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Moving is a lot of hard work. You know the drill. We had painted every room. Then, Jean picked out curtains and drapes. Finally, we moved our belonging in. All that time I was working full time as a CPA with the firm of Good, Johnson, and Robenstien. That's me, the Robenstien partner.
I had taken the transfer to Raleigh because my wife was bored to death in Roanoke. I'm a hang around the house kind of guy. Not Jean. She loves to shop with her gal friends. She likes to party too. From what I've heard, she always had two or three guys on the string in high school and college. It's no wonder. She is a tall, lovely brunette with exceptionally large, beautifully formed breasts. Her hair hangs eight inches below her neck. She is just lovely.
Is she perfect? Hardly. She loves to spend money. She drinks more then I would like. I've mentioned it a few times. Each time we end up in an argument, or she storms out. When she returns, she will be really soused. So, I have just shut up. The upside of her drinking is that when she is gunned, she gets horny and wants me to play, "ride-me-cowboy."
Some people must wonder, I'm sure, why she married me? I'm Jewish. She is a Baptist. To be frank, we had dated just over two months, when she informed me that she was pregnant. I'm from money, so I have a red Corvette, large boat, and make big money myself. She claimed that her pregnancy was an accident. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn't? Anyway we have been hitched for seven years.
After our son started daycare, Jean got a job as a liaison person for Meehan Exporters. I don't really understand what she or they do, but from what she has said, they make a ton of money doing it. They must. They started her at thirty-five thousand, with a company car, which isn't too shabby. It is a baby Benz. Whatever she is doing is all right with me. I have never seen her so happy. I do piss and moan that she has to work some nights, and weekends. Can't say too much. I have to work some evenings and weekends too. We both love to make money.
On a Wednesday, she phoned me at work. "Milton, Diane Ducharne, one of the other liaison persons, has requested that I fly with her to Atlanta to meet with several Japanese buyers, who are in Atlanta for a convention."
"When will you be back?"
"Not until Saturday afternoon."
"Will Mrs. White take care of Robby while you are gone?"
"Yes, She will drop him off at the house Saturday at noon."
"Okay, have a good time. Watch out for those Japanese men? I hear that they have the hots for tall Caucasian women with large boobs."
"Milton, they will probably be little old men wearing pin stripped suits. I'll probably be a head taller than they are?"
Back at Meehan Exporters, Diane was speaking to Frank Meehan.
"I have asked Jean to accompany me to Atlanta. Are you sure that you want me to go through with this?"
"You know that I do. Mr. Tamoso and Mr. Hittoso, and their party, have been with you several times. They want a new plaything. When I hired that prostitute, who posed as a housewife, they were on to it right away. They were so pissed that we almost lost their business. They want a housewife, with large tits and a fur-covered pussy, which has hardly been used, for their little bondage games. Those Asians sure do love to fuck a drunk or drugged, tied up women. Christ, I'd love to see Jean with her tits bound, a ball gage in her mouth, spread eagle on a bed as those little fuckers have at her."
"Frank, I have told you that Japanese men are no longer little fuckers. Some of those guys are six foot, weigh over two hundred pounds and are very well hung. We may very well lose Jean as an employee after this, I hope you realize?"
"Diane, the private investigator's report that we got about her, before we hired her, stated that she has a drinking problem. It went on to say that an informant in the Roanoke police department said that several times officers have observed her go into a motel with different men that she has picked up at a local lounge. There is no indication that her husband has any idea about any of this."
"Frank, Jean has told me that she has had a few affairs. I asked her, "How did you husband handle that?"
Jean said, "Milton is so overworked with his CPA clients that he just nods okay when I tell him that I am to go out. I think sometimes that he wants peace and quiet so he can work at home."
"I suggest that you tell our friends to act very formal while they ply Jean with some strong drinks. Then, when you think the time is right add some "Love" in her drink. By the time she is aware again, they will have her all tied up. Have our friends tell her that she agreed to have fun with them. When you see her later, you tell her that she sure was having a good time with our friends. And that you were surprised that she agreed to go play with them."
"How long will they play with her, do you think?"
"No idea? Certainly, it will be all night. How many played with you last March?" "I'm not sure. Part of the time I was blindfolded. At least six. I better get going. Jean and I will be on the Delta flight 1400, 2:45 PM shuttle.
After Diane had left, Frank placed a phone call to Mr. Tamoso filling him on all the details. He then faxed a picture of Jean to him.
Jean was home packing. Her phone rang. "Hello, Jean Robenstien."
"Jeannie, it's me. If it's okay with you, I'd like to come visit."
Jean thought for a minute. She and her younger sister were buddies. Tricia was a menopause baby, which explains why Jean is nineteen years older than Tricia, who is thirteen. You would never tell her age by looking at her. Like most girls, she has reached her full height at age thirteen. She is tall like Jean, at five feet, eleven inches. She and Jean both have our mothers bust, a full D cup.
Impulsively, Jean said, "Tricia, how would you like a little adventure. I am going to Atlanta on Delta Flight 1400, which originates in Richmond at 1:45 PM. You can make it. I know that there are seats available. We will be returning on Saturday."
"Oh, wow, that sounds super. Thanks, Sis. I'll tell Mom, and have her drive me to the airport."
Jean did not tell Diane, until they were about to sit down on the airplane, that she was bringing her sister. Even then, she did not reveal Tricia's age.
Diane thought. Damn it, what to hell will I do to get the sister out of the way. Well, hell, I might as well put some "Love" in her drink too. That would give our Japanese friends two sweet things to play with.
Mr. Tomoso, and his partner, Mr. Hittoso, had been in Atlanta for three days. The business that Meehan Exporters knew about was just a front. In behalf of their government, they traveled the world buying oil from exporters who had under-the-table deals, with Saudi Sheiks, that allowed them to buy oil for as much as eight dollars below the world price. In Atlanta, they were working through a middleman by the name of Benny Palmer.
Benny is a piece of work. He is a handsome, tall, black man from a wealth Durham, North Carolina family, whose daddy owns three car dealerships, and an Exxon dealership. It was through Exxon that he had made the contacts that he had. He was the member of a secret group known as, "The White Mice."
His cut of the deal that he was putting together with Tamoso and Hittoso would be fifty-grand. Not bad for a few phone calls?
As Delta Flight 1400 was on the way to Atlanta, he was in Mr. Tamoso's hotel room.
Mr. Tamoso wanted to cultivate his relationship with Benny, so he said, "Tonight, we will have a woman available to us to use as we see fit. It would be my honor to give her to you for the evening, after she is properly restrained."
Benny got a quizzical look on his face. Thinking fast, he remembered that his buddy Gene Dumas, and four of his pals had invited him to Gene's house. They had planned on going out on the town, but what the hell; a little gangbang might be a lot of fun. He asked, "Is this woman a prostitute?"
Mr. Tomoso stiffened. "It is an unsuspecting housewife, we have been told, and who drinks too much, and thereby can be controlled and used for your satisfaction."
"Is this a white woman?"
"Yes, a lovely beautiful flower with large bosoms. She has only been with child once. Here is her picture. Have I not accurately described the woman for you?"
Benny, who is usually Mr. Cool, expelled his breath. "Wow, she is some looker. How will you get her under control?"
"She is traveling with a woman who will see to it that she drinks and is given something that will make her very easy to direct."
"Can you have her brought to 15789 Eagle Way, on the West side of Atlanta?"
"Certainly."
"Mr. Tamoso, if this works out as I think it will, one of the men that will be with me tonight can get you all the crude that you want at our agreed upon price."
Mr. Tamoso just smiled.
Gene Dumas was another extremely wealthy, young, black man, whose father owned South Star tankers that flew the flag of Aruba. With the right money under the table, he could arrange almost anything. Benny would do anything to keep in tight with Gene.
Diane got a surprise when she went to Mr. Tamoso's room. She was told that this Jean would be transported to another location when the time was ripe, and that Mr. Hittoso and he would expect that Diane would present herself for their use after this Jean woman had left.
Jean asked, "how many men will you have visit your room tonight?"
Mr. Tamoso countered her question by saying; "My associates are looking forward to being with you."
"Mr. Tamoso, Jean has invited her sister to join us. I have no choice but to give her some "Love" also. What will you do with her?"
"That is splendid, my Dear. I am using this Jean as a gift to a person who can be very beneficial to my company. I'm sure that adding another attractive woman for his use will endear him to me. How do you say it? He will owe me?"
There was no mention to Diane that the man or men who would have Jean were black. Her cover story to Jean that Jean had been friendly with the Japanese, and had gone with them willingly, was shot.
Diane did not realize that Tricia was underage to be in the Hotel Astor's lounge. Jean had carefully applied her cosmetics so that she appeared much older then she was. Diane, whose mind was wrestling with her own predicament, paid little attention to Tricia.
Diane had quietly paid the bartender one hundred dollars to arrange for all the drinks served to the two women with her to be one hundred fifty proof. By the time that the two Japanese men joined them, both Jean and Tricia were gunned. Ten minutes after "Love:" was added to their drinks, the men announced that they were to take a ride.
By the time that they arrived at 15789 Eagle Way, Jean and Tricia were sitting with their mouths open, and had a silly smile on their faces.
Before the party got to the front door, Gene opened it. All went downstairs to an enormous den. Mr. Matoso ordered Diane, "Take Jean to the end of the hall. Make her comfortable."
In the bedroom, Jean was rocking back and forth, unaware that Diane was undressing her. Her arms were stretched and secured so that she was on her back in the center of the bed. Her legs were tied so that she could not close them, but they could be raised so that a man could drive all that he is into her unguarded pussy. Diane knew that the men would enjoy fondling her beautiful breasts.
Diane looked around. All the furnishings were top of the line. Soft classical music was piped into each room. She laughed thinking of Jean listening to Mozart while the man or men played with her. She had only seen one black man. He was impressive, she concluded. She thought that he is about thirty-eight, tall, lean, wearing fine clothes with lots of gold.
Mr. Tamoso, following Gene, guided Tricia to a bedroom at the other end of the spacious home. Gene eyed her. He caught Mr. Tamoso's eye. Jerking his thumb at Tricia, he asked, "How old?"
To Mr. Tamoso, Caucasian women all looked the same, so he said, "My friend, her sister allowed her to consume alcoholic drinks at the Astor, so she must be of age. You American are so hung up about age. In my country, it is common to arrange for wealthy men to deflower very young girls. For a heft price, of course."
Both men had been busy removing Tricia's clothes and tying her to the bed.
When Gene saw her virgin looking body, with the firm, large breasts, as well as her untrimmed cuntal brush, he let out a low whistle. Tricia was watching the men with a crocked smile on her face. Benny pulled her legs apart and gently probed between her cuntal lips. Instantly, he realized that she had to be a virgin. He also realized that if Mr. Tamoso knew that, that she would never have been brought her for the use of he and his friends, so he lied. "She has been well fucked," he said as Mr. Tamoso walked out of the room.
Soon, Diane was in the back seat of Mr. Tamoso's limo being driven to her fate. Mr. Tamoso smiled as he said, "Diane, it is time for you to get on your knees and pleasure me."
She saw that his cock was exposed. When she was in position, he pushed down on the back of her head so that her face was in the hair at the base of his cock, his cock filling her mouth. She wished that she had drunk more. When she had swallowed his cum, she drank some "Love." By the time that she was tied to his bed, and was surrounded by seven of his associates, she did not care. "Fuck me," she whispered.
Gene went upstairs, where his friends waited in the den. "You guys are going to have a time tonight," he said with a deep chuckle.
He walked them all to Jean's room. "Here, you guys start with her. There is another one. After I get her loosened up, I come get some of you to have a turn with her."
None of them were paying the least bit of attention to what Gene was saying. They were all talking at once as they took off their clothes. "Holy shit, Gene. She is beautiful. Look at that body? What a great set of knockers?"
Gene said, "Here is a deck of cards. Each guy draw one. High card goes first."
Gene turned up the classical music. The "Grand Canyon" suite was playing. Nothing like the theme song of the "Lone Ranger" being played as he enjoyed a virgin.
He entered the room that Tricia was in. After locking the door, he disrobed. He ran his fingers up and down his thick, seven-inch cock. Certainly, it was nothing that would scare the average woman. He was proud of it. The last white woman that he had fucked was a divorced gal, who had never had children. She had told him that she loved his thickness in her. All he had to do is phone her. She would meet him, just to fuck him. The last time she was over, he invited two of his friends to stop by. By the time they snuck into the house, he was stroking his cock into her the second time.
They said, "gee, baby, you are really hot, how about sharing some of that with us?"
Gene had whispered to her, "You will really enjoy it."
She opened both arms wide as she spread her legs to accept the next black cock, which was much larger than Gene's. She had not said a word as she locked her legs just above his ass as he pumped into her.
Now, Gene was between Tricia's legs, with his tongue lapping up and down her tiny slit. She was squirming from the strange new sensations, yet still unaware of what was to come next. Still the naïve girl.
A black finger felt for her opening. Slowly Gene ran his index finger in her. There was no opening past the lips as one would find in an older woman who has given birth. He turned his hand over so that he could finger her "G" spot, with his very long fingers. Her hips begin to undulate. Gene sucked the nipple of her tit, as he picked up the speed of her first finger fucking.
Tricia started to moan, as her twat was raised. Gene smiled. It was time to mount her. He was glad that he had thought about setting up his video camera.
His brown body eased forward, as his chest lowered to her. When he was comfortable, he reached under the cheeks of her as to use both hands to separate her cunt lips. The fat head of his cock would not catch on her hole, so he felt for it with his finger. Finding the right spot, he started to push.
Tricia's moans got louder as the end of his cock slipped past the tight ring guarding her tender insides. He raised himself to look at her face. The look on her face told him that her mind was trying to sort out where she was and what was happening to her. He pushed in deeper. More moaning.
He drove his ass forward, burying himself to the hilt. "Ooohhooo," she wailed.
Gene smiled. She knows that I'm in her. She may not know how she got here, but she knows that she is being fucked.
He had been patient enough. He allowed his thick cock to enjoy itself, as he swung his ass up and down, and side to side in the classic screwing motion that he knew a woman liked.
Lucid now, Tricia asked, "What are you doing to me?"
"Making you a woman, when a woman has what you have, with beautiful tits, and a tight cunt, it is time for her to become a woman. How does this feel?"
There was no answer, only a continued moaning as Gene's cock probed her insides, finally to erupt and fill her with his hot sperm. She was not on the pill.
A few minutes later, Gene was hard again. This time his tight hard ass threw his cock into Tricia, hard and fast for twenty minutes. When he was about to cum, he felt her pussy grab his cock, again and again. She juiced up, and her body stiffened. There was no need to say anything. Tricia had just had her first cock-induced orgasm. It was a moment that she would remember all her life. She didn't like it that she was tied, nor that this was a stranger fucking her. But, she was in wonder of the feeling she had just experienced that had been given to her by this nice smelling, good looking, black man.
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