Just after college, I rented a small guest house in a up and cumming part of town. It was quant and quiet and none of my friends lived close by, so I had lots of time to watch gay porn and play with my dildo. I had gotten rather comfortable with so much privacy, a would forget to close the blinds. The old lady I rented from couldn't see the guest house from her windows, I was tucked away enough I would read outside naked. One day I got really horny and started to lube up. I put on my favorite DVD and slowly worked my lubed asshole up and down my 8 inch purple dildo. Before long I was really ri... Continue»
Here we are," said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington Avenue.
Amber reached over to grab his arm. "I hope this is a good idea."
"Everything will be fine," replied her husband.
"This is all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't need to do this."
"Honey, it's alright. Things will work themselves out."
"Are they all black?"
"As far as I could tell. Quit worrying. It's an older neighborhood. No gangs or d**gs. I've checked it all out. The crime rate is low. It's fine. We'll get ourselves back on our feet and move out in a few years. There's our new house." As the van pulled up to the driveway, several older black people turned to watch them.
Fred and Amber Gertz were both 25 and had been married for three years. Fred was a pretty successful pharmaceutical rep for a large firm and quite successful. Amber had been a legal aid, but had recently gotten fired for gambling on the job. Amber had been introduced to gambling while the couple honeymooned in Las Vegas. She had quickly lost the original stake she had brought along for betting and had made three trips to the ATM as the week progressed. Fred had noticed it was getting difficult to pull Amber away from the slots even for passionate newlywed sex, but he had thought nothing of it at the time. As several years passed, Amber had increasingly played the lottery, bought hundreds in scratch off tickets, joined football and basketball pools at her job even though she knew nothing about sports. She ran up large amounts of credit card debt and Fred had finally taken notice when her car got repossessed. Their credit bad and burdened by a large debt, Fred decided to sell their home, move to a new state, and start from scratch.
Fred had located a decent home in an economically depressed black neighborhood. The area had been lower to upper middle class at one time and the prices were too low to pass up. He did have a two hour commute to his new office which meant he would be away from home twelve hours a day. Amber would start looking for work as soon as they moved into their new home. For now, Fred had put everything of value in his name and was giving Amber an allowance to get her gambling under control.
Fred got out of the van and saw two black men staring at him over a fence several houses away. Both men were older, gray haired, and one was rather fat. Fred waved. His hand froze in midair when he realized, they weren't waving back, just staring. Fred lowered his hand and frowning, he turned to help his wife down out of the truck. They saw several more black men and women watching them as they moved in. Fred tried again to wave and be friendly, but the most he got was a nod from one.
Fred wiped some sweat off his brow. He started the tiller back up and finished plowing a section of his back yard for Amber to plant a garden. Two of his black neighbors were sitting on a porch drinking beer. They were watching him work, but still hadn't acknowledged him. Fred had never given any thought to reverse racism, but now he knew what it felt like to be a black man moving into an all white neighborhood. Well screw them, he didn't need friends anyway. He'd meet some at work. Amber didn't care either. She was distrustful of blacks and would have been content to have them stay next door, but Fred wished they could have at least a casual relationship with the neighbors. Fred returned the tiller to the garage and entered his house.
"Holy shit!" Fred couldn't help himself when he walked in on his wife changing.
"Like what you see?" Amber smiled at him as she pulled her bikini panties up to cover her bare crotch.
"You know I do, sexy." Fred nodded towards the bed. "Wanna have some afternoon delight?" His drop dead gorgeous wife was pulling some cut off daisy dukes up over her ass. She was bare breasted, her firm double D's, thrust out, nipples erect and pointing upwards. Put her in a barn wearing a cowboy hat and this could have been a perfect pinup poster.
Amber giggled and said, "Maybe later, after I get the tomatoes planted." She bent to scoop up her bikini top.
"It's a date," said Fred adjusting himself. This was the reason he hadn't divorced her after she'd gotten them in financial trouble. Amber was one sexy lady. Not to mention that she was kind and compassionate and he loved her very much. Fred wasn't much to look at. He fit the Bill Gates image, a rather scrawny, computer nerd in glasses. Amber on the other hand, was built like a stripper. She had long golden brown hair that matched her name. Her eyes were green and so big they gave her an innocent look. Her lips were full and pouty. Her skin was very white and unblemished except for the occasional freckle. Fred didn't know her measurements, but her figure was a perfect hourglass. Her waist was long and thin and her legs were fit from jogging. She was actually several inches taller then Fred's 5'8". Her breasts were simply magnificent. They were large and firm. They looked fake, but were 100% natural. Each breasts had a large areola, but the color was so faint as to nearly blend in with her skin except for the actual nipple which was often very erect and bl**d engorged making them much darker. They looked like half inch erasers capping off perfect breasts. Her breasts were so large, she complained of back trouble and often leaned forward when she walked. Amber considered getting reduction surgery, but Fred wouldn't hear of it. Maybe when she got older and they started to sag some, but not now. She strapped the black bikini top on and winked at him as she left the room.
Fred went to take a shower. Afterwards, he was still nude when he walked over to the window to check on Amber. Their bedroom looked right down on the recently tilled ground. Amber was bent over, digging a hole for a tomato plant. Her moon-shaped ass was thrust up towards Fred and he could see the jean shorts hugging it tightly. Fred could also see that the two old black men had moved from the porch and were leaning over the fence watching Amber. Fred quickly got dressed.
"I tells ya, thems real."
"They sho is ripe and juicy."
"Ahem," said Fred clearing his throat as he walked around the corner of the house and surprised the two black men. "How's it going?"
"Oh, hello there neighbor," said one of the black men.
"We was just talking about your wife's tomatoes," said the other, grinning and holding out his hand.
Fred took it and shook it. "You into horticulture?"
"I discovered whore-tee-culture in the Navy."
"I see," said Fred not really understanding how someone in the navy might develop an interest in gardening. "I'm Fred Gertz and that's my wife Amber."
"I'm Amos Smith." Amos was the one into horticulture. He was a black man pushing seventy and still a physical giant of a man. He was big and muscular, though his muscles had tightened up as he aged. Amos had shaved his head making himself look younger, though he kept a gray goatee. This guy had forty-five years on Fred and there was no doubt in Fred's mind that he wouldn't last more then a few minutes in a ring with the guy.
"I'm Walker." The second black man held out his hand and Fred took it. He assumed Walker was his last name. He was probably mid-sixties and had a huge beer gut. He was pretty obese, though his arms were still pretty muscular and one had a USMC tattoo on the bicep. Walker had a bald pate and close cropped gray hair around his head. He also had a gold tooth in the front.
Fred released Walker's hand. "I was starting to think I wasn't welcome here. You never returned my waves."
"Sorry about that. I never saw you. I'm a little blind in one eye."
Both his eyes looked fine to Fred, bright and alert even, but he felt relief to know that his neighbors weren't anti-white or anything. "I understand."
"I'd like to say hi to the missus," said Amos."
"I'll call her over." Fred turned to look at his wife. She was still kneeling in the dirt. She had noticed them, but had made no move to join them. "Amber, come on over and say hi to the neighbors."
Amber tried to stare down Fred before reluctantly getting up. Fred realized what was bothering her, but it was too late. Amber wasn't fond of showing off her body to strangers even at the beach. She was a borderline nudist around her husband, but with anyone else and she was shy. Here she was now dressed like a slut farm girl and about to introduce herself to two old black men. The two black men never took their eyes off her as she approached. Fred felt a little proud to have the neighbors so envious of the beauty he had married. "I'm Amber." She shook their hands then immediately held her arm across her chest. Her nipples were typically erect and pushing out her top.
"And you are?"
"Delighted to have such a young beautiful woman in this neighborhood."
"That's a long name," said Amber blushing.
"Call me Amos then."
The foursome was interrupted by someone calling out Walker's name. "We're back here," replied Walker.
Two more black men walked around the corner of Walker's house. "Well what is it we had to rush over to see?" yelled one.
"Yep, where's the fire?" said the other. He froze when he saw Amber.
"Ah, just something I wanted to show you guys in the house," said Walker. "Come meet Fred and Amber, the new neighbors. These hooligans live further down the street."
"Howdy, Frank Beane." Frank shook both Fred and Amber's hands. Frank was skinny and probably pushing eighty, but seemed full of life. He was a tall, lanky man. He had a full head of gray hair. His limbs seemed elongated. He had big long hands and long arms as well as legs.
"Dick Long," said the fourth black man. He didn't extend his hands to shake them.
"His momma and daddy named him that cause it's true," laughed Frank."
Dick Long gave Frank a fake grin revealing several missing teeth. He was probably the youngest of the four black men, but still in his fifties. Like Amos, he was big and muscular too. He had African features, very dark skin and a flat nose. His eyes were deep set, giving him an unfriendly look. He barely nodded at Fred and just seemed satisfied to stare at Amber. His emotionless stare made her uncomfortable and she shuffled behind her husband to block Dick's view.
"Your tomatoes are planted too close little lady," said Walker. "You should space them at least a foot apart."
"Thanks for the advice. I'm going to go fix them now. Nice meeting you fellows." Amber turned to walk away and Fred was aware of four black heads cocking to watch her go. Some of Amber's ass was poking out from under the tiny shorts until she reached back and adjusted them.
"Hey, Franksandbeans," said Walker. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Frank grinned. "Fred here makes five."
"You play poker white boy?" asked Amos.
"Some." Fred didn't appreciate being called a white boy.
"Our buddy Lou died sixth months ago and we were looking for a fifth player. "Stakes ain't too bad. We each put in about fifty dollars and usually play winner take all unless the game runs late. Games are Friday nights, starts about eight.
"See ya in six days then. We switch houses usually. This week will be in my basement. New guy buys the beer."
Fred showed up at Walker's house promptly at eight the following Friday carrying two cases of Miller light under his arms. Walker let him in and led him down to the basement. Amos, Frank, and Dick were already sitting at a card table playing blackjack. They all greeted him pretty warmly except for Dick who didn't acknowledge him at all. Fred set the miller light on a counter and Walker began loading it into a mini cooler.
"I'd better go easy on this," said Amos taking a beer. "I'm not used to the good stuff."
Fred frowned, thinking he was being teased for not buying better beer, but then he noticed the room was filled with empty cans of very cheap beer and he realized Amos was being serious.
"Lets play," grunted Dick, speaking for the first time.
The five sat around the poker table and Amos dealt first. "That sure is a fine piece of ass ya married, Fred."
"Thanks, I guess."
"Yeah man, you married up," grinned Fred.
Fred knew he had married above his looks, but didn't like being reminded of it. "I'm a lucky man."
"If she were my wife I wouldn't be over here playing poker with four old farts like us," said Walker.
"White boys don't know how to treat a woman," grunted Dick glowering at Fred. Dick's deep set eyes made Fred uncomfortable.
"I do just fine, thanks," replied Fred. "How about you guys, are you married?"
Walker sighed. "Widowed."
"Married fifty years," said Frank proudly, "with five c***dren and eighteen grand k**s."
"Divorced," said Amos.
"Divorced," grunted Dick.
"Long Dick left out divorced, divorced, and divorced," Frank quipped.
"Fuck you, Franksandbeans. Deal the cards," said Dick.
"Sorry to hear that," said Fred to Walker who looked sad since mentioning he was widowed. "How long has your wife been gone?"
"three years as of last week. I miss her every day. I miss her smile. I miss her laugh. I miss her cooking."
"You miss her blow jobs." Dick got up to get another beer. "So do I."
Walker gave Dick the finger. "I'm gonna go drain the monster." He glowered at Dick.
Frank leaned over and whispered to Fred, "Dick made Walker's wife suck his dick once over a poker bet. He never let Walker forget it."
"Serves him right for bragging about her so much," said Dick overhearing the conversation. "She may have been good sucking Walker's little ten inch dick, but she gagged sucking on a really big one. Swallowed every bit of my cum though. Came back for more a couple times too."
"Here he comes. Shut up about his wife." Amos punched Dick in the arm.
"What about you, white boy?" Dick asked. "I bet your wife sucks a mean dick. Those big lips were built for sucking cock."
Fred was starting to feel sorry he agreed to play with these guys. "We don't do that," said Fred shifting in his seat. He regretted it almost immediately and wished he had told the big black guy that it was none of his business.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means, she doesn't like to do that."
"So? You push her to the ground and you shove your cock down her throat. Then you move her head up and down your cock. I ain't never heard such nonsense. Women do what you fucking tell them to do. She don't like to do that. What the fuck?"
"Black women know how to treat cock," added Amos.
"Don't you want her to suck your dick?" Dick was not done ribbing Fred yet.
"Sure, I guess."
"Look white boy. You leave here tonight. You walk on home, wake your wife up, and shove your dick down her throat. It don't matter whether she wants to, likes to, or what-the-fuck-ever."
"I'm not going to do that."
"Maybe that's why you've been divorced four times." The room went so silent you could hear a pin drop and Fred instantly regretted it. It had been perhaps the bravest thing he had ever said. He felt instant relief when Dick chuckled.
"You're alright white boy." Dick got up and grabbed another beer and gave one to Fred. "For the record, no woman has ever divorced me because of sex. They divorced me because I'm a mean d***k sonofabitch and I can't keep my big black cock in my pants."
"Ya got that right," added Walker.
"Yep," said Frank.
Dick sat and took the cards to deal. "In fact, I could call up any of my ex's and fuck them tonight if I wanted and two of them remarried. Tell ya what white boy. I'm gonna get your dick sucked for you."
Fred said the second bravest thing in his life. "I'm starting to wonder about this fascination you have with my dick, Dick."
The room broke out into laughter. Frank guffawed and slapped Fred on the back. The only one who didn't laugh was Dick, but he grinned. He wasn't as scary looking when he grinned. "I was serious, but if you don't want your wife to suck your dick that's fine with me. Just trying to do you a fucking favor. If you don't want to know my plan, fuck you."
The laughter had settled. "Just k**ding," said Fred, "but I'm curious, what's your plan?"
"We get her to play poker with us. We can feed her some good hands and you can f***e her out of the game unless she bets a blow job for when you get home."
"Can't do that," replied Fred.
"Why not?" prompted Dick.
"Amber has a... She can't... What I'm trying to say is that she got us into trouble... She can't handle gambling."
"You don't say," said Dick.
"Leave him alone, Dick," said Walker. "This is clearly something he doesn't want to discuss."
"It's ok. It feels good to get off my chest." Fred explained how Amber had gotten hooked in Vegas and how their troubles had progressed from there.
"Nothing to be ashamed of Fred," said Amos. "We all have our problems and weaknesses."
Frank took the cards for the deal. "Enough talk, ladies. Lets play some serious poker."
The rest of the night went a lot friendlier and Fred went home with twenty extra dollars in his pocket. He stripped in his room watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as Amber slept. She would be naked under the covers and his dick started to rise. He imagined walking over to her and pulling the covers off. He'd shove his dick down her throat as she woke up in surprise. Yeah, that would work in a perfect world. He looked down at his penis, hard, and straining to make five inches. Dick had called Walker's penis little at ten inches and claimed his was thirteen. Those old black men were probably full of crap. Amber wouldn't go for the f***ed blow job thing, but she never turned down sex. He climbed in bed behind her and nudged her ass with his stiff penis until she awoke and parted her legs for him.
Fred and Amber were just about to sit down together and watch a movie when the doorbell rang. Fred answered the door and was surprised to see the four black men there. Amos was carrying a case of Old Milwaukee. "You trying to ditch the game, white boy?" said Dick.
Fred was silent. He hadn't had a good time during last weeks game and had spent the week avoiding his neighbors so as not to get invited to another game. "Sorry fellas, money is a little tight this week."
"Then we'll spot ya," said Walker stepping up to the door.
"Come on in," sighed Fred stepping aside.
"Fred, what's going on?" asked Amber standing up from off the couch. She looked dumbfounded to see the old black men shuffle into her living room. Amber was wearing just panties and a tee shirt. She grasped the hem and pulled the shirt down to cover her panties. This had the effect of making the tee shirt tighten around her large bosom and showing off her nipples.
"Sorry, honey. The guys here want to play some poker."
"Oh. Alright then. I guess we'll just have to postpone our alone time." Amber checked out the black men to see if she had made any of them feel guilty enough to leave them alone, but they just stared at her chest. "I'll run upstairs and change."
"Don't feel you have to change on our account little lady," said Walker.
Amber snorted. "I'll be right back." She released the tee shirt's hem when she reached the stairs. Four black heads turned to watch her climb the stairs. As her firm calves tensed with each step, the tee shirt rode up her back giving each man a view of Amber's tight ass gripped by lacy black panties.
"We can use the kitchen table," said Fred. He took the beer and filled the refrigerator after handing each black man a can and taking one for himself. Walker had his poker chip set and cards. He quickly gave each man the standard $50 in chips after collecting the money.
They had each dealt two hands when Amber came back downstairs. Fred was not surprised when all four black men's eyes focused on her. He knew he was a lucky man. Amber seemed incapable of not looking sexy no matter what she was wearing. She was barefoot and even her feet looked cute with their little pink painted nails. She had pulled some tight jeans on and was wearing a sweat shirt that was a little too small and designed to show off her navel and flat belly whenever she stretched. Fred could tell she had put her bra on as her tits weren't shaking too much, but the tight sweat shirt really made them stand out. She had tied her long auburn hair back and removed her contacts, wearing dark glasses. She had attempted to dress down, but the hair and glasses made her look like a naughty librarian. "Let me get some chips and dip for you guys." Amber always wanted to be a good hostess and she grabbed a bowl to fill with chips.
"And I'll take another beer little lady," said Frank.
"Me too," grunted Dick.
"Full house," said Fred putting his cards down and pulling the chips his way. "You must be good luck honey." Frank folded early the next hand when Amos dealt and lost a bit more when Frank dealt. Frank always seemed to deal him the worst hands.
"I'll take a beer now," said Frank.
"Might as well bring me one while your at it," added Walker. "And why not get one for yourself?"
"I think I will," said Amber. She served the men some beer. Only Walker and her husband were in for this hand and the pot was large, probably more then one hundred dollars. She felt her pulse quicken at the thought of winning all that money. She pulled back the tab on the beer and took a swallow almost spitting it out immediately.
"Not the fancy beer you're accustomed too," laughed Frank. The other black men laughed with him.
"I like Bud," she replied.
"Spoiled rich girl are ya?" said Dick. "Drink up that working man's beer in your hand."
Amber looked at her husband who just shrugged at her. She took another sip of the beer and f***ed it down her throat. Fred smiled at her and winked as he laid his flush down on top of Walker's two pair. Amber felt a shudder go through her as she pictured herself winning that money. Her nipples hardened as she got a little turned on. Luckily, her bra was thick enough to keep them from sticking out too much, though they were still visible.
"I'm out then," said Walker. "Care if I go watch some TV?"
"Follow me," said Amber, "and I'll get you the remote."
Walker left for the living room and shouted "Alright!" a few minutes later.
"Everything ok in there?" called Fred from the poker table.
"Just happy to see you got cable, rich boy," yelled Walker back.
Fred returned to the game and dealt the cards. "Can you get me another beer, honey?"
"Sure," she replied tossing back her beer and grimacing at the taste. "Anyone else?" The three black men each wanted another and Walker called from the living room that he would take another too.
"You know Amber," said Dick after she returned from giving Walker his beer. "It's still early and poker is better with five players. Why don't you sit in a hand?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," said Fred. He glared at the dark skinned black man. Didn't he remember Fred talking about Amber's problem last week?
"I think that's up to your wife. What say you, Amber?"
Amber had opened another beer and was still making faces as she sipped it. "Fred's right, it's not a good idea. I do love poker though," she sighed.
"Then join us. Hubby's won enough to spot you some."
Amber actually felt her panties dampen a little at the thought of playing poker. "Like I said, I'd love to, but I have a bit of a gambling problem."
"Then this will be good for you. You're only allowed a stake of fifty dollars. You can't lose any more then that."
"Really?" Amber downed her beer, already feeling a little buzzed. She sat down in Walker's vacant seat.
"Amber," said Fred gulping. "I don't think..."
"This might help her," interrupted Dick. "It can teach her to control her bets."
"I think I can handle it, just this one time," said Amber staring at the cards.
"We each are even," said Frank, speaking for the first time since Dick had asked her to join. Amos had been silent the whole exchange too. "Except for your hubby there who has all of Walker's money. Give her half and we'll be even again."
Fred slid fifty in chips over to Amber. "Honey, this is my money, ok? You are not actually gambling with your money. I'm just letting you play some cards with my money." He hoped that would make her think about gambling a little differently. "If you win, I'm keeping the money."
"Just deal, Fred," she replied.
"Five card draw." Fred dealt the cards. Amber controlled herself and folded early. Amos won the pot which was small. Amos dealt and Frank won a little. Amber won a decent pot during Frank's deal and another decent pot the next time around when Frank dealt again. Fred could see his wife squirming a little in her seat. Gambling made her horny and if she won tonight, she was going to be an a****l in bed. That made him feel a little better. He still controlled their money and she couldn't get them into trouble again even if she had a bad relapse.
Amber's money started dribbling away after they each had dealt a few more hands. The deal came back to Frank. "My lucky guy," said Amber, slurring her words a little. She had just finished her third beer. Frank winked at her. She had won every hand he dealt. This hand broke her streak and she found most of her money gone. "I'm sorry honey," she said staring at her few remaining chips.
"It's just a game," replied her husband.
Amber won a small pot when Dick dealt and another when Fred dealt. She started perking up again. Frank's turn came around and this time he was her lucky charm again. He dealt her a straight on another hand of five card draw. She matched the raises until Amos and Frank folded. She looked at her husband who was trying to keep a straight face, but she could tell he was holding a good hand. Dick was staring at her smirking. Probably looking for a tell, she thought. Dick pushed all his money in and her husband followed suit. "I.. um... don't have that much," she said, panicking.
"Then you're out," said Fred.
"Not so fast, white boy," said Dick Long. "Your wife has something else she can put up."
Fred felt the color drain from his face. The table had gone silent again. He knew what Dick was going to bring up.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Putting anything else in is against the rules," said Fred hastily.
"You can give a blow job to the winner." Dick turned and stared her in the eyes.
It was Amber's turn to feel the color drain from her cheeks. "What kind of man would even suggest that?"
"A man who wants a blow job. Do you think you got a good hand or do you want to fold?"
"In Vegas poker, I can just put what I got..."
"This ain't Vegas, white girl. Now how good do you think your hand is?"
"But your bla... not my husband. I can't give you a blow job. I'm a married woman. I don't even do that with Fred."
"Fred's a wuss. Everyone knows a blow job ain't cheating."
"Just fold, honey," said Fred. He jumped when Dick kicked him in the leg. The black man winked at him as Amber stared at her cards. Last week, he had told Fred he was going to help him get a blow job and Dick was apparently keeping his promise. "But, it's up to you."
Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll decide when I come back." She left the room.
"Asshole," said Fred to Dick. "I told you about her gambling problem. What were you thinking?"
Dick smirked. "Just trying to help you out. Look at her cards." Fred stared at him until he repeated, "turn her cards over and check her hand."
Fred reached out and cheated. "She's got a straight."
"Can you beat it?"
"Yeah, I have a flush."
Dick looked at his hand and showed Fred two of his cards. "Pair of tens. I told you I'd get your dick sucked. Take my gift and enjoy. She's going to be so relieved she doesn't have to give me a blow job that you'll get the best fucking blow job of your life." Dick sat up straight when Amber returned. "Well did you decide?"
"I'm out," she replied.
"Good choice," said Frank. "Don't give this asshole the pleasure."
Fred drummed his fingers on the table. "I think you should stay in, honey," he practically whispered.
"Bad move," said Frank, but he was grinning.
Amber stared at her husband in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"If you think your hand is that good, you should stay in. You might win all the pot back or give me a blow job tonight."
"Or that jerk."
"Maybe, but he has to beat you and me, first."
Amber looked at the money. She had a chance of tripling the money her husband had allowed her to play with. He wasn't k**ding, it was his and he'd take it all from her, but she also knew he would buy her something nice with it. "I'll do it."
"You sure, Amber?" asked Frank.
"Shut up Franksandbeans," said Dick. "What you got, white boy?"
Amber felt sick all of a sudden. She had just lost. Well giving Fred one little blow job wouldn't be so bad. "Straight." She turned up her cards. Fred was grinning at her. He really wanted this and she decided to do her best with him. She gulped when it came Dick's turn to show his cards.
"Pair of tens."
Amber felt a huge surge of relief and Fred's grin widened.
"And another pair of tens. I win."
Fred's grin dropped. "What the fuck?"
Amber stared at the four tens horrified. "Oh no," she whispered.
"Time to pay up." Dick stood up. His giant muscular frame towering over the still sitting players. His dark black skin looked even darker when he grinned displaying his missing teeth. His remaining teeth were yellow and crooked. Amber pushed her seat back and stepped away from the table like a doe about to make a run for it. Dick grabbed her arm and practically dragged her away. "We can do this in the living room." She turned to stare at her husband before she disappeared.
Fred made a move to stand, but Amos's arm wrapped around his neck from behind and held him still. The arm tightened until Fred quit struggling. "A bet is a bet," Amos whispered in Fred's ear.
"OHMYGAWD!" shouted Amber from the living room.
"He's hurting her," whimpered Fred.
"Naw," said Amos. "She just seen his cock, that's all."
Frank spoke. "He did the same thing to Walker's wife."
"You should have warned me," pleaded Fred.
"I told her not to," shrugged Frank.
Fred shut his eyes to fight tears. "Is it really that big?"
"You can go see for yourself once you calm down." Amos relaxed his grip.
"I gotta stop this," said Fred, gasping as the arm around his neck tightened again.
Amos whispered in his ear again. "Listen white boy, your wife was playing with your money. You said so yourself. That means that you gotta pay the debt. Long Dick is gonna get his cock sucked tonight and unless you wanna do it, it's gonna be your wife." Amos felt Fred slump completely and he released his arm from around Fred's throat. Amos slapped him on the back. "Maybe this will teach your wife a lesson about gambling." He slapped Fred on the back. "Now I ain't never scene a pretty white girl sucking on Long Dick's black monster and I'm gonna go watch the show."
"Me too," said Frank standing.
Fred watched the black men leave for his living room. Reluctantly, Fred pushed his chair back to join them. He shuffled towards his living room. At first he couldn't see anything as Frank and Amos were blocking his view. Walker was sitting back in a recliner. He had switched the television off. Dick was standing in the center of the living room. He had pulled his shirt off. His skin was a deep African black and his muscles were extremely pronounced. This guy's physique put Fred's little body to shame and the black man had 30 years on Fred. The black man had dropped his pants around his ankles. Fred could see Amber's golden brown hair bobbing before Dick's crotch. He walked around the couch and gasped at the sight before his eyes.
Amber had her jaws stretched so wide it looked like they were dislocated. Sticking from her mouth were about seven inches of the darkest black cock Fred could have ever imagined. To say it was beer can thick would have been an exaggeration, but not by much. Amber pulled back gasping for breath and Fred got the full view of the monster that had been in her mouth. Dick hadn't been lying when he bragged about his cock being thirteen inches long. It was also the ugliest thing Fred had ever scene. The black man was uncircumcised and the thick wrinkly sack covered an oversized cock head. The head seemed to be trying to push out of the sack as the black man gasped for breath. Amber reached up and pulled the skin taunt. The huge cockhead emerged completely from the foreskin. It was both the size and color of a large dark plum. Having the foreskin pulled tight made the massive black cock look completely different. It went from being an ugly wrinkled log to a magnificent steel hard phallus that could have been the model for a large dildo. Amber couldn't take her eyes off it and she looked both fascinated and horrified. Dick's hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her back down on his cock. She tried to swallow it again, but gagged.
"Amber, are you alright?" said Fred.
Amber finally looked at her husband. Dick's cock was rubbing along her cheek, nose, and lips, sometimes leaving a slimy trail. "Do you see this?" she asked. Fred nodded and she embarrassed him by saying, "it's more then twice as big as yours." The black men all chuckled.
"Start sucking. I ain't got all night," grunted Dick. "Just swallow what you can. You can jerk off the rest. I cum quicker too if you play with my balls."
Amber took the fully engorged cockhead back in her mouth and began sucking. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could. She could handle four or five inches of the monster fairly easily. Her right hand started stroking the remaining shaft. Her hand began sliding faster as saliva leaked from her lips helping to coat the shaft. Fred saw her other hand come up to knead Dick's testicles. They were every bit sized to go with his penis. Each individual ball was bigger then Fred's entire scrotum and probably as big as a tennis ball. His testicles were excessively hairy and the wrinkly black skin matched his foreskin.
"That's it," groaned Dick. "I think she's starting to love sucking on this big black cock." Amber shook her head in the negative, but continued bobbing it. "Liar. I bet your pussy's soaked right now. I bet your wondering what something like this would feel like buried in your tight white pussy. Ow! Squeeze my nuts again bitch and you'll find your lips kissing my pubes. I'm gonna cum soon. You can thank me when I'm done."
Amos moved to block Fred who acted like he was about to intervene again. "This your first white girl?" he asked. Amos was clutching his crotch which looked like it pained him.
Dick took his eyes off Amber and looked at Amos. "Naw, but she's the first one I didn't have to pay."
Amber let out a little cry, but didn't stop bobbing her head.
"I can't stand this anymore," said Amos.
"What are you doing?" asked Fred horrified to see the other muscular black man dropping his pants.
"I gotta jerk off." Amos pulled out another huge cock. His monster was dark brown and also uncircumcised. His shaft was probably close to a foot long, the thick root jutting out from a heavy bush of grey pubic hair. Amos spit in his hand and started sliding it along the shaft.
Fred found the whole situation surreal. His beautiful young wife was kneeling before a black man older than her dad and someone Fred felt probably belonged in a prison. She was sucking on an ugly black cock so prodigious, it was more then twice as big as Fred's. Another black man old enough to be Amber's grandfather was jerking his huge cock off in their living room as he stared at Amber. Two more old black men, one fat and one skinny, were watching the show.
"Getting close," growled Dick.
Amber pulled her mouth off, but her hand never quit stroking the shaft. "Warn me before you cum," she said before returning her lips to his cockhead. Before she swallowed it, Fred noticed that the foreskin had completely receded and the big tip looked even more engorged then before.
"It ain't a proper blowjob unless you swallow." Dick pulled her head down and Amber's eyes flew wide open. She made a gurgling sound just as milky white sperm shot out the sides of her mouth. Fred could see her gulp several times and felt jealous knowing this was the first sperm she had ever tasted. Dick, being the typical asshole, yanked his cock out quickly and shot another couple blasts of semen on Amber's face. She surprised Fred by leaning forwards and putting her lips back around the tip and gulped a few more times. Her hand was now only stroking forwards on the shaft like it was milking it for sperm. Amber finally pulled back, staring in amazement at the still engorged shaft before her eyes. She released it and the dark foreskin slowly closed up around the shrinking cock head. It looked like a snake sliding backwards into a hole. "Hey slut, look at that."
Amber turned her face in the direction Dick was nodding and found herself face to face with another engorged black cock. The angry looking head exploded as soon as her eyes focused on it. A huge wave of semen covered her face and sweat shirt. Sperm covered her eyes and blinded, she felt the new cock head pressing down upon her lips. She opened them in time to get another mouthful of hot semen which she swallowed to make room for several smaller wads. She had only seen the man's cock and had no idea who's semen she was now swallowing. The cock pulled back from her mouth and her body seemed to want to follow it like she wanted to taste more. She heard her husband yell, "That's it. Shows over. I want everyone out." There was laughter and what sounded like a high five hand slap. Someone also farted as the black men shuffled out of the room. She could here someone gathering up the poker chips. When it appeared everyone had left, she pulled her sweat shirt off and wiped her eyes. Fred returned and helped her to the shower. They both agreed to forgive each other and hugged, though Fred wouldn't kiss her on the mouth. The black man had been right, her pussy was soaked while she sucked him, and Amber half heartedly hoped for sex that night, but when Fred stripped, his penis wasn't the least bit hard. In fact, it appeared to have shrunk up into his scrotum making it look even smaller.
A week later, Friday morning, Fred awoke to find his penis engulfed in his wife's mouth. She found his penis easy to suck and she could swallow the entire shaft while licking his balls with her tongue. Things had been a little strained between he and Amber. It had taken him three days before he could kiss her on the lips. It was five days until he had gotten an erection and they had passionately made love that night knowing that all was truly forgiven. The following night she had finally gone down on him whether out of guilt or love, Fred didn't care because it felt awesome. She swallowed every drop of semen his little balls could produce both that night and this morning. She seemed to enjoy the taste. Amber climbed up on top of him and laid her head on his chest. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too. I'd like to stay here all day, but I'd better get ready and on the road." Fred got off the bed when Amber rolled off him and took a shower. He would be gone until Tuesday at a pharmaceutical convention and had about a seven hour drive. They kissed at the door. Fred broke off the kiss and walked down to his car before turning back to his wife. "Remember to lock the door and don't let Richard anywhere near the house." Fred had quit calling him Dick, because he didn't want to remind Amber of the man's penis. "I'll see you in five days."
Fred was driving out of the neighborhood when he noticed Frank Beane was struggling with a love seat in the back of a pickup. He had avoided the black men all week, but he couldn't turn down a neighbor who needed help. Fred pulled up to the curve and helped Frank get the chair off the pickup. They both took the chair and carried it through the front door.
"Right here," said a heavy-set older black woman.
"Fred meet my wife, Jean," said Frank.
"Jean Beane," said Fred.
"Almost didn't marry the old fool cause of that," laughed the black woman.
Frank and Fred arranged the love seat. Frank thanked him and Fred was on the way to the door when he noticed the pictures on the wall. "Is that you and Sammy Davis Jr?"
"Yep, sure is. I used to open for him."
One picture was of a promotional shot of a much younger Frank dressed as a magician. He was holding a wand up to a fanned deck of cards. The billboard called him Beandini. There was also a shot of Frank dealing cards at a blackjack table to Sammy Davis, Sinatra, and what looked like Angie Dickenson. "Wow! You have to tell me some stories some time."
"I'm free now. I can talk about my Vegas days for hours."
"Some other time. I'm at a conference all weekend."
"Sure neighbor. Thanks for the helping hand."
The pictures tugged at Fred's brain halfway to the conference. Frank had been a professional card dealer in Vegas in the early sixties. He had also been some sort of magician apparently specializing in card tricks. Richard had mentioned feeding his wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for the blow job con. Frank's hands had all been good for Amber at the second card game until the one that suckered her in. "My lucky guy," Amber had called Frank that night. Frank was the kindly old one. The friendliest of the four black men. Could he have set Fred and Amber up? Worse, Fred had just told him that he would be gone all weekend. Fred was an hour away from the conference when he turned around and headed home just as it started to rain.
Amber was actually shaking as she approached the door. She jumped when the doorbell rang for a third time. She had just gotten out of the tub when the doorbell rang. She didn't know who it could be. The lights were out except for the bathroom and the bedroom and her car was in the garage. She dressed in sweat pants and a shirt before heading down stairs. She snuck a peak through the curtain and saw skinny old Frank Beane standing on her steps dripping wet. She turned the light on and opened the door, undoing the chain lock. "Frank, what is it?"
"It's poker night," he grinned at her and held up a deck of cards.
"Well come in out of the rain." She pulled her robe tight around her waist. "Fred's not here. He's out of town."
"You don't say."
"Hold the door," someone yelled as Walker and Amos appeared out of the darkness to catch the door before she closed it.
Startled, Amber stepped back and almost screamed.
"He's not here, Amber. After last week we told Dick we didn't want to play with him again." Frank kindly patted her shoulder.
"Same place as last week?" Walker sat his poker chips on the kitchen table as Amos loaded the cooler with another case of cheap beer. He handed Amber one.
"I was just telling Frank, that Fred's out of town."
"Shit. We were hoping for both of you to play since we ditched the asshole," grunted Amos.
"Well, we'll just make do with the four of us then," said Walker as he squeezed his fat belly into a chair.
"I was hoping for an early night, fellows," said Amber, but her eyes were greedily staring at the poker chips, the cards, and the fifty dollars Walker was removing from his pocket.
"Come on Amber," said Frank as he sat at the table. "Just a simple little game. Same rules as last week, fifty dollars only. I'm sure Fred left you some money."
"He left me $150 dollars," she replied. Amber was squeezing her eyes shut trying to fight the urge to join them at the table. "But that's all I have to last the weekend and I need groceries and gas."
"Then even if you lose, you'll still have a hundred bucks to get by on." Frank used his foot to push out an empty chair towards Amber. "But if you win, you'll have doubled your stake."
I guess your right. Can't hurt. Can it?" Amber was sweating and breathing heavy. Her hands were shaking as she left the room to get to her purse and the money. She retrieved fifty dollars and returned to the kitchen. Her hands quit shaking as soon as she sat down at the table and watched her money being turned into poker chips. She immediately felt better as Walker dealt the first hand. Amos popped the tab and slid a beer over towards her.
One hour later...
Amber reached into her purse for her final fifty dollars. The boys had been generous and let her buy some more chips. She was thankful they were giving her a chance to win her money back. Her luck had to change soon. She returned and slid the money towards Walker who exchanged it for more chips. She was thrilled to win the next two hands, but then her money started whittling away again. Frank dealt out a game of seven card stud and the pot started building. She had two sixes in her hand and there was a third on the table as well as a pair of sevens. She winced as Amos raised again. "I don't have enough."
"Your short fifteen," stated Frank. "Then you're out."
"I can't be out. I won't have any money to get by this weekend." Amber eyes were wide open in fright. Can somebody lone me the fifteen? I'll pay you back."
"You can pay me what Dick got last week," said Amos.
Amber blushed. "I'm never doing that again. Screw you." Amos held up his hands in surrender.
Frank reached out and tapped her hand. "And we'd never make you do that. Isn't that right guys?" Frank's elongated hand completely covered Amber's.
"We ain't pervs," grunted Walker. "But we is men. I'd give you fifteen of my winnings if you put on a little something sexy. I'm thinking that bikini you was wearing while gardening would be nice."
"I'm not wearing a bikini to play poker."
"I'd pay fifteen for that too," said Amos.
"I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't interested." Frank sat back and sighed. "I guess that's the offer. I know you don't want to do it, so feel free to fold and we'll go home, but it would sure make three old men very happy to play cards with such a young a beautiful woman."
Walker added, "Plus, you'd have thirty bucks extra to play with."
Amber thought about it for a minute. Odds were good she would win this hand and most of her money back. With the extra $30, she could get all of it back with a few good hands. Amber pushed her chair back and stood up. "I'll be right back."
Amber returned ten minutes later wearing her robe. She found a full, cold beer in her spot and tossed it back taking a big swig. She was already a little d***k and the beer helped build up her courage. Three pairs of eyes were on her as she undid the belt and let the robe fall to the floor.
"Jesus!" said Walker.
Amos was cruder, "That is a fucking hot piece of ass."
"You're incredible Amber," said Frank winking at her. "I'm not sure this was a good idea. I won't be able to concentrate on my cards."
Amber's first reaction was to lean forward making herself smaller which also made her large breasts ponderously dangle down. She f***ed herself to stand back up straight. They had already seen her in the top, but with shorts on. The panties were on the skimpy side and the reason she kept her crotch shaved. It helped that the three men were so old and unthreatening. Plus, the way they were staring at her body was flattering. Amber relaxed and smiled. "Let's play cards."
"First, lets pay you your chips," said Frank sliding fifteen across to her as she sat down. The other two followed suit. Amber slid the fifteen she still owed into the pot. "Amber's in. Let's show them."
"Full house," said Amber sixes over sevens."
"I'm out," Frank flopped his cards down.
"Beats me." Walker tossed his cards in.
"Full house too," said Amos grinning. "Sevens over sixes."
"Shit!" Amber threw her cards on the table. This was getting to be too much for her. She was holding so many good hands that just didn't pay off for her. She took another swig of beer.
The cards went around the table a couple times and Amber won a few small pots. The beer and the gambling had her horny. She wished Fred was home to take care of her needs. Of course, he'd be pissed off at her for gambling, so she was better off spending an unsatisfied horny weekend alone. Her nipples grew erect as she pictured her and Fred in bed. She'd felt guilty after the last poker game and had paid her husband back by blowing him. She found she actually liked having a penis in her mouth since Dick Long had made her blow him. "Who was the other man?" she suddenly blurted out.
"What man?" asked Frank.
"The other man at the poker game," she replied wishing she had kept her mouth shut. "The one who jerked off on me."
"Guilty," said Amos raising his hand.
Amber looked at him, but didn't see the old black man. Instead, she saw a big brown cock head staring at her, swollen and angry. Semen spitted out from the head and splattered on her face before she took it in her mouth swallowing several mouthfuls of his warm seed. "Why?"
"Why'd I jerk off on you?" Amos laughed. "How could I not? That was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Trust me, these old farts," He pointed at Frank and Walker, "probably jerked off the second they got home."
Amber saw Walker nod in agreement, though Frank's face remained blank. "I didn't get a good view, but you appeared quite large." Amber realized at this point that she was quite d***k.
"Nearly a foot long." The smirk on Amos's face suggested that he was quite proud of it. "Ain't seen many bigger, but Long Dick's got me by another inch."
"How can they be so big?"
"It's a black thing," said Frank. "Mine's about a foot too, though I don't see it hard that often anymore. I wish I was seventy again."
"I guess I'm the baby at ten," said Walker, "But I'm told mine's the thickest anyone's ever seen."
"Jesus, I didn't know." Amber was staring at her cards, but not seeing anything as she pictured Dick and Amos's long black cocks again.
"I take it Fred don't measure up?" asked Amos.
Amber shook her head not wanting to answer out loud that her husband wasn't even half as long as any of theirs. "Do women have trouble taking something that big?"
"Not at all," said Amos.
"Most women cum like crazy stuffed with a big cock." Walker winked at her and licked his fat lips.
Amber felt uncomfortable again having the fat man ogling her. Looking at all the superior smirks on the black faces, made her decide to drop the conversation. "Back to the game. Oh crap, I'm out again." Amber held another good hand.
"Well, do you fold?" asked Walker, who was dealing.
"Would you guys be willing to spot me?"
"What's in it for us?"
Amber's mind flashed through her assets. She had some jewelry, but no cash. She needed to win her money back. The pot was pretty large, enough to keep her in the game. "I'm short twenty dollars. You guys like this bikini? How about I take the top off?"
"Not fair," grumbled Walker. "She should have been out a long time ago."
"It sounds like a good deal to me," smiled Amos looking at her body as she sat at the table.
"I'm inclined to agree with Walker," said Frank. "Of course, we have left Amber here in a bind without any money this weekend. I feel guilty not giving her a chance to win her money back." Frank nodded acknowledging Amber's grateful smile. "Let's compromise and let Amber stay in, but she has to take the entire bikini off."
"I can live with that," said Walker nodding.
"Alright, fine," said Amber. "It's a deal. I'm going upstairs to use the bathroom." Amber rose and felt all three sets of eyes on her ass as she walked away. She bent to pick her robe up, and headed upstairs. She returned shortly with the robe belted tightly around her waist. The three black men were sitting around the table expectantly looking at her. One had left the refrigerator door open. She gulped. "Ok boys, here it goes." She dropped the robe.
"Her fucking labs are sticking out."
"Look how faint her saucers are, but her nipples are bright pink.
Amber closed her legs. With her crotch shaved, her female parts tended to extend out. Her labia and clitoris leaned towards the large side. "Worth the money?" She almost laughed at the old men's reactions. She half expected Frank or Walker to have a heart attack. Previously, only her husband had seen her nude, but she no longer felt the least bit self-conscious standing nude before these men.
"Looks like I got here right on time," said Dick Long standing up as he shut the refrigerator door.
Amber stood still looking at the dripping wet black man. He was shirtless, his muscular chest glistened in the light. Her newly found exhibitionist streak disappeared and she threw one arm around her breasts and her other hand over her bare crotch. She turned and disappeared into the living room.
"Sorry Amber," called Frank, "he just showed up to play cards."
"Come back out and lets me see ya," yelled Dick. "It took me awhile to track the fellows down and I'm eager to play."
Fred pulled up in front of his house and parked at the curb. He sat in his car for close to twenty minutes listening to the rain pound on his roof. He was being foolish. He shouldn't have turned around and come home. Now he'd have to spend all those hours driving back to his conference in the rain. His house appeared dark except for the kitchen. He could see movement through the curtains. He decided to peak in and check on Amber before leaving again.
Fred stepped out of his car and opened his dark umbrella. As he approached his house, he thought he saw movement near the window. A dark figure appeared, staring in the kitchen window. Fred snuck closer and recognized Dick Long. That fucking black pervert is staring at my Amber, thought Fred. He looked around for a tree branch or anything he might use as a weapon just in case the guy was planning on doing more then just peeking. Dick seemed oblivious to the rain. Fred stood behind a tree for nearly fifteen minutes watching Dick. He thought he heard voices in the kitchen, but the rain made it too hard to tell for certain. Eventually, his side door opened and to Fred's surprise, old Frank Beane appeared in the doorway. Frank looked around, saw Dick and gestured for him to enter the house. As the black man disappeared inside, Fred stepped up to his window.
The black men were seated at his table playing cards. He watched Dick pulling off his wet shirt and toss it in the kitchen sink. Amos took out something from his pocket and passed it around the room to the other men. They looked like little blue pills. Each of the men swallowed one and chased it with a sip of beer. Amber appeared in a robe just as Fred had to bend down to wipe rain water from his eyes. He heard Amber let out a little scream and when he looked up, she was gone. Frank called to Amber in the living room. It sounded like he said, "If you don't come out you're gonna forfeit."
"Amber! What the fuck are you doing?" Fred whispered as his wife emerged from the living room. She was completely naked. The only thing on Amber's body was her wedding ring. She was holding a pillow across her chest covering her breasts and crotch.
"Now Amber honey, that wasn't part of the deal," said Walker.
Amber dropped the pillow and slid into her chair. She picked up her cards. Amber grinned and sat up straight which thrust her breasts out. She reached out and slid the chips towards her. She seemed cheered by winning the pot. Dick winked at her and sat a fresh beer in front of her. He took out a wad of cash and bought himself into the game.
It was obvious to Fred what was going on. The neighbors were taking advantage of Amber's gambling addiction and making her pay off her debts by stripping. If he let this proceed, he had no doubt they'd want more then just having her nude. Fred took out his cell and dialed her cell phone. It rang several times. There was no reaction from Amber. Stupid! Of course, her cell phone was probably with her clothes and she couldn't hear it. They hadn't bothered hooking up a land line.
Fred stood up straight. He should barge into his house and throw those black men out. Dick Long had his arms behind his head while Walker dealt the cards. Dick's muscles bulged out. His biceps were huge and it looked like his muscles had muscles on them. His dark black chest was flexed and Fred thought he could make out several scars crisscrossing the man's chest. His mind imagined Dick in a knife fight in prison. He probably kept a switch blade in his pocket. He remembered Amos's iron grip across his throat last week. Fred's knees went weak with fear. He couldn't take these men. He dropped to his knees in the wet grass and felt the rain rush over him as he shivered with fear and cowardice. He would have to trust his wife.
Fred kneeled for ten minutes before regaining the strength to rise to his feet. He stepped up to the window to watch. Sadly, it looked like Amber had lost much of the round she had previously won.
"I would take another blow job," growled Dick.
"I'm never doing that again," said Amber bravely staring him straight in the eyes.
"I thinks you was loving it in the end," said Dick winning the stare down as Amber looked away.
"Settle down," said Frank. "Amber doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do. Amber gave Frank another grateful smile. "I just happen to have some index cards in my pocket."
"Why do you have index cards in your pocket?" she asked.
"Memory's going so it helps to write things down." Frank opened the cards and passed them over to Amber. "You can use them as vouchers instead of money."
"What do you mean? I have nothing of value left and I'm not blowing that asshole again." Amber leered at Dick as the big black man snorted, but smiled a gap-toothed grin.
"I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to do. I was thinking maybe a hand job."
"What's a hand job?"
"You'd jerk one of us off," said Frank.
"I can't do that!"
"It's not like it's cheating or anything. No big deal really. Look, I'm just giving you a chance to win your money back."
"So, I'd just use my hands to get one of you off?"
"We needs some rules," said Walker. "Like what's the money value of a hand job?
"How about fifty dollars?" asked Amber.
"I wouldn't pay that much," grunted Walker.
"Ten sounds better," said Frank and when Amber looked about to object he added, "take it or leave it."
"We can't let her use all the cards either. There's like fifty in the pack. If she writes hand job on each card, that's like three hundred dollars," said Walker.
"Five hundred, dumb ass. Alright then," said Frank. "We set a maximum of four cards then. One for each male. Deal."
"Deal," said the other three black men.
"Deal," said Amber reluctantly. She was short twenty dollars, so she wrote 'hand job' on two of the cards and put them in the pot. The black men seemed to eye the cards greedily, but when it was all over, Amber had won the pot. She slid the poker chips and the cards over in front of her. She thought about tearing the cards up now that she had some money, but Frank was already dealing.