It had been one of those days that left me exhausted to the point of I couldn't move. All I could do was lay naked on the tile floor in the kitchen and try to cool off, cum dripping out of me. The mother and son were quite the work out, but Ebony made it clear my next assignment was to be her husband, who was the real target all along.
His name was Judge John Richter. He was in his 50's and on the payroll of the Black Dogs for decades. They paid for his law school, fancy house, lake front property, fast cars, etc. Lately he'd developed a conscience and was no longer as loyal as he used to be. We had a big case coming up and we needed him to rule in our favor. Ebony made it clear � if I couldn't black mail him, I was to kill him.
If we haven't met, I'm Scarlett. I'm the 18 year old ginger that believes in black supremacy. That's why I'm owned by a black gang...one of whom got me pregnant. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I needed some help on this with research and I needed to add another person.
He was a tad over just five feet tall, brunette hair but mostly bald. Slightly well built chest but short arms and legs. He was wearing a brown suit with matching shoes. When he arrived I was wearing a black laced teddy with thigh high black stockings and a dog collar around my neck.
I sat on a bar stool at the kitchen counter. I had poured two scotches, neat. I had my legs crossed at the knees. Next to me sat two briefcases. He sat at the counter and sipped his scotch.
I tapped on the first briefcase. “This one is full of money � over a million dollars. Rule in our favor and it's yours. Simple.”
“And the second?”
“The second if full of black mail material...all the money you've taken over the years as bribes, and lots of photos of you with very young women � some of the too young.”
“It doesn't matter, I can't do this anymore, whomever you are.”
“I'm Scarlett, a whore for the Black Dogs. I'm also a black supremacist. I think we've been handling you all wrong. My plan is simple, you go into that bathroom over there and put on the dress I left for you.”
“A dress?! Why would I do that?”
“Because you want to. It's a nice pretty blue one, high heels, stockings and garters. I'll do your make up if you want.”
He sipped his scotch, then poured some more. “And what happens if I don't.”
I shrugged. “I have orders to kill you if you don't cooperate. I promise you wont feel it, but I'd rather not.”
“And if I put on the dress?”
I rang a small bell on the counter.
And in he walked. He was over six feet tall, black, sculpted muscle, perfect wash board abs, heavy muscles. Muscles on muscles on muscles. He was also naked and had a cock over 8 inches. Closer to 9 actually. He was also 250 pounds.
“This is Kwame.”
The judge shook his head. “He's the defendant in the case I'm working. I can't even be seen with him. He's supposed to be in jail right now because I denied his bail.”
I smiled. “On paper he still IS in jail. Now, you're going to put on the dress, suck his cock and he's going to fuck you hard with that monster between his legs. He's going to cum deep inside your ass.”
He stared at me for a moment.
“In the bathroom where you're going to change, you'll find a chastity device for your cock. Put it on and lock it in place, then give me the key � and I'll give it to your wife so she can wear it around her neck.”
“And what if I don't want to do that?”
I sipped my scotch. “Oh, but I think you do. I think when you fuck women you want to BE them. You want to feel what it's like from their side. You can prove me wrong by walking out of here, though.”
He stared at me and back at him.
“Digging through your whores more carefully I discovered they all had something in common: They were all HIV positive. You're a bug chaser. Kwame here is HIV positive. He'll 'gift' you, as you bug chasers say.”
“And I'm not allowed to cum?” He asked curiously.
I shook my head. “No Not tonight. Not ever. Your device never comes off. Better news, once you rule in his favor, Kwame will be able to fuck you on a regular basis. You'll be his bitch. Kwame here has a taste for white men � he likes to fuck them without mercy.”
He was on the edge and I knew it.
“Think of it....all 8 inches inside of you � taking your ass over and over. Him shooting his seed into you all night, again and again. Your tiny cock straining to get hard, struggling against the metal bars of your cage � desperate to get fully erect but never will be again. No more orgasms. You'll scream the entire time but love it. You'll be poz by dawn.”
“And after that?”
“Like I said, you're his bitch. You'll suck his cock and be fucked by him at his pleasure. All you have to do is surrender tonight. Start by putting on the dress.”
“Do I still get the money?”
“No, you've past that point I'm afraid. Your wife gets it � you get to be his bitch for the rest of your life and you'll love it.”
It took ten minutes for him to get the dress on, and another twenty for me to get the make up just right. He was on his knees, shaking. He needed this � probably more than he knew. He wanted Kwame inside of him. He wanted all his dreams to come true in a single night, it's just that he was used to having all the power, and now he had none. He was scared out of his wits. I held his hand for him as Kwame approached, his cock dangling in front of John's lips.
“Keep your eyes on Kwame at all times. Now, part your lips.” I said placing a hand on the back of his head. “We're going to take this part slowly. Savor it. You've waited a lifetime for it.”
He placed his lips around Kwame's cock lightly, tenderly. He was in no hurry. He held just the head of his cock in his mouth for a few seconds. After giving him a moment I pushed his head towards Kwame.
“Taste his precum, John. It's salty, is it not? Now, move your hands to his hips and slowly guide him in and out of your mouth and throat. Take him as deeply as you can.”
Kwame hit the back of his throat and John gagged. I smiled.
“Swallow as he hits the back of your throat, it helps � though in time, you may like it. Feel the skin on the muscle of his shaft moving. He's hard and he likes your mouth. He's enjoying you.”
I reached under him and grabbed his balls, them moved them around in my hand. “I want that little dick getting hard...or trying to. I want it straining against it's cage and you without an orgasm. I'm giving you a case of blue balls, sugar.”
John closed his eyes to help enjoy the sensation he's waited his whole life for. He began to moan. “There you go, John...just exist in this moment. Nothing exists outside this place and this second. It's just you, and it's just him.”
He nodded, then pulled the cock out of his mouth long enough to say, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir.”
Kwame, in his deep and booming voice replied, “You're welcome, bitch.”
John looked at me and whispered, “I want him inside of me.”
I smiled. “Beg him, then.”
“Sir, would you please fuck my ass for me? I'd love to feel this deep inside of me � and I want your toxic seed.”
Looking up at Kwame I said, “That didn't sound like begging to me. How about you, sir?”
He shook his head. “No, it didn't. Try again, Joan.”
And with that, John's name had been changed.
“Sir, would you please...PLEASE fuck me? Please! I need you!”
Kwame smiled. “Much better..” He replied, turning Joan on her hands and knees.
“He's going to fuck you now � nice and hard like you wanted. I want you to take a deep breath and hold it, because it's going to hurt really badly.” I said looking him in the eyes. I still had a firm grip on his balls. I wanted him to have the worst case of blue balls ever.
I moved one of my hands to grab one of hers, and looked her in the eyes. “Breathe through the pain. It's going to hurt for a while, but soon you'll love it.”
As Kwame pushed in, Joan's face turned red and she began to scream. I put a hand over her mouth. “Breathe, sugar...breathe.”
I kissed her on the lips slowly...deeply. I wanted to distract her from the pain. He has to get used to it because this is an every day thing now for her. To add a little pain, I gave her balls a slow, hard, twist.
Kwame was taking it easy on her and she was starting to get the groove of it.
I smiled. “Let go, girl...let go. Let him be the man. Thank him for this. Now.”
“Thank you for fucking me, sir!”
Kwame reached out and wrapped his massive hands around Joan's throat from behind and began to take her harder and faster.
“How can it feel this good?” She asked me in a whisper.
She looked down and her cock was leaking. “What's happening?”
I kissed her again. “He's milking your prostate. It's as close to an orgasm as you'll ever get now.”
Kwame started to slam her. Hard.
She screamed. Loudly! I came around to her front, laid on the floor belly flat, and looked her in the eyes. “This was your fantasy, bitch. Say it.”
I needed her to focus.
“SAY IT!” I screamed.
She nodded. “Yes! This was my fantasy! All of it!”
“Good girl, now tell him what you want bitch.”
She took both of my hands in hers. “I want him to fucking poz me! I want him to poz me hard! I want to be his bitch from here on out!”
“So tell him, bitch.”
“Sir, would you please poz me! PLEASE!”
I laughed at him. “You know the cost...you have to rule in his favor in court. Will you do that?”
He nodded quickly. “Yes! FUCKING YES! PLEASE JUST......POZ ME!”
Kwame shoved hard one more time and held it deep. He never uttered a sound. Joan slapped the floor with her bare hands as she had what some call a 'sissy gasm.'.
I leaned in and kissed her slowly. “There, doesn't that feel better?”
She nodded. “Can I have more? Please?”
“Sure, but you have to know what's going on...your wife is fucking your son. He's breeding her. You have to be OK with that.”
His answer surprised me. “Can I watch?”
I nodded. “Yes, you can watch. You wont have trouble finding them, he's going to breed her all over the house. She's going to stay naked when at home. She'll dress like a slut when she's not.”
“But....I'll be the laughing stock of the city.”
“Yes, and that's part of the point Joan.”
Kwame pulled out of him and a wave of release washed over his face, and yet, he wanted more.
“Joan, go get a large bowl of warm soapy water and return here. You're going to give Kwame a sponge bath. You're going to do it slowly � getting to know every curve of his body, then he's going to fuck you again.”
“May I suck his cock again after I wash him?” He asked nervously.
I smiled. “Yes, you may. Don't worry about the whole city knowing about your secret life, my next target is the mayor. You'll keep your job, you'll just be the laughing stock of the city.”
Kwame spoke for the second time. “From here on out, you're my bitch. I call you, you drop what you're doing to service my cock. Every case you have will favor my gang..”
Joan got up off the floor and returned with a large wash basin of warm, soapy water and a sponge. She carefully � slowly � began to wash Kwame. I think I even saw love in her eyes.
Definitely loved leaving high school and joining this gang. Whoring is so much better!