The Unwanted Houseguest Rebooted 8

Chapter 8 Who’s That Knocking at My Back Door

Beth was humming happily as she buzzed around the kitchen. Titus was off somewhere doing errands which bothered her to no end. For the third time that day, she took her phone out and checked his online folder. There were no new porn videos posted since he’d agree to be with Beth exclusively three weeks ago and no new clips of Beth either. Nor had there been. It looked like he was keeping his promise.

The last three weeks had been amazing, the best of her life. David had spent maybe ten nights at home the whole time, but except for Sundays, he’d worked every day. The rest of the time he was away on overnight trips. This was fine with Beth as Titus had fucked her every single day, coming into her room as soon as David left for work in the morning. When David wasn’t home, Titus would wake her when he got home from the bar around 3:00 am and they would fuck until dawn. One time they almost got caught when David came home in the middle of the night just as Titus was filling her pussy up. Titus slipped into his room as David was coming up the stairs. Her husband got into bed beside her, leaned over and kissed her before climbing on top of her. Beth pushed him off when his little penis slipped loosely around in the sloppy mess his half-brother had deposited inside her. She apologized telling him her period must have started while she was sleeping. That got her out of sex with him for a week.

It wasn’t just the sex either. Beth quickly found herself enjoying spending time with him. Titus knew how to enjoy life and was just plain fun. He took her to Haulover Park which was the only legal nude beach in Miami. They sunbathed and snorkeled nude. Her tan lines faded so that her entire body was golden. They went on an airboat ride through the Everglades on her suggestion. Something David had never shown interest in, but Titus thought sounded like fun. Their mornings would start with a blow job then turn into Beth riding his still hard cock. They would shower together before riding off to rent jet skis, visit the zoo, swim with dolphins at the Seaquarium or visit Coral Castle down in Homestead. Otherwise, they spent their afternoons relaxing at poolside tiki bars or having lunch at bayside marina bars.

She couldn’t wait for Titus to get home. She planned on falling to her knees and sucking his big cock the second he walked in the door. She bent over and opened the oven door to check on dinner.

“Good God! What are you wearing?”

Beth jumped, standing up straight. She forced a smile on her face and turned to face her husband.

David’s briefcase dropped to the floor. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes were frozen on her stomach.

“I thought you’d like it.” She held her hands over her stomach, framing her spade piercing.

“It’s just like Ashely’s.”

“I noticed how much you liked hers on New Year’s. Consider it a Valentine’s present. I know how much you like navel piercings.”

“And the outfit?”

“Oh, this?” Beth spun around. David may have ruined her plans with Titus, but the awe in his eyes had her smiling naturally. “Since I quit the diner, I felt I needed to start working out.” Beth was barefoot and wearing new yoga pants that hugged her fit shapely calves, thighs, and hugged the counters of her perfectly shaped ass. Her top was a crossback sports bra that struggled to contain her bosom. It left her sexy stomach bare and displayed her new belly button piercing.

David stepped forward, closer to her. “Upstairs now!” he ordered, sounding surprisingly manly.

Beth raised her eyebrows in surprise and cocked her head. David looked anxious for a moment, his wife was not someone that liked being bossed around by men, but her half smile relaxed him. “No time. Dinner’s almost ready. But…” She fell to her knees and fumbled with his belt. He groaned as she reached into his pants and pulled his dick out. This wasn’t the big black cock, she’d been craving, but since Titus hadn’t given her permission to fuck her husband, she figured she just quickly suck him off.

“Oh god,” he moaned as her lips engulfed the head of his penis, easily taking him all the way into her mouth. “You’re..uh..the…um...best wife…unh unh… intheworld!” His penis twitched sending a tea spoon’s worth of semen at her uvula.

Beth clamped her lips down over the root and sucked upwards. David’s little penis jerked again, shooting several drops across the back of her tongue. She immediately regretted it. His runny semen tasted horrible. She gagged a little, pulling her head all the way back, draining the last drops of sperm from his shaft. Beth pulled back wiping her mouth, a look of distaste written on her face.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. “I should have warned you.”

“It’s fine,” she sighed, walking to the table and taking a sip from a glass of wine that she’d been drinking. She was going to miss having the taste of a real man in her mouth when Titus left. Was a blow job even cheating? She suddenly pictured the Bull Pen bulletin board in her mind. All those black cocks offering themselves up to be sucked. She remembered holding Da’rion’s stinky cock in her hands, so big, so close to Titus’ ebony perfection. Beth licked her lips then came to her senses. She couldn’t believe she was considering sucking an unwashed ghetto nigger’s cock. She wanted to do more than just suck it. Stop it, Beth.

“You alright?”

“Yeah fine,” she said.

“Shit,” said David. “Titus just pulled up. There goes our reunion.”

“’ Sup Bro,” said Titus walking in the door. “How’s tax season treating you?”

“Keeping me busy. Haven’t told Beth yet, but I gotta hit the road tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she sighed, making a sad face. “Just a couple more months to go I guess.”

Titus sniffed the air. “I see you finally domesticated your wife. Something smells good.”

“Be nice Titus,” said David, glancing nervously at Beth, but she was bent over displaying her magnificent ass in the yoga pants as she took a roast chicken out of the oven. “It’s a nice surprise. Especially given that she wasn’t even sure I was going to make it home tonight.”

“Well, it smells great.”

“There’s enough for you too, Titus,” said Beth.

Titus rubbed his hands together. “Winner, winner chicken dinner.”

David was surprised but shrugged it off. Beth was making the best out of the final days of having his obnoxious brother as a houseguest. David was crossing his fingers hoping that it would be years before either of them ever saw the arrogant black man again.

“Get me a beer,” said Titus.

David was surprised again to see his wife go over to the refrigerator and get a beer for her brother-in-law. She held a second one up for David and he nodded. David watched for the next few minutes as Beth opened the two beers, setting them down before the brothers before bringing the food out to the table without asking for help. He had no idea what had come over her but decided that he liked it. Seeing her dressing sexier and quite frankly happy and pleasant was a welcome change to the bitchy wife he was used to. Maybe, it wasn’t just Titus getting out of their hair that had her happy? Maybe, she just hated the diner so much, she was happier, and now that she was unemployed, she’d decided to step up with her housewife duties. Whatever, he wasn’t complaining.

Dinner was fantastic consisting of the roast chicken, carrots, and a baked potato. Titus being the large lusty man that he was consumed the most. Beth jumped up and got him another beer as soon as she noticed he was empty.

“That was delicious, honey,” said David sitting back.

“Yeah, Beth. If you kept feeding me like that, maybe I’d stick around longer,” said Titus.

David looked alarmed for a minute, but Titus expression showed that he was kidding. Even Beth had a wry grin on her face that told him she wasn’t worried he was serious. She started clearing the table. “I’ll clean up,” said David. “Then we’ll watch a movie.”

She smiled at him. “I’ll go get changed then,” she said.

“As far as I’m concerned you can wear that outfit all the time,” said David.

Titus stood. “I think I’ll get changed too and go for a run.”

David started clearing the table while his wife and brother headed upstairs.

**********

“Sorry, I didn’t think he’d be home,” said Beth, falling to her knees and fumbling with Titus’ pants button. “I’ve been wanting this all day.” She pulled out the plump black cock, watching it swell and harden in her hand before planting her lips over the head.

“Better hurry,” groaned Titus, planting one hand on her head, guiding her up and down his cock.

“Mmmphh!” she agreed, sucking for all she was worth. Still, Titus didn’t cum easily or quickly and

getting him off speedily wasn’t an easy proposition. They probably had around a half hour before David finished with the dishes. She got him off in twenty minutes.

Beth didn’t want to have to explain why she had sperm all over her face, so she let him pump the first big loads down her throat before pulling back, so he could fill her mouth. It was a little disappointing as his first loads tasted the best. If David hadn’t come home, she would have let him fill her mouth several times before spraying the rest all over her face. The taste of a real man’s seed was better than anything she could have cooked up in the kitchen.

Beth kissed his spent cock before standing up and licking her lips. “What if he wants sex?” Though if David could get it up again after blowing him earlier, she’d be surprised.

“Go ahead,” said Titus after a moment’s thought.

“You don’t mind?”

“It’s good to remind you of his shortcomings.”

**********

David expected to be disappointed when Beth came downstairs. He wasn’t. Her usual movie watching attire consisted of sweats. It was their usual ritual to sit beside each other while he rubbed and scratched her back while they watched television. It was a small intimacy they shared. He didn’t mind. He liked touching her bare back and it was one of the few times, she’d go braless.

“Gawd damn,” he stuttered, watching her come down the stairs.

“You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Not at all.” His eyes swept over her body. She was still wearing sweats, but of a much different variety. The sweat pants were gone replaced by drawstring pink shorts. Her top was also pink and essentially a halter top that somehow managed to cover her breasts which he noted happily were still swinging freely with some indentations where her nipples were. He suspected they’d pop out if she reached up for anything. He didn’t care how much these new outfits were costing him. Whatever the price, they were worth it. “Upstairs now,” he said again, pointing to the bedroom.

She laughed, and David felt a renewed love for his wife swelling his heart. He’d never seen her this happy. “I figured if you get the piercing, you shouldn’t dress to cover it up,” she said.

He stared at the black spade dangling under her navel. The lights made it glisten. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen on Beth, but it wasn’t the prettiest piercing being too dark with the gold Q in it. “Could I buy you a different one? Maybe a red heart for Valentine’s day or an actual diamond?”

“Hmm, I like this one, but I’ll think about it.”

The thought of going shopping for belly button piercings with his wife was sexy and astonishing to David. He looked up her belly and at her breasts, then her face. He frowned, concerned. “You feeling okay?”

“Great, why?”

“It’s just your cheeks are a little puffy.”

“Oh,” she said, startled. “I’m fine.”

“What do you want to watch?”

His wife startled him again when she replied. “You pick.”

Titus came downstairs just as Beth stepped off the bottom step. David gulped uncomfortably when he saw the massive tube-shaped bulge running down the thigh of the big black man’s tight biker shorts. He was wearing a tight white tee shirt with a black Superman S logo on it. The shirt hugged his heroically muscled chest. “Be right back,” he said, leaving.

He and Beth would probably be done the movie by the time “right back” was up. A run for Titus meant a two-mile jog to the park which had a fitness course. David had made the mistake of going with him once. He couldn’t handle running two miles there and back, so he rode his bike. Titus kept up with his bike, ran straight for the pushups bench, then the sit-ups bench, and finally the pull-ups bar. The ex-marine did about a hundred of each to David’s ten or so pushups and sit-ups. David’s arms couldn’t do one pull up. Titus wound down by doing some sort of martial arts forms. David got bored watching the black man and turned his bike around, peddling exhaustedly home. He was panting when he parked the bike in the garage and surprised to see Titus rapidly jogging up the drive behind him.

David didn’t want to test her too much, so he picked a movie they both liked. He sat beside her dutifully rubbing her back, shoulders and neck, the next two hours. Titus returned just when the credits started rolling, his mighty chest rising and falling, controlling his breathing, but he wasn’t panting. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it over the railing of the stairs. David couldn’t help staring enviously at the black man’s defined musculature now glistening with a sheen of sweat. Even his Titus’ hating wife was checking him out. Titus headed to the kitchen, forgoing a beer and throwing back a bottle of water. “Let’s head upstairs,” David whispered to his wife.

Beth glanced at Titus and nodded. He took her hand and led her upstairs. The next forty minutes were some of the best of their marriage. The main light was out, but Beth made no move to turn the nightstand light off as David sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms. He bent down and kissed her belly button, using his lips to move the chain holding the spade out of the way while his hands tugged her shorts down. He kissed up her stomach, raising her top up until her incredible breasts sprang free. He spent some time worshipping her breasts leaving one nipple wet and pointy before moving on to the next. She rubbed the back of his head while he sucked her hard nubs.

David’s hands slid down her waist, pushing her back and moving her around. He slipped off the bed as she fell back on the mattress. He kneeled, knowing he needed to show he appreciated her recent changes in behavior. David planted his lips on her pussy as she spread her legs for him. He licked her slit with a gusto, he’d never shown before, and it was amazing. He looked right up her body, the Q in the black spade drawing the focus of his eyes as it hung over the slight swell under her navel. He moved his eyes up watching her belly undulate, his hands sliding under her legs reaching up her body and pinching her nipples. Her pussy bucked on his tongue as she came. David was filled with pride, sliding his hands back down her body. He added two fingers to his tongue, slowing working them in and out. His other hand opened his pants and pulled out his penis. It usually couldn’t get hard again after he’d come only three hours ago when she sucked it, but this time it was eager, and a few tugs had it sticking straight out. Beth surprised him by cumming again as he fingered her. Two orgasms during one session almost never happened and he swelled with pride again.

David stood, and Beth made the mistake of sitting up to guide his penis inside her. As her hand closed around his hard five inches, his mind pictured the same loving hand stroking Titus’ unnatural black monstrosity. His prick lost some of its steel, but it was still hard enough to push inside her. Beth didn’t seem to mind. Her legs squeezed around him, tightly, trying to pull him deep, continuing to squeeze and pull him deeper even when he was fully penetrated. She raised her pussy into his shaft, grinding hard against it. She moaned, but he couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or frustration. It was too much for David. His semi-erect penis squirted a few drops of his seed inside his wife.

In his mind, he was spraying his cum deep fertilizing an egg. The reality was that he’d secretly been tested, and his semen would never get Beth pregnant. He’d been delighted when the doctor told him he had around three million sperm in a millimeter of his semen, but then the doctor had told him that 40 million to 300 million was the normal range. He suffered from oligospermia or a low sperm count. He hadn’t told his wife and felt guilty that Beth assumed she was the problem they’d never conceived as her mother had difficulty conceiving her.

He kept himself in her wonderful pussy for close to a minute. Her vagina was contracting downwards against his spent penis and when he finally pulled out, almost all his semen was on his penis anyway or on the lips of her vagina. So much for shooting it deep. Beth’s head was turned, and a tear was rolling down her cheek. “You okay?” he asked, concerned.

She looked up and smiled. “Yes honey, I’m crying because it felt so good.” She pulled him down to kiss her. “Get me a tissue,” she whispered.

David got up and went to the bathroom. At least the mess would be easy to clean up. He took her some toilet paper which she used to clean herself off before going to the bathroom herself.

David Shorthose had worn himself out. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed. Beth slid in next to him and the last thing he remembered was her staring at him as he fell asleep.

**********

Beth tried to be quiet as she left her sleeping husband. She felt another tear roll down her cheek. Things weren’t going back to normal when Titus left. She had needs now that a five-inch penis would never satisfy. Nude, she slipped out of her room, walking down the hall.

Titus was awake, laying on top the covers. He was nude, his plump cock hanging over his thigh. It started rising as she entered his room. How could two penises be so different? Erect, Titus was eight inches longer than his half-brother’s and nearly three times as thick. The big black cock had really opened her up and nothing shy of a real man’s cock would ever satisfy her again. She’d need to use the Bull Pen or borrow one of Ashley’s studs to keep her sexual frustration from driving her mad.

Titus held his cock up as she straddled him and raised herself up over the head. “Fuck me,” she moaned, sinking down over his shaft. “Fuck me.”

“I’m gonna fuck that white pussy good,” he said.

“YES! Fuck my white pussy with your big black cock. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” Beth rode him to a satisfying orgasm. This was a real orgasm, not a weak tease like she’d had with David going down on her. “Cumming,” she screamed. Another powerful orgasm rocked her body. She had six in total as she rode him over the next twenty minutes. Titus grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard into his lap as his cock erupted his first wad of voluminous seed into her womb.

Titus had been forced to take a DNA test in the Marines after impregnating a female officer. Titus got one look at the sexy doctor and insisted they use his semen for the test lying that a childhood illness had left him infertile. The female doctor had stared at the overflowing vial of semen and gave Titus a strange look when he told her he had to clean the rest up. She’d been overawed by the results of his semen analysis. Titus had 450 million sperm per ml. In a normal man that, much sperm might have resulted in overcrowding and inhibited pregnancy, but Titus’ semen volume matched his sperm count and his sperm’s motility rate was equally impressive. He acquiesced when she asked to examine his testicles. Her gloved hands spent a lot of time fondling his balls and squeezing his thick shaft. She stared cross-eyed down his hard shaft. She was still holding it when she unprofessionally asked him to meet her for a drink later. “Sure,” he answered, and she gave his hard cock a little squeeze before reluctantly releasing it. He knew what that meant.

Titus had the marine officer name their daughter, Hestia, while the doctor’s son would be called Prometheus.

Beth was cumming hard as she sat on Titus’ huge spurting cock as each of his big testicles emptied around 10ml of semen into her womb or about 4.5 billion sperm per testicle. Tonight, there was no pulling out to rain his hot seed all over her body. She sat firm, taking both ball’s worth of cum and close to 10 billion sperm inside her. More sperm then David had put inside her their entire marriage and what little of her husband’s sperm was left inside her was quickly overrun and wiped out by the invading hordes of black sperm.

“I love your cock,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm. Beth laid down on him, kissing his broad lips. No man could ever make her feel this good even though some on the Bull Pen board might come close. Beth ground herself into his spent cock. “Again?”

“Tomorrow,” said Titus, kissing her again. “I’ve got plans for us.”

Beth kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. “Tomorrow then,” she whispered, raising herself off his spent cock. Semen immediately began pouring out.

Titus handed her a wad of paper towels which she held between her legs as she ran to the hallway bathroom. She showered, expelling as much of his sperm as she could while washing her hair. Her womb still felt like it was sloshing from all the sperm trapped inside. She’d be leaking all night.

She dried herself, grabbing a pad to keep from leaving a mess in bed, pulling her panty back on when she got back to her bedroom.

Beth laid down in bed, startled to see David staring at her. “Where were you?”

“Um,” she hesitated. “I felt dirty and took a shower. I didn’t want to wake you, so I used the hall bath. What are you doing awake?”

“Fucking Titus,” he groaned, slipping towards her. “He was playing one of his porns with the volume turned too high. No decency whatsoever. Can’t wait for him to get out of here.”

“Me neither,” said Beth, turning away from her husband so that he could snuggle up behind her.

**********

Beth pulled her robe tighter as she walked down her driveway to her husband’s car. David tossed his suitcase in the trunk as she bent to pick up the newspaper at the end of the drive. “I’ll take it with me,” he said, taking the paper from her. He leaned in to kiss her goodbye. “Mmm,” he moaned, pulling her closer as they kissed. His hands fumbled with the belt on her robe.

Beth pulled back, slapping his hands away. “Naughty,” she scolded, tightening her robe.

David grinned. “Give me a little flash.” He nodded his chin down at her robe.

“No way Mr. Shorthose. The neighbors will see.” She winked at him as he frowned in disappointment. “All the flashes you want when you get home in a few days.”

David beamed. “I’ve never seen you this happy. Wish you’d quit the diner a long time ago.” He slipped into his car and waved as he backed down the driveway.

Beth turned and walked back to the front door just as Titus walked out. He wore his tight biker shorts, a white tank top, and shoes with no socks. Beth undid her robe and opened it for him. “You said you had plans for us?” She bunched up the robe and tossed it on the front steps.

“Yep,” he grunted, his eyes sweeping down her bikini-clad form. He tossed her a helmet as he straddled his bike.

“The Titan doesn’t want a little attention before we go?” she asked, reaching around to squeeze the front of his shorts.

He yanked her hand away before his erection could get too uncomfortable. “You be a good girl today and you can give it all the attention you want. Get on.”

Beth mounted the now familiar back of his bike seat and the motorcycle was soon roaring off.

Beth hugged him tight as they hit the interstate and took a turn off into Miami. The same exit she had taken for work at the diner for the last several years. She felt nervous, still not quite trusting him. Still, he hadn’t pulled out his camera since their agreement and he hadn’t added any new sex videos or pictures of women to his web site since he’d agreed to be faithful to her.

He parked the bike in an alley strangely close to the diner in downtown Miami. Titus got off and pulled a folded up black piece of cloth from his storage compartment. “Put this on,” he ordered.

Beth unfolded the cloth. It was a little black dress and by little, she meant little with a capital L. She wasn’t even quite sure where to start putting it on. Finally, she figured it out and stepped into the largest hole, pulling the thing up over her hips. Only that couldn’t be right for the hem barely covered the nub at the end of her crotch. Still, she slipped her arm into the smaller holes as Titus zipped it up in the back.

“I feel like a slut in this,” she complained, the dress feeling trashier then the tiny bikini even if it covered more skin. If she reached up, the hem would rise above her bikini bottom. There were rectangular strips cut out around her that ran across her stomach, a wider strip showing off her bellybutton and the piercing. Her upper back was bare exposing the tied bikini string with only her lower back covered, held together by a zipper that ran all the way down her ass crack. Not that her full breasts needed it, but the little black dress was so tight, it squeezed her boobs together and pushed them up so that they looked even larger. The dress material was glossy and shined in the light. “Where the hell in Miami is something like this appropriate?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” said Titus, reaching into his saddle bag. He pulled his hand out, two black high heeled shoes to match the dress, dangled from his fingers. “And it’s not that bad. Go clubbing in South Beach and most of the women are dressed like that.”

“Not this time of the morning.” Beth shrugged. She couldn’t argue with that. And a lot of women did the walk of shame the next morning wearing dresses like this. She took his arm and followed him down the street. She realized where they were going when they turned the corner.

Even though it was only around Noon, it was a Saturday and there was already a small line of men waiting to enter Temptations. The men were almost all white with half wearing expensive suits and the other half casually dressed. The doorman waved Titus on in.

“What time you on stage?” called a man.

“Looks like we picked the right fucking club, bro,” said another.

Beth ignored them and walked into feminist hell. A nude woman of Asian descent was dancing on a stage. She had a small body, fit and trim, with slim tear-drop breasts. All she wore was a garter with several bills stuffed in it. Beth found herself distracted by a topless waitress walking past. She carried a tray with a pitcher of beer over to a table where three businessmen were seated. There was also a topless bartender with breasts to rival her own, though their pronounced rigidness made her assume they were fake.

“Let’s grab a table.” Titus took her arm and led her to a round table with stools.

“We’re not staying long?” she asked, hopping up on the stool while trying to yank the hem of her dress down. “This place is horrible.”

“What’s wrong with it? Temptations is high class, a gentlemen’s club more than a nudie bar.”

“What’s the difference? All of them exploit women.”

“I don’t feel exploited,” said the topless waitress walking up smiling. “Can I get you anything?”

“Beer for me, dark, preferably German and a margarita on the rocks with salt for the lady,” said Titus.

“Be right back,” she replied, with a wink and openly ogling Titus.

“Little early for drinking,” complained Beth.

“It’s never too early to enjoy life, Beth.”

“Ju here for another threesome or a job interview or hopefully both, mi hermano?”

Beth crinkled her face at the sight of the nasty Cuban. “Esteban, my man,” said Titus, standing and slapping his hand into the Cuban’s. Beth had hoped never to see the nasty Cuban again, but now that she had, her mind could only picture his rampant brown cock as she came all over it. She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably.

The waitress returned, setting their drinks on the table. “On the house Rachel,” said Esteban. “And anything else these two would like.” Rachel nodded and went to her next table.

Beth took a sip of her margarita, eyes going wide over the strength of the tequila. Esteban sat down and slid an envelope over to Titus. “Your bonus, amigo. Zoe at your club is now working for me. She’s on now.”

Beth glanced at the stage. She wouldn’t have recognized the dancer except for the tattoos. Zoe was the beer girl with the butterfly fairy tattoos around her navel and the dragon on her arm. Several men headed to the stage waiting to tip as Zoe danced and began removing her bikini. She had a bit of a gimmick going. Zoe had fake pointy elf ears and a leafy green tiara around her head. They made her look like an elf maiden and went along with her fantasy tattoos.

Beth looked out at the crowd of men staring raptly as the top came off. Beth glanced back, staring at Zoe’s tits. She was leaning against the pole, thrusting her crotch out, slowly pulling the string at her hip. Several men waved bills as her shaved crotch appeared. Zoe had the head of a unicorn tattooed where her pubes should be. The clientele loved it, tossing bills onto the stage while some waited for her to come crawling to them.

“Demeaning,” grunted Beth, her eyes following the gyrations of Zoe’s hips. It was almost hypnotic. She pulled her eyes away, looking out at the crowd. All the men were watching Zoe except one. He was staring at Beth. Beth felt a shudder go through her at the intensity of his stare. He was the only other black man in the room. He was older, fifties maybe even sixties, black men hid their age well. He had a full head of salt and pepper dreadlocks, a hairstyle she found ridiculous, but they made him look distinguished. He was fifty feet away, but Beth felt the confidence and power exuding from the man. She knew his cock would be magnificent.

“Yo puta,” grunted Esteban snapping his fingers in front of her face. She tore her eyes off the older black man. “What did ju say?”

“Demeaning,” replied Beth. She took a sip of her drink. “These places are demeaning to women. They’re an insult to our dignity.” She threw back the strong margarita. Esteban nodded to the waitress to bring her another. “You’re exploiting women.” She glanced past the Cuban. The black man was still staring at her intensely. She looked back at Esteban.

 “Lap dance, sugar,” said a woman. It was the Asian dancer from earlier, nude but for a G-string. “Buy me a drink?”

“Not right now,” answered Titus.

“How ‘bout you, honey?”

Beth looked at her in surprise. “Uh, no thanks.”

“Tell me something Ming Li,” said Esteban, staring at Beth. “Am I exploiting you?”

“Of course, not Mr. Perez.” Ming Li looked surprised he’d even asked.

“Beth here thinks that these places are an insult to your dignity.”

“This job paid for my mother’s chemo,” answered Ming Li dismissively, before walking off to the next table.

The waitress came up with two more drinks. “Am I exploiting you, Marni?”

“Sorry, Jefe?” asked the waitress, looking confused.

“The lady here thinks I’m exploiting women.”

“Sorry, I studied feminist philosophy in college,” said Beth.

“I’m taking women’s studies in college too,” said Marni. “This job paid my tuition. Nude dancing taught me about my sexuality.”

“How can you be a feminist and do this?”

Marni grinned. “I’m taking down the patriarchy one lap dance at a time.” She winked, turned and walked away.

Beth snorted, looking indignant. She sipped from her margarita feeling the heat from the alcohol warm her. “Women are only forced into this because of society’s gender bias in wages. I protested one of your clubs in Lauderdale.”

Esteban curled up his lip Pacino style again. “One of dat bitch, Dykstra’s girls? No wonder ju so messed up. How ju know it’s so demeaning unless ju get up there and try for yourself?”

“Yeah Beth,” added Titus. “Even Gloria Steinem went undercover as a Playboy bunny before bitching about it.”

“Ms. Steinem also stated that all porn is a type of sexual slavery,” countered Beth.

“I’ll pay you one hundred dollars to get up there and dance a fifteen-minute set,” said Esteban.

Titus pulled another hundred-dollar bill out of the envelope Esteban had given him. “I’ll match it.”

Beth gulped, looking away. A blonde with pigtails and dark black glasses was dancing. She barely looked twenty. She was chewing gum and wore a blue checkered schoolgirl uniform with a white blouse. The crowd loved it as she started opening her shirt. Not all the bills being waved around were ones either. There were fives, tens, and even twenties in male hands.

“Girl with ju body, ju make mucho more den two hundred dollars up there,” said Esteban.

Beth found herself becoming aroused. She couldn’t tell if it was because she found the blonde school girl so attractive. She had perfect full C-cups and judging by the hardness on her nipples, she was enjoying putting on a performance for these men. Beth’s growing exhibitionist streak was telling her to do this. Could she? This was much more serious than walking down the beach topless.

Beth pulled her eyes away from the attractive blonde dancer. The dreadlocked black man was still staring at her. He raised his beer, saluting her. She half expected him to make a play for her any minute. He reminded her a lot like Titus, a real man, who would try to take something he wanted even if she were sitting with two men just like him. Beth pictured herself dancing nude before the dreadlocked stranger. “I’ll do it,” she said softly.

“Great,” said Esteban. “Just fifteen minutes. I won’t charge ju, but ju gotta sign some forms.”

“Charge me?”

“Dancers are classified as independent contractors and pay me for spots on stage along with 10% of their tips. Let’s go to my office.” He stood.

“They pay YOU to dance naked at your club?”

“Si. Lucky me. They make their money in tips.”

His office stank of cigar smoke and semen. It was messy and disorganized. There were pictures of Cuba with 1950s era cars parked on streets and a mini Cuban flag sticking out of a jar. He found three pieces a paper and stapled them. “Just sign the bottom of all three.”

“What am I signing?” she asked, glancing at the top paper.

“Mostly just for insurance. Ju agrees not to sue me if ju fall off the stage.”

Beth nodded. She took a pen and signed Beth Shorthose at the bottom of each paper.”

“Muy Bien,” he said, taking the papers. He lifted the first up, glancing at the signature on the second paper. It was a consent form allowing him to release the video he’d taken of her at the lagoon. Esteban smiled. The third paper was a consent form for all the private phone videos Titus had sold him the rights allowing Esteban to share them on his website. “Come on.” Esteban stood and left his office. Beth followed him behind the stage. Some other girls were sitting around a waiting area. “Lulu,” called Esteban and one of the girls looked up. “This is Beth. She thinks stripping is demeaning to women.” Some of the girls made faces or frowned at her. “But she wants to give it a try. Get her ready to go on stage in 30 minutes.”

“Si Jefe,” said Lulu with a wink at Beth.

The Cuban left and Lulu sat Beth down before a dressing room mirror. One of the girls was reading a comic book. She wore a short robe and had spiderweb tattoos fanning out from her eyes. She stood and dropped the robe. Beth gasped at the sight of her. The woman’s body was as voluptuous as Beth’s, but she was covered in tattoos. Her breasts were spider webs with her nipples as the center with another web centered on her bellybutton. Web strands connected her stomach art with the art on her breasts. Her crotch was shaved and tattooed with a black widow, hanging by a thread from the belly web. She reached down and picked up a spider-man mask, pulling it on over her face. The back of the mask was open and allowed her long raven dark hair hang out. She raised her hands and checked some apparatuses on them. Beth tried to make it out. They were toy web shooters with cans of silly string hooked up to them. She walked over to the stage rear entrance. The music ended, and a nude dancer came out while the spider-woman went out on stage. The nude girl pulled her money out of a garter. More was stuffed in one fist. She went through it quickly. “Who’s the new girl?”

“This is Beth,” said Lulu. “She just giving dancing a try.”

“Well, I hope you don’t like it. I don’t need the competition.” She walked up behind Beth, bending and reaching around her body. Beth jumped when hands closed on her breasts. “Fuck! These things are real.” She squeezed and kneaded them. Beth’s semi-hard nipples begin to puff all the way out. “Gurl, you’d make all the moneys.”

“Don’t worry,” said Beth. “It’s a onetime thing.”

“Beth thinks it’s demeaning to women, Missy.” Lulu giggled. She started brushing out Beth’s helmet matted and windswept hair with a brush.

Missy shrugged. “I thought that once.” Missy laughed. “But my ex-husband made me get a job here to pay off my credit card “addiction”. She used finger quotes when she said addiction. “Now he’s out of the picture and I’m financially independent.” Missy held up her wad of cash. “Two hundred bucks for fifteen minutes and I should be able to match that the next half hour working the customers.” Missy winked and left the waiting area heading nude out to the bar.

“That is a lot of money,” said Beth. That was a day’s tips for her at the diner on a weekend night.

“The money’s great,” said Lulu. She stooped and started applying some mascara. “You got great lashes, I think I’ll leave them alone. “But what’s really addictive is the attention you get being on stage. You feel like you’re being worshipped out there. It’ll teach you great people skills too and no offense honey, but you come off as a bit stuck-up.”

Beth snorted, pursing her lips while Lulu applied redder, more whorish lipstick. “I think I’m good,” said Beth.

“Give me your leg.” Beth stuck her leg out and Lulu pulled a heel off, so she could stretch a garter up to her thigh. Lulu stood up and examined her work. “Not bad,” she said. “Stand up. It’s almost time. Can you strip that dress off?”

“I think so,” replied Beth.

“Oh yeah. Take that pin out. It might intimidate the white men and they’re the ones gonna give you the most money.”

“It hasn’t healed yet.”

“Fine then.” Lulu cocked her head. “Song’s about over and then you’re up. Come on.” She led Beth to the rear entrance just as the song stopped. Spider-woman returned, carrying her mask which was filled with money. Her garter was also stuffed. Obviously, a very popular dancer. Lulu placed her hands on Beth’s shoulder. “Last bit of advice try to smile and act like you’re enjoying yourself,” she said, just before pushing her.

Beth stumbled onto the stage but caught herself. She stood up, frozen like a deer in the headlights. The men were shadowy in the audience. Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics started playing. Beth tried to force a smile but was too nervous. Think of something that makes you happy, she thought. The images that filled her mind surprised her. They were all of Titus. She was kissing him in the shower as he raised and lowered her over his cock. She was leaning forward, fully impaled, running her hands along his black chest. The smile spread across her face. She was laying back on the bed while his tongue probed deep inside her pussy. Beth strolled out on stage. She looked up Titus’ body while swallowing all the cum out of his spurting cock. So good! Smiling, she ran her hands through her hair as she strutted out to the pole. If she did a good job at this, he’d be very pleased with her.

There was applause and half the men in the club made their way to the stage to see the new girl. Beth made a rookie mistake when she kicked off her heels and went barefoot. The men watching didn’t mind and she wasn’t used to wearing heels anyway. Beth twirled around the pole. She stopped and laid her back on it, squatting and raising herself. Men had money in their hands but were holding back, waiting to see the goods.

She reached her hand behind her back for the zipper on the black dress, tossing her hair to “Sweet dreams are made of these.” They wanted to see her body. “Who am I to disagree?” she thought, along with the song. Her hand lowered the zipper and she let the dress fall forwards off her chest.

Some bills were tossed on stage. Beth wiggled the dress down over her hips and let it fall to her feet. Half the remaining men in the club made their way to the stage. She could see their hungry faces, lust filled, staring at her bikini-clad body. One man waved a five at her. She strolled to the end of the stage and squatted, holding the garter out so he could slip in. Other men held out bills. Crawling around for money was exactly what she despised about stripping, but it was the easiest way to accommodate all the bills being waved at her. She crawled along the edge, hands shoving money into her garter. It wasn’t all just ones either, there were fives and tens sticking out of the lace. She saw a twenty before her face.

“Let me untie the top,” pleaded the man with the twenty. He was tanned, old and chubby, a Florida retiree or snowbird from up North. Beth sat up and turned, lifting her hair up off her neck. She felt him pull the string. The twenty moved down, running along her back, and she felt a tug on the second knot. Beth pulled away and the man flung the twenty after her as the skimpy top fell to the stage floor.

Beth leaned against the pole, sliding along it, thrusting her crotch out to the beat. She knew the men could see the wet spot on the bottoms. “Poison” by Bel Biv Devoe came on. Beth started dancing faster. She was breathing heavily now. A lot of men were waving bills to get her attention.

“That girl is poison.”

She slowly moved around the pole, her eyes falling on the exotic looking Jamaican with the piercing eyes. “The bottoms,” he mouthed, nodding down to her crotch. Beth’s hands moved down to her hips and untied her panty just for him. He raised his hand up, a bill sticking out of the fist. She danced towards him and squatted, startled to see a zero after the five on the bill. “I want the first lap dance,” he whispered. She nodded as he put the fifty inside her garter, shivering when his skin touched her thigh.

More money, her garter was stuffed now. Beth danced and then the next song came on. She didn’t know it but found out later it was “Cookie” by R. Kelly. It was slower than Poison, but Beth tried to find a beat to move too.

“You gon’ wanna claim this dick, fuck with a nigga.

Come fuck with a nigga, come fuck with a nigga.

Beth looked out over the crowd and saw Titus, sitting with Estaban. She leaned against the pole, thrusting her hips out towards him with the beat. “Come fuck with a nigga.” Her hips thrust out picturing his cock entering her. Beth slid down the pole, sliding onto her back, her legs spread, her hips lifting to imaginary thrusts of her brother-in-law’s massive black cock. Men waved money, but her eyes were closed. Bills were thrown at her. Men could see the arousal running down her pussy lips, soaking between her thighs.

“Oreo, Oreo, like an Oreo.”

Beth rolled over and sat up, she held her hair up while she raised and lowered herself like she was riding Titus’ cock, all the time being pelted with wadded up bills.

“Your legs in the air and my hands all up in your cookie jar.”

She spun around on all fours, moving back and forth like she was getting fucked from behind. There were whistles and more money.

“You wonder how I’m the best and can do this with my mouth”

Beth ran her tongue against her lips. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked out over the men watching her. The men watched in awe as she sat back on her legs, arching her back, thrusting her magnificent breasts out as the hair fell over her eyes and the song stopped.

“Cookie Monster.”

There were whistles and applause. Beth flung her hair back and rose up off the stage, surrounded by a sea of green bills. She stood, looking down at her admirers and out over the crowd. Titus and Esteban were the only ones still seated at a table. Every male in the club was gathered around watching her dance. Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Her entire body glistened with a sexy sheen of perspiration that reflected the light and made her radiant. Some more bills were tossed her way.

“Let’s hear it for Bethany,” said the announcer.

One of the girls came out on stage as a new song started. She had a broom and pushed Beth’s money back towards the stage door. She glared at Beth motioning for Beth to leave as she started to dance. Beth looked out one last time over the crowd. They were still looking at her, not the new stripper. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to dance some more. The girl gave her a mean stare and Beth finally turned around grabbing her heels.

Beth rapidly picked the money off the rear of the stage, throwing it into her dress until she could just pick the dress up and hurried backstage.

“Damn girl, I’d hate to follow you,” said Lulu. “Poor Tris ain't gonna get half what she normally makes.”

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t be. Dump your money out and I’ll sort it out.”

Beth emptied her dress on the couch beside Lulu. The other stripper started straightening out the balls of money. Most were folded lengthwise. Beth shook her dress out, taking in all the money. Sure, most were singles, but there were larger bills too. “I see what you meant,” said Beth, stepping into her dress. “I felt like a goddess out there.”

“Told ya,” said Lulu, still straightening money. She looked up and saw Beth dressing. “Hold on there, honey. Now you gotta go work the room.”

“Work the room?”

“There are still men out there who want to give you money. Twenty for a lap dance. Make them think they’re special. Give em a little peck on the cheek when you’re done. Some will pay more for a private dance. It’s your call on whether or not they touch you, anywhere but your pussy. That’s off limits. No go. I’ll keep your money safe.”

“Naked?”

“Put your heels on. Bottoms if you want.”

Beth gulped as she slipped her feet into the heels. She was a little wobbly on heels, but she held her head high as she walked out onto the floor. Men waved or held up money to get her attention. She took in the room, her attention falling on the Jamaican as he stood and started walking towards her. “Yuh promised mi da first dance,” he reminded her.

Beth eyes rose up his chest and looked up into his dark piercing eyes, staring at her with an intensity she’d only felt from men like Titus. He had African dark skin but otherwise was very much like Titus in many ways. The same height and powerfully built, though Titus was bulkier with more defined musculature. Of course, the hair was much different. The Jamaican’s dreads fell past his shoulders halfway down his back. Mostly gray, but with some black, they gave him a distinguished look. She guessed he was mid-fifties, maybe sixty. He was older than her father and almost as old as her grandfather, but he was still one of the most attractive men, she’d ever met. “Sure honey,” she smiled, trying to act experienced. “Where to?”

“Tek mi to de private room.”

“Sure,” she said, looking around, confused.

Titus approached, a beer in his hand. “They’re back there, Beth.”

The Jamaican stared eye to eye with Titus. “Shi wid yuh?” He asked. Titus nodded. “You’re ah lucky mon.”

“The luckiest,” replied Titus. “Be sure and give her a good tip.” He gave Beth a light spank on the ass before turning to rejoin Esteban.

“Uh, this way sir,” said Beth, motioning him forward.

Beth looked left and right as she passed the stage. Men were staring at her. One reached over and stuck a ten in her garter. “The last of my cash,” he said, downing a beer and getting up to leave. His tie was loose and he looked drunk.

On her left, Spider-woman was grinding her ass into another man’s lap. The man barely looked old enough to be in here and he was wearing an Avengers Marvel tee shirt. He was staring at Spider-woman like she was his biggest fantasy come to life. She moved forward, turning around. She straddled his lap and leaned back. “Come on baby, shoot your sticky fluid all over me,” she purred. He shook a can of silly string and held it down to his crotch. Web-like strands shot out covering her from face to her navel. She rubbed the fluid into her tits and skin. “You came all over me, baby,” she moaned. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before standing.

The man gulped. “Again?” he asked, pulling another 20 out of his wallet.

Beth passed her as she straddled the man and started raising and lowering herself over a small tent in his shorts.

An over-muscled Neanderthal bouncer ogled her and nodded as they passed. The private room was private only so much as a curtain pulled across a doorway was private. There were five rooms. Two had closed curtains and people inside. Three were open. Beth led him to the back.

The Jamaican sat on a couch and pulled out a twenty for his pants. He leaned forwards and stuck it in her garter as Beth started dancing. “Can mi touch?” He asked. Beth nodded and stepped closer as he spread his legs. His large black hands reached out to her hips and ran up and down her waist. They were rough and calloused. She shuddered as they ran up further and then over to cup her breasts. “Fi yuh tits are perfect!” He squeezed and then pinched her nipples. Arousal practically squirted out of Beth’s pussy.

“Mi need ah taste.” His hands slid around her back and pulled her forwards as his lips clamped over one of her hard nipples. Beth almost orgasmed as her hard teet was sucked into his mouth, his wet tongue twirling around her hard nob. She wasn’t even sure if this was allowed.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, pulling back, his saliva spraying off her nipple as it sprang free. She was breathing heavily as she danced back and turned around, shaking her ass at him. She backed up and he pulled her down into his lap. He was hard and big. He reached around and played with her breasts as she ground down into his crotch, moaning as she felt his throbbing manhood under his thin trousers.

He stopped her and pushed her up. She started to turn, but he held her still and smacked her ass cheek, squeezing it after he hit it. “Shake dat ass,” he growled, smacking it again, hard enough to sting without causing real pain. He let go and Beth shook her ass, thrusting it back. “Bring it bak gyal.”

Beth moved back, leaning forwards as she gyrated her rear for this stranger. She tensed expecting another slap, but instead, she found her pussy lips spreading open around a very large object. She bent down further, looking between her legs. She could see his huge black shaft rising from his pants. His cock head pushed fully between her pussy lips. “Yeesss,” she moaned, wanting nothing more than to fully feel the huge cock inside her. She fucked the tip of his cock and was ready to take more when she heard a cough in the hallway.

The shadow of the bouncer passed over the curtain bringing her to her senses. Beth gave one last push down, taking another inch inside her before lifting herself up and off the huge horse cock. She turned around, still dancing and stared down at it while she ran her hands over her body. The Jamaicans cock was as big as Titus’ but hooded. It made the tip look even bigger and the man’s crown did look a little plumper. Around three inches where he had entered her was soaked with her arousal. Titus was dark skinned for having a white mother, but the Jamaican was pure black African stock. His cock was a coal black sable rod, powerful and steel hard.

“Suck mi cock gyal,” he ordered. His took the base of his cock and held it out for her, opening his legs, pulling the skin down so that his cock head emerged from the foreskin.

Beth’s eyes never left his cock as she fell to her knees. She inched forwards, bending down and planting a kiss over his long urethra. His testicles were still hidden inside his pants, but she knew they would be huge sperm-filled bull balls sized to match his rampant phallus. She licked around the crown, reaching out for the hem of his pants. He raised his hips so that she could pull them down further, never taking her lips off his cock. She reached up, feeling his nut sack. They were even heavier and bigger then she’d thought. Suddenly, she was a little nervous as she pictured the volume of cum testicles this big would produce. She couldn’t walk back out into the bar dripping with sperm.

Beth wasn’t about to stop though. She sucked the man’s huge cock as quickly as she could. Minutes ago, she’d felt like a goddess dancing and basking in the pure adulation coming from so many male eyes. Now, she was the worshipper, forever converted to the veneration of big black cock. She would kneel at the altar of black cocks, praising these mighty shafts for the rest of her life. His cock head slid past her tonsils, going deeper and deeper until she was kissing his pubes. The Jamaican placed his hand on her head, holding her still. “Yuh suck ah mean cock, gyal” he groaned. Beth fought back, and he released her head. She came up, gasping for air, jerking his cock off while catching her breath.

She sat up, inching forwards again and wrapped her breasts around his shaft, bouncing on her knees with her head bent down, licking the head each time it shot up out of her breasts. Impossibly, his cock was getting even harder and swelling up even larger. “Getting close, gyal,” he groaned.

Afraid he’d cover her in his seed, Beth released her breasts and planted her lips around his head. She grabbed his shaft, jerking him off with both hands. His cock jerked violently, hot seed exploding in her mouth, but she was ready for it. Beth gulped and gulped and gulped some more. Still, his cock kept convulsing, pumping wad after wad into her mouth. It was hard to keep up, but Beth didn’t want it to stop. His seed was delicious, better even then Titus’. The best thing she’d ever tasted.

The Jamaican stroked her hair as she came off his cock gasping. “Leave dat nigga and cum wid mi,” he grunted. “I'm guh fuck yuh aal night.”

Beth pushed herself up off her knees. She felt a little woozy and shook her head to clear it. “Sorry, I can’t,” she said, cupping her belly. His cock had fallen and was hanging over the couch. She’d thought she’d swallowed his whole load, but the thing was still dripping. “He.. he’s leaving soon. Do you live around here?”

The Jamaican laughed. He hefted his huge cock and shook it before shoving it back into his pants. “Nuh, mi travel around.”

Of course, he does, she thought. “Will you be here after Valentine’s day?”

“Nuh, sorry.” He grunted, standing and straightening his pants. “It’s now or neva.”

Beth was surprised she was even considering it. She was totally regretting not fucking him earlier, bouncer or no. “Sorry, but until he leaves, I belong to him.” Beth was more shocked by her words than her behavior. Women didn’t belong to men and she certainly didn’t belong to Titus. Again, she thought about leaving with the Jamaican. “I’d better get back out there.”

He pulled a folded wad of bills out of his wallet and pulled out a twenty. “Here’s fi yuh tip.”

Beth shook her head. “Keep it. If you pay me for sucking your cock, I’m no better than a whore.”

He shoved it into her garter anyway. “Nah fah sucking fi mi cock, fi de dance.”

Beth nodded. “Okay then.” He held his hand out. “What?”

“Yuh pay mi fuh sucking mi cock.”

Beth laughed and pulled the twenty out of her garter, returning it to him. He took it and spun her around, spanking her ass again. He guided her out the door by the shoulders. Beth walked out into the bar, men motioning impatiently to get her attention.

The next three lap dances were a struggle. Her stomach was sloshing with so much semen she felt she might get sick. It was hard to undulate her belly or even sway her hips without feeling like she might vomit. By the fourth, she was dancing sensually and doing her best to make her clients feel special. She lost count and track of the different men who wanted a lap dance. Dozens of hands ran all over her body, squeezing and feeling her tits and ass. Only one man pulled his cash back when he saw the spade pin in her belly, sneering as he walked away. The others didn’t care. Ten took her back to the private room, but only one pulled his penis out. She let him jerk off while she jiggled her breasts at him. He was an extremely good-looking white guy, but his penis strained to reach five inches and his total ejaculate wouldn’t have filled a spoon. She walked out noticing Titus was talking to the Jamaican. It seemed friendly and she started approaching but was pulled away for another lap dance. She ground her ass into the man, not giving it her full attention as she kept watching the two giant black men chatting amicably. Eventually, the Jamaican left and Titus rejoined Esteban. Beth was soon distracted by even more men waving her over.

The most memorable was when a black woman walked over to her and motioned for her to follow. The woman took her over to a wizened wheelchair-bound old man looking like he was pushing a hundred years old. He had an oxygen mask over his mouth and was grinning above it, eyes staring at her breasts. The black woman gave her fifty and Beth started dancing for the old man. The man reached out and it looked like he was going for her pussy, but the nurse helped him lift his hand up and place it on Beth’s breast. He squeezed and kneaded her breast, but there was little strength in his grip.

More men wanted dances, but Beth suddenly realized how exhausted she was. She’d been dancing non-stop for nearly two hours. She walked over to Titus. “Can we go?”

“Happy to, but the police might want you to get dressed first.”

Beth blushed remembering she was naked. She’d gotten so used to walking around nude, it had started feeling natural. “Duh! I’ll be right back.”

“Espera puta,” interrupted Esteban. “For a Benjamin, I get a lap dance too.”

“Fine,” she sighed. Beth lifted her hair up in her hands and started dancing before the Cuban. He ran his hands over her tits and down her waist. She found him vulgar and didn’t want to look at him any longer. She backed up and turned to wiggle her ass back at him while staring at the stripper on stage. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his lap. His hard cock pushed into her ass cheek reminding her of how big he was. He may be vulgar, but he was still a real man. She pushed down into his cock, grinding into it. She was a goddess! She could make any man erect! Here was the big cock that could take care of her needs when Titus left. No, not him. Not when there was a bulletin board filled with black bulls happy to fuck her.

Beth got off his lap strangely missing the feeling of his erection against her ass. She was exhausted, hot and thirsty. She had some drink left on her table and drained it. Esteban’s brown trousers were tented out and there were wet lip shaped marks running along it from her aroused pussy. She needed some cock and she needed it bad. She flashed Titus an angry look.

“What was that for?”

For turning me into a slut, asshole! “Nothing,” she said. “I just want to leave. I’ll be right back.”

“There’s always a place for ju at Temptations, Bethany,” called Esteban. “I’ll make ju a headliner.”

Beth passed Lulu who was grinding into a Hispanic man. “There’s an envelope for you on the makeup table,” she said, shaking her tits in the man’s face.

“Thanks,” replied Beth. She went backstage. Spider-woman was back on the couch reading her comic. She didn’t even look up. Another woman was applying lipstick. She had her hair in a bun, black glasses on her nose, and a shapeless gray dress that couldn’t hide a huge rack. She winked at Beth, holding her finger over her mouth, shushing her like a librarian. Beth saw her envelope and opened it. Lulu had straightened and sorted all her money, putting it in order from small bills to higher. Beth sat down, pulling the money out of her garter. There was $195 in the envelope. Not bad for fifteen minutes. Of course, fifty had come from the Jamaican with the coal black cock. She pulled out the money in her garter. There were 25 twenty-dollar bills. That meant she’d performed 25 lap dances plus the fifty from the old man in the wheelchair. There were 6 tens and 4 fives she’d gotten as bonus tips. She counted it out. $630 dollars from lap dances. Plus, her stripping money. That came to… $825! That wasn’t even including the $200 Esteban and Titus had agreed to pay her to give stripping a try.

“Holy shit!” Beth was stunned. She’d just made two or three weeks wages in tips at the diner in three hours.

“How much?” asked Lulu walking into the room, pulling her own wad of cash out of her garter.

“$800,” stuttered Beth.

“Fuck,” said Lulu, looking surprised.

Even Spider-woman had looked up from her comic impressed. “Leave any for me?” said the librarian woman at the makeup table.

“$130,” said Lulu, sifting through her lap dance money. “Five dances plus tips. How many lap dances did you do?”

“Twenty-six if I’m counting this right.”

“Wow!” said Spider-woman before burying her head back in her comic.

“Arachne is a top earner,” said Lulu. “And you just impressed her.”

“It is a good crowd. Tara Devine by the way.” The librarian reached out her hand.

“Beth,” she said, shaking it.

“You’d have made more tonight,” said Tara, working on her lashes. “That kind of money on a Saturday afternoon and Jefe Esteban would have you dancing prime time, sugar.”

“She’s right Beth,” said Lulu. “Esteban would turn you into a headline attraction. Men would come just to see you. Some girls do it, but…” She shrugged.

“But?”

“It usually involves adult videos and web site promotions. It increases your profile and gets the word out. He then sends you around to headline all his clubs. Money’s amazing, but I have a kid and I don’t want her to grow up with a porn star for a mother.”

But a stripper for a mother was okay? “I wouldn’t either,” agreed Beth, slipping into the dress. “Well, it was nice meeting you.” Beth slipped her feet into her heels. “But you won’t see me again.”

“At least tell me you’re glad you gave it a try?” said Lulu.

“It was educational,” answered Beth, diplomatically. “As I said earlier, I felt like a goddess dancing on stage with all those men staring at me. I could skip all those men pawing my body, but for that kind of money…”

“Paw away,” said Lulu.

“Bye,” said Beth. She walked back out into the bar.

“When you on again?” asked a man.

Beth ignored him and kept walking. “Can we get out of here?” she asked Titus.

Esteban looked her up and down. “Don’t forget, ju always have a job waiting for ju here. I’ll make ju a star.”

Beth sneered at him. “I’m never going to work for you and I’m certainly not going to make porns for you.”

“Pero ya tienes, puta” answered Esteban, smiling. “Bethany Beach Meets The Titan” sounded like a good title for a webpage featuring the cove movie and all of Titus’ clips with Beth. He could edit some down to gifs and start tweeting them out almost immediately.

Esteban Perez stared at Beth’s ass as she headed to the front door with Titus.

**********

Beth hugged the large black man’s chest as the motorcycle roared down I-95 until their exit. Titus parked his bike in their driveway some twenty minutes later. “You hungry?” he asked, setting his helmet on the motorcycle. Beth hung hers off the back.

Beth’s stomach felt completely satisfied with all the Jamaican’s seed. “Not for food,” she said, fumbling with his pants. Titus smirked. She hadn’t even looked around to see if the neighbors were around. “Only for this.” She stroked his swelling cock until it was hard enough to pull after her. Beth unlocked her house and pulled him inside, dragging him by his cock upstairs. Halfway up, he turned her around and threw her over his shoulders, carrying her to the second floor.

He entered the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Beth stood up and began dancing for him. His eyes stared at her body as the dress fell around her feet. Beth strutted in her heels behind him and hugged herself against his strong back. Her hands slipped under his shirt, running up his muscles. She kissed his neck as one hand slipped down and lightly caressed the large cock still hard and jutting out of his pants.

She released his cock and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it off over his head. She was still dancing, swaying her hips behind him, softly humming “Cookie” to herself. Her bikini top flopped over his shoulders. Titus pushed his pants down over his hips. Beth hugged him again. This time, he felt her bare breasts smashing into his back. Her nipples trailed down as she stooped, helping to pull his pants down his thighs and legs. Beth gently bit her teeth into his ass cheeks while pushing his pants down around his ankles. Titus stepped out of them and stepped forwards, spinning around. He sat on the bed and spread his legs.

Beth stared hungrily at the cock rearing up between her legs. She stepped forward and straddled him. His cock was too long for her to lower herself on. She embraced him, pressing his head into her tits, feeling his kisses on her breasts, moaning as one engorged nipple was sucked into his mouth. Beth had never felt this sexually charged before. She backed up, feeling his shaft sliding between her thighs, rising until her pussy lips were kissing the end, slowly opening around his giant cock head.

Beth groaned, sinking down onto the tip. She’d been hungry for this all day. She worked it in deeper until, she could step forwards again, raising and lowering herself over the shaft until eventually, she could sit in his lap. Beth kissed him before singing into his ear.

“You gon’ wanna claim this dick, fuck with a nigga.

Come fuck with a nigga, come fuck with a nigga.”

“You like it?” asked Titus.

“YYESSS!” she sighed sinking down, now fully impaled. “I mean no,” she said, eyes closed. She clamped her pussy muscles, squeezing every inch of Titus’ cock. “It’s in my head like an earworm.”

Titus took her chin and pulled her face to look at him. “It’s “Cookie” by R Kelly. I picked out your set.” He then cocked his head and kissed her, their tongues dancing. Beth shuddered, cumming all over his cock, gasping cries of pleasure into his mouth.

Titus kissed her nose and laid back on the bed. Beth leaned down, kissing his chest, biting his nipples until they were hard. His hands slid down her back and over her ass cheeks. Titus squeezed them tightly and pulled them apart. “Oreo, Oreo, like an Oreo,” he rapped.

“I wanna bite it, and get inside it,” she sang back. She felt the dildo slide down the crack of her ass until the head was pressing against her anus. “Mmm, good idea,” she moaned wiggling her ass while he held her spread open. The dildo was already lubed up and slick. Her anus began opening around it as it began applying pressure on her sphincter. “Wait?” she asked confused. “What?” The head pushed inside her, another pair of hands grabbing her waist, the second cock working its way deeper as she wiggled her ass.

“Orea, Oreo, like an Oreo,” grunted the man behind her. “Hole still gyal.”

Beth’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What’s going on?”

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy,” said Titus.

“An I guh fuck dat ass.” The Jamaican pushed his cock deep into her ass, forcing her down onto Titus' chest.

“Like an Oreo?” asked Beth, still in shock. The two black men chuckled. She felt like a complete whore taking two cocks, but they both felt wonderful.

“You know each other?” she asked.

“We go back a ways,” said Titus. “That’s Gus.”

“Afta dat blow job, mi just had to try out de rest of yuh.”

“Yeah slut,” grunted Titus. “I didn’t give you permission to go sucking on some island niggas’ dick.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t resist it.”

“Few women can,” said the Jamaican behind her. 

“He’s right,” laughed Titus. He grabbed her waist to adjust her some. He bucked his hips.

“UGH!” squealed Beth. “UGH!” Gus pushed forward as Titus withdrew. “UGH! UGH! UGH! OHGOD! CUMMING!” Beth shuddered, as her orgasm flooded Titus’ cock. Her ass clenched Gus’s cock so tightly, he couldn’t pull it out.

Beth froze gasping for air as the two men began pumping in and out of her again. These men were gods and their two giant cocks were overwhelming. She struggled to keep up with the constant thrusting. Suddenly, she was on stage again basking in the adulation of dozens of men. They held up money in the hands, offerings to their deity. For she was a goddess too and surely one goddess could handle two gods!

Beth started fucking back. Her pussy worked over Titus’ cock, muscles squeezing his shaft, milking upwards, trying to get his seed into her womb. She clenched and relaxed her sphincter each time Gus pushed his cock deep. “Come on,” she growled. “Fuck like a nigga. Fuck like a nigga. Give me your seed. Both of you. Come on fuck me! Fuck me like a nigger!”

Beth convulsed, cumming so hard, she was worried she might have peed on Titus’ cock. She came again, but she kept fucking them back. “Give me your seed!” she screamed out loud, cumming even harder. “Give me your…”

“FUCK!” grunted Titus, thrusting his cock up and holding it still. His hot cum exploded into her womb.

Tremors wracked Beth’s body as she came continuously. With each spasm of his cock, more seed flooded her womb and her orgasm grew. Just when she thought her orgasm couldn’t get any bigger, Gus shoved his cock deep, deeper then Titus had ever gone in her ass, and his seed filled her bowels. The orgasm shook her entire body and Beth collapsed onto Titus, Gus falling on top of her.

Beth truly felt like an oreo as she slowly came to her senses. Titus was breathing heavily underneath her and the older man on top was gasping for air. Their cocks were limp, but still inside her.

Gus slowly pulled his cock out unleashing the flood of semen from her bowels. Titus didn’t care for the waterfall of sperm striking his balls and began pushing Beth off him. His cock fell out, releasing a second torrent from her pussy. Beth weakly struggled to her feet and ran to the bathroom hunched over trying to keep all the black sperm from splattering her carpet.

Beth sat on the toilet leaning forwards using her muscles to release as much sperm as she could. Gus walked in, glanced down at her. He opened the glass shower and started urinating aiming his pee at the drain. “There’s another bathroom in the hall,” she said. He just nodded, shaking the last of his urine out of his long floppy cock. He left.

Beth stopped hearing semen striking the water in the toilet and flushed. She turned the shower on and hopped in, lathering her body with soap and scrubbing between her legs. She felt dirtier from having all the men touching her at Temptations then she did from having sex with two black men at the same time. Beth washed her hair and her entire body.

The shower door opened, and Titus joined her. He took her in his arms and kissed her. His cock swelled, slapping her belly as it struggled to grow and rise. He turned so that it could stick out. He took her cheeks in his hands, kissed her affectionately before his hands started pushing her down.

Beth fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked him. “Whose bigger do ya think?”

Beth looked up at him with his cock in her mouth. She pulled back. “You’re both pretty close.” She licked around the crown of his thirteen-inch shaft. “The hood makes the tip of his cock look bigger, but when you pull it down, your glans are about the same.”

“Whose do you like better?”

“Yours. This is my favorite cock in the whole world.” She kissed the tip. “My favorite thing in the whole world.”

“Seriously?”

“You got issues with this guy? Yes. I like your cock better. The cut look is much sexier. Your friend’s prick is blacker and scarier looking.”

“Good,” said Titus.

“Now shut up so I can suck my favorite cock off.”

Beth placed her hands on his meaty thighs and sucked his cock at a slow steady pace. His cock swelled and soon exploded down her throat. She pulled back, gulping, letting her mouth fill again so she could taste him. Beth’s had the sense to know she hadn’t digested all of Gus’ sperm yet and pulled back before her stomach got too full. Titus’ cum exploded on her face, jerking upwards and leaving a strand in her hair. She grabbed it, jerking it off so that he came all over her tits while she turned her face up to the shower stream.

He quit cumming and Beth kissed his cock head goodbye. Titus left and she stood rewashing her face, hair, and breasts. She stepped out of the shower, drying her body and hair. Then she brushed her hair out. She returned to the bedroom. Gus was laying nude on the bed. His blacker, scarier looking cock hanging over his thigh. “Where’s Titus?”

“Downstairs getting ah sammich.” He sat up and stood off the bed. “Get pon aal fours, gyal..I’m reddi to fuck yuh.”

Beth looked down at the huge blackest of black cocks as it began growing and lifting. Gus took it and shook the shaft, stroking himself to full erection. She climbed on the bed and braced herself as he stood behind her. She felt her pussy lips opening as the head pushed inside her. Beth moaned, already fucking him back as he worked to get more of his thirteen-inch shaft inside her. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

“You’ve taken to black cock well, gyal.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Cumming.”

“Yes, fi yuh pussy ah milking mi cock. Yuh want fi mi seed, gyal.”

“Oh yes! God yes! Seed my white pussy.” Beth shuddered, cumming hard.

“Yuh like ole Papa Gus’ cock, gyal?”

“I love it. I fucking love it. You fuck me so good, Gus.”

“Call mi Papa Gus.”

“Fuck me, Papa Gus. Fuck me.”

“Here comes fi mi seed.”

“Give it to me, Papa Gus,” begged Beth, her pussy muscles clamping down and squeezing his cock inwards. “AAAHHH!” Beth’s orgasm exploded when his cock erupted. She felt his voluminous semen spraying hard into her womb, quickly filling it up. The rest squeezed out down his cock and sprayed out of their conjoined crotches.

Gus worked his cock around a bit. He withdrew by pushing her forwards until she fell head first on the bed. His cock flew up, shooting about a three-foot strand of cum down her back to her ass. He jerked some more out on her butt cheeks and left the room.

“Wow!” exclaimed Beth, pushing herself up and off the bed, hearing Gus’ footsteps going downstairs.

She stumbled back to the shower quietly reassessing which was her favorite cock in her mind. Gus’ black eel might be uglier, but he really knew how to use it. His ejaculate felt more powerful then Titus’ too and his balls were larger.

Beth took another shower, a smile broadening her face when she realized she’d be taking a few more showers that night.

The two men weren’t back when she left the shower. Beth walked nude downstairs. Titus and Gus were in the kitchen drinking beer. Both had empty crumb filled plates in front of them. She walked past them and got a small plain salad out of the refrigerator. She sat at the table and unwrapped the plastic from the top. She took a bite of lettuce and cucumber. Beth looked up from her bowl as Gus came around. The long black hooded cock dangled down.

“Papa Gus wants hiz cock sucked again.”

Beth’s jaw was a little sore, but tonight she’d do whatever the two black men wanted. She slid off the chair and kneeled, stooping down to nuzzle his dangling cock with her mouth. It hardened, rising, Gus backing up until it was sticking out and she was sucking on it. Her jaw and neck were aching, so she only sucked the end, jerking off the rest of his coal-black shaft.

Beth couldn’t get over how much she loved this cock. She felt honored sucking it, not once but twice in one day. She hefted one of his testicles. They were bigger then Titus’, full and heavy despite emptying three loads into her since her debut as a stripper.

“Titus trained yuh well, gyal. You’re ah great cocksucker.”

Beth squeezed the ball in her hand as a warning while slobbering all over the cock in her mouth. Being called a cocksucker rankled what was left of her feminist sensibilities yet made her proud at the same time. She paused for a moment. “It’s a privilege to suck your big black cock.” She went back to sucking.

“It is ah privilege fah ah white gyal to suck ah big Jamaican nigga cock.”

“A white privilege,” added Titus laughing.

Beth choked a little as Gus grabbed her head and pushed most of his cock down her throat. It twitched, the first load gushing straight into her belly. Beth pushed back, and he released her head. Her cheeks filled, and she swallowed another load. Beth’s stomach couldn’t take anymore so she pushed back on his thighs, a blast of cum coating her face. Gus grabbed his cock and aimed it down covering her chest and breasts.

She wiped her eyes when she felt no more semen splattering on her body. Gus had turned and was jerking the last of his cum out on her dining room table. He released his cock and it flopped down on her table. He glanced down at her. “You’re welcum,” he told her. Gus turned to face her, his cock sliding off the table and falling before her eyes. It still stuck out a bit but was quickly deflating until it hung between his legs. “Was dat ah pool table mi saw inna garage?”

“Sure,” said Titus. “If the old man needs time to recover, we can play a game. Don’t want to strain your heart.”

Beth pushed some of the sperm into her mouth as she watched the two laughing black men head to her garage. She pushed herself up and sat in the chair. A layer of semen now covered her salad. More pools spotted the table top around her salad. “He’s a bigger asshole then Titus,” she mumbled picking up her fork. She stabbed it into the bowl lifting some lettuce and a cherry tomato, now covered in a creamy dressing, to her mouth and chewed. Not bad, she thought, swallowing. His semen was slightly warm but cooling fast. She finished the bowl and wiped the table. She cupped her belly as she walked up the stairs. It was full and heavy, more like she’d eaten a huge meal then just drank a lot. It made her wonder how many calories were in a black man’s semen. She might have to step up her fitness routine.

After another shower, Beth walked back downstairs. The black men were still playing a game, trash talking each other. These two were so competitive, Beth wondered why Titus had even invited Gus over. There was a strange motorcycle pulled inside the garage.

“It’s hot inna here. Can wi open de garage?”

“Yeah, sure,” said Titus. He walked over to the switch that opened the door.

“Stop!” yelled Beth. “Go put some clothes on.”

“I’m fine,” said Gus, shrugging.

“Nah, we got neighbors,” said Titus. “I’ll get my shorts.”

Her eyes followed Gus to the strange motorcycle as he walked and retrieved a small swimsuit. It was ridiculously small, a Greek bikini suit. It had green and black triangles on it outlined in yellow. The suit seemed designed to display his monster cock bulge. Gus noticed her stare. “The Jamaican flag,” he stated, pointing at his suit. The flag was stretched out around the coiled cock and one hairy ball was sticking out of the overextended material.

Titus returned a moment later wearing his crotch-hugging biking shorts. He was holding her bikini and he tossed it to her. Beth slipped into the panties just as Titus hit the switch and the garage door slowly began to move up. She fumbled with her top trying to race the door. The cup covered her nipples as she hastily tied a knot behind her neck. She reached behind her to secure the top. Across the street, Frank was getting out of his car, carrying some grocery bags. He turned, glancing into the garage just as Beth finished securing her top. He turned away, froze and glanced back. Beth gave him a wave. He hesitantly waved back. He’d never seen her in a bathing suit, let alone a barely-there bikini. He’d met Titus, but Gus must have been a surprise. Gus even walked to the opening with his pool stick and started chalking the tip, ignoring the man across the street. Joan came out of the house, catching her husband staring. She mirrored her husband’s double take taking in the scene and Beth was pretty sure her eyes stopped roaming when they fell on Gus’s bulge. The Jamaican even turned sideways a moment before turning around and walking back to the pool table. Beth walked over to the rack with the pool sticks, displaying her bare ass to her neighbors. Not that she cared. At this point, she’d become comfortable with her body, proud of it even.

“Cutthroat?” asked Titus.

“Sure,” said Beth, watching Joan grab some bags before the couple across the street entered their house.

Beth did well, but the game was really between Gus and Titus. Titus won, but barely. They played again. This time Gus won. “Why don’t you get us some beers and let me beat the old man in a regular game?” said Titus to her.

Beth went to the kitchen, hearing the balls break behind her. She got two cans and opened them. There was loud cursing coming from her garage from both men. When she returned, the game was intense. Titus looked sure of himself, sinking a ball, but missing the next. Gus then ran the table.

“FUCK!” Titus broke the stick over his knee. “Two out of three?”

“Hell nuh, Mi winna de bet.”

“What did you bet?” she asked, handing Titus his beer. “And what about that?” she asked, pointing at the pool stick, he’d thrown on the ground.

“I’ll replace it,” he grunted without apologizing. Real men didn’t apologize.

Gus took the beer from her, set it down on the pool table. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool table. She stared into his dark piercing eyes. She couldn’t look away, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. Gus broke the spell when he turned his head and pressed his lips on hers. She moaned as they kissed, his bulge pushing against her panty. She felt herself growing wet as she felt it grow. His hands ran over her back, to her waist and then down. She moaned again, dueling with his tongue. It was long and large, like him, incredibly prehensile the way he curled it around her daintier tongue. Most likely a skilled pussy eater.

Gus broke the kiss and stepped back. Beth licked her lips, looking down. His cock completely uncoiled itself and fell out of the overstretched Greek bikini panty. The bottom had slipped under his shaft and now protected his balls. “Beating dis losa,” he said, nodding at Titus, who scowled, “has mi recharged.”

Gus grabbed his shaft and bent it down between her thighs. Beth was surprised to see that at some point while running his hands down her sides, he’d untied her panty and her bottom was now hanging over the edge. He lined the head of his cock up, pulling back on the foreskin. It was an illusion, but it looked like his cock was growing even bigger as the head emerged. She gasped as her pussy lips spread out around the head. Gus entered her, and Beth shuddered from a strong orgasm with only the head inside her.

He worked his cock in and out. Her arm wrapped around his neck as she stared into his hypnotic eyes. She’d never met a man with such animal magnetism. Gus probably could have fucked every one of her feminist classmates, even the lesbians, probably even the man-hating Ms. Dykstra. She had doubts even Titus could have done that. 

Gus kissed her, and she came all over his cock again, her vaginal muscles clamping down around it to hold it still, but he kept pumping. He kissed down her neck and she leaned back on the felt, rolling the cue ball out of the way. Gus moved his lips down to her upthrust breasts, sucking the rigid nipple between his lips, immediately making her cum a third time.

Beth spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, she squeezed pulling him in with each thrust. She laid down across the pool table. Her head hanging over the edge only to see another amazing black cock. This one superbly cut and resplendent. Titus stepped closer and the head pressed against her lips. Beth opened her mouth to let him inside.

They fucked Beth for a good twenty minutes. Beth’s breasts oscillated up and down with each thrust of Gus’s cock. Sucking Titus was surprisingly easy with her head hanging upside down. It lined her mouth right up with her throat. Gus pulled back, the swollen flare of his glans catching in her cervix. It trembled, the first discharge of his semen filling her womb up with seed. Beth’s pussy squeezed his shaft as she came.

A car drove past on the street.

She tried to cry out in ecstasy, but Titus’ cock spasmed and cum once again filled her belly. Gus’ cock was spurting his cum even as he roughly withdrew it from her womb. It flew free of her pussy erupting his hot sperm all over her body. Titus’ cock pulled free, exploding cum in her face before it reared up shooting wad after wad over her body. Sperm rained down all over her.

Gus was gasping again. He walked away and grabbed the beer she’d brought him. Titus retrieved his, threw his head back and drained it. “Get yourself cleaned up,” said Gus. “Den meet mi upstairs.”

Gus turned, adjusting his behemoth cock back into his Jamaican flag bottom. He left, Titus following him while pulling his shorts up over his cock. Beth sat up, globules of semen sliding down her chest and breasts. She shook her head to clear it. The men had left her exhausted and she struggled to get off her pool table. Semen was everywhere, on the felt, the edge of the pool table, the cement floor.

Beth stumbled out of the garage, towards the hose in her yard. It was dark, but still early. Lights were on in Frank and Joan’s house and every house along the street. A car appeared up the road but turned off before it got to her house.

Beth turned her hose on and began spraying off her body. The water was warm at first, quickly turning cold. Goosebumps appeared around her nipples spreading to her arms. She shivered but kept spraying herself clean. She hosed herself off between her legs, trying to vent as much semen from her pussy as she could. Lastly, she closed her eyes and sprayed her face.

Beth dragged the hose into the garage and watered down the cement wherever she saw pools of sperm, even turning the hose on the pool table before deciding that wasn’t a good idea and she’d have to scrub it out in the morning.

Beth dragged the hose back to the stand, turned off the water and wrapped it around its holder. She looked up and thought she saw a curtain move across the street. Was it Frank? Or Joan? How much had they seen? Beth shrugged, not really caring anymore. She walked deeper into the garage and hit the light. There was a shadow where she’d seen the curtain move. Someone had watched her. Beth flipped the door switch and entered her house as the garage door slowly came down.

**********

“Mi wah fuck again.”

“I’m kind of tired,” responded Beth. Droplets of water still glistened on her skin and her hair was still wet.

“Mi wah fuck again.” Gus grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. Titus was sitting in a desk chair, watching. His cock dangled down over the edge.

Beth fell to her knees. His cock looked spent. She lifted the floppy cock and licked around the tip peeping out of the black foreskin. It swelled a little.

“Try talking dutty.”

“Your black cock is so big,” she said, licking around the head. “I can’t wait for it to fuck my white pussy.” Beth frowned, she wasn’t just talking dirty. She was being truthful. She squeezed the floppy shaft, shaking it and pulling, letting her hand stroke it. It expanded some more. “I want your black seed inside me, Papa Gus,” she begged. That helped. His cock was still bendable, but it was almost there.

“Wo has de biggest cock?”

“You do, Papa Gus. You have de biggest cock in duh… in the world.” She found herself copying his accent. She also found her hand stroking a fully hard thirteen-inch coal black cock.

“Bigga den iz?”

Beth winced but kept jerking it. She’d forgotten Titus was watching. “They’re remarkably similar.”

“Tell de truth!”

“You’re both the same size,” panted Beth, she was becoming really aroused, holding Gus’ cock. She kissed the tip. “But I think your testicles are bigger and you cum harder, more powerfully.” She started sucking on the head, uncontrollably even though her stomach couldn’t handle another load of semen.

“Yes mo powerful,” said Gus, satisfied. He stepped back and sat on the bed.

Beth glanced at Titus, to see his cock had grown while watching and was sticking out between his legs. She walked on her knees to Gus and started sucking him.

“Nug mi wah fuck yuh again.”

“You’ve been here 26 years and you haven’t lost that accent?” asked Titus.

Beth stood and straddled Gus’ legs. The Jamaican snorted over at the younger black man. “Wah should mi change to suit de white man’s country?” He looked back as Beth guided his cock between her legs and sat down. His attention was on her now.

She stared into his eyes again as she rode him. They were as coal black as his cock. They made her want to obey him, to serve him. She wondered if he were some sort of voodoo man. It was easier to accept that he had magic powers then to accept the fact that it might be the natural state of things for a woman to want to submit to such a man. She broke eye contact when she threw her head back in a strong orgasm. He kissed her nipples, moving back and forth between them, the long tongue twirling around each hard nub.

Gus pulled her down, still sucking on her nipples. His hands slid down her back, spreading her ass cheeks open. Titus stood up. Oh god, she thought. They both going to fuck me again! Titus grabbed some hand cream off her nightstand and started coating his huge cock. He moved behind her and soon her sphincter was stretching open for the probing cock head.

The fucking and the orgasms were as intense as the first time they doubled up on her. One giant orgasm knocked her out and she went limp. They held her in the “like an Oreo” position doing all the work until the four huge balls emptied their contents inside her.

Titus lifted her up off Gus’ cock and carried her to the shower. Gus stood and walked to the bureau to retrieve his phone and turn off the video. He checked it first. It was a good one. Gus followed them into the bathroom and peed while Titus tried to clean Beth as best he could. The shower helped wake her up a little, but she clung to him as she was still weak.

Titus held her steady, but she walked on her own back into the room. Gus was under the sheets curled up in what she assumed was one of the only dry spots on the bed. He raised the sheet up. “Cum jine mi,” he told her before looking at Titus. “Yuh guh sleep inna fi yuh room.”

Titus grunted and stomped off. Beth was exhausted and could hardly think straight. It was almost as if orgasms made you dumber, but she had a sneaky suspicion of what their pool bet might have been. She climbed into bed and snuggled backward into Gus. Her hip in a wet spot. He pressed his crotch against her ass and she was immediately asleep.

At some point during the night, she felt his hard cock poking her ass. She didn’t move for fear of waking him, but he was already awake. Before she could fall back to sleep, Gus was turning her on all fours. Beth was half asleep as he fucked her. Her head was down on her arms resting on the pillow. Her ass was up in the air. Gus just grabbed her hips, fucking her slow and steady for she didn’t know how long. She moaned. The crowd cheered. She grabbed the pole, clinging to it while the Jamaican fucked her. More bills were tossed onto the stage. She came and was back on the bed, her pussy quivering around the thrusting cock. Lulu bent down watching her. “You know how to work a pole,” she said. The other strippers agreed as they watched the black man fuck her. Spider-woman slowly lowered herself upside down on a web strand. She raised a camera and snapped a picture. Beth came.

Gus was fucking her from behind on the pool table. The lovers were smaller than the balls. A game was going on around them, but none of the balls came near. A Godzilla-sized Titus looked down at the table, his stick striking a ball nearby. She came. Beth groaned, resting her head on the blanket, pushing down into the sand. Gus sped up. Frank sat nearby in a chair, his wife Joan jerking him off while they watched her get fucked. They were surrounded by people she knew, David, Esteban, Butch. The men were all jerking off. Even Ms. Dykstra was there, nude, fingering herself watching her former student getting fucked. The crowd grew. All the men she’d lap danced for, her manager and customers from the diner, the two black men she’d danced with at the club on New Years, the man that had pierced her navel, the black men she’d watched on the videos with Ashley, even the black bulls from the bulletin board. All the white men were gone. There were only dozens of black men, jerking off, watching her, their cocks growing bigger and bigger, bigger than Gus’. All the cocks were giants now. Abruptly, the exploded in unison. A tidal wave of white swept over her. She came hard as the cock flooded her womb yet again. Gus slowly pumping his cock into her to make sure his balls were drained.

The Jamaican rolled off her. He collapsed back on the bed and was snoring minutes later. Beth slept, staying in that position until the morning.

**********

Beth awoke. She couldn’t move. It felt like her thighs were glued together. Her upper legs were caked with dried semen and she had a film of it on her crotch. She pulled her legs apart. Beth struggled off the bed. Gus was still sleeping, quite snuggly in his comfy dry spot. She stumbled to the bathroom and took her morning shower.

The soap and shampoo had her feeling clean and refreshed, but she was still tired and sore. She wrapped her voluptuous body in a towel and walked back into the bedroom. Titus was standing there, his erection sticking straight out. Gus was on his back, his cock tenting out the sheet. “NO!” she pleaded, looking in horror at the two cocks as Gus got off the bed and both men approached her. “No more. Please?”

Titus grabbed her shoulders and led her to the bed. He pushed her down, to her knees, not on the bed. She dutifully began sucking his cock, but he pushed her head back. Gus stood on the other side. He had her hand cream and covered his cock like he was squirting mustard along a foot-long hot dog. He tossed the bottle to Titus who squirted a line down his cock. “Jerk us off,” said Titus.

Beth was relieved as she grabbed their cocks, rubbing the cream into the shafts so her hand could glide easily along their hard rods. “Smile Beth,” said Titus.

“Tell wi yuh luv black cocks.”

“I love black cocks,” she said, jerking them off. She looked back and forth at the two men. “Spray your black seed all over me.”

“Luk pon de camera while yuh jerk wi off.”

Beth smiled staring at the lens on the phone leaning down at her from her dresser. “I love black coc..” She paused. “You promised you wouldn’t film us,” she complained.

“That’s Gus’ camera. Mine’s over there,” said Titus. “Capturing from a different angle.” She glanced on it. “Hey, you broke the deal when you sucked him off at the club.”

Beth scowled, looking at the two smartphones filming her. “I love black cock,” she told them. “I love real men and their huge nigger cocks. Cum all over me,” she said, feeling herself becoming aroused. She was right-handed, and the extra strength got Gus off first. His cock jerked in her hand, cumming on her face. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue before bending it down, cum splattering her right breast. The cock in her left hand exploded, the first blast covering the back of her head. She turned to face Titus, catching a blast in her face before her lips clamped down around the spurting head.

She gulped his seed down. She wouldn’t need breakfast that morning. She was still jerking Gus off, but he moved slowly towards her front so that he could cover the front of both breasts. “Hmm, so much cum for me,” she moaned, releasing both cocks. She cupped her breasts, rubbing Gus’ cum into her nipples.

“You’re getting good at this,” said Titus, approvingly.

“Yes, ah natural,” added Gus.

Titus walked over to his phone and stopped it. “Anyway, the club asked me to come in and work a day shift.”

“I thought you were done? I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. David’s home tonight.” Her husband wouldn’t be leaving again until after Titus left.

“A little bit of extra money,” he shrugged.

“Fine. I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do anyway.” Beth stood up, licking the sperm off her lips and returned to her bathroom for another shower. She came out, hearing Titus’ motorcycle roar off. Gus was in the hallway shower. She pulled a panty on, but nothing else. Beth stripped the bed, carrying the blankets and sheets downstairs to the laundry. After putting the first load in, she came out. Gus was in the kitchen making toast. He was still nude. She ignored him and went to get some cleaning supplies. She’d start by cleaning the pool table’s felt.

Beth spent nearly an hour in the garage setting things to rights. She walked to the house. Gus was sitting in her husband’s chair watching TV. “You need to go soon,” she told him. “My husband’s coming home soon.”

“Fine gyal.”

Beth stared at him a moment. She shook her head and returned to the laundry, throwing the first load into the dryer and adding a second to the washer. It was close to lunch and she was hungry. Gus was now laying down on the couch, napping. She walked into her kitchen and removed another salad from the refrigerator. She unwrapped it and started eating while walking out into the living room. Not using dressing cut down on calories, but this salad was missing something. She glanced at the hooded cock laying across Gus’ thigh and stared at it while she finished her salad.

Beth walked over and shook Gus awake “Ah wah gyal?”

“I’m going to take a nap. You need to go soon. Understand?”

The Jamaican nodded and closed his eyes.

Beth climbed the stairs. Her bed was still stripped so she took Titus’ room. She smiled. It smelled like him, like his cum. Crusty tissues filled his trash can. She laid down on the bed, on her back and closed her eyes.

Beth whimpered, spreading her legs for Mr. Wiggles. He was moving around her labia, worming his way between her folds. The nap had been exactly what she’d needed to revive her. She felt completely refreshed, her sleep deep and dreamless up until now when Mr. Wiggles appeared and went straight to work trying to get in her pussy. He was quickly removing her sexual exhaustion and bringing her back up to a state of sexual need. Beth spread her legs further open and wrapped them around his back. She was starting to raise her hips up into Mr. Wiggles trying to get him to go deeper.

“Yesss,” she moaned, slowly opening her eyes to meet her new friend. She was still groggy as she looked down at her crotch confused by what she was seeing. Her pubic hair had sprouted up into a literal bush spreading out like a fern with curled up black and gray leaves. The hairy bush moved, a forehead appearing under the dreadlocks, and Gus’ black eyes met hers as his tongue worked its way in and out of her vagina.

Damn! She knew his tongue would be good. The tongue felt bigger than her husband’s penis and it had better moves. She found herself on the brink of an orgasm when it wiggled deep, but before she could cum, he pulled back, the tongue flattening as it licked up and down the outside of her pussy lips. It swept over her distended clit before sliding down under her pussy. It moved back some more and now just the tip was wiggling upwards just between her folds, lapping over her clit and even curling around it. Beth moaned in frustration humping up into the tongue trying to get it back inside her. Instead, it slid back down under her pussy, the tip now probed at her ass. Disgusting, but not unpleasant as it pushed against her sphincter. It moved back up, this time shooting back into her pussy, squirming at it thrust in and back like a miniature penis. This time it didn’t stop until she came all over it, the thrusts changing to little laps as he drank in her cum.

Beth gasped for air as her hips lowered back down to the mattress. The tongue was now licking up the sides of her pubic mound. It moved over the slight bulge under her stomach, pushing the chain and the Q-spade aside so that it could push into her belly button. Beth gasped, sucking in her stomach. She was starting to raise her hips again as Gus’ body loomed up over her. The tongue moved up her ribs and up over the significant mouth of her left breast. Her nipples were already hard, but as his tongue curled around her nipple, flicking at it, her areola swelled, pushing out from her breast.

The mouth closed in on her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips. Beth could now feel the head of his cock sliding up between her thighs. Gus kissed over to her right breast before letting his tongue slide out to do the same thing to her right nipple. He sucked it deep too, gently biting it with his teeth. He kissed up her breast, the tip of his cock now pressing into her folds, forcing them apart. Beth trembled as the massive head of his cock pushed inside.

Gus slid up and over her body, kissing along her shoulder and up her neck. He slowly moved his hips, fucking her with most of his cock, Beth raising up into each thrust. “Fuck me,” she whispered into his ear.

Gus came up her neck just under her chin, turning slightly so that their lips could meet. His amazing tongue now fought with her own. Beth’s body trembled and then started shaking, and it became an earthquake as she came hard all over his cock.

He pulled his tongue back, kissing her lips, still slowly fucking her. As she came to her senses, slowly smiling, she opened her eyes. His black eyes were staring down piercing her soul dominating her with a look. “Tell mi yuh luv mi,” he said.

Beth shook her head but couldn’t break eyes contact. Gus buried his cock, holding it still. He made it flex eliciting a loud moan from her as her body humped up into his crotch repeatedly. He slowly moved back, inch after inch. The flare cleared her pussy and just the very tip was inside her. She humped into it even more frantically.

“Tell mi yuh luv mi.”

Beth looked up into his eyes, raising her head so that they were closer. She was panting now. “I love you,” she said, softly. His cock thrust forwards and she squealed with delight. “I love you,” she moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck. His thrusts were faster now. “I love you. I love your big cock. I love fucking you.” She clung so tightly to him, her entire body lifted off the bed. “Fuck me! Fuck me forever, my love!”

“Mi wish mi could fuck yuh foreva.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything for your cock. Please. Fuck me.”

“Here it comes, gyal.”

“Give me all your seed, Papa Gus!”

Gus thrust deep, holding his cock still as the first of a dozen shot glasses worth of cum spurted out into her womb. Beth thought she came with each burst of semen or maybe it was just one long orgasm with a dozen powerful quakes. Her arm weakened, and she fell on the bed, bending his cock until it sprang free, spurting a jet of semen across her body from her pubes to her chin.

“Thank you! Thank you!” she whimpered, getting enough strength to lift her head up and kiss his chest.

Gus lowered himself down over her, kissing her again and she kissed him back aggressively. Finally, he rolled over on his side, caressing her breasts. Beth smiled wondering what Gus was like when he was younger. For the love of god, if he was the masculine and virile pushing sixty years old, what would he have been capable of when he was Titus’ age?

“Glad mi won dat bet,” he groaned, stretching.

“What bet?”

“De pool bet. Ef mi won, Titus was to leave mi alone wid yuh aal day. Him didn’t really affi work tideh.”

Beth snuggled into him. “I’m glad you won too, she reached over caressing his cock just like he was rubbing her breasts. “What would Titus have won?”

“Fi mi bike. It’s ah 1977 Harley Davidson XLCR, mostly original an wut maybe $25,000.”

His cock was swelling under her caresses which turned to strokes as she squeezed it. My husband will be home soon. Do you think you got one more load for me?”

“Yuh know it gyal.”

“You need to hurry,” she said, jerking off his hard cock.

“Roll ova!” Gus positioned her on all fours and stood beside the bed, pulling her ass back to the edge. He pressed his cock back down against her sperm covered pussy and pushed in.

“Oh god, I love your cock so much,” she cried as he began to fuck her. This was different than last night, laying on her head with her ass up. On all fours, she was an active participant, fucking him back as hard as he was giving it to her. “I love it. I love you. This will always be your pussy, Papa Gus,” she moaned, cumming again. “Anytime you want it.” This was dirtier raw fucking, but the emotional connection was just as strong as when he’d taken her earlier. She did love him every bit as much as she loved her Titus… as she loved her husband. Her final orgasm was so intense, she sprayed his crotch with a mixture of their fluids as his cock pumped its second load into her womb.

Afterward, they took a quick shower together, washing off each other’s bodies and Gus even somewhat romantically shampooed her hair. The Jamaican gathered his things. Beth slipped into her bikini and followed him downstairs. “Sorry, you have to go,” she apologized.

Gus shrugged, storing some things in his motorcycle. “I’ve gat somewhere else to tay.” He turned his bike around.

Beth hit the switch and the garage door started rising. Gus stood by his bike as the door slowly moved up. “Will I see you again?” she asked. Frank was trimming his hedges across the street. He looked up as the garage door opened.

“Maybe soona den yuh tink.”

“Good,” she said, turning to face him. “Da soona de betta.” She smiled, and he laughed. Frank was downright staring at her. Whether it was because she was displaying so much of her body in the bikini or because of the giant dreadlocked Jamaican, she didn’t care. “Titus is leaving in three days and after that, I’m going to be very lonely.”

“Luk pun yuh, gyal,” he laughed. “You neva fi guh be lonely.”

Beth raised herself up on her toes, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him goodbye. His cock swelled where it pressed against her stomach. She sat back down on her feet, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants. “Come here,” she said, pulling him by his bulge, deeper into the garage where they were out of sight of her neighbors’ prying eyes. Beth fell to her knees, fumbling with his pants. “I want to taste you one more time,” she told him, looking up into his dark eyes. She pulled his cock out and began sucking it. He hardened quickly in her mouth. She sucked deep and hard, pausing to kiss and lick around the head. “What do you call this big thing?” she inquired.

“Dominus,” he grunted. “Latin for master. First among men.” He grabbed her head, guiding her lips back around his pole.

Beth got “Dominus” off in record time, swallowing his load about fifteen minutes in. She swallowed every drop of his seed not caring that he might leave her belly bloated with semen. She jerked out the last few drops of cum onto her tongue. She stayed on her knees, wanting to cry as he put his big beautiful black cock away perhaps for the last time.

She stood, holding her stomach. It was full, but not too full. Maybe those over-productive testicles had finally started to slow down after cumming so many times since Temptations? Was that only yesterday? It felt like a week ago. She followed Gus back to the garage exit. She wanted to kiss him again, but he scrunched up his face and pulled back. He smacked her ass instead, started his bike and roared off down the street.

This time a tear really did fall down her cheek.