine Chrissy it is. I'm Ike." He glanced down at the laptop and tapped several times. "Thanks again for your help. I'm told we have an airtight case against the Willis brothers, Malik and Eriq."

"You don't need to thank me agent Jen... Ike. It was my patriotic duty to assist you."

"Well, my supervisor was a little upset by the tapes. He was angry when he assumed you were an undercover agent, but he completely flipped when he found out you were a civilian housewife. He feels we put you in danger."

"I never felt I was in danger from those two men."

"Nor did we feel you were, but my boss thinks we should have intervened before they took advantage of you."

"But then you wouldn't have had them on tape accepting the money."

"Exactly. What I need to know is do you hold the bureau accountable for any of your actions on that day?"

"None at all, Ike. Tell your boss I merely did my duty like any of his agents would have."

Jenkins sighed. "That's a relief. If you did hold us accountable I was facing suspension."

"I'm glad to be of service. Is there anything else?"

"There is one other thing, Chrissy. Would you be willing to assist us again?"

Chrissy's heart skipped a beat. Her life was dull and uneventful. The incident two week ago was the most exciting thing to happen to her in four years of marriage. "It depends what you had in mind, I suppose."

Jenkins fiddled with his computer. He leaned forward and pulled out a file from his briefcase. He handed Chrissy the file over the table. She opened it and stared at the picture of an over-muscled black man's mug shot. Jenkins said, "That man is Stoner Little, aka Biggie Little. He's a petty criminal who's recently moved up a few notches."

"Drug dealer," she said, reading the information on the sheet.

"Yes, but he's just a middle man. We need to find out who his supplier is. We could probably bust Little, but his supplier would replace him within hours. We need somebody to plant cameras in his motel room. The problem is he has a bodyguard outside his room whenever he's not in it. The guard is too smart to fall for the usual tricks, we're with the phone company, we're with room service, etc."

"So what could I do?"

Jenkins cupped his hands with his index fingers standing out and touching. He rested his chin on his index fingers and stared at her. "He does let one type of person in the room."

"And what type is that?"

"Biggie Little is fond of prostitutes, particularly white prostitutes, and particularly red-headed white prostitutes."

"You want me to pose as a hooker! Don't you have any female agents who could do it?"

"Surprisingly no. At least, no attractive female agents. Most females in this district come off as rather butch. The agency could surely find someone elsewhere, but this case isn't a top priority from a national perspective."

"I can't pose as a hooker and especially to a drug dealer? He's got to be dangerous."

"There's no history of violence in his file. Plus, you wouldn't even meet him. The plan is for you to enter his room when he is out. The guard will let you in. You plant a few cameras like the ones we used with the Willis brothers and then tell the guard you left something in your car. You return to your car and go home. Smith and I can rescue you within minutes if something goes wrong."

"Like you rescued me from the last two," she stated, sarcastically. "This doesn't sound like a good idea to me."

"I understand. Your help was invaluable last time and you were so patriotic that I thought I would ask. I can't blame you for staying in the safety of your home in the suburbs. Not everyone needs excitement in their lives. I just hope we can stop him before he sells to any more school children." Jenkins reached out for the file. "I'll take that."

"School children?"

"Yes ma'am. Little and his boss are big believers in getting them hooked young and early."

Chrissy sighed. She was bored. Helping the FBI previously had been the most exciting thing she'd ever done. Here was another chance to do her patriotic duty and help her country and to help keep some children safe. "I'll do it," she mumbled.

"You will? That's fantastic. Like I said, it should be a piece of cake. You can be in and out of the room in ten minutes. Biggie Little is expected to be staying at the Ramada in two weeks. The bureau will provide you with a suitable outfit. The target date will be Saturday night before dinner time. I will send your outfit and hopefully we can catch him when he's in the restaurant eating." Jenkins carefully sat his laptop beside him, stood, and walked over to Chrissy. He held his hand out to her. "We can't thank you enough."

"No need, it's mine and every citizen's duty as patriots to serve their country when called." Chrissy stood and took his hand and watched her small white hand get completely engulfed by the large black man's hand.

"I should get going," said Jenkins. "I'll be your case man. We'll send your outfit to you in an unmarked package. Will Mr. Simmons be here?"

"No, he'll be home late tomorrow for a few weeks then off again the Friday before you need me."

"Good. I'll contact you and meet you in the hotel lobby with the cameras. Smith will monitor the hotel. Thanks again." Jenkins turned, but quickly turned back standing within a foot of Chrissy. "One last thing, Chrissy. Two weeks ago with the insurance conmen, why did you do it? I mean, you could have told them no. You didn't have to go as far as you did. I'm sorry, I'm embarrassing you."

Chrissy was flushing crimson again. "No, that's alright agent. Those men knew what they were doing, Ike. I can't really explain it. They got me worked up and then there was the other thing."

"What other thing?"

"They were... They were just so... well you know, big."

"No, I don't know. What do you mean by big?"

Chrissy was still flushing. "Their penises, I had never seen any that big. I don't think my husband is six inches, yet they were twice that big."

"Your husband is only five or six inches? No wonder you thought they were big."

Chrissy's brow furrowed as she frowned. "What are you saying? You watched what they did to me."

"Malik and Eriq are rather small for black men."

"I don't believe that. There's no way. How can you call those things sma..." Chrissy stared down at Jenkins' dark trousers as he fished his cock out of his pants. He tugged out a swollen semi-hard monstrosity of a penis. "There, mine's about normal."

Chrissy stared at the huge penis. Something that large was more properly called a cock. "That's big of course, but no bigger then Malik's."

"Mines not hard yet. Here," he reached out and took her hand. "Stroke it."

"My gawd," she said, complying. Her wedding ring fingered hand was now gripping Ike's huge black cock and she was starting to slide it up and down his hardening shaft. It extended an inch and then another, stiffening to full erection. "It's so big! What's wrong with it?" She grabbed the flesh encircling the head and pulled back until a fat bulbous cock head emerged from the skin.

"I'm uncircumcised. Like I said, mine's about normal. That's why I didn't understand what you meant by calling those two losers big."

"That thing is normal?" Chrissy's pussy was dampening rapidly as she stared at her hand running up and down his shaft. "It's a foot long!"

"One last thing, Mrs. Simmons," said Jenkins, loosening his tie. He reached and touched the shoulder strap of her bra. "The bureau needs it's property back." He tugged until the strap slid down her arm. Soon the negligee he had given her two weeks ago fell around Chrissy's feet leaving her clad in only the thong. Jenkins hand moved to one nipple. He pinched it and she moaned still mesmerized by the big black cock in her hand. "Why don't you get a closer look?" His hand left her nipple, went up to her shoulder, and pushed down.

Chrissy fell to her feet right in front of Jenkin's foot long black cock. It looked even bigger as she stared cross-eyed down the shaft. She couldn't really understand why she was so fascinated with it. To be honest, Ike's monstrosity of a cock was quite ugly until she pulled the foreskin back and the purplish head appeared, then it became sleek and magnificent. "I see it, but I still don't believe it. God," she said, staring under his cock at his scrotum, "even your balls are huge."

Ike groaned as if in pain. "Yeah, they're a bit on the swollen side right now. I haven't had any relief in months. I'm married to my job and working long hours getting scum off the streets plus with no girlfriend I just haven't had time to meet anybody. Having a beautiful white woman stroking it isn't helping me none either. Maybe, you should stop."

Chrissy jerked her hand back. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Did you say months? It must be painful."

"It is painful. This was a bad idea. I don't know how I'm going to get it back in my trousers now. It sucks sometimes that I'm so duty bound. Sometimes, I think I should just switch to a desk job and find myself a wife, but I'm a patriot and will always do my duty."

"I wish there was something I could do for you," said Chrissy. Ike was making no effort to put his cock away and she was reaching out to it as if she wanted to grab it again, but she held her hand back.

"The only way you could help me, ma'am is to get me off. I already know that you're a patriot and are willing to do you're duty, but I know that's a lot to ask."

"You want me to make you cum?" It seemed crazy to say it was patriotic to jerk off a stranger, but Chrissy was well aware of how men were different then women when it came to sex and agent Jenkins did put his life on the line every day. She made up her mind, reached out and grabbed his cock again. "What do you want me to do?"

"Oh thanks and god bless, Mrs. Simmons," moaned Ike. "You don't know what this means to me. I'd be happy if you just stroked me off, but if you don't mind, I'd love it if you licked around the head or sucked it in your mouth some."

"We'll see," she replied, "but I'm just helping out a public servant. It goes no further and my panties stay on." Chrissy grabbed the base of his cock to hold it steady and began running her free hand up and down the shaft. If someone had told her two weeks ago that she would be kneeling nearly nude and stroking the foot long black cock of a stranger, she would have vomited it disgust. Now she was willingly helping out this black man, fascinated with his enormous cock, and judging by the dampness between her thighs, extremely aroused to do so. She never planned to go any further then just using her hand, but the friction was too dry. The tip of his cock was oozing decent amounts of lubrication, but not nearly enough to coat such a big shaft. "It's too dry," she stated.

"That's why it would help if you used your mouth," replied Ike.

Chrissy stared at the massive black cock. Ike was a rather good looking man. His face was attractive in a rugged manly way with chiseled features. His bald head was a turn off, but it also made him look virile. He filled out his suit nicely and looked to have a very fit body under it. Unfortunately, his good looks did not apply to his cock. It was rather bulbous and ugly with big bulging blue black veins crisscrossing it. Worst of all, was the wrinkly black foreskin. She slid the hand griping the base further up his cock and pulled the foreskin taut. This improved it's attractiveness considerably. Remembering how she had come to enjoy sucking Malik's cock and even liking the taste of his cum, Chrissy leaned down and licked the head of Ike's cock.

"That's it girl," he moaned.

Chrissy ran her tongue around the head and then stretched her jaw as wide as she could, she took the knob in her mouth. She held it there, letting her tongue swirl all around the head. She bobbed her head a little, sucking the end of Ike's cock. Drool ran down his shaft, soon helping her hand glide smoothly up and down his cock. They both moaned together.

Chrissy gagged and paused for a moment as the head pushed into her throat. She tried again and this time succeeded in getting a third of Ike's cock in her mouth. He was so large and thick, sucking this thing would take some getting used to. By this time, her pussy was dripping wet and screaming for attention. She'd recently discovered how to please herself with her fingers. Looking up at Ike, she saw him staring back. He winked at her and she winked back, feeling stupid for some reason. She let her tongue run under his cock while she sucked it. He continued to stare, but could see beneath her. So, she let one hand leave his shaft and moved it between her own legs. She found her thong soaked and quickly pushed it aside, slipping three fingers in her hot pussy. She moaned around his shaft as she fingered herself. Minutes later, Chrissy wanted to scream as she orgasmed, but her scream turned into another gag as nearly half his cock slid down her throat.

Chrissy noticed Ike's cock seemed to be swelling larger and it was even harder to swallow. She had to pull back until only the head was in her mouth. Suddenly, the cock gave a large spasm and cum filled her mouth. It bulged her cheeks out and squirted out the sides of her mouth around his cock. She was forced to gulp, swallowing too much at once and making her esophagus hurt. She swallowed again, this time tasting the hot rich seed on her tongue and liking it as much as she had liked the taste of Malik's semen. Ike suddenly pulled back and shot several strands of semen across her face just as Malik had done and Chrissy wandered if it was some kind of cultural thing among black men to shoot their seed on women.

Ike jerked forwards on his own cock, squeezing several long strands of sperm out to fall on her stretched tongue. Chrissy took every drop in her mouth and swallowed. She licked her lips and said, "Does that feel better?"

"You have no idea," growled Ike.

"Glad I could help," she panted, aware that her fingers were still working in and out of her pussy. She wanted to cum again, but didn't want Ike to know what she was doing, so she reluctantly pulled them out. She brought that hand up to heft his huge scrotum. "It must have been awhile for you. I've never seen so much cum." Indeed, Ike appeared to have ejaculated more then Malik and Eriq had combined.

"Actually, it's always about that much," said Ike, grinning. "Every time."

Chrissy gently fondled one of his balls. "I can believe it," she said, touching one testicle bigger then Todd's entire scrotum and even bigger then her fist.

"That was an unexpected surprise, Mrs. Simmons," said Ike, "but I'm not quite done here. Why don't you go get cleaned up and we can finish up."

Chrissy stood up, feeling liquefied sperm starting to slide down her cheeks and nose. "Good idea. I'll just take a quick shower." She turned and headed upstairs.

Ike watched her go. When she was out of sight, he walked over to the couch, closed his laptop, and gathered his bag. He pulled off his tie and he climbed the stairs after her.

***************

Chrissy's pussy was screaming for attention. She felt like playing with herself again as she showered, but knew Ike was waiting. She figured that if they could rap up their meeting quickly, she could have a longer more enjoyable masturbation session after he left.

After washing her face and body, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry herself off. She stepped back into the still wet thong. Not wanting to greet the FBI agent in only the thong again, she walked next door to her bedroom to grab her robe. She gasped when she entered her bedroom.

Ike was laying on his side on her marital bed. He was nude and his huge swollen cock hung down until it hit the bedspread and then it laid out from his body. His body was ever bit as impressive as it had appeared under his suit. His chest was covered sparsely by gray hair. "I thought we might have some more fun," said the muscular black man.

Chrissy felt a sudden surge of lust at the sight of his nude body and huge cock. It did nothing to satisfy her state of arousal. "I can't," she said. "Ike... Agent Jenkins, I'm a happily married woman. This is my husband's house, my husband's bed, our marital bed. What happened was nice, but it was wrong and to go any further would make it worse."

"I understand completely," said Ike, sitting up. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do. I was just thinking I might return the favor. Do for you, what you did for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Come here." He stood, took her hand, and led her over to the bed. He sat her on the edge and kneeled down between her legs.

"Oh my god!" she cried, realizing what he intended. She found the idea suddenly exciting and her soaked pussy gushed some more. "Alright, lets have some more fun, but it goes no further and the panties stay on."

"No problem," said Ike with a grin. "I do have to pull them aside though." He reached out and touched the thong right under her labia causing her to gasp. "These things are soaked."

Chrissy stared wide-eyed as Ike moved his head closer between her thighs. He was pinching her thong now and pulling the material slowly out of the way. A few wisps of red hair appeared and then almost all of it as he pulled the thong over to her thigh. Ike's head got closer and for a moment Chrissy wrinkled her nose in distaste as it looked like Ike was taking a big whiff of her pussy, but almost immediately her distaste was replaced with extreme pleasure as his tongue slowly licked up her wet labia before flickering over her distended clitoris. Chrissy shuddered with pleasure. She moaned when he repeated the act.

Ike increased his pace and Chrissy's body reacted by writhing in pleasure. She stared down at him in awe as he wriggled his tongue as deep as it would go in her pussy. He stared back at her and she got the impression he was grinning as he tongued her. She had know idea oral sex could feel this good. Sure her girlfriends had told her how much they loved it, but the thought of returning the favor on the guy had Chrissy always refusing. She gasped as her writhing turned to bucking as she raised her pelvis into his thrusting tongue.

This was something she could do with Todd! With practice, her husband might become as skilled as Ike was and all she'd have to do is suck Todd's little penis for him. She immediately regretted thinking that, but there was no denying the fact that she now considered her husband to have a small penis. Sucking Todd's dick after learning on Malik and Ike would be a piece of cake. Chrissy's crotch leaped up and froze as she had a sudden strong orgasm. Ike had pushed the tips of two fingers inside her while sucking her clit between his lips. She fell back on the bed whimpering.

He was having trouble pushing his fingers in while holding the panties aside. He grunted and yanked her thong up her thighs some. Chrissy didn't complain. He had pushed his fingers in as deep as they would go and it had prolonged her orgasm. The black man's two fingers were bigger then Todd's penis, longer and a lot thicker, and it felt amazing. However, Chrissy wanted to open her legs wider. She sat back up, reached down, and pulled her wet, twisted thong up to her knees. She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes.

Ike's fingers and tongue felt so good and really hit the spot. It was exactly what her pussy had needed to satisfy it. She wanted him deeper, but the thong was holding her knees together. With an exasperated sigh, Chrissy sat back up and pulled the thong all the way off, tossing it aside. She laid back down and opened her legs as wide as they could go. Ike seemed pleased with this. He attacked her pussy more aggressively. His fingered her rapidly while flickering his tongue over her clit. He wasn't keeping his fingers straight, he was arching and the tips were really stimulating an area deep in her pussy. Chrissy couldn't believe it, but she was going to cum again. When she did, her orgasm was explosive and she soaked Ike's entire hand. It felt too good to be embarrassed. Chrissy was moaning in a near comatose state.

Chrissy was only vaguely aware that Ike had withdrawn his fingers and was pushing her body back on the bed. When she did finally come to her senses, she looked up to see the black man was now kneeling between her legs with his foot long cock aimed straight at her pussy. The huge knob had emerged from the foreskin and was inches from the opening of her vagina. Her hand quickly covered her pubic hair and his cock head ended up pushing against her fingers. He stared at her angrily. "Do you have a condom?" she asked.

"Nope. I hadn't exactly planned on this," he replied, frustrated and pressing his cock hard against her hand.

"Just don't cum in me," she said, pulling her hand away. Ike's cock head was pressing against her labia a second later. It was probably safe, but you never know. Malik had cum in her pussy at her most fertile time and she was still terrified waiting to see if he had knocked her up. "And go easy on me. I doubt if I can take it all."

"You'll take it all, you sexy slut," groaned Ike. They moaned together as his cock head slipped inside her. "I haven't met a woman yet who didn't love every inch."

"Oh god," she cried watching Ike work the cock head around in her before slowly pushing several more inches in. He was patient, slowly moving his cock in as her pussy opened for it. Soon he was deeper then Todd had ever been, then he was deeper then his fingers had been. She stared in awe as her pussy slowly accepted the huge cock, wincing when the head banged on her cervix. He was now as deep as Malik had been. "I guess that's it," she gasped out, breathing heavily.

"It's not all the way in," replied Ike. He held his cock against her cervix, jerking it and pressing it against the opening to her womb. His cock was ejaculating large amounts of precum on her cervix, softening it and slowly it opened for the large invader.

Chrissy winced in pain as Ike's cock slipped all the way inside her. She had taken him balls deep. He held it buried and she was surprised at how quickly the pain faded. "You know what I want?" she asked.

"What's that baby?"

"I want to be fucked by that big black cock. I want to be fucked hard."

"Do you now?"

"Yeah lover, fuck me with your big black cock." She expected Ike to began slamming her hard after that, but instead, Ike laid down on top of her. She immediately felt engulfed and protected by his muscular body. He arched his back to kiss her, but she turned her head away. "No kisses," she said, "just fuck me."

Ike braced himself above her and slowly started moving his cock in and out of her. "How's that feel, baby?"

"I'm so stuffed down there. It feels real good, Ike."

"Better then hubby?" Ike waited for several seconds for her answer, but it didn't come. "You don't have to answer that."

"No Ike, it feels better then my husband. A lot better. It just hurts to say it. Now shut up and work that big black cock."

Ike continued slowly working his cock in and out of her pussy. "You feel good to me to baby. You're so hot and wet down there. That white pussy of yours is gripping my cock like a vise."

Chrissy moaned as her body automatically started lifting her hips into his slowly thrusting cock. "Faster Ike. Please. I want to be fucked hard and fast."

"Sorry Chrissy, you're just so sexy. So beautiful. You deserve to be treated better then just a quick fuck. I wanna slowly have you all night."

"Oh gawd," she groaned, feeling an orgasm growing inside her. It felt like it was centered in her womb. "I don't want it slow," she gasped, grabbing his hips and trying to pull and push on them to get him to move faster. Ike didn't change his pace. He was bracing himself over her now, arms extended like he was doing a push up. Chrissy released her grip on his hips and used her hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. "Ike stop. Please. Not like this. Come on you black bastard. Fuck me." Nothing she did stopped him. Chrissy was shuddering and writhing beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock. She opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them around his thighs. Her fists quit pounding his chest. She slipped her arms around his back, grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him deeper into her. His face was hovering over hers, separated by half a foot. He was staring into her eyes. "You bastard," she whispered. "Not like this." She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, trying to fight the powerful feelings inside her.

"Cum for me," said Ike.

Chrissy suddenly released her grip on his ass. Her hands grabbed both sides of his head and pulled his lips down against hers. It was an open wet kiss and soon their tongues were dueling over whose mouth to enter. Then Chrissy was cumming and cumming hard. She whimpered in pleasure, wanting to cry at the same time. Ike had just taken something from her. He had refused to fuck her. Instead he had made love to her and she had just given in to her passion, loving him back. She now felt like she had betrayed her marriage a lot more then if they had just fucked for mutual pleasure. Chrissy sucked his dark lower lip into her mouth, whimpering while she came down from the huge orgasm. "Bathterd," she mumbled, the word garbled as she was still sucking on his lip.

Ike laughed and kissed her again, holding his cock buried in her. She passionately returned it while he let her rest for a moment. After a minute or so, Ike enveloped her body again and rolled over on his back, never breaking their kiss. Chrissy pushed against his chest and sat up feeling the full impalement of his mighty cock inside her. "Now ride me you sexy slut," growled Ike.

Chrissy was still too weak to bounce in his lap. She ended up leaning forward and sliding her crotch back and forth. They kissed again for awhile, before Ike pushed her back and took one nipple in his mouth. Chrissy groaned in pleasure as he flickered his tongue over her sensitive nipple. "Oh shit," she whispered, almost to herself, "I'm gonna cum again!"

"That's it Chrissy," he said releasing her nipple. "Do it. Cum for me."

"Oh god, Ike." Chrissy sat up and began bouncing in his lap.

"Cum on that big black cock." Ike grabbed and squeezed both her breasts. He leaned up far enough to suck on her other nipple. He switched back and forth between her nipples.

"I'm cumming," she moaned, quivering as she rode his cock. Ike kept sucking on one nipple, but he suddenly moved his hands to her ass and held her up. He took over, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of her as fast as he could. Chrissy screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm was immense. This time he didn't let her recover. He just kept thrusting up into her. "I can't ugh believe ugh what you're ugh doing to me ugh ugh," she cried.

"There's something you can do for me, white girl," he grunted. Ike had broken out into a sweat now and his forehead looked strained.

"Ugh anything ugh ugh," she replied.

Ike kissed her nipple and fell back on the bed, looking up at her. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Chrissy was surprised he had lasted this long. Todd would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Ike was going and Ike had been at it fifteen minutes now. Plus, the black man was twice Todd's age. His best years were long behind him. "What do you ugh want?" she cried.

"Getting close," he answered.

She suddenly knew what he wanted and she gave it to him. "In my pussy. Cum in my ugh pussy."

"Oh yeah," growled Ike, thrusting up and holding his cock in her.

"Yes!" screamed Chrissy as the first huge jet of sperm struck her womb. Unbelievably, it triggered a third orgasm which lasted as long as Ike's cock continued blasting sperm inside her pussy. Chrissy couldn't really tell, but it felt like he was cumming inside her pussy ever bit as much as he had cum in her mouth earlier.

When he was done cumming, he released his hold on her ass and let her fall on top of him. She grabbed his cheeks and pulled her mouth over to his. They kissed for several minutes with his cock plugging her pussy full of his semen. "You're incredible Mrs. Simmons," said Ike between kisses.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied. Chrissy slowly slid off Ike's cock, but kept the head in her. He was still huge, but it had gone limp. "I'm going to make a run for the bathroom. I think I'm going to leak a gusher when this black monster unplugs."

Ike laughed and yanked his cock out. Chrissy gasped in shock and leaped off the bed, racing to the bathroom. She hadn't been wrong, liquefied semen poured out of her pussy, dripping on the bed, floor, and coating her thighs. She squatted over the toilet and scooped out as much as she could with toilet paper. She wasn't too worried about Ike cumming in her. When Malik had ejaculated in her was much riskier and she was praying she'd get her period in a week or so. No letting Ike cum in her was the ultimate betrayal of her marriage and she felt horrible yet fantastic at the same time. If she had to do it again, she wouldn't do anything differently, except maybe staying on birth control.

Chrissy walked out of the bathroom and Ike stood up off the bed to greet her. Her eyes automatically focusing on the big black banana swinging freely between his legs. "It's late," he said, why don't you cook me an early dinner?"

Chrissy glanced at the clock. The afternoon had flown by. "Alright. Why not. I can whip something up." She reached for her robe where she had left it on the floor earlier.

"Oh no," said Ike. "If you're going to cook for me, you will do it nude or if you prefer, you may put the teddy back on."

Chrissy giggled and dropped the robe. "I have some pork chops thawing for when Todd gets home tomorrow. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good," replied Ike, grinning wryly. He liked the thought that he would be eating her husband's dinner after making love to his wife. "Now go cook me dinner, woman." He playfully spanked her ass as Chrissy turned to head downstairs. "I'll be down when I clean up."

Chrissy walked downstairs. It felt weird being nude so she ended up putting the lingerie back on. She had just slipped the pork chops in the oven when Ike entered the room. She turned to smile at him and gasped. Ike was still nude! He walked over to her couch and began reading her husband's newspaper. She took some frozen vegetables from out of the freezer while strange emotions assaulted her body and soul. On one hand Ike was being presumptuous sitting nude while she cooked her husband's dinner for him. Seriously, was he planning to go home anytime? On the other hand, this was always exactly what she had wanted. The best most passionate sex of her life while cooking for her satisfied man. She was happy to the point of giddiness while she finished cooking and even while they ate.

After dinner, Chrissy cleaned off the table and started washing the dishes. Ike stepped up behind her, reached around and squeezed her tits through the lingerie. He thrust his crotch against her ass. She moaned while his cock hardened. He kissed her neck, pulling one hand back and putting it on his hard cock. To answer her earlier question, no, he wasn't planning on going home anytime soon. He pushed her out the door and she ended up leading him up the stairs by his cock.

Chrissy soon found herself on all fours on her disheveled bed while Ike slowly impaled her from behind. Ike's strong black hands grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock. Somehow, even in this impersonal position, Ike made her feel like she was being made love to and not fucked. Even when his fat thumb worked it's way inside her anus, she still felt like he was showing her his love and the large orgasm she had didn't hurt. Even when he removed his thumb and pulled his well-soaked cock out of her pussy, placing it against her tight rosebud, she felt he was still making love to her, but in a different way as she felt pressure on her sphincter. It never occurred to her to deny him.

Ike was slow and as gentle as possible letting her ass get used to his large cock. He pushed a little in each time, stopping when Chrissy jumped and tried to pull herself away. Then he would proceed a little more. Three weeks ago this would have been a disgusting sinful act. Two weeks ago, Eriq had pushed his big cock In her ass while she rode Malik's cock and she had loved it. Ike was bigger and stretched her out more, but her ass got used to him quite quickly. Chrissy moaned.

"You like having a big black cock shoved up your white ass?"

"God forgive me, but I do," she whispered. "Fuck my ass, Ike."

Ike did just that. He thrust forwards while pulling her back onto his cock. She was never able to take more then ten inches, but the ten filled her good. It felt great, but there was something missing. She felt like such a slut when she realized what it was. The last time there had been a cock in her pussy while she got her ass fucked. She pictured another large black man beneath her thrusting his big cock deep in her pussy while sucking her breasts and Chrissy came. It was a small orgasm, but bigger then any she'd had with her husband and it was solely from having her ass fucked.

Ike growled and thrust forwards. Chrissy's bowels immediately felt soaked. Ike yanked his cock back and out just in time to shoot several long strands of sperm across her back. Afterwards, he went to urinate and clean up. Chrissy exchanged places with him, taking a quick shower and struggling to get all the semen off her back. When she returned to her bedroom Ike was asleep. She left him there and went downstairs to call Todd and tell him about her boring day and how she missed him wishing he was home. She lied the whole time. Ike had completely satisfied her and she'd never felt more like a woman then at that moment. After talking with Todd, she headed back upstairs and quietly slipped into bed beside the snoring black man.

Chrissy moaned in her sleep as she laid on her side. Her legs were spreading as something slid back and forth between her thighs. Her nipples were being pinched and tugged. She opened her eyes and blinked as the bedroom lights came on. She was still waking up when Ike's cock slipped inside her from behind. She was soon thrusting her hips back, twisting herself so that she could lean back and kiss him. He lifted her leg so he could angle his cock in better and they made love like that for several minutes.

Eventually, Ike grabbed her tightly and rolled her on top of him. His arms reached around to fondle her breasts while she turned her head to kiss him. "I want you in deeper," she moaned to him. Chrissy sat up and rode his cock while facing away from him. She could see her white freckled body in her wall mirror sitting on Ike's dark black form. She found it very erotic. Chrissy jumped off him and spun around so that she could face him. This time they kissed again while she mounted him. They were still kissing twenty minutes later when Ike's cock sprayed another load directly into her womb. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by his lips as she came with each squirt of his cock.

Chrissy collapsed on top of him and turned her head to rest. His cock remained hard for awhile, slowly softening and shrinking until a torrent of semen was able to leak on their crotches from her flooded womb. She fell asleep still joined with the black man, their crotches a sticky mess.

Ike awoke at dawn and was delighted by the sight of a beautiful big breasted white woman with dark red hair serving him breakfast in bed. The ravenous black man accepted the tray and began shoveling bacon and eggs in his mouth while Chrissy began taking her special breakfast sausage in her mouth. Ike's cock was still soft when she swallowed it, but it quickly hardened. She was pleased to see that at some point during the night, he had washed his crotch of their combined crusty fluids and he was relatively clean. Ike kept eating while she gave him a slow luxurious blow job. He finished breakfast before she finished hers and moved the tray over to her side of the bed, looking down at her while she looked up at him. His stare made her bob her head faster. Chrissy was getting familiar to the signs a man's cock gave as it approached orgasm. The cock head swelled in her throat and she was completely prepared when it blew. Her cheeks swelled out, but she didn't spill a drop, swallowing every bit and milking his mighty shaft for every last drop. When she was satisfied, she had drained his balls dry, she released his cock, gave the little bit of his urethra that was visible through his foreskin a little kiss as she gasped for air.

"Thanks for a great night," said Ike.

"My pleasure," she replied. "And I mean my pleasure. Ike, that was the best night of my life."

"Mine too. It was nice to play the husband of such an amazing woman even if it was only one night. Mind if I take a shower. I need to get to work soon."

"Go ahead," said Chrissy feeling guilty again. Why'd he have to mention the word, husband? Worse, it had been wonderful having a real man for a husband for just one night. A man who knew how to take care of his needy wife's horniness. "I'll be downstairs doing the dishes."

Chrissy gathered up the tray, utensils, and empty plate, pausing long enough to dress in the sexy lingerie he had provided her, and headed downstairs. She had just loaded the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. Assuming it was her neighbor, Sam, she took her time strolling to answer it. Chrissy opened the door as far as the chain latch would go and peeked through the crack. She was surprised to see it wasn't Sam, but another black man. She recognized him quickly. "Agent Smith, what can I do for you?"

Smith looked tired and his black suit was disheveled. He was about twenty years younger then Ike. He resembled the older black man, but then so had Malik and Eriq. Chrissy had always thought that all blacks looked alike, but now she found that thought racist. Smith for one was not half as attractive as Ike. His face looked crueler, his eyes more penetrating. His hair was cut in a flat top. His height and build were almost identical to Ike's, a little over six feet and muscular. "I'm here to see Agent Jenkins," he said.

"Agent Jenkins? Why do you think he would be here?" she lied, wincing when she realized Ike's car was probably in front of her house. Plus, Smith was a trained FBI agent and would easily detect her lies.

"Because I drove him here, Mrs. Simmons," grunted Smith. "We're partners after all."

Chrissy blushed. "Sorry," she apologized. Smith must have slept in the car last night. That explained why he looked so tired.

"May I come in, Mrs. Simmons?"

"Of course." Chrissy closed the door and removed the chain. She reopened the door and Smith's eyes immediately took in her lingerie clad body. "Oops. I should go change."

"Don't bother. You look fantastic."

Chrissy blushed again, but had no urge to cover her body. She was even slightly pleased with his attention. "I bet you'd like a cup of coffee."

"Sounds good." Smith followed her to the kitchen and Chrissy unconsciously put an extra sway in her hips. "Where's the old fart?"

"Upstairs in the shower."

"Fool could get in a lot of trouble for this." Smith shook his head. "Sleeping with a married client. Using you to catch criminals. I hope he doesn't get suspended."

Chrissy gasped and turned around holding the cup of coffee in both hands. "You're not going to tell are you?"

"I'm not sure yet. It‘s my patriotic duty to report agent Jenkins."

"Please. He's your partner." Chrissy put her thumb up to her mouth and bit the nail nervously. "We didn't do anything I didn't agree too." Smith appeared unmoved. "Ike's a good man. He hadn't been with a woman in awhile and I was lonely. He just asked me to help him out a little. Please agent Smith. Say something."

"Would you be willing to help me out a little?"

Chrissy froze. "What do you mean?" She stared at the cruel looking black man as he reached down to his gray slacks and started undoing his belt. "No, not that."

Smith laughed. "Do this for me or I bring Jenkins up on ethics charges." He whipped his long black cock out and tugged on the tip as it grew completely erect. "Besides, we're partners, we share everything."

"My god," said Chrissy staring at another foot long black monster cock. It was almost identical to Ike's, yet the exact opposite in some ways. Ike was a ruggedly handsome older black man, but his cock was ugly with it's wrinkly foreskin. Smith was an unattractive angry looking man, but his cock was simply gorgeous. It looked like it was carved from ebony. The thing was perfectly streamlined, straight, and it had no ugly foreskin covering the fat head. Chrissy felt dizzy as she stared at it. Her legs grew weak. She fell to her knees and Smith took three steps forward, lining his cock up with her mouth. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head.

"That's it girl. You're really helping me out too," groaned the black man.

"I'm only doing this to help Ike," she said, looking up at him. She took the cock head in her mouth and continued to stare up at him. Chrissy knew the last was a lie. Every instinct in her body had told her to fall to her knees and take Smith in her mouth. She watched as he removed his coat and tie. A very muscular chest revealed itself to her as he undid his shirt, but he didn't remove it, he just let it hang open.

"That's it girl. Suck that black dick," moaned Smith, placing his hands in her red hair.

Chrissy's throat gave a contented purr as she took Smith's cock deep in her throat. She bobbed her head rapidly, using one hand to hold the base of his cock while the other hand played with his heavy balls. Their pricks may have been the same size, but Smith had even bigger testicles then Ike did. One thing the old black man had that Ike didn't was stamina. Smith's cock began swelling after only about ten minutes. He was grunting and his fingers were digging into her head. Chrissy had just sped up when she heard a noise. Ike had entered the room and was staring at her. She felt like she had just betrayed Ike and the moment the horror of betrayal hit her, Smith began cumming. He shot a load down her throat and then pulled back, her mouth immediately filling with hot semen to the point of overflowing. Sperm squirted out of her puckered lips before she could swallow. Her mouth filled again. She gulped it all down. It was hot and rich, maybe even better tasting then Ike's. Then Smith's cock was yanked from her mouth and more sperm blasted her face, coating it.

"Well James," said Ike. "I see you got tired of waiting in the car."

Chrissy opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Smith slowly stroking his cock and squeezing out the last few drops to fall on her face. She held out her tongue to catch some and stared sideways at Ike. He didn't seem the least upset to catch her sucking his partner.

"Yeah partner, crammed into that tight sedan knowing what you was getting in here, nearly drove me crazy," responded James.

"You should have joined us."

Chrissy's brow furrowed at that. What kind of woman did Ike think she was? Her tongue ran around her lips licking up as much of Smith's cum as it could reach. "Can I get you anything?" she asked Smith, still looking up at him from her knees. "Coffee, some breakfast?"

She was still stroking his cock and it had remained hard. "I ain't done with you yet. Stand up." He led her over to her kitchen table and lifted her on it. He undid her bra, but kept the silk top on and pushed her back on the table. Chrissy lifted her hips as Smith pulled her thong off. She spread her legs as he guided his huge cock inside her.

Ike walked by and poured himself another cup of coffee. "Hurry it up will you, we need to get going."

"I'm taking my time with this pussy," replied Smith, slowly fucking her with the entire length of his cock. He was too impatient though. Agent Smith's slow pace didn't last long. Soon he was grabbing her ankles and slamming his cock into her as fast as his hips could go. Ike stood nearby casually watching and sipping his coffee. Impatient or not, James lasted a long time at his fast pace and Chrissy found herself thrashing in a series of orgasms. He was leaning over her and her hands were running up and down his hard muscular chest. Her hips leaped up into his thrusting cock. "Cumming," he groaned.

"Oh god! Yes!" Chrissy tried to pull him deep inside her. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, never considering that she should have made him pull out. "Yes!" she screamed at the first blast from his cock. "I feel it!" His cock head blasted her womb with sperm triggering her to have a huge orgasm. Smith's oversized balls produced a load as big as the one she'd swallowed earlier, nearly flooding her womb.

The next thing Chrissy remembered was being roughly shaken on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Ike standing over her. His partner was in the background, now dressed and fixing his tie. She must have passed out. "We need to get going Mrs. Simmons."

"Already," she groaned. Her back hurt slightly from laying on the table.

"Yes, it's late and we need to get back to work. I'll be in touch about going after Biggie Little."

"Alright." Chrissy struggled to sit up on her table.

"Thanks again for helping us out on our cases and for that other thing last night." Ike winked at her. "We'll let ourselves out." Smith didn't say a word, he just followed Ike out the door.

Chrissy finally managed to sit up. Her legs were still spread and semen was pouring from her pussy creating a puddle on her kitchen table and slowly dripping off the edge to the floor. Smith's big balls really produced a lot of sperm, she thought, watching an apparently endless stream and most of his cum was trapped in her womb behind her cervix. She didn't think Todd's testicles produced a tablespoon's worth of semen.

Chrissy managed to push herself off the table. She got a paper towel from the counter and held it under her leaking pussy before getting another and cleaning off her table. Her cleaning job wasn't complete, but she really needed a shower. She could clean up better after showering and maybe sleeping all afternoon. She was sore all over and her jaw ached from giving two enormous black men blow jobs that morning. She was looking forward to a lazy afternoon resting when her doorbell rang again. Immediately, her heart raced as she pictured Ike and James coming back for more. Maybe they had decided to spend the afternoon with her. She almost raced to throw open her front door when she remembered that all she had on was a see thru silk top hanging from her shoulders. Chrissy quickly stepped into the thong. The doorbell rang again and again. "Coming," she yelled, slipping her bra on under the top. The bell began ringing incessantly.

Chrissy frowned, realizing it probably wasn't her black lovers returning for more. She replaced the chain in the latch and opened her door a crack, standing back to keep her sperm covered face from her visitor. "What is it?"

"Good morning Chrissy," said her seventy year old neighbor, Sam. "I was hoping to come in and visit with you." Sam was grinning, but his expression was cold.

"I'm sorry, you've picked a bad time." She closed the door on him, but he immediately pounded on it with his fist. She reopened the door a crack. "What Sam? I'm busy."

"Too busy for me, but not too busy to entertain a couple of niggers?," replied Sam.

Chrissy gasped. "What do you mean?"

Sam had an ugly expression on his face. "What part of entertain and niggers didn't you understand? I saw them leaving here."

"Those men are FBI agents, Sam. I've been doing them a favor and I don't appreciate what you're accusing me of. I am a married woman after all. Now get off my property." Chrissy slammed the door shut again. Sam had made her angry and it wasn't just towards him, but at herself. She was a married woman and she loved her husband. What was I thinking, she thought just as Sam pounded on her door again. "Go away."

"Did you like sucking on nigger cock?" he yelled on the other side of the door.

"I don't know what you mean," she yelled back.

"You sucked on that old nigger's cock last night," he yelled again.

Chrissy's face drained of color. She pulled the door open again. "Keep it down," she hissed, looking past him to see if any of her other neighbors were about. Sam's voice had been very loud.

Sam said more quietly, "You sucked that old nigger's cock like you loved it you little slut."

"Nonsense! Sam Sylvester, get off my property or I'm calling the police."

"I saw you. Plain as day. Prancing around in that little negligee thingy. Kneeling before that nigger and taking his big cock in your mouth. You looked like you was loving it."

"You spied on me!"

"I've been peeking in your windows ever since seeing you in that bikini two weeks ago. Got a thing for peeping. Haven't seen much ‘cept you wearing that sexy little outfit whenever hubby's out of town. That is until last night."

"You fucking pervert," gasped Chrissy, indignantly.

"Can't argue with you there," cackled Sam. "You should see my collection of toys I keep at home. Wait a minute. What am I saying. You are going to see my collection of toys, you redheaded slut."

"Oh my god," moaned, Chrissy. "What do you mean?"

"I've been wanting my own personal slut for years now since my wife became invalid and I just found me one."

"No!"

"Yes. Now unless you want Toddy finding out that his pretty young wife likes her some nigger cock, you're going to close that door, undo that chain, and let your new master in your house. I‘ve got a thing for submissive sluts."

Chrissy was breathing heavily as she stared at her old neighbor in horror. She closed the door on him. She just stood there for a moment before her shaking hand lifted itself and undid the chain. She was looking at her feet when she reopened the door.

"That's a good slut," said Sam, walking inside. "Chin up," he ordered, placing a hand on her chin and lifting her head. "I want to look at you. Fuck yeah!" he moved his hand down to her tits and toyed with her breasts over the thin silk. He tweaked one nipple. "You got some big ass nipples and I got a thing for big ass nipples." He pinched her other nipple. Chrissy was disgusted with herself when the nipples he had pinched remained hard, her areola and nipple sticking out almost in inch. They were feeling sensitive too, she could feel the silk rubbing against them and they ached where he had pinched them, but it was a pleasurable ache. "You disgust me," growled Sam.

"Wh-what?" Chrissy stared at him wide-eyed with shock.

"You're covered in dried nigger cum."

"Oh."

"Get your ass upstairs and take a shower."

Chrissy turned and raced up her stairs. He was ordering her around like he owned her and her natural instinct was to obey him. She entered her bathroom, pulled down her thong and lifted the silk slip over her head. Chrissy turned the shower on and stepped inside as soon as the water had warmed. The shower felt good and for a moment she enjoyed it forgetting the fate the was awaiting her downstairs. She retrieved the washcloth and ran it across her face before moving it down to her thighs. Sam was right, she did have nig... the black men's semen all over her body. Chrissy was startled when her shower curtain suddenly yanked open.

"Mind if I join you?" Sam stepped inside the shower with her. "I've got a thing for wet women."

Chrissy looked at her old neighbor in horror. Sam was old, at least seventy and his body looked old. He was wrinkled and saggy. His chest sagged and was covered by white hair except in the center where a long open heart surgery scar covered it's length. He had a large beer gut too that sloped out above his gray pubic hair and curved back just under his ribs. His penis was already hard. If she had seen it two weeks ago, she would have been impressed by it's size. The old man was at least two inches longer then her husband's six inch penis. The width was about the same as her husband's and maybe even skinnier. The strange thing about the elongated prick was the head. The head had little flare to it and was grape shaped. It was longer then normal taking up about a quarter of Sam's dick's entire length or around two inches long. Under the long skinny cock was a wrinkly scrotum a little bigger then Todd's, but not by much.

"I know it ain't much compared to that old nigger, but I bet it's bigger then Toddy's," said Sam. "Am I right?"

"Yes," whispered Chrissy. "You are bigger."

"You sure. Get a closer look." Sam placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees in the tub. The shower was spraying her back as she looked at the old man's prick just inches from her face. "You're gonna get off easy today, slut. I'm in a hurry and seeing as how I don't want to put my dick in any pussy that's just been stretched out by a nigger, I'll settle for a blow job. I‘ve got a thing for full red lips like yours and that thing wants those lips wrapped around it."

"Oh god," she moaned, reaching up and grabbing the base of Sam's dick. Her nasty disgusting neighbor was older then her grandfather and now she had no choice, but to suck his dick. Chrissy leaned forward and took the long grape sized head in her mouth. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Sam while she bobbed her head, sucking more in as she went. After Smith and Jenkins, Sam was a piece of cake.

"That's it slut, suck that dick," groaned Sam, grabbing her wet hair in one fist and using it to bob her head.

Chrissy wanted this over with. She was quickly learning to recognize the signs that she was doing something right. Sam seemed to like having her run her tongue over his pee slit each time she pulled her head back. She could feel his entire body quiver each time she did it. He liked it when she squeezed her lips as tightly as she could around his shaft. He liked it when she deep throated him, but his scraggly gray pubic hair tickled her nose every time she took him deep. Sam didn't last long. His dick jerked as she was licking the underside of the head, shooting a wad of semen across her tongue. His seed didn't taste rich like the black men's sperm did, Sam's semen tasted old and stale. Chrissy was impressed with the amount for the size of his prick. Sam's cum could have filled a shot glass, nothing compared to a black man's, but impressive next to her husband's teaspoon full.

"Whooeee," groaned Sam as he exhaled. "I've had lots of blow jobs, but none of them seemed as into it as you did just now."

"I just wanted to get it over with," whispered Chrissy, softly enough that he probably didn't hear her under the noise from the shower.

"You know how dogs mark their territory, slut?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I've got a thing for golden showers." Sam grabbed his deflated dick which was still nearly eight inches long and aimed it at her breasts. A moment later, a stream of yellow urine splattered off her right nipple before he lead the stream over to her left breast. Chrissy's mouth gaped open in horror and disgust, but she quickly clamped her lips down tight as the steady stream of urine moved up to her face. She squeezed her eyes shut until the stream stopped. She was about to open them, when a little squirt struck her face, stopped, and then another sprayed her. "Water's starting to get cold. Meet me in your living room. No need to get dressed. In fact, I'll want you naked whenever you're around me. I‘ve got a thing for naked sluts." Sam stepped out of her shower and grabbed a nearby towel.

Chrissy remained kneeling in the shower and cried a little, but the sprinkling water hid her tears. The water was getting cold by the time she forced herself to her feet. When she stepped out of the shower, Sam was already gone. Not wanting to give Sam any more ideas by wearing the lingerie, she retrieved her robe and was belting it around her waist as she walked down the stairs. Sam was on the couch, dressed when she entered the room.

"Here's the rules," he said. "Your pussy belongs to me now. You'll spread them legs, open that pretty mouth, or spread your ass cheeks whenever I tell you to. Provided you don't want Toddy to find out about them niggers. And while were on it, no more nigger cock. You can fuck Todd if you want to, but I don't like my pussy all stretched out. This is going to be great Chrissy. Trust me, you're going to love some of the things I'm gonna do to you."

The color drained from Chrissy's face. "I'm an idiot," she mumbled to herself.

"What's that?"

"Get out."

"That's no way to talk to your new master," growled Sam. "I have half a mind to take my belt off and spank that fine pale ass of yours like my pappy used to beat mine."

"Get out or I'm calling the cops."

"But what about our deal?"

"We don't have a deal, Sam. I'm warning you. Get out."

"Wait until Todd finds out what you've been up to."

"Where's your proof? Who do you think Todd will believe, me or the perverted old neighbor who likes to stare at my breasts. Now get out before I call the cops and tell them how you forced yourself into my house."

Sam's eye twitched. He stood up, looking angry. "Alright I'm leaving, but nobody threatens, Sam Sylvester. Nobody! Especially some nigger loving bitch." Sam turned and stormed over to her front door, slamming it as he left.

Chrissy sat down in the chair across from the couch and started to cry, but just as suddenly she stopped. She didn't feel that sad! Sam was vile and disgusting, but she was feeling more euphoric. She's never stood up to anyone like that and it was empowering.

Chrissy spent the rest of the day feeling great.

Part 3: Undercover With Biggie Little

"The mailman left a package for you at the door today, Chrissy," said Todd, coming home from work.

"I didn't order anything.. Oh wait, I am expecting a new outfit."

"Anything special?" asked her husband, seeming completely disinterested, but making conversation.

"Yes dear, it's my hooker outfit," she pictured herself saying. "Nothing special at all. Just a sweater."

"That's nice," he mumbled. "What's for dinner?"

"I have a roast in the oven."

"Sounds good." Todd buried his head in the morning newspaper.

Later, Chrissy ground her pussy into Todd's little penis, wishing it was longer, wishing it was thicker, wishing it was deeper, hotter, throbbing, wishing it was blacker, but it was none of those things. He came after five minutes and she dismounted, sliding of the bed to go clean up. She'd been climbing the walls with horniness the last week and a half since Ike and Smith had fucked her. She was thrilled when Todd's penis had responded to her playful attention and she had quickly mounted him. The brief sexual encounter with her husband did nothing to quell the sexual fires in her pussy that her encounter with two black conmen had started a month previously.

Chrissy squatted over the toilet and wiped up the minuscule amount of semen Todd's little balls produced. She glanced over at the counter while she wiped. Her pads were laid out. She'd expected her period days ago, but it was late. Hopefully, she wasn't pregnant. She couldn't be sure it was Todd's. She'd had sex with her husband the night before Malik and Eriq had knocked on her door. The evil Malik had pulled her down on his big black cock shooting spurt after spurt of black baby making juice into her pussy. It was hard to believe Todd's little squirt of semen had impregnated her when Malik had literally hosed her womb with his hot seed. Jesus, Malik was a Muslim, she thought, shivering in horror. Hopefully, she was just late.

The next day, Todd left for the office and Chrissy entered her kitchen to open the package. She pulled out a short green dress, garters, panties, stockings, high heeled sandals, and a note from agent Jenkins. The note merely told her to park in the Ramada lot around 5:00 Saturday. He'd meet her there. Chrissy took the dress upstairs to try it on.

Minutes later, she stood before her large mirror clad only in the sheer panties, her garters, and stockings. The outfit hadn't included a bra and she figured a prostitute might forgo one anyway. Everything was a light green and looked good on her pale skin and red hair. The panties were almost a why-even-bother situation. The material did little to cover the globes of her ass and barely covered her pubic hairs. Worse, there was no crotch! "I guess that's so I don't need to remove it to pee," she said aloud to the mirror.

Chrissy pulled the dress on over her head. "No way am I wearing this out in public," she said, trying to pull the hem down further past her thighs. The dress was a dark green version of the "little black cocktail" dress women wore to social events. The hem stopped high up her thighs and left most of her legs exposed. The top was low cut and clearly not made for a buxom women. Her boobs were nearly spilling out of the top and it exposed so much cleavage, the outlines of her hard nipples were clearly visible just inches from the material's edge and that wasn't all. The middle of the dress had large vertical strips cut out of it. One strip was right in the middle and exposed her belly button and a borderline obscene amount of abdomen. Other strips ran parallel to that one, exposing the bottoms of her breasts, most of her belly and more of her abdomen. The strips didn't extend to her back, but the dress was low cut and left a large amount of freckled white skin exposed on her back. "God, do I look like a slut," she said, twirling around. "Which is exactly what a prostitute is, I guess." It was slutty, but she did look fantastic. Chrissy almost found herself looking forward to Saturday.

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Saturday arrived quickly. It was a damp and rainy day. Chrissy took a long shower, shaving her armpits and legs, plus a little bit off the top of her whispy red pubic hair just in case any got exposed when she wore the dress. She slipped the panties and garter on and pulled the nylons up her legs, strapping them onto the garter. She felt nervous and when she was nervous she had to pee. The crotch-less panties were a convenience and she didn't bother removing them as she peed. Ingenious, she thought. Next, Chrissy curled her hair just like she had on her wedding day. It was a lovely look and she wondered why she didn't bother doing this to her hair more often. The final step for her face was to apply makeup. Chrissy was a natural beauty and rarely wore makeup, but she figured hookers wore a lot. She applied dark green eye liner to her eye lids and bright red lipstick to her full pouty lips. Lastly, she painted both her fingernails and toenails a dark green to match the dress. She pulled the dress over her head after her nails dried, trying not to mess up her hair. Once again, Chrissy was awed by how good she looked dressed all slutty.

Soon it was time to leave. She packed a small purse, stuffing it with some pads because her period was still late. The rain was still coming down. She peeked out the door to make sure Sam wasn't around. He was the last person she'd want to see her dressed like this. The coast was clear and a moment later, her car was backing out the driveway.

Chrissy pulled her car into the parking lot of the Ramada, forty-five minutes later. Ike was standing outside the lobby waiting for her and looking every inch the government agent with his dark suit and black umbrella. He approached her car and held the umbrella out to protect her like the gentlemen he was. "God damn, girl, do you look hot," he growled out as she stepped out of the car. His free hand quickly grabbed her back and pulled her into his chest. They kissed under the umbrella with rain pounding on the fabric.

Chrissy gave in to the kiss, but pulled back when she came to her senses. "Ike, the other night was fantastic and I don't regret anything, but I'm a married woman, I love my husband, and it can never happen again," she told him despite the quiver in her pussy from his kiss and from just being in the powerful black man's presence.

"I understand," he replied, "But damn girl, my cock's getting hard just lookin at ya in that outfit. If you ever change your mind, just give me a call."

"Thanks for understanding," she told him, staring him in the eyes and fighting the urge to look down to see if his cock was indeed getting hard from looking at her. "I'm just here to do my patriotic duty and then I hope to never associate with criminals again."

"Lets go then," said Ike. He'd left a black bag under the hotel's awning. He retrieved it. "Your timing couldn't be better. Stoner Little just left his room and is eating in the hotel restaurant. Here are the cameras. Just set them up aimed all around the room like we did in your house. Smith and I will monitor them. When you're done, tell the guard, you forgot something and leave."

"Won't the guard be suspicious when I don't come back?"

"Hopefully not, but if he is just go home and be satisfied that you gave it your best shot." Ike led her through the lobby and she immediately noticed the stares of the desk clerk and several customers. The stares were a strange combination of disproval and lust. They entered the elevator. An older man approached wanting to get on, but Ike held out his palm an shook his head. The man stopped dead in his tracks and the elevator doors closed. Ike pressed the button for the 4th floor. He stared at her as the elevator went up.

"What are you thinking?"

Ike grinned. "I was wishing this elevator would break down and we'd be stuck on it overnight. I bet I could break down your resistance to hooking up again."

Chrissy gulped and was saved from answering as the doors opened. She stepped out, but Ike didn't follow. "Aren't you coming?"

He shook his head. "I can't risk being seen. "Go down the hall and turn right." Ike pressed a button and the doors began to close."

"What room?" she asked, panicked.

"You'll know," he replied as his body disappeared behind the closing doors.

She followed the hall and turned right. Duh, she thought. It's the room with the giant black man blocking the door. The man was a giant mountain of muscle, probably closer to seven feet tall then six. He was very dark skinned and appeared bald, though he wore a do-rag over his head. Blue tribal tattoos ran up a muscular arm, faint against his dark skin. His head turned and eyed her up and down. He grinned, liking what he saw and one front tooth glittered gold in the lit hall. Chrissy had seen tall men before, but they tended to be lanky while this man was all bulky muscle. Her second thought upon seeing his tattoos and muscles was that he'd clearly been in jail. That was her second thought. The first thought she had embarrassed her for thinking it, but she couldn't help wondering how big his cock was. Given his size, it must be huge.

The man didn't even question why she was there. He turned and opened the door for her. "Biggie's down in the restaurant eating. Make yoself comfortable. Damn yo fine, bitch. He might be awhile. Wanna throw a little somthin my way?"

"Um... just the client," replied Chrissy, thinking fast.

"Damn shame," growled the huge man. He started to close the door then stopped. "Oh yeah. Are you a cop?"

Chrissy gulped. "Do I look like a cop?" She started to shake from nervousness.

"No, you look like a ho. But you haves to tells me if you is a cop, when asked. It‘s the law."

"I can honestly say, I'm not a cop."

"Good." The giant black man shut the door.

Chrissy slowly exhaled. She hadn't even been aware she'd been holding her breath. She quickly put the bag down and unzipped it. She removed the cameras. There were six of them this time. She quickly looked for places to hide them. They were a little conspicuous and would certainly be discovered at some point by the drug dealer. She hid one under a pile of towels and another under a spare pillow in the closet that had open folding doors. These were pretty well hidden. She double checked to make sure the lens was free of obstruction by looking closely at it. She grinned and winked at the camera.

*********

Jenkins and Smith stared at their laptops in a nearby room. They watched the cameras come on one by one and laughed as Chrissy winked at them. "The girl's good," said Ike.

The camera in the closet took in the bed and got the entire room pretty well. The one under the towels captured part of the bed, the front door, and a table. They saw her move a curtain and place a camera on the heating unit, hidden by the window's curtains. She draped the curtain over the camera and a moment later, the camera's view appeared on Smith's laptop. He watched her walk away. "That sure is an amazing outfit," he said. Chrissy appeared to be fiddling with the TV. Soon another camera came on. It faced the bed from the foot to the headboard.

One by one, all six cameras came to life. Suddenly Smith sat up in his chair. "The door knob's turning," he said.

*********

Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach when she saw the door open. She'd just placed the last camera and was ready to make her escape. A black man entered the room. The giant bodyguard towered over him, closing the door and remaining in the hall as the man entered. "Who da fuck are you?" said the man.

Chrissy couldn't believe her eyes. The black man couldn't have been more then five feet tall. She was taller then him by a good eight inches. He was stout and muscular though. He had a short flattop haircut and sideburns that merged into a mustache and goatee. He wore jeans and a button down shirt. The man wasn't a midget, he was just short. "You're biggie?" she asked.

"That's right and I didn't order no fucking hooker."

"Um, ahh your benefactor thought you might like some company."

Stoner smiled. "Well he done good. Spider knows what I like in a white ho."

Chrissy risked a sidelong glance at a camera. Biggie had just revealed the name of his supplier. She hoped that helped Ike in his investigation. "Yes, Spider thought you'd be pleased, Mr. Biggie."

"I see." The short black man paused. "You ain't no cop, are you? You haves to tell me if you is."

"No, I'm not a cop and your guard already asked me that."

"Can't be to careful these days, but then you'd know that being a whore and all. How long do I haves ya?"

"All night," replied Chrissy, immediately realizing that was a dumb thing to say. She could have told him and hour or two. She really needed to get out of there.

"Wait here while I make myself more comfortable," said Stoner, heading for the bathroom.

Now's my chance, she thought, staring at the nearest camera and pointing her thumb towards the door. She hurried towards the exit and opened it and found herself staring at the guard's huge chest. "Excuse me," she said.

"Where the fuck do you think you is going?" he growled.

"I left a little something in my car," said Chrissy with a tremor in her voice.

"You ain't going nowhere. Get back in the room."

"But..."

"Get the fuck back in the room. Now!"

Chrissy stepped back into the room. Instead of closing the door, the guard stepped into the room with her and blocked the door, arms folded across his chest.

"What's going on?" asked Stoner Little, coming out of the bathroom wearing a white robe.

"I needed to go get something from my car." Chrissy glanced back and forth between the two men. They didn't seem interested and she added, "It's my birth control."

Stoner "Biggie" Little smiled an evil grin. "Too late for that. You're on the clock." He sat down in a chair. "Now I want you to dance for me."

"What about him?" asked Chrissy pointing her thumb at the black giant.

"Elton's my homie. He's not going anywhere. Now dance. You got a long night ahead of you."

"There's no music," she protested.

"Play some in your head, hum, sing happy birthday for all I care. I wanna see you shaking that ass and swaying those hips."

Chrissy did what she could. She wasn't much of a dancer. She had seen movies and TV shows that featured strippers. Todd was a Soprano's fan and some of that series took place in a strip club. She swayed her hips and ran her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and shaking them at Stoner. She wasn't used to the big heeled sandals and almost stumbled when she saw something extend out from under the hem of Biggie's robe. The robe was long on him with his short legs, but the head of an enormous penis had just appeared under the hem where he was sitting. He's bigger then Ike, she thought in disbelief. Chrissy ran her hands up her body and through her luxurious red hair. She turned and bent down away from Stoner and facing Elton. Elton had unbuttoned his shirt. Good god, but he had some huge muscles. She shook her ass at Stoner Little while her heavy breasts swung before Elton giving him an good view of her impressive cleavage.

Chrissy turned around and gasped. More of Biggie's cock had appeared and it had swollen considerably. It was now rising and pushing against his robe. He stared into her eyes while one hand tugged on the belt around his robe. His robe fell open. "Oh my god!" she gasped.

"That's why they call me Biggie," laughed Stoner. "Take the dress off."

Chrissy continued dancing while staring at Stoner's black cock. The monster was at least two inches longer then Ike's foot long cock and just as thick. It looked like the little black man had three legs, it was so huge. Stoner may have been short, but his body was every bit as muscular as Elton's proportionately for his smaller size. She flushed with shame as her arousal began dripping down her thighs. Chrissy no longer wanted to leave. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She heard a slow whistle as her body revealed itself, but couldn't tell if it was from Elton or Stoner. The dress scraped against her now fully erect nipples. She threw it on the bed, continuing to dance and unable to take her eyes off Stoner's cock. She caught a glimpse of Elton's shirt as it too landed on the bed. She moved her hands down to undo the garters.

"Keep them and the panties on. Now come here," ordered Stoner. Chrissy took a few steps towards him. Her breasts were even with his face where he sat. He squeezed her left breast, pinching her nipple, while his lips clamped over her right nipple. She gasped from the pleasurable sensation, her gasp turning to a moan as several of Biggie's fingers slid into her pussy. "Bitch is soaked," said Stoner taking his mouth off her nipples.

"Wants some big nigger cock she does," said Elton laughing, behind her.

"I think you're right," said Stoner. "You like nigger cock, whore?" he asked her.

"Yes," she whimpered as he finger fucked her and continued to pinch a nipple.

"Say it."

"I like nigger cock," she replied, wincing as she had never used the vile word before and half thought it might offend the black men. "I love big black cock," she corrected herself.

"Well your about to get fucked by some big black nigger cock. Turn around and back onto my rod," he ordered.

**********

Smith's laptop captured Chrissy turn around and back her ass towards Stoner's huge cock. Her loud gasp came through the speaker.

Ike zoomed one of his controlled cameras in on Stoner's huge bulbous cock head right as it penetrated Chrissy's pussy. The image was so good it captured some of her lubrication squirting out. "This bitch is unbelievable," said Ike.

"You got that right," replied Smith.

"Dayum," came Stoner's voice through the speaker. "This whore isn't dried up like all the others. I didn't even have to lube my cock up for her."

"I'm new," said Chrissy, gasping and wiggling her hips to get his cock in deeper. She pushed back and Stoner's cock slowly slid inside her. "It's so fucking big," she moaned. "It's so fucking big," she said again, this time she wasn't referring to Stoner. Elton was now nude and his cock was every inch as big as Stoner's though his was hooded. His cock looked halfway normal on someone his immense size.

Smith's camera captured her wide eyed stare as Elton stepped up to her. He slid his huge cock between her breasts and squeezed them around it. He pushed forwards, the fat cock head emerging from the foreskin. Chrissy bent her head down and took the head between her lips. "I think I love her," said Smith.

*********

Chrissy slammed her pussy up and down over Stoner's monster cock. Her weakened cervix had opened easily for the unyielding cock head and precum was now spraying her womb. Biggie was roughly squeezing her breasts pulling her back onto his cock. She'd already lost count of the number of orgasms the big cock had given her. Elton had pulled his cock from her breasts and was now feeding it to her inch by inch. She was surprised at how easily she had taken the monster cocks. It seems her repeated encounters with the black men, Malik and Eriq, Ike and then Smith, and now Biggie and Elton, was changing her body for good.

Stoner Little suddenly pulled down on her breasts hard while stabbing his cock in as deep as it would go. A torrent of cum hosed her womb. Chrissy gasped-gagged in shock around Elton's cock now balls deep down her throat. She orgasmed continuously with each jerk of the ejaculating cock. The pleasure was too much to bare and she struggled to get away from it, but she was completely impaled. She quit struggling nearly comatose as the big cock slowly stopped jerking in her pussy and the orgasms stopped. As she came to her senses, the cock in her mouth was spasming, huge loads of sperm pumping straight into her belly.

Elton pulled out, but kept his hand stroking his cock. He held out his free hand and helped the weak woman off Stoner's dick. Sperm dripped from her pussy onto the carpet floor. Elton moved her towards the bed and pushed her down on it. He climbed between her legs. She automatically spread them open for him. Chrissy found herself crushed beneath his chest. Her breasts were mashed into his stomach, he was so large. She found herself kissing his hard muscular chest submissively as his cock slowly pushed inside her pussy. Elton started pumping hard. She wanted to meet his thrusts, fucking him back, but she was pinned down by his mass. Soon the orgasms started again and didn't stop until he rolled her over. Once on top, she was too weak to ride him. She felt hands on her ass cheeks. Stoner was behind her, his cock head pressed down on her anus. "No, your black cock's too big for that," she moaned.

"We'll see," he laughed. Stoner pushed hard and her anus spread open for him, to the point she feared her flesh might tear and then it pushed inside. His cock was still slick from fucking her and easily slid deeper. Her wince turned into a moan. "Told ya," said Stoner.

The two men fucked her like that for some time. Stoner did most of the work, though Elton kept pulling her down on his cock.

And then things got weird.

Chrissy was vaguely aware of movement in the room. The door to the adjoining room opened and shadowy black forms entered. One kneeled on the bed and slapped his cock against her head. She turned her head towards it, confused, opening her mouth as he pushed it in. His cock was smaller then Stoner and Elton's. She looked up at the man and felt even more confused. The man looked just like Eriq the conman only his head was shaved. Maybe this was Spider, she thought. The drug supplier had showed up and decided to join in. Then another man on her right grabbed her arm and pulled her hand over to his cock. She stroked another large ten inch or so cock while handling the other three.

Elton suddenly spurted. Stoner's thrusts had pushed her along the length of Elton's cock and only half was buried when he came. She felt the full force of a powerful jet of semen striking her insides and then more sperm was pumping inside her ass. Stoner pulled out before he was finished and shot several wads across her back. Elton quickly pushed her off him, yanking the cocks from her hand and mouth. Chrissy rolled over on her back, her hands grabbing the two smaller black cocks. She jerked both off, glancing at the new man. Again she was confused and assumed she was delirious from all the sex. The other man looked like Malik. He appeared disguised too having dyed his hair blonde. She saw Stoner between her legs holding something. Her body trembled in fear. He had one of the hidden cameras and he was aiming it at her, running it up her body and down to her gaping sperm filled pussy. He moved aside as a large black man climbed on the bed, bending his twelve inch cock down towards her. "Ike," she whispered affectionately, looking up at him. He'd come to save her. She lifted her crotch towards his cock letting him slide it inside her. Ike cupped his arms under her knees and began fucking her hard. She continued jerking off the Malik and Eriq look-alikes. Agent Smith appeared above her head, nude and his cock looking gigantic as it reared up above her eyes. He lifted his crotch up and lowered his massive testicles down over her mouth. She found herself licking them. Ike sprayed her womb full of sperm and quickly pulled out. Someone flipped her over and now she could take Smith down her throat. She sucked his dick while Eriq yanked his cock from her fist and walked behind her, soon pushing his cock in her ass. Malik's cock jerked in her hand and his cum flew into her hair.

**********

Chrissy dreamed of kneeling before three black men and sucking the middle while jerking off two of them. She dreamed of taking three cocks in every hole several times from several men. She dreamed of looking at a camera and smiling, letting cum dribble from her mouth down her lips. She dreamed it was 3:00am and a little black man with a fourteen inch nigger cock was fucking her from behind in a shower while two black naked black men filmed her. When the little man was finished, he filmed her while a black giant with an equally big cock entered the shower and she sucked him off for the cameras.

Chrissy awoke.

Relief filled her. It had all been just a horny dream, albeit a realistic one. Her ass hurt and her pussy was sore. Her neck hurt and her cheeks felt rubbery. She moved, but felt frozen in place. Her skin was slimy, sticky and wet. She managed to raise her head and look down at her body. She was covered in sperm!

It was everywhere, some fresh, some liquefied, dried flaked semen crusted her body. Sperm filled her belly button, matted the red pubes of her pussy hair. The crotch less panties were gone, but she still wore the garters and nylons. However, huge rips were in both nylons and one of the garters had snapped. Sperm even covered her nylons and her nylon covered feet. Images of what had happened popped into her mind, but only left Chrissy more confused. The only logical explanation she could come up with was the Jenkins and Smith were corrupt agents working with the drug dealers. She didn't want to believe it about Ike, but that was all she could come up with.

The room was empty. She was alone. There was no luggage and the hidden cameras were gone.

Chrissy struggled to get out of the bed and she shuffled towards the shower. Luckily, the hotel provided shampoo and soap. It took her an hour to feel clean. When she left the room she saw a do not disturb sign was hanging on the door. A Hispanic maid nearby gave her a disapproving glance.

She held her face forwards as she walked through the lobby. She could feel the stares on her and didn't blame them. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing the green dress sans underwear and nylons this time. The entrance to her pussy was only an inch or so from the hem of the dress. If she leaned forwards, everyone who saw her would have a great beaver shot. Worse, it still felt like sperm was leaking out of her every few steps. She quickly made her way to her car and drove off.

It was nearly noon and Chrissy was hungry. She rifled through her purse, moving the pads aside, but she had no money. She stopped at a nearby ATM and got out of the car, ignoring the stares of pedestrians. One whistled at her. She typed in withdraw twenty dollars, but account overdrawn came up. Suddenly worried, Chrissy checked her balance and found she had no money. She should have had $500 dollars in her account, but it was missing. The only check she'd written was the fake one to World Wide Beneficial Co Insurance. The truth hit her and she staggered back a few steps, nearly tripping in her high heeled sandals. They'd cashed her check!

Chrissy sobbed as she drove off. She was still hungry and decided to run through McDonalds drive-thru since they now took credit cards. They'd quit serving breakfast and she ordered a burger for lunch. She preferred no onions on her burgers and was asked to pull forwards and park for her special order. A rough looking black teen in uniform brought her bag out to her. He appeared to be a punk and moved slowly, not caring about his job. It was someone she'd have complete disdain for and expected to find working fast food, but still her eyes moved down to the sizeable bulge in his pants. I bet this black boy has a nice big nigger cock for me, she thought, licking her lips. The boy noticed her stare and she saw the bulge suddenly swell up. "T-thank you," she mumbled and drove off. She could see him staring after her in her rear view mirror. At the next intersection, Chrissy put her head in her hands and sobbed until the driver behind her honked his horn.

"What's happening to me?" she said to her reflection in the rear view mirror as she drove home.

Epilogue: Six months later.

Chrissy woke up and smiled at her husband. He kissed her forehead and patted her bulging belly. "See you tonight," said Todd. He grabbed his briefcase and left for work.

Chrissy pulled herself to sit up. She was wearing a sheer sports type bra and panty. She grabbed some lotion from the table and squirted it in her hands. She began rubbing lotion all over the sides of her swollen belly and thighs. It was her new morning ritual and she'd been doing it to eliminate her stretch marks as soon as her belly started to swell. She looked at her swollen breasts and for the first time noticed a wet spot around each nipple. Her previously already big breasts were now an E-cup, swelling along with her seven month pregnant belly. Her areola had stretched across her tits and her nipples puffed out, usually completely hard. She'd been exercising and so far the lotion seemed to be working. When the baby came, she expected she'd have her figure back after only a short recovery, but with bigger milk-laden breasts.

She pulled the bra up, freeing her breasts and began rubbing lotion over her swollen nipples. Milk shot out of one and she moaned, squirming a little on the bed. Her pregnancy hormones were driving her crazy with lust, but Todd seemed turned off having sex with a pregnant woman and hadn't touched her for three months. Chrissy had found a solution. The solution was her second morning ritual after rubbing lotion around her stretched skin.

She reached over to the nightstand and removed the black dildo, she referred to as Ike the spike. She smiled and stroked it. Her lotion covered hands slicking up the hard black shaft. Soon she was pulling her panty aside and inserting the dildo into her needy pussy. It was getting harder to do as her belly got bigger, but she managed to have a satisfactory orgasm.

Chrissy showered, dressed, and was in the kitchen doing the dishes when she saw the mailman deliver her mail. She left the house, walking to the mailbox and noticed Sam trimming the hedges. He sneered at her, but said nothing. The old pervert had left her alone since their incident six and a half months earlier. She walked proudly to her mailbox and retrieved her mail, surprised to see she had received a package.

Chrissy took the mail into the living room and opened the package. Her face turned white when she pulled the DVD from the envelope. She was on the cover, in her bikini, watering the yard. The back was filled with sex scenes featuring her and black men. Chrissy felt the room spin and fainted.

Chrissy recovered quickly, thankful she hadn't fallen on her swollen belly, and stared at the DVD case lying on the couch as she went to get a glass of water. She poured herself a drink, gulped it down and wet a paper towel for her forehead. When she felt better she returned to the living room and picked up the DVD case. It was titled "Patriotic Duty". Inside were two DVD's. She took it upstairs and put it inside the DVD player in her bedroom. It was a heavy duty DVD and contained six hours of movie on it. The movie was an impressive mix of low quality and high quality scenes. She saw an image of herself talking to a camera. The camera captured her sitting across from Ike discussing the two black conmen. She remembered the briefcase in Smith's hands and assumed it contained a hidden camera. The quality got better when the eight hidden cameras were placed. They were in high definition. She saw how embarrassed she was in the small bikini and then she left the house. There was a long camera shot of her watering the lawn and then Sam was hitting on her. Poor audio quality captured her conversation.

The next appeared to be a professional movie. She let Malik and Eriq in, watching as they told her about the insurance and manipulated her out of the lingerie. The camera zoomed in on her face as she stared at it, saying "help me" with her lips. Her horror at what she was watching on the TV was replaced by a shiver of lust as she saw Eriq's cock appear and take her from behind. That had been the first time she'd ever taken a black cock in her pussy. Eriq pulled out and did the... what had he called it?... the money shot, she remembered. Malik fucked her and didn't pull out. Chrissy's hands fell to her stomach wondering if the baby was his. If so, her impregnation was forever captured in a porn movie! Chrissy robotically paused the movie, stood, and removed her clothes. Naked, she climbed on bed, hit play, and inserted Ike the spike into her pussy. It stayed in while she watched the entire six hour movie. She'd have to call Todd and tell him she was feeling too ill to cook and that he should pick up a pizza. Ike and Smith appeared arresting Eriq and Malik.

Next, she saw herself talking to Ike on the couch. He'd been holding a laptop up and must have had a webcam on. The quality was poor, but it captured everything including her telling him how shocked she was by the size of Eriq and Malik‘s black cocks. She watched herself sucking Ike's cock. The action switched to her bedroom as she left the shower. The quality was top notch again. Cameras captured various angles zoomed in and out as Ike skillfully seduced her into submission. He must have hidden the cameras when she was in the shower. The DVD ended after long hours of Ike taking her all night long. She'd fucked and blown Smith the next morning, but apparently they hadn't captured that. Smith had obviously been in the car all night capturing images from the cameras.

The second disk was also a long six hours. It opened with her dressed like a hooker setting up the cameras one by one. She didn't have time to watch it all until Todd got home. She hit fast forward several times and watched the speeded up action. She fucked and sucked Stoner and Elton. She moved the dildo around and had the largest orgasm she'd had since the night appearing on her TV screen. When she recovered from her orgasm Malik and Eriq had joined the action on the screen. Then Smith and Ike joined in. They took turns with the cameras as she got used like a whore. They filmed her in the shower and the last images were of the early morning. She was passed out and all six men were jerking off on her. Elton had his cock between her nylon covered feet. Malik was sitting on her stomach and fucking her tits. He moved aside after he shot a load across her face. Eriq and Smith moved closer when Malik got off her. They both came on her tits. Stoner shot one of his monster loads on her belly and she watched the sperm pool in her navel. Every man jerked off on her and some even did it several times. That's how she'd gotten so covered in sperm that morning. The camera pulled back and captured semen sliding down her cheeks and breasts, drying in her matted red pubic hair. And then everything went black with "The End" appearing on screen.

"Patriotic Duty" a WWBC Inc production appeared on the screen.

Starring:

Ike Jenkins James Jenkins Malik Willis Eriq Willis Stoner "Big Boy" Little Elton Brown

And Introducing:

Chrissy Simmons.

Chrissy heard Todd coming up the stairs. She quickly turned the TV off and pulled the covers over her so he couldn't see the dildo.

"You ok, honey?" he asked, seeing her still in bed.

"No, I feel sick."

"You look sick. Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, I'll be fine. I just needed to rest. Sorry, I didn't know how late it was or I would have called and told you to get a pizza."

"Are you sure? Is the baby alright?"

"Fine. I'm just a little tired and sick to my stomach. Why don't you run out and get us a pizza. I'll get dressed."

Todd still looked worried as he nodded and left the room. Chrissy quickly hid the dildo and the DVD.

The next morning, Chrissy performed her morning rituals, this time watching her fucking Ike on the DVD while slowly moving the Ike-sized dildo in and out of her until she had several orgasms. She hid the DVD and dildo, then went to take a shower. Now sexually satisfied, she immediately felt guilty using the movie to get off, but the guilt was soon replaced with fear. She was a porn star! She was an interracial porn star! What did it all mean? What if her parents or Todd saw it? Chrissy quickly finished the shower, dried off, and walked downstairs tying the belt on her robe as she descended.

She'd left the envelope the DVD had been mailed to her on the couch. She picked it up, glad there was nothing on it to indicate the contents had been pornographic. She was about to throw it away when she noticed paperwork inside. The shock upon seeing the DVD had caused her to overlook everything else. She reached inside to see what it was.

The first thing she pulled out was a check. It was made out to her and was for the sum of $5000. Chrissy almost fainted again. She steadied herself and removed the other papers. They were legal releases stating that she agreed to be filmed and that the film could be distributed as WWBC Inc. saw fit. Furthermore, for $500 she agreed to invest in the movie for a share of the profits. The papers contained her actual signature and the image of her signing the paperwork and handing a check over to Malik and Eriq flashed into her mind.

Chrissy fixed herself some coffee, trying not to worry about the DVD. She'd be alright as long as Todd didn't find it. She spent an hour fidgeting on her couch, praying that everything would be alright. She decided it would be fine provided her baby was Todd's. That was her main concern. The likelihood of anyone she knew seeing the DVD was probably pretty slim. In two months she'd find herself a happy parent or a divorced single mom living on the street with an infant in her arms.

Later, Chrissy decided to search google for WWBC Inc and was so horrified by what she found, she sat starring at the computer screen numb with shock for nearly twenty minutes. The first thing that shocked her was that WWBC Inc was short for White Wives Black Cock Inc. Malik and Eriq had told her it was for World Wide Beneficial Co Insurance. Of course, she knew that was a fake company, but the reality of it all smacked her in the face. The second thing that shocked her was that the main page featured a picture of her sucking Ike's cock and a picture of the "Patriotic Duty" DVD. She clicked it and was taken to a sale page. "Our new #1 Best Seller!" read a headline. Available as a DVD for $29.99 or as a download for $14.99. The page didn't state the number of DVD's sold, but the counter for the downloads claimed that 5132 people had downloaded it.

"Oh my god!" cried Chrissy, putting her head down in her hands and shedding a few tears. She recovered quickly and browsed the rest of the site. There were other movies such as:

"Casting Couch" in which women were coming in for readings for a sequel to Spike Lee's Jungle Fever and they were told by Ike to do a nude scene with Elton and Malik. Image captures showed various women looking shocked at Elton's size, stroking Malik's cock, and a few even went all the way when promised the lead role in the movie.

"Hubbie's Creditor's" in which Malik, Eriq, and Ike showed up demanding money from a young housewife that her husband owed them. They threatened to take her car, TV, and jewelry. Image showed her stripping for the men, blowing them, and then getting fucked by all three of them. This was a four hour movie. Some pictures were poor quality suggesting hidden cameras were used.

"Homeland Security" in which Ike and James flashed their badges when a housewife answered her door. Scenes showed them searching the house and James filmed Ike frisking her, then she stripped for the two men. Soon she was sucking Ike's cock.

"Naughty Pictures" in which many women posed while Stoner photographed them. The quality was good. Some women stripped all the way, some let Eriq and others pose with them, and other were filmed getting gang banged.

"Poker Nights" in which Ike would invite a husband to play poker with him and then make the game at the man's house. Ike would show up with at least two other black men to the game. The poor husband's wife was made to wait on them and the black men would raise the stakes to a point where the wife was used as collateral. The pictures suggested that this trick was used on at least five wives with some giving every black man a blow job and others getting fucked on the poker table.

The rest of the site was comprised of short movie downloads of various sizes. Some showed white women in scenes with Eriq and Malik offering insurance. One was of Elton approaching women on a nude beach. Many others were just fuck scenes on beds, in showers, and even outdoors.

Chrissy shut the computer off in disgust. Things couldn't get any worse, but at least she'd been conned by professionals. She felt like throwing up, but all the images had also made her horny again. She was ready to go retrieve Ike the spike when her doorbell rang. It rang several more times by the time she made it downstairs and to the front door to open it.

Sam Sylvester greeted her at the door with his arms behind his back and a big grin on his face. "Morning Mrs. Simmons," he said, happily.

Chrissy sighed. "What do you want, Sam?"

"Well Chrissy," said Sam. "It's like this, I always hated niggers. Still do as a matter of fact."

"Sam! Please!" Chrissy made to close the door, but Sam grabbed it roughly in his hand. There was strength there for an old man.

"Let me finish." He still had his other hand behind his back. "I always hated niggers, but ever since seeing you sucking on that big black nigger cock, it seems I now got a thing for watching niggers fucking white women. Can't seem to get enough of it." Sam brought his hand out from behind his back and held what was in it, in front of her face.

"Oh no!" she gasped looking at the copy of "Patriotic Duty" in Sam's hand.

"Oh yes," he replied. Sam opened the door and stepped inside. Chrissy took a step back as Sam reached for the belt on her robe and pulled it open. "Damn, belly's getting big, but so is them big ass titties of yours. A little wet around the nipples. I've got a thing for lactating women." Sam bent down and took one of Chrissy's nipples in his mouth. She gasped at the sensation. She was horrified, but her nipples were extra sensitive and she was still horny as hell. Sam stood up smacking his lips and there was a hint of white fluid on them as he licked it off. "Been long time since I tasted mother's milk."

"Oh god," she moaned.

"I'm not the G-man, I'm just your master." Sam fumbled with his belt. "Now suck me off real quick. I'm in a hurry today."

"I can't."

"Fuck you, slut. You'll do what I tells ya." Sam pulled his dick out and it was already rock hard. "Now suck it."

Chrissy fell to her knees. "Please Sam, don't make me do this."

Sam grabbed the base of his dick and whacked the head against her nose. "Call me master. That is your last warning."

"Please master?"

"Yes, it would please your master to get a blow job."

Chrissy stared at Sam's dick with the odd grape shaped head. It was the first hard penis she'd scene in months and she was disgusted with herself when she realized she kind of wanted to suck it. She didn't hesitate and took it between her lips.

"That's it, slut," moaned Sam. "Suck that old cock. Not so high and mighty now, Chrissy, are you? I told you nobody threatens Sam Sylvester. Oh yeah, that's good. Just like that. My cock head's tickling your tonsils. Oh shit, not gonna last long, didn't think you'd be so into it. Slide that robe off, slut." Chrissy let the robe fall off her shoulders as she rapidly bobbed her head over her old neighbor's prick. "Here it cums, slut. Swallow it all."

Chrissy wrapped her lips tightly around Sam's dick as it jerked and spit a large wad of cum in her mouth. Her tongue ran around the tip as he continued to spurt semen. His sperm still tasted old and stale to her, but it was the first sperm she'd tasted in six months and she struggled to taste as much of it as she could. Her tongue flickered over the sensitive head of his prick and she could sense his legs trembling.

"Whew," groaned Sam, yanking his dick from her mouth. "You trying to kill me?' He stepped back and grabbed the base of his dick, pointing it at her.

Chrissy kneeled on her floor, her large round belly trapped between her legs and her ponderous breasts. She watched him holding his still semi-hard penis. She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she realized what he was doing. She closed her eyes.

"Better close them eyes. I gotta remark my territory now," said Sam, just as a stream of urine hit her face and moved down to her breasts. Chrissy remained kneeling as he peed on her again. Luckily, he didn't appear to have a full bladder this time. She kept her eyes closed, hearing him zip up. "Come by my house at noon tomorrow for some more fun. Your going to learn to love being my slut."

Chrissy heard the door slam, and wiped some urine out of her eyes before opening them. The old pervert's piss had splattered and dripped on her floor. She struggled to her feet and went into her kitchen to retrieve a wash cloth. She wiped herself off as best she could then returned to the urine pooling on her floor and cleaned it up. When she was done, Chrissy sighed and headed upstairs to take another shower.

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The next day, Chrissy walked over to Sam's house wearing only a sweat shirt and pants. Her hand came up to knock, but he opened it before she could even knock. "Hello slut," said Sam, grinning evilly.

"Sam," she replied, grimacing.

"Bitch, you need to get a clue fast. I'm showing the DVD to Todd." Sam slammed the door on her.

Chrissy stood there in shock a moment before realizing what she had done wrong. She raised her fist again and knocked. Sam immediately opened the door and stared at her. "Master," she said.

"That's better. Come in. I've got the bedroom all set up for us to have a little fun today."

"What about your wife?" Chrissy asked, adding, "Master," when he gave her a mean stare.

"Not your concern, slut."

Chrissy followed him up the stairs and into a bedroom It appeared to be a guest room, sparsely furnished. She saw furry novelty handcuffs dangling from the bedposts above the pillows. She sighed and decided to stand up to him one last time. "Now listen up you old bastard, you have me over a barrel and I'll do what you tell me, but you've seen what I like and that little prick of yours will never satisfy me. You'll never make me cum... master."

"Ha ha," chuckled Sam. "Get them clothes off. I've gotta thing for a woman with spunk and a thing filled with spunk for a woman if you get my meaning." He stared at Chrissy as she rolled her eyes. She was now topless, her milk laden breasts massive over her swollen belly. As for making you cum, we'll just have to see about that Chrissy Simmons." He watched her pull down the sweat pants. She hadn't bothered with a bra and he saw that she hadn't bothered wearing a panty either. "Lie down on the bed."

Chrissy sat on the bed and lied down on it. She watched him lift her arm and cuff her wrist. "Oh god," she murmured, horrified at what this old pervert might have in store for her. Soon both her wrists were cuffed.

"Got me a thing for bondage," said Sam. He reached over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a felt mask and pulled it over her head. It covered her whole head, but left her mouth open so she could breath easily and apparently suck his dick. He turned her blind head towards him and she felt something nudging against her lips. Chrissy opened her mouth and his prick slid inside. "Yeah, that's it. Suck that cock slut," he groaned. His hand held the slide of her face down, while he pumped his dick in and out of her mouth. "I hate what you done to me Chrissy. Oh, that's good. You perverted me you slut. Can't stop thinking ‘bout big nigger cocks and white woman since watching you. Getting close. I wanna watch you with a big nigger cock fucking that white pussy of yours. Oh god, here it cums, slut."

Chrissy's mouth was filled with the old man's semen. He quickly yanked his penis from her mouth. She tasted his seed, rolling it around on her tongue before swallowing. She wished there was more. She wished it were the protein rich sperm that the black men had filled her with.

"As I was saying," said Sam. Chrissy heard the door open. "I want to watch you with another nigger. So I found me one willing to fuck a hot pregnant white woman. Come on in, Leroy." Chrissy heard the door close again. Was he serious? Was there a strange black man in the room with her? She should be petrified, but her pussy was rapidly becoming soaked with arousal. "There she is Leroy. I told you she would be worth it. Look at them big white titties. Why don't you taste ‘em."

Chirssy felt a hot breath on her right nipple and then her erect nipple was being sucked between a pair of lips. Her breast felt warm and soon it shot a squirt of milk into the stranger's mouth. The man sucked some more milk from her breast, nibbling her nipple between his teeth. His hand reached across her and pinched her other nipple. Chrissy was soon moaning and writhing on the bed, pulling futilely against the restraining cuffs.

Leroy released her nipples and stepped away. "That's it Leroy. Lotion that big nigger cock up," said Sam. "Though I bet this bitch is already wet for you."

Chrissy felt hands on her ankles and her legs were pulled open. She held her breath in anticipation as something large pressed against her labia. She opened for him and a large cock head easily slid inside. The bed squeaked as he kneeled on the foot of it, between her legs. He worked his cock around pushing it deeper. She moaned, not fighting it and raising her hips into his thrusting cock. Chrissy had thought about getting fucked again by a big black cock daily for over half a year now. She'd even found herself in the McDonalds parking lot several times planning on seducing the black teen who had brought her lunch after the night in the hotel room where she was gang banged, but she'd lost her nerve every time. "Oh god! Fuck me fuck me with that big black cock," she nearly screamed.

There was a banging on the wall. "What's going on in there?" called an elderly voice from another room.

"Don't worry about it," yelled Sam, from the foot of the bed.

Chrissy barely heard it. She was busy raising her hips into the large thrusting cock. Soon she was cumming and it was a big orgasm the likes of what she hadn't felt since half a year earlier. "I'm cumming. Your big black cock is making me cum," she screamed, as she had a second large orgasm. Chrissy moaned with pleasure ignoring the further banging coming from the other side of the wall.

The cock thrust forward, spearing her cervix and she briefly worried about the baby. He held himself buried in her, but he didn't cum. The man fell on top of her, but held himself up over her belly. He was breathing heavily, wheezing even. He kissed her through the slit in the mask and she kissed back, bucking her hips so that he would start fucking her again or fill her pussy with his thick cum. He quit kissing her and instead he grabbed the mask and pulled it off. Chrissy blinked in the light and slowly found herself staring into Sam's eyes. Sam! She thought in shock. "Where's Leroy?" she asked, confused.

Sam chuckled, still gasping for breath. He sat up and Chrissy stared down her body, but couldn't see their crotches for her bulging belly. Sam pulled free of her and a giant foot long dildo sprang into view. It was strapped around his waist under his gut. The dildo was as big as Ike's cock had been. "I have many ways of making you cum, Chrissy. Don't worry, I'll see you're taken care of when we're together." The tired old man stumbled up, still wearing the dildo. The foot long plastic black phallus springing from Sam's wrinkled white body made her chuckle a little at the sight. He walked to the head of the bed and undid her cuffs. "Get out of here, slut. I'll come by in a week for our next little bit of fun." He laid down on the bed as she stood off it. The old man was panting and half asleep by the time she dressed. Chrissy let herself out.

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Three weeks later, Chrissy's doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it, assuming it was Sam. She was disgusted with herself for actually looking forward to whatever depravity the old man's mind could conjure up. Then again, Sam always managed to make her cum whether from eating her pussy while she had the dildo shoved up her ass or while he was fucking her ass with the black dildo in her pussy or whatever else. He was disgusting and obnoxious, but he was a generous lover and for now, he was her only form of sexual release. Todd hadn't touched her in months and now as her belly had swollen to the point of bursting, even Sam was starting to shy away from sex with her.

But it wasn't Sam at the door.

Chrissy opened the door and found herself staring at a large barrel chest. She looked up and found stared into Ike‘s eyes. She stared at him in shock and felt her thighs dampen. He looked just as shocked, but he was staring at her belly. She was wearing sweats and the top was too short, making her belly stick out.

Chrissy was the first to come out of shock. "What the hell do you want?."

Ike shook his head and looked at her face. "I'd like a few moments of your time, Mrs. Simmons."

"Step inside, but stand by the door."

"Thank you, Chrissy." Ike stepped inside her house, but remained on the doormat.

"I should sue your ass," she said, coldly.

"On what grounds? WWBC's legal team makes sure all contracts are full proof."

"Bastard! I didn't know what I was signing."

"Shame. You should really read everything before you sign it, Mrs. Simmons." Ike smirked at her and had the temerity to add, "There's a lot of unscrupulous people out there."

Chrissy stared at him. Her anger turned to sadness and she broke down crying. "How could you do this to me?" she sobbed.

"Nothing personal. You're just too damn sexy. When we saw you out kissing your husband that morning, we knew you'd be a hit. In fact, if I'd known then what I know now, I'd of slipped a contract for you to do more movies with us. Patriotic Duty is our number one seller. We've sold over 10,000 hardcopies at 30 bucks a pop and it's been downloaded 20,000 times at 15 bucks. You've made me rich, Chrissy."

"How... How'd you know I'd fall for it?"

"We didn't. We just keep trying different women until one falls for it. Probably only one in ten actually gives us a sex scene and then it's usually only a hand job or a blow job at best. Only a fraction of the women we go after goes as far as you did. You and a few others are the only natural sluts we've found."

Chrissy shuddered. "I'm not a slut," she mumbled under her breath, but realized she was lying as soon as the words left her mouth.

"As I was saying, you've made me rich."

"I'm happy for you. Now please leave."

"I want you to make more movies for me, Chrissy. We're going to start making professional movies with scripts and sets. I want you to be our number one star."

"You want me to willingly make porn movies?

"Yes. Name your price. You've already got a fan club. I'll even give you a share of the revenues."

Chrissy shuddered. "You want me to be a porn star?"

"You're already a porn star."

It's true, she thought. "No. I'm not like that. I was tricked. Seduced. I'm a married woman and about to become a mother. Now get out."

"You are like that." Ike fumbled with his trousers. "Tell me you don't want that?" he asked, pulling his swelling cock out.

Chrissy's eyes lit up at the sight of his huge cock. She hadn't seen a real black cock in months and there it was, getting hard for her. Full of tasty sperm. Mouthful after mouthful all for her. "I don't want it," she lied, fighting the urge to fall on her knees and take his cock in her mouth.

"Come on. I know what you want slut. Come suck on my big black cock," growled Ike, shaking his cock at her. It was now completely hard.

"It's time for you to go, Ike."

"Damn." Ike struggled to get his hard cock back in his pants. He settled for having it stick straight up against his stomach while he fastened his pants around it and pulled his shirt down over it. "Have it your way. That your husband's?" he asked, pointing his finger at her belly.

"Yes," she replied, though she was uncertain. "I'm sure it is." Chrissy reached down and rubbed her belly, protectively.

"Well if you change your mind and you can keep that hot bod of yours," said Ike, pulling out a business card. He left it on a nearby end table. "Give me a call." The big black man turned and left through the door. He paused adding, "Give me a call even if you don't want to make another movie for me and we can get together. Just me and you, like that special night we had." When Chrissy didn't respond, Ike turned and walked down to his car.

Chrissy stood still swaying on her feet and staring at the door. Minutes after Ike had left, her bell rang. She opened it and saw Sam standing there. He was crying and looked upset. "You alright. That nigger do anything to you?"

"I'm fine, Sam." She smiled at him. "And I've had about enough of your mouth. No more "N" word. Ok?"

"Alright," said Sam. "What did that fine African-American gentleman want then?"

"He wanted me to make more movies. Left his card over there. Apparently I'm a star."

Ike picked up the business card and looked at it. He read it. "Eisenhower B Jenkins. President WWBC Inc."

"Sam, you look upset. Are you alright?" Chrissy suddenly noticed flashing lights outside her door. There was an ambulance in Sam's driveway.

"No. Chrissy," he sobbed. "My wife just died."

"Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry." She reached out and hugged the old man. "If there's anything I can do, just let me... aaah!"

Sam pushed her back. "What is it?"

"I think I just peed my pants." They both looked down and saw that her sweat pants were wet around the crotch. "Oh shit! My water just broke!"

"Lets get you to the hospital. I'll call Todd."

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Nine hours later...

"I see it honey," said Todd, staring at Chrissy's crotch.

"That's it push," said the nurse. "Push down and up. Down and up."

What's that mean? thought Chrissy. She pushed as hard as she could.

Minutes later, the doctor put the baby on Chrissy's belly. "Would you like to cut the cord, Mr. Simmons?"

"Oh Chrissy, she's beautiful." Todd took the scissors. "We have a daughter. Dark little thing. Odd."

Chrissy noticed two of the nurses glance at each other. Chrissy just stared at her daughter. The dark little baby already had short curly black hair on her head.

Todd remained clueless for another week though he kept commenting on the baby's dark skin. At first he'd assumed she was dark from childbirth, but the skin never lightened. Finally, after posting pictures on facebook for his mother, she had called wanting to know why her granddaughter looked black.

Chrissy told Todd everything and he threw her and Malika out the next morning. The only person she knew that might help her lived right next door.

Sam took her and the baby in

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"You looked better then you did before you had the baby?" said Sam, admiring Chrissy as she did sit-ups in the nude. He belly was flat and she'd made it through her pregnancy with only faint stretch marks. The only thing different about her was her already oversized breasts were even bigger and her areola had doubled in size. Her nipples were constantly swollen and seemed to be always leaking milk. Malika was a hungry little thing, but Chrissy's overflowing breasts kept her well fed.

"Thanks," she replied standing. As she stood, her belly contracted revealing abs that hadn't existed before she started working out. "I feel great too." She walked over to Sam and kneeled before him, reaching into his pants and pulling out his prick. It began to harden in her hand and her mouth brought it to full erection. Chrissy paused, "Sam, we need to talk."

"Ummm, what about?" he groaned while she ran her tongue over his elongated cock head.

Chrissy suddenly deep throated his dick and bobbed her head rapidly before stopping again. "We need money." She sucked him in her mouth again.

"I know," he growled, fighting the urge to cum this early. "My ah social ah security isn't cutting it. Oh shit, here it cums!"

Chrissy pulled back so that his cock head would squirt on her tongue. His semen was old and stale, but she still enjoyed the taste. She wished his balls produced more of it. She wished there was a lot more of it, hotter, richer, and blasting forth from a huge black nut sack. She jerked every bit of it into her mouth before licking her lips. "Sam, I have an idea."

"Oh?" Sam fiddled with his pants, putting his dick away.

"You know how Ike offered to pay me to make more movies for him?"

"I remember."

"Well, I want nothing to do with fucking WWBC Inc., but I was thinking we could make our own movies."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, we could do that, but who'd want to see an old fart like me?"

"I was thinking you could Direct."

Sam paused and considered the possibilities. He could see the expectant look on her face. She was worried she'd offended him. Making a porn was always one of his biggest dreams. "I think that's a great idea," he answered and he could see the relief on her face.

"We'd need to find a male star," she said, staring at him again.

"Of course," he said, knowing what she wanted. "He'll need to be a nig... a black guy and one with a real big cock."

"Oh Sam, I love you." Chrissy threw her arms around the old man and hugged him. "Thank you, master."

Sam squeezed the nude woman tightly to his old body, touched by her affection. "I love you to," he replied. "I got something to show you." Sam led Chrissy to their room and over to his laptop. He took his computer out of hibernation and accessed a file folder. Chrissy had already seen the extensive porn collection the old man kept on his laptop. He even had a portable hard drive filled with porn. He opened a folder labeled Sylvester the Cat's stories. "I've had this thing for writing sex stories on the net."

Chrissy stared at the screen. The bottom of the computer listed the page as showing 312 files. The earliest ones were dated from fifteen years ago. "What's that?" she asked, reading the title. "Chrissy plays poker." She read another, "Chrissy's new bikini."

"Ever since you moved next door, you became my main character. They're individual stories though, not in a series. In every one you're loyal to your little dicked husband until your handsome older neighbor seduces you."

"Sam, I'm flattered." She leaned down and kissed his cheek. He'd written a lot of stories recently over the past year, but these were different. "Chrissy's first black cock. Chrissy and the black garbage man. Chrissy black maled." There were many more.

"I told you I had a thing for interracial sex after watching you."

"Why are you showing me these?"

"I want to write the script for the movie. If we do this, I want to make a quality porn with a real plot."

"Sounds good. I know you have some video equipment. Todd bought a real nice recorder when he found out I was pregnant. I'll sneak next door and get it. You can work on a script, we'll start simple at first."

"What about talent?"

"Oh, I think I can recruit some new talent."

"I'm sure you can," said Sam and they chuckled together for a moment.

"I don't know anything about marketing or distribution or websites," she stated, frowning.

"Leave that to me," said Sam. Now why don't you go find us a co-star."

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Leon Lincoln grabbed the special order off the counter and carried it outside to the waiting car. He'd just turned nineteen and had dropped out of high school two years earlier with no plans on finishing. He had no job prospects and it looked like he'd be working at McDonald's for the rest of his life with no hope of advancement unless his attitude changed for the better. He moved slowly not giving a fuck about anything until he saw who's car it was. The hot MILF had been coming to McDonald's about once a week for a year. She's always stared at him kind of funny. She addressed him by name and told him to call her Chrissy. She'd been pregnant, but was still hot and then a couple weeks ago, Leon noticed a little chocolate baby sleeping in the back seat of her car. He picked up his pace when he saw her look over at him and smile. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

"Hi Chrissy," he said. He noticed her baby wasn't with her today.

"Afternoon Leon," she replied, seeming a little nervous today.

"One Big Mac no mac sauce," he said. Leon was tall and his crotch was even with her window. He stepped up to the window and held out her bag of food. Her hand came out to take it, but missed the bag. Instead her hand grabbed what he called his Lincoln Log. His big cock swelled some as her hand inadvertently squeezed it. Instead of letting go, she squeezed it again. "Damn!"

"I bet this big thing has plenty of sauce for me," she said.

"Damn straight it does," he growled. "More sauce then you can handle."

"I don't know about that." Chrissy continued to stroke his huge cock through his pants. She guessed it was a nice foot long and felt rather thick too. "I can handle a lot of sauce. When one hole fills up, I got two more waiting."

"Fuck," moaned Leon in disbelief. He must be dreaming.

"What time do you get off?"

"Right now," said Leon, pulling back and walking around to her passenger seat. He opened the door and got in beside her.

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"You're the racist old neighbor?" said Ike into his phone. "Yeah, I remember you. How's my girl Chrissy doin? She change her mind yet?" Ike looked across the desk at his son, James and winked. He reached over and put the call on speaker so that James could hear.

"Chrissy's still pissed off at you. You ruined her life. She doesn't know I'm calling you and she'd be angry if she knew. We've decided to go off on our own."

"What's that mean?" asked Ike, curious.

"We're going to make our own movies with me directing and Chrissy as the star."

"So why call me?"

"I don't know anything about distribution or marketing and we'll need a website. I was wondering it I could pay you to set one up for me."

"Yeah, I can handle that for you, easily."

"How much?"

"A nominal fee. You can pay me on a percentage of sales. That Chrissy has star potential. I was hoping she'd be in WWBC's next project, Prison Bus Versus the PTA Moms."

"I'm sure she's not interested," said Sam's voice through the speaker. "Do we have a deal?"

"Absolutely. I'll have my legal department draw up a contract."

"Thanks."

Ike looked up at James when the phone went dead. "We got the slut. Get Malik and Eriq to draw up some contracts. Make them look good, like we're really helping them out. I want her in my movie and I want her working for me, long term, I figure she's got a good ten years in her and I wanna own the rights to anything they produce."

"Not a problem, pop," said James. He stood up. "I'll get them right on it."

"Lets see what kind of movies they can make for us."

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Sam hung up the phone just as Chrissy's car pulled in the driveway. He wasn't impressed by the black punk that got out of the passenger seat. The kid was tall and fit, but not very handsome and looked like he had an attitude. He was sure he could write some scripts around the fast food uniform though. Sam moved over by the door as it opened.

"Come on in," said Chrissy, stepping aside for the tall black man.

"Whoa," said Leon when he saw Sam. "Who's this, yo grandad?"

"No, This is Sam, my friend and savior. Sam, this is Leon. I need to go check on Malika." Chrissy left the room.

"Somethin' weird goin on here?" asked Leon, suspiciously.

"It's a long story, Leon," said Sam. "To make it short, Chrissy got knocked up by a black man, her husband threw her out, and now we need money, so we've decided to make a porn."

"I get to fuck her, right?"

"Leon, I asked her to go out and find us a star and she picked you. Can you perform on camera?"

"I guess so." Leon looked shocked. "I get to fuck her and get paid?"

"Yes," said Chrissy appearing from the hall, "But we're not sure how much we can pay yet."

"Dayumn!" Leon started at Chrissy she had appeared wearing a matching green bra and panty with a garter belt and green nylons that went well with her red hair. He'd never seen boobs as big as hers on such a fit woman. He'd never even been close to a scantily clad white woman. She walked sexily over to him and he stood up.

"I'll get the camera and we'll take some test footage," said Sam.

Chrissy kneeled and pulled Leon's uniform pants down. His enormous cock was straining against white urine stained briefs. She stretched his briefs out and pulled them down. His huge cock seemed to roll out already almost completely hard. "Will you look at that monster!"

"That's my Lincoln Log," Leon replied proudly.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Log," said Chrissy, kissing the large tip of his cock head. "I'm sure we're going to be good friends." She swirled her tongue around the head. "So Leon, do you and Mr. Log here wanna make movies with me?"

"Fuck yeah!"

THE END