Chapter 1

‘TGIF’ thought Heather Mercer. Heather was a teacher and her daily week was filled with eighth and ninth graders teenagers, who were packed with hormones. Weekends were the only real time that she was free. She hoped her husband, Jerry, would remember this was supposed to be their date night. Jerry had been a mortgage broker when she met him, three years earlier. Her continuing education seminar had been at the same convention center where he was trying to become a financial planner. Sparks had flown and as they blew on those sparks they found they lived in the same town. The budding relationship had continued and within three months they were married. Now, at age twenty-six, Heather felt like she and her husband were quite successful. She drove a Lexus, for example, and she had been hinting to Jerry she was ready for the next step – children. She wasn’t worried, exactly, but Jerry hadn’t been displaying the eagerness to make love that he had in the past. He’d need to be eager if they were going to get pregnant.

Part of the flames that grew from their initial meeting was that Heather had a history of falling for older men. Jerry was thirty-three and seemed urbane and worldly to her. In college she had fallen for a professor, who gave her the stability and maturity she craved in her sex life. That sex life had been tumultuous because Heather came from a small town, where her graduation class numbered sixteen people. She was an eye-catchingly beautiful young woman then, and when she got to college where new friends taught her how to dress and apply makeup, she was sought after by many young men. Those relationships were never fruitful, in terms of making her feel loved. An older man recognized that in her and became the anchor in her life that got him laid regularly, until she graduated.

Since then Heather had kept in shape. She ran twenty-five miles a week and watched what she ate. Jerry had salivated when he first saw her in the hotel bar and when she slept with him he thought he’d reached Nirvana. He loved nothing more than wallowing on her big, soft breasts while he lunged into her. She was very forgiving when he got there before she did and became worthless before she had an orgasm. He was lucky that she had oral orgasms easily, whether he sucked her clit or her nipples. He assumed such orgasms were sufficient to satisfy her fully. If she had pinched him off a few times when his climax started, and made him have a dry orgasm, he might have understood how pathetic her sex life was.

She didn’t compare him to Professor Sparks, who was forty-nine when he started banging her like a drum. The differences between their ages and personalities were too great. She kept hoping Jerry would calm down and lengthen their lovemaking sessions. She didn’t understand that the way she carried herself, the mass of golden hair that fell to her shoulder blades when it was down, and her happy, healthy persona made her a sex bomb that made Jerry’s balls explode. It probably always would if he didn’t begin to pay attention to his wife’s needs. There were things going on in his life, however, that distracted him from making love with his wife.

She was a popular teacher at Hoisington Junior High, where young men dreamed of seeing her naked and young women ached to be and look like her. Her co-workers respected her, though she produced a lot of erections among the men, including the administrative staff. She taught ninth grade science and eight grade English, and her kids all looked forward to her classes.

Jerry’s job, which involved dealing with other people’s money, gave him important contacts in the community. As such, he and Heather had many social opportunities to interact with some very well-placed people. Tonight, for date night, Heather wanted to go to a party they had been invited to by the man who owned three car dealerships in town, including the one where she bought her Lexus.

Heather glanced at her watch. If was after 6 P.M. and Jerry was not home yet.

‘Another late night,’ Heather thought to herself. There had been a lot of late nights, recently. “He needs to start leaving work on time!” she said, aloud.

She looked at herself in the full length mirror on the outside of the master bath door. She saw a five foot seven inch tall woman with her hair in a bun and her breasts flattened by a sports bra under the conservative blouse that was typical of her school “uniform.” Her skirt fell three inches below her knees and she had on two inch black flats. She didn’t need or wear panty hose. Her legs looked fabulous naked.

She took off the blouse and skirt and looked in the mirror again, turning this way and that. Her butt was round but not huge. Her boobs had been too big even when she was fifteen. She had thought of getting a reduction but Jerry begged her not to. Her waist was thin and her tummy flat with just the barest hint of the six pack muscles she kept toned by doing a hundred sit-ups every night before she went to bed.

She pulled off the tight sports bra that tamed her breasts during the school day and shimmied out of the blue lace panties she’d worn that day. Her fluffy blond pubes sprang out as if happy to be released. Her legs were still smooth from the shaving she’d given them two days before. She reached up to loosen her hair and her breasts lifted. They were big, but firm. Gravity was making it difficult (ok, impossible) to pass a pencil test but they certainly didn’t sag. Her bubblegum pink nipples were always perked up and tonight was no exception. She had fairly large areolas, but they were so pale one couldn’t see them unless they were less than two feet away.

She selected a black lace thong and wiggled into it. The dress she was going to wear tonight was daring, because it had practically no back to it and she couldn’t wear a bra with it. It had stiff panels in it to cup her breasts, but she would have to stay away from trampolines and mosh pits for the night. She grinned at the thought of either of those being present at the kickoff gala where the host would announce the winner of this year’s college scholarship, sponsored by Chambers Auto Group.

When she got the dress on and looked herself over she licked her finger and hissed when she touched her ass. Then she grinned and went to sit at her vanity and tame her hair. She was thinking French Braid, tonight.

She had just put a clip on the bottom of her braid when she heard Jerry come through the front door.

“Jeeze, I need a beer,” he complained, loudly.

Heather ran downstairs and whirled in front of him.

“What do you think?” she asked, excitedly.

“Take it off and I’ll show you what I think,” he said, grinning. “You didn’t have to get dressed up to make me horny, Babe.”

“We have Phil Chambers’s scholarship gala tonight,” she said. “Did you forget?”

He slumped.

“I don’t want to go to some boring dinner. Let’s stay home and play housewife and pool boy instead.”

“We are going to the gala!” she said, sternly. “You’re going to have me on your arm and men will offer you wheelbarrows full of money to invest for them.”

“If they offer me wheelbarrows full of money, they’ll expect more than just an investment,” he said. “They’ll want a little piece of you.”

Had he known how prophetic his comment would turn out, he wouldn’t have said it.

They were ready to go and actually walking toward the front door when there was a loud thumping on that door. The thumping was strong enough that a little crystal horse sitting in the china cabinet moved a fraction of an inch across the glass surface it sat on.

The thumping came again before they could respond. It sounded urgent, like the police or firemen might do to get a homeowner out of a burning house.

Jerry opened the door, but it was neither the police nor firemen. Instead it was three large African American men who looked scary despite the fact they were dressed in suits, with ties.

“Hi, Jerry,” said one of the men. Heather looked at her husband and saw all the color drain from his face. The man looked at Heather and his eyes devoured her so strongly her knees felt weak. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your wife?”

Jerry, instead of introducing her, backed up, leaving her closer to the men than he was. It was a cowardly move and all three men recognized that. The apparent spokesman sneered.

“Hello, Jerry’s wife. My name is Bob Alveezo and I am a businessman in Hoisington. These are my associates, Chuck and Tony.” He indicated who was Chuck and who was Tony. When Heather looked at Chuck’s face her knees stiffened, but her heart dropped. He looked as mean as a junk yard dog. Tony’s face had a bland look and she thought “professional football player” before she looked back at Bob.

“I’m Heather,” she said. “What do you want?”

“Have a seat, Jerry, you too, Heather,” Bob said with a familiarity that made Heather even more uncomfortable.

“What’s going on?” Heather asked Jerry. She looked back at Bob. “What do you want?”

“Just shut up, Heather,” Jerry barked.

Heather was shocked. In all their time together Jerry had never spoken to her in such a tone.

“What do we want?” said Bob, quizzically. “Well, you see, Heather, your husband borrowed a substantial sum of money from me and he was supposed to pay it back three weeks ago. Each week he has given me some excuse and assured me he’ll pay, and I gave him an extension, but now my patience has worn thin. I’m here for my money, Heather. That’s what’s going on.”

Heather blinked and turned to look at her husband.

“Jerry?” she said, unable to think of anything more specific. “How much money?”

“Three hundred thousand dollars, plus interest,” said Bob when Jerry didn’t answer.

“That can’t be right,” said Heather, immediately. She was convinced in her heart of hearts that this was some kind of mistake.

“I lost it,” Jerry replied and dropped his head.

“What?” yipped Heather, her voice shocked. “You mean it’s true? What the hell, Jerry? I want to know what’s going on! Who are these men, Jerry?” Heather demanded.

Jerry just shook his head and moaned. In his job at the money management company, he had come by information on what he thought was a business venture with sure-thing returns. With a substantial investment, it looked like he could garner enough to retire five years earlier than his current plans. He had borrowed the money from the only “enterprise” that would give him that much and the whole venture had tanked. He had lost it all. So had half a dozen customers whose money he also invested in the startup.

Heather sank back on the couch in shock. Jerry started to plead with Bob to give him more time. Bob was not interested and turned to Tony and Chuck and instructed them to take Jerry for a little ride.

“Please, no, there must be something I can do,” Jerry begged.

One of the other black men spoke softly into Bob’s ear.

Heather continued to sit silently stunned. She did not notice the look Bob was giving her. However, Jerry did notice.

“We’ll do anything,” Jerry offered, his voice sniveling. “Anything at all!”

Heather didn’t notice his use of “We” in his pledge.

However Bob did. And, to be honest, Bob Alveezo had many business interests, and had already noticed that Heather would fit perfectly into one of them. Before this, if he’d approached her to work for him, she’d have slapped him. Now, she had no choice, if she didn’t want her husband dead. He hoped she didn’t want her husband dead.

Not yet, anyway.

“Well, there might be some ways you could work off some of the money, but your wife would have to agree to work also,” Bob countered.

Jerry turned to Heather and saw the tears in her eyes. Heather looked at Jerry, then back at Bob. Without asking what the work would be, Heather nodded in agreement.

“Alright, you will both start tonight, working at my club across town,” Bob explained. “Jerry, can you bartend?”

“I can learn,” he said eagerly.

“There may be other things I need you to do, things I need you to deliver or pick up.”

Jerry nodded. “Okay. Sure!”

Bob looked at Heather.

“You have the looks. Can you dance?”

“Dance?” she repeated.

Bob explained that the club was a strip club and that Heather would be expected to work as a stripper. Heather jumped up.

“What? A stripper? I can’t do that! I’m a school teacher!”

“Well, I’m hot for teacher,” said Bob, casually, “so I know other men will be, too. That can be your stage name, if you want Hot Teacher.”

“No way!” she barked.

Jerry jumped up and took Heather by the arm, pulling her to one side. He explained in a hoarse whisper that Bob was known to do serious, permanent damage to people who could not repay their loan. He begged Heather to go along telling her that she would be on the other side of town and no one would ever know.

“You’ve stripped for me,” he whispered. “It will be strangers you’ll probably never see again. Come on. You can do this, please,” Jerry whispered.

Heather was hurt. Tears started to flow again.

“I can’t do it. I can’t even believe you’d ask me to do it, Jerry,” Heather replied.

Bob heard Heather’s refusal as he stood up.

“Too late, the deal has already been made. Chuck, you and Tony take him for that ride and I’ll audition her.”

Jerry was hustled out of the house, leaving Bob standing over Heather.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whined.

“That’s the furthest thing from my mind,” he said. “I want you to like working for me. Once this little thing with your husband is taken care of I can make you a very wealthy woman, Heather.”

She did not respond.

Bob just stood there, looking at her. He said nothing until she got nervous.

“I don’t want to do this,” she said.

“I know you don’t,” he said. “And you don’t have to. “I’ll be happy to send your husband to a fight cage to get beaten to death while I bet on the outcome. It’s your choice.”

“No it’s not. That’s no choice,” she said. “How could we possibly pay you back that much money by working for you at a strip club?”

“There are other things you can do to make extra money,” said Bob. “I know for a fact men will pay big for private dances with a woman who looks like you, and even bigger if you let them get touchy-feely during such dances.”

Heather looked shocked.

“I’m no fucking whore!” she snarled.

“Good,” said Bob. “That’s the kind of spirit I like. Okay, you won’t have to have sex with anybody other than me. How’s that?”

“Have sex with you?” she squealed. “Not in a million years!”

“We’ll see. Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“Heather, do you have three hundred and fifty thousand dollars laying around?”

“I thought you said it was three hundred thousand,” she said.

“I mentioned interest.”

“You know I don’t,” she barked.

“Then take off your clothes. I want to see what’s going to make me happy tonight.”

“No! You want to rape me!”

“Fight cage?” he said. “Or I could sell his organs. That would satisfy the debt. Do you want me to do that? You wouldn’t have to let me touch you.”

“You’d kill him over three hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” she cried.

“No. I’d have his organs harvested to pay me back. If, in the process, he died, well, that’s just a sad by product of his very poor business acumen. What remains to be determined is what kind of business acumen you have.”

Her heart sank. She knew, deep in her bones, that he would follow through on his threat. If she didn’t submit, Jerry would die. How could this have happened to her? All she did was teach teenagers information most of them wouldn’t remember in six months. She had never had a really wild sex life. Professor Sparks hadn’t wanted more than routine missionary sex, which had been good enough that she didn’t want to get adventurous with him. It was true that she had role-played being a stripper for Jerry, but that was just for fun. And now this huge black man said she had to have sex with him?!

“I’m no good at this,” she said.

“You don’t need to be right now,” he said. “We can teach you to dance. In fact, I’m going to give you your first lesson right now. Watch my face and eyes as you get naked for me.”

Had her history with sex been less ... exploratory, the way her brain processed all this would have been different. The average woman would have shut down, or screamed, begging and pleading, possibly becoming catatonic. His attitude wasn’t threatening – towards her. She had known this man literally less than ten minutes, but she knew, deep down, that he would kill Jerry if he didn’t get what he wanted. She expected him to be violent with her, too, but he wasn’t. If anything he displayed a patience that was puzzling. She knew what he wanted. She was used to that. Men undressed her with their eyes all the time. This was like no man she’d ever met in her life, though. What she felt in herself now was not curiosity. It was resignation. The resignation kept her from panicking. Slowly, she began taking off the clothes she’d put on for her husband.

And she saw what he meant immediately. She saw appreciation in his eyes when she began stripping. When she got down to her thong, holding her hands over her nipples, she saw raw lust. It shocked her.

“Look at the front of my pants,” he said. “You’re even better than I thought.”

Her eyes dropped and she gasped. The front of his pants looked like somebody had stuck part of a broomstick in them.

“You’re turning me on,” he said. “And you’re not even naked, yet. You’re a natural. Keep going.”

“If keep going I’ll be naked,” she moaned.

“That’s the whole point,” he said.

She had to move her hands to remove her thong and when she did she was shocked again at the look on his face. Jerry had never had that look on his face – ever! When she stood up from removing the skimpy, black wisp of cloth, he hummed.

“I knew you’d be a knockout. You’re a natural blond, too, though we’ll have to get rid of the pubic hair. It’s gorgeous, but customers want to see a bare camel toe.”

“I can’t shave there,” she gasped. “I don’t even know how.”

“I do,” he said. “Let’s go get what we need.”

Heather’s mind was in a whirl. He had made her get a new razor, some scissors, and Jerry’s shaving cream. They walked around the house with her stark naked but she had so much on her mind she didn’t really notice that. Once they had the materials he had specified, he asked where the master shower was. She took him to the big walk-in shower Jerry had so lovingly installed. It was big enough for four.

There was a seat in one corner and Bob told her to sit there. Then he started taking off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” asked Heather, fearfully.

“I’m going to shave you while the shower is going and I don’t want to get my clothes wet,” he said.

When he stood up from pushing his pants down Heather gasped. His black penis was erect and it looked huge. Well, huge compared to Jerry. It was thicker than Jerry’s, too, and uncircumcised. Heather had never seen one with the skin still on the tip. All her previous lovers had been cut as babies. They had all looked different in small ways. This one looked different in very big ways. The memory of Professor Sparks was dim, except she remembered thinking he was big, too. She was younger, then, though, so maybe this was all a figment of her imagination.

She didn’t want this one in her, either, so maybe that had something to do with how intimidating it looked.

“Spread your legs for me,” Bob’s voice rumbled.

“I don’t want to,” she moaned.

“That will change,” he said.

“Why?”

“You’ll find out after I shave you. Now spread your legs.”

Slowly Heather let her knees drift apart. She covered her pudendum with her hands as her legs spread. Bob moved her hand and, with a calmness that startled her, clipped her blond curlies short. She felt like she was in another dimension, peeking into this one as she watched his dark fingers operate the silver scissors and her hairs fell away in small bunches.

He turned on the water and turned the lever that sent the water to a hand wand on the end of a hose. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her sex, again, and he aimed the water at her hands as he pushed her knees as far apart as he could get them.

“Ohhhhh,” whined Heather, who was embarrassed for this black man to see her sexual core naked. Others had seen her that way and they had been strangers, at first. Why, then did she feel so exposed, now?

For Heather the next ten minutes were like being struck by lightning. He squirted shaving cream on her and rubbed it in vigorously. Completely unprepared for the streaks of pleasure her clit sent her brain, she groaned and then yipped as one of his long fingers slid into her pussy. Her whole body went stiff as she felt a kind of paralysis prevent her from fighting him. He put one thumb on her clit and basically massaged it while he pulled the razor through her stubble. She was horrified by the fact that what he was doing felt good, and yet she didn’t want him doing it. She was on the verge of having an orgasm when he pulled his finger out of her and lifted his thumb. Heather was panting, now and her eyes were wild.

“There,” said Bob, leaning back to admire her now bald pussy. “Now you look good enough to eat.”

Then he rinsed off the remaining shaving cream, leaned forward, and pressed his face into her newly-shaved puss.

Jerry had licked her before, but he didn’t find her clit and suck it. Nor did he run a finger in and out of her, moving the slick tip to her anus and pressing there, which caused her to jerk and her back to arch in an attempt to get away from the pressure. Her mind was screaming that she didn’t want this but the nerves in her body didn’t care. He knew what to touch and how to touch it and her body reacted automatically. The paralysis abated and she leaned back against the corner as her legs began moving. The heel of her left foot landed on his back and pressed there. Her voice produced sounds that weren’t words. She was shocked at how powerfully good this felt, even though it was a total stranger doing it to her, and a black man at that! She knew she was being raped, but she didn’t feel like she was being raped. The poor teacher was already in over her basically innocent head.

The orgasm arrived without warning. It could only have been classified as massive, because it froze her lungs and stiffened all her muscles for a good ten seconds. Then she wailed as everything unfroze and the incredible sensations washed through her body.

While she was in the middle of that orgasm, he rose up, kneeling between her legs, which put his long prick at the same level as her pussy. He fisted it, kneed forward, and pressed the tip between her bald lips. Heather watched this but couldn’t react. Bob gripped her hips and looked at her.

“I was right. Your pussy is delicious and a lot of fun to eat.” His hands clenched on her hips. “I bet it will be great to fuck, too,” he said.

Then he pulled and her slick ass slid on the seat as her forward movement impaled her on three fifths of his prick.

She screamed, but it was mostly fear, embarrassment, and an inability to adapt to the situation she was in. She looked with horror at the black sapling protruding from her pussy and she felt how stretched she was inside. It was only when Bob pulled his hips back, dragging most of his penis out of her, and then shoved it back in that Heather realized there was no actual pain. She felt stretched, yes. He felt big, yes. But women’s vaginas are built to accommodate any size penis. What a big one like Bob’s does is scrape the sensitive walls of the vagina, stimulating the millions of nerves there, which send pleasure signals to the brain. Now she sobbed, but it was sobs of embarrassment as she felt another orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. She was afraid this one would make her unconscious. At the same time she hoped she would lose consciousness so she didn’t have to cope with this.

She got a reprieve when Bob just pulled out. She watched more and more and still more appear and she was astonished that it had been inside her.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” he said, standing. He offered his hand and she took it automatically. Then he led her out of the shower and, ignoring the towels, to her bedroom and her marriage bed.

He didn’t say anything. He simply lifted her by the waist and laid her on the bed as if she weighed ten pounds. When he crawled onto the bed her legs spread of their own volition. Heather tried to close them, but his knees were in the way. He crawled up until the tip of his heavy penis touched her pussy again. He was so tall that his neck was over her face. She was also unprepared for being kissed by big, warm, soft lips that moved much more than Jerry’s did. He kept them there for fifteen or twenty seconds and then lifted them to move them to her nipples, which were turgid and ultra-sensitive.

“Aaaeeee!” she whined as streaks of pleasure shot to her pussy. She wanted him to keep doing that forever and she was disgusted that she felt that way. He switched nipples and some kind of survival instinct kicked in, convincing her to stop fighting and just roll with it. She panted, “Don’t stop! Keep doing that. It’s going to make me cum and I want to cum!” Immediately she hated having said that, but the waves of pleasure were stronger than her will to resist.

He let her cum, kissed her three or four times, and then stared into her eyes.

“Put me in,” he said, softly.

“I can’t,” she whined.

“It’s already been in you,” he said. “Just put it in and I’ll rock your world.”

“I don’t want to cheat on my husband,” she groaned.

“Your husband is the reason I’m telling you to put it in,” he said.

He kept staring.

“Go on,” he urged, softly. “Put your hand on it. You’ll be playing with it a lot from now on, but for now, put me in.”

“This is rape,” she whined.

“Maybe, but you’ll get used to it. All the others did. None of them turn me away, now.”

“Then go do this to one of them.”

“Sweetheart, you are so many levels above any of my other women that I still can’t believe I found you. Now, put me in.”

He felt the tentative grip of her thumb and two fingers on his cock. He moved and she aimed it. When it parted her pussy lips he just slid it in until only an inch was left outside of her. She groaned, but bucked her hips up at him, instead of trying to get away.

“You’re killing me,” she gasped.

“I promise never to fuck you to death,” he said, as he pulled out and slid back in.

He established a leisurely in and out that was just movement. There was nothing rough about it. In fact it was almost gentle. The nerve cells in Heather’s pussy got lovingly stroked in a way that produced an orgasm, but one she could feel coming and get ready for. When it got there it was like warm honey, spilling all over her.

“I hate you,” she sobbed.

“Go ahead and cum,” said Bob. “Get used to it, because you’re going to cum a lot on my cock.”

Three more of those orgasms later she no longer sobbed. She could feel the difference between her first and this one. The first few he gave her were wild, unpredictable and uncontrolled. Now, though, her pussy rippled all around his cock and she groaned with the joy she couldn’t resist. She had never cum like this with Jerry. She had never had an orgasm with Jerry that was even close to what this hated strange man was making her feel. Her mind still rebelled, but her body got used to the long, thick, orgasm-delivering penis she was being fucked with.

He stopped, suddenly, with as much of it in as he’d been able to prod her with. She looked at his face and his eyes were wide.

“What are you doing?” she panted.

“Trying not to cum,” he said. “You have a very talented pussy, Mrs. Mercer.”

“You already raped me,” she said, her voice low. “Please don’t cum in me. Jerry and I are trying to have a baby and I’m not on birth control.”

“Nobody will cum in you bareback,” he said, pushing and making the tip of his prick push the back of her vagina and stretch her cervix, “with one exception.”

“You mean Jerry?” she asked, hopefully.

“Okay, two exceptions. Jerry can continue to try making a baby with you.”

“Thank you,” she huffed. “I can’t believe I’m thanking my rapist.”

“Remember why you’re here,” said Bob. “You’re here to help repay a substantial amount of money owed to us by your husband. Dancing alone would probably let you pay that debt in as little as four years. I’m not going to touch your teaching pay. But I seriously doubt you want to have to endure this,” he pulled out and pushed back in, stretching her cervix again, “for four years. And you will be enduring this. I may let select clientele fuck you, occasionally, but I will fuck you often. You are the perfect woman for me. You’re feisty, gorgeous, tight around my prick...” He wiggled his hips back and forth as he pushed and the little squirt of semen he’d put on her cervix allowed the eye of his cock to seal against the little mouth to her baby chamber. His desire to get deeper conflicted with the size of her vagina and she felt pain.

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