The End of Big Ed
By Cindy edited by Barney
“So who the fuck are you?” the very well dressed man asked.
“You sure do know how to be charming,” I said sarcastically.
“Right, I’m not charming but I can make your life a hell of a lot better,” he said. “So who are you?”
“You are going to send me a ton of new business, right?” I asked.
“That’s right sweetie, not just work, but work you can do any damn time you want, within reason of course.” he added. “So, tell me who you are.”
“My name is Abigail Adams. Most people call me Abby. You already know that I am a wedding photographer. I’m divorced and have a 6 year old daughter. I’m 28 years old and my daughter and I live alone and like it that way. Now you,” I demanded.
“My name is Tommy Jeffers, and I’m divorced and live with my girlfriend Heidi. You should know that I am in the pornography business. The other thing you should know is that I’m looking for someone to make promotional posters for my videos. I’m told you are damn good with that digital shit,” he said.
“They tell me I’m very good with it. So what exactly do you use them for?” I asked
These days it’s on line advertising. I don’t need any printing, but if I do you can get that done can’t you?” he asked.
“I know a guy who owns his own color copier, so yes I can get you a few posters printed for a trade show or something like that. If you want more, I can give you the digital file and you can find your own large job printer,” I informed him. “The question is not can I do it, the questions is will I do it. So now you tell me why I should.”
“Well you didn’t storm off when I told you what I do for a living, so you are either fascinated or you need money bad enough to turn a blind eye to it. Either way, you were willing to listen to the offer,” he said.
“I guess there is truth to that,” I agreed. “So make me the offer.”
“You have a studio don’t you?” he asked.
“Very small, but yes,” I replied.
“You could do two people engaged in sex there couldn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, I could do that,” I replied. I never had but my equipment, and studio space would be more than adequate.
“That’s as bad as it gets, anything more and we can shoot them on the sounds stage. As long as you are as quick and organized as you were at my niece’s wedding, you should do fine.” he said.
“I always work fast and the only way to do that is to be organized, mentally at least,” I replied. I waited a moment before I went on, “You have mentioned everything but the payment. What are you paying?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“$250 an hour or any part thereof,” I replied.
“That’s less than those Hollywood pukes want,” he said.
“That isn’t just studio time that is also post production time as well. If I lay out a poster it could run several more hours, depending on how many times I have to redo it to satisfy you.”
“Okay when can you do it?” he asked.
“If I am shooting in my studio it has to be before noon, if it is a short notice shoot. If I have time to arrange a place for my daughter that is safe, with a little flexibility in scheduling, I can do it most any time.” I knew that it wouldn’t be very often, so I wanted to keep it from interfering with my real work. I knew in my heart that I was a wedding photographer and not really much else.
“Okay, would you consider a week enough time for a definite shoot appointment in the evening?” he asked.
“Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked.
“I have a couple of guys I need photographed. It is gay porn. It that alright with you?” he asked.
“The camera insulates me from anything that is legal. If you stray into any other area, we are going to have a real problem. As in, I will turn you in myself if it is kiddie porn,” I informed him.
“Don’t worry; I don’t think I would do well in jail. No matter how well it pays, and it does pay well. So how about a week from Thursday?” he asked.
“I can handle that, what time?” I asked.
“Let’s say 8PM for now,” Tommy suggested. “If we need to, we can adjust the time somewhat.”
“Alright, I assume this is a cash on delivery business. I don’t like to wait for checks from people I don’t know. Send me a $250 deposit or bring it with you to the shoot.” I informed him.
He nodded, shook my hand then left me standing in the parking lot of the downtown motel. His niece had her reception in their grand banquet hall. It was 10PM on Saturday and I was exhausted. I had been working since 1PM. I always started early for a wedding. The one that day began at 2PM and actually started half hour late, so it was early by most wedding standards even in those days.
Angelina was spending the weekend with her biological father. They shared the name Williams. I had reverted to my Maiden name. I did that because my father had helped me so much after the divorce. It was also his business which I had taken over. The name of the business was Adams Photo Service. It made sense that I be an Adams to cash in on the name recognition.
My ex-husband would be bringing Angelina home after church the next day. He usually took Angelina to lunch after church, even though it wasn’t part of the custody agreement I never complained. Because Mark had Friday till Sunday custody every week, I could work weddings whenever I could get one. I also had a sister who loved Angelina. She was not just willing to have Angelina stay at her house during the week when I had a job, even if I didn’t have a job she would find an excuse to have Angelina come visit with her kids. Her two were within a year on either side of Angelina’s age. I was counting on that so that I could work for Tommy Jeffers.
For the next eight days I went about my normal work schedule. I did the things I needed to do to promote the business as well as the post processing of my images from the weeks before. It didn’t require all day every day. It did require some part of the day, every day. That time, no matter how small, tied me to the business all day. I was either working or thinking about work all the time it seemed.
On Wednesday Tommy called, “Abby I need to change the time to 7PM so that we can finish early. One of the actors has a curfew. He has to be home by midnight or his parole officer will be all over us.” he said.
“I will have to make a call, but I think it will be okay. I’ll get back with you,” I said.
I made the phone call to my sister Julie. “So Julie can I leave Angelina with you a few hours Thursday night?” I asked it pretty sure that it would be just fine.
“Of course Abby, what time do you want to bring her over?” she asked.
“How about I send you all out for pizza around six?” I asked. “I have a seven o’clock shoot. I can bring Angelina and pizza to your house or you can pick her up here. If you pick her up, I’ll give you the money for that kid friendly pizza place.”
“My kids love the Pizza Pit. I’ll pick Angelina up and we can go to the Pizza pit and I’ll take her to my house after. She can spend the night here after. You can get her Friday morning.” Julie suggested.
“That would be great,” I agreed.
“I pick Billy up at school at 2PM, I can be at your house shortly thereafter. If that is okay?” she asked.
“Of course it is fine. Julie I really do appreciate this,” I said.
“Are you kidding my kids will love it,” Julie informed me.
“Okay Thomas,” I said into my phone. I’ll look for you around 7PM.”
“Good, see you then,” he agreed.
“Don’t come without your deposit.” I said it to remind him that it was all about the money. I didn’t consider that there was any art at all in what I would be doing that evening. Julie picked up Angelina right on time, so I had a couple of hours at least before they showed up. I spent the time in the studio.
It never hurt to check things one more time. The camera was ready, it turned on and booted up as it should. The computer did the same. It also projected the image onto the 35″ monitor mounted onto the wall in the control room. I seldom used the remote viewer but now and then it came in handy. Sometimes I had a customer who wanted to see the shots as I made the image. Usually that customer was checking out a commercial product. I did a little work for the small local manufacturers. That’s the kind of thing Tommy meant when he said he had heard that I had a studio.
My dad had set the studio up. I just inherited it along with the name. I installed the video equipment and upgraded to the digital camera, but they were really all his ideas. The large studio began as a two car garage attached to a small house by a breezeway. The breezeway I turned into the control room, but the studio conversion of the garage had been his work.
Angelina and I shared the two bedroom one bath house where my mom and dad first lived before either Julie or I existed. I joked with him often that he never threw away or sold anything. He had kept the first house he and mom bought.
My grandmother had been installed in it after my grandfather died. Then after she went into the nursing home, my dad used the two car garage as a studio but no one lived in the house part. At least not until my husband Mark decided that he wanted a different woman.
My dad’s brother made damn sure that Mark did not have a happy divorce. Fred was an attorney who specialized in criminal law. When he handled my divorce, he went after Mark like a shark. It required almost two years after the hearings for Mark and I to become friends. Yes, we were friends, not good friends but friends.
I placed an oversize teddy bear, which I used now and then as a prop, onto the model’s bench. I clicked the Nikon camera, then I went into the control room to check the monitor. The image on the monitor was a little off center but it was bright and clear. All in all it was a very good image which convinced me that Tommy Jeffers would know what he had, even before he left the studio. The camera was not set up to shoot continuous video, so he would see a slide show presentation as I shot the images. From that he would be able to pick his shots for the theatrical posters before he left the studio. He would have input directly into the shoot as it progressed. He would have absolutely no reason to with hold future payments. As I said earlier, it was all about the money.
Tommy Jeffers and his two actors arrived right on time. Tommy I had seen previously, however the two actors were unknown to me. One was a very ordinary looking young man in his twenties. He had that very clean look, which I associate with gay men. I know that is a terrible cliché, but I can’t help how I feel. The other one looked sinister. He had a shaved head but facial hair. Not exactly a full beard but a mustache and goatee both ragged looking. He was also older than the clean looking man. I was beginning to have second thoughts, since I had never even seen anything even remotely like what was about to happen in my studio
Still I did need the money, since Angelina was about to start private school. It wasn’t going to be cheap either. I could get some of it from her biological father Mark, but I still had to come up with a great deal myself. That is if I wanted to keep her out of the drug and crime infested public schools and of course I did.
“So what do we do first?” the very Satanic looking actor asked.
“That’s up to your boss Tommy. I am just going to make posters from what you normally do,” I replied. If I had been pressed about it, I would have admitted that I had no idea what they should be doing,
“So Tommy what’s it gonna be?” he asked turning his attention to Tommy.
“Are these all the backgrounds you have?” Tommy asked me.
“I do it in front of the black or white screen, I pick the color that they aren’t wearing. I have some other solid color screens if your clothes clash with black or white. I will add the backgrounds later in post production,” I admitted.
“So let’s get on with this. I am paying you by the hour,” Tommy said to me.
“Yes you are and we are on the clock so whenever you get them in position I will begin working on the images for the posters,” I agreed.
“Alright get into your costumes from the movie. I want you on your knees but let’s do several posters and gear them to the websites we plan to show it on. Keep the first one more or less adult but if the wife walks in it won’t scream fag at her.” Tommy said it and I was a little concerned.
“Get them in costume and posed more or less like you want and I will finish it for you,” I suggested.
It took another twenty minutes before I started clicking images. We started with just shots of the two of them in costume. They posed just like you and I would for a while. Then they put on the BDSM part of the costume and it got kinky; everything from the dog leash and the younger one on his hands and knees to whips and fake blood.
I also saw my first man with another man’s penis in his mouth. Not to mention anal intercourse between two men. It was scary at first, but after a very short time, I was insulated by the camera completely and I just worked it like any other action shoot. I admit I was a little surprised at how little their reaction was to what they were doing. It was obvious that neither of them orgasmed. I had no idea what their movies were like, but I expect that the shot of them shooting semen was a big deal.
It was almost 10PM when they left. The two actors left first leaving me and Tommy alone. “So you owe me an additional five hundred bucks,” I said to him.
“Judging from what I saw on that monitor it looks like I will be getting my money’s worth. That is if your post production doesn’t take too long,” he suggested.
“Email me and let me know what kind of back grounds you want. If I don’t have them, I will have to go shoot something,” I admitted.
It took five hours spread over a week to complete the five posters. When I submitted my bill, Tommy and I had to do a reconciliation. He felt that it was too large and I felt that his refusing to pay amounted to breach of contract. Then Tommy asked, “Do you really want to sue a pornography producer for failure to pay you for work on porno materials.” Then the puke just hung up on me.
I sat around stewing for two weeks. I wanted to sue him as well as cut his prick off. Then out of the blue I got a check in the mail for $750. The note on the back said that cashing the check amounted to a settlement of our dispute. He knew I wouldn’t file suit, so I settled for the half payment. It was better than nothing I told myself.
Of course the prick called me two weeks later to do another set of posters. I agreed but only if he paid up front. He knew the kind of work I did and I knew the kind of client he was. We agreed on a grand each set to be paid at the time of the shoot. That’s how I began shooting posters for Tommy Jeffers’ Production Company.
Over the next few months I shot ten different poster set. Most were for rough trade pornographic movies. I had never heard of the rough trade until I met Tommy. I became pretty well known in a local sort of way.
I wasn’t all that surprised when it morphed into a larger enterprise. I added shooting portfolio images for the actors. The women were mostly interested in showing off their Silicone and genital jewelry. Now and then it was also a matter of showing how much penis they could force down their throats. Those were interesting shoots. I learned that one could put a much larger penis down their throat than I would have imagined. The sound effects were pretty gross, but they didn’t show in the still photography thank god.
The guys were another thing all together. They were all about the size of their penis. Of course there were a few who wanted the same kind of shots the ladies requested. You know the gay actor portfolio. I did them all without making value judgments. It was strictly business with me.
After six months at my part time gig, everything seemed normal the night two weeks before thanksgiving. Normal until Big Ed arrived for his portfolio shoot. Angelina was visiting her cousins over night. She would have been, even if I were not shooting Big Ed. Big Ed had seen my posters for his porno video, ‘Honey, The Plumber Cums This Afternoon’. You guessed it Big Ed was the plumber. He was also the owner of a penis that measured 9 3/4 inches soft. It was very close to a foot when erect. The poster had it both ways and Ed had loved them.
He asked me to make him a website for his fans to visit, not to mention perspective film makers. So Ed showed up at 7:10 PM, right on time. Well only ten minutes late, this is on time for my customers.
Ed was a 6‘ 4“ 225 pound giant of a man. He was also the color of coffee with one cream. His head was shaved as well as most of his other body parts. I shot pictures of him at various stages of undress. Topless, in his underwear, and naked as the day he was born. He insisted that his penis be hard and no matter what he did to it, he could not get it erect.
“Abby, I have to ask, but would you stroke it. A woman, especially you, could make it happen I’m sure.” he begged.
“Ed that isn’t part of the service,” I admitted.
“You mean you have never wondered what a cock the size of mine would feel like in your pretty white hand?” he asked.
“Of course I have thought about that,” I answered honestly.
“Now is your chance to find out and do me a favor at the same time,” he said in a low voice.
I didn’t answer. I just reached down and began to stroke his huge penis while I looked into his eyes. I felt him begin to rise in my hand. I also saw him smile at me and nod his head. I stepped back and began to shoot pictures of his penis and some of him full length to show that it attached to a human. I also had him hold a coke can down by his side to give some perspective.
“See I told you all I needed was for you to touch me,” he said.
I didn’t dare answer, so I simply nodded and continued to shoot while he stroked his penis for me. It was a truly amazing sight. Yes, I have to admit that I was a little nervous trying to work around that monster.
“I’m having trouble getting worked up for the cum shot Abbey. Come help me again,” Ed said in that deep quiet voice of his.
“I need to stay here and make the pictures,” I said in a quiet husky voice to match his.
“Won’t be no pictures if I can’t cum, and you know I need them for the website,” he informed me.
I walked over again and wrapped my hand around his huge, but somehow gentle feeling cock. It was damp and slippery so that my hand moved on it very easily. I could feel him push against my hand. I knew that I should stop, but I just kept helping him with his cock.
Suddenly I felt his big black hands cover my breasts. Even through my knit top and my stiff bra it felt erotic as hell. I must have moaned because he said, “Yes baby, feels good don’t it?”
I couldn’t answer so he squeezed my left breast hard with his right hand. “Don’t that feel good bitch?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered because I was afraid not to answer him.
“You want to lick that cock don’t you baby?” he asked.
“No, please I can’t do this,” I said.
“Of course you can. Ain’t nobody here but me and you, just get on your knees and lick my cock,” he demanded. He also moved his hands from my breast to my shoulders and pressed down. I didn’t resist. I allowed him to force me to my knees.
Once on my knees I lifted his huge cock and licked it as he had demanded. I have to admit that it felt erotic as hell on my tongue. He must have enjoyed it as well since he moaned. I licked him for several minutes while stoking his cock slowly.
“Quick,” he demanded, “Get back on your camera.” I struggled to my feel and tried to get to my camera as quickly as possible. I managed to shoot images of his cock shooting long streams of cum. I was shaking so hard that I was surprised the images were usable, but they seemed to be.
“God that was great,” he said. “Now come clean my cock.”
I should have refused, but instead I went to him. I knelt in front of his huge cock and I began to lick it ever so lovingly. I felt his cock harden again. I wasn’t surprised since I was making love to his cock with my tongue. I wanted to suck on it, but his cock was as big around as a coke can. There was no way my mouth would stretch the far.
“Kiss the tip and suck on that. Just suck on the tip for me,” he demanded.
I covered the end of his cock and began to suck on the opening. I could almost cover the head of his cock but I just couldn’t open my mouth quite far enough.
“Stroke my shaft faster,’ He demanded.
I did as he said. I stroked and sucked on the head of his cock. It wasn’t long before he said, “I’m going to cum again, don’t you pull away bitch. Just keep on sucking my dick you white cock sucker.”
I felt my mouth fill with his warm animal tasting cum. It was pure animal lust that ran through my body with that feeling and taste. I was on the verge of an orgasm of my own.
“Swallow my nigger cum bitch,” he said to me. I made a big show of swallowing his cum. He smiled at me. You gonna be my white slut ain’t you baby?” he asked.
“No, I’m gonna be your white photographer. You do get the friends and family discount,” I informed him with a smile.
“Damn you a hard bitch,” he said. “Don’t you need to cum bitch?”
“Of course I do. I’m no different than anyone else,” I said.
“Then you need to beg me to fuck you,” he said smiling.
“I can’t do that,” I said looking down at the floor.
He walked to me, took my camera from me, put it on the model bench then took me in his arms. He kissed me. I could feel his naked cock against my clothed body as he held me close. It was a huge hard lump pressed against me. Then I felt his hands slip inside my jeans and panties. He cupped my butt and pulled me to him even harder. I could feel my hips grind against his cock. Then I felt his finger spread the cheeks of my butt. It was only a second later when I felt the same finger force its way inside my rectum. It was dry and it hurt me. It also drove me up the hill even farther.
“How does the feel?” he asked as he broke the kiss.
“It hurts,” I said.
“Yes but you love it?” he made it a question.
“Yes, I love it,” replied humbly.
“Then beg me to fuck you with my big black dick,” he demanded.
“Please fuck me,” I said quietly.
“Say it all Abby,” he demanded.
“Please fuck me with your big black dick,” I said. Even I knew that he had broken me.
“If I fuck you are the pictures free?” he asked.
“Yes, they are free,” I said pulling him closer. I felt his hand slide under my top then pull it up and over my head.
“Take off your bra,” he said. I immediately reached behind me and unhooked, then removed my heavy bra. With the stiff bra off my soft breast sagged a little. I had a baby, who breast fed, so my boobs were soft but not huge. I also had a bit of a tummy, so I was a little shy about Ed seeing me. He didn’t seem to mind at all. As a matter of fact he buried his face in my boobs as he began to suck and bit my nipples. Because of the difference in our heights he had lifted then pinned me against the wall while he sucked my breast. Finally he let me down then stepped back. “Take off your jeans and panties,” he demanded.
I had a hard time with the button on my jeans. It was a combination of excitement and fear. I was terrified of the pain his cock would surely cause me. It didn’t matter I wanted it inside me anyway.
Once I was naked he pushed me to my knees again then moved behind me. I knew what to do. I leaned forward onto my hand as well. I could sense when he knelt behind me. I knew that it was going to be painful. I could only hope that he would go slowly and allow me time to adjust to his monster cock. What I felt first was not his cock but his hand rub across my vulva. It felt wonderful to have his big hand massage my swollen lips.
“You are nice and wet Abby, that will help.” Then I felt something hard push against my vagina. He was trying to work his giant cock into my tight body. “Tell me your pussy is on fire,” he demanded.
“God yes my pussy is on fire,” I repeated back as I knew he wanted me to do. “Please put your big black cock into my wet pussy,” I heard myself say. I could not believe that I had said it without being forced.
“That’s right baby, you are beginning to understand how it works aren’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t know, just fuck me please do it now,” I said.
He held my hips as he forced the first inch inside me. I could feel my body spread for him. It was trying to make room for his cock. I had delivered Angelina, so I knew that I could stretch enough. I also expected it to be painful. I felt him stroke me with one inch of cock. Even that felt painful but also drove me crazy with sensations I had never felt before. I was a total wreck whining like a woman in pain and moaning like a woman on the verge of orgasm. I was both at the same time.
I felt him tighten his grip on my hips as he fed more of his cock into me. Each inch stretched a new part of my channel. I knew I would be in pain the next day, but at that moment I didn’t care.
“Tell me to fuck you hard,” Ed demanded.
“God yes, fuck me hard. Ruin me for anyone else,” I demanded.
I felt Ed begin to plow into me hard and deep. I was sure that not only was he causing me pain, but I had to be causing him pain as well. The pain faded as my need to orgasm increased. I was totally lost in the need to cum. My mind had lost all ability to reason. I was working my way toward the short circuit which would give me the relief I had to have.
I was almost ready to cum when Ed said, “Next time I fuck you I’m going to make your kid watch.” Yes it should have turned me off completely, but instead it pushed me over the edge. I began to cum and I also felt my body vibrate. I was totally lost in the feeling. When I finished Ed was still in me and moving slowly. When his muscles finally froze, I knew that he was having yet another orgasm. I felt the much smaller load inside me only as a warm sensation.
When he withdrew his cock, I wanted to cry. I felt so lost and empty.
“You have my email when you get the site finished, I will come back and fuck you again for the final payment.” He said it as he dressed. I lay on the floor and watched him leave. I was in pain but not terrible pain. Even so it took me almost an hour to get moving again. I went into the house and went immediately to bed. I did not fall asleep immediately though.
While I tried to fall asleep I realized that I could deal with the physical pain, but I wasn’t so sure about the mental anguish. I was shocked and ashamed of myself. I had never acted like that before. It isn’t like I had never seen Big Ed’s cock before but I had never been alone with him. Not only did he have a huge cock, he also had a way about him. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. He was just able to convince me to do things I never thought I would do.
When I finally drifted off to sleep, I had a dream. In my dream my father, who had passed away the year before, sat on the edge of my bed. “Don’t beat yourself up honey. Things like this happen, so just put it behind you and move on,” he said.
“I know daddy. I think sometimes I’m losing my mind. I do things that are just so out of character for me. I think sometimes I’m two people in the same body,” I said.
“Well don’t worry honey, you know I will always love you no matter what.” With those words he put his hand over mine and guided it between my legs. He helped me to masturbate to another strong orgasm. It felt a little shameful doing it, but I still came hard and it felt good. I also managed to forgive myself, because my dad forgave me.
I awoke the next morning feeling wonderfully rested. There was nothing like several orgasms of different intensities to make for a restful sleep. When my alarm clock buzzed, I was more than ready for the new day.
There had been a change in plans so I had the pancakes ready, when my sister brought Angelina home after she dropping her son at school. My sister knew that I would have breakfast ready. It was her payment for having Angelina as her house guest.
“So Abby, what are you up to today?” she asked. Of course I couldn’t tell her the truth.
“I have some weddings shoots in need of post production work,” I lied.
“You do stay busy. I hope you are at least making some money for all that work,” she said.
“Not a lot, as you remember from our childhood with dad, but there was always enough and there still is,” I admitted.
“Good, so Angelina will be going to the Presbyterian academy with my son?” she asked.
“That is the plan for sure,” I admitted. It also looked a lot less stressful with the additional revenue from the posters and portfolios. Well that is if I didn’t ever take my fee in trade again.
After Julie left Angelina and I went to the mall. She grew like a weed so was always in need of clothes. She wore thrift store jeans and tops during the week to play, but to visit her dad on weekends, she had to be dressed like a little lady. He was so damn anal.
After the mall trip Angelina went to her room with all the toys. Kids her age could do things I didn’t learn until I was a teenager. She could work a video game better than me by a long shot. I went to work on Big Ed’s website. It was tedious as I had to stop every few minutes to deal with Angelina or with my own state of arousal. It was slow going for sure.
Not only did the sight of Ed turn me on, but so did the feelings coming from my body. The spot where he had recently stretched me so badly was painful when I moved. I am serious when I moved my torso it was painful between my legs, which was a reminder of my time with Big Ed and also a turn on.
“Admit it Abby, your pussy hurts,” I heard my dad’s voice say.
‘Yes daddy, my pussy hurts,’ I thought. ‘When did you start talking like that?’
“When you started thinking like that, of course,” the voice in my head answered.
Even though I finished the mock up of Big Ed’s site on Thursday, I waited unit Friday to tell him. I did that because Angelina would be picked up by her dad after work. Mark had custody from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon. He usually took Angelina to his parent’s home and they all spent the weekend together. It worked out well for everyone. Her grandparents were there to be sure he didn’t leave her alone while he went out. The grand’s had their little angel visit every week.
I usually worked while I knew she was in good hands. Long before I was shooting adult video posters I was shooting weddings. Those were almost always on the weekend. Since Mark helped me out, I gave him a break on the child support. I gave him a hundred dollars off for every complete weekend he provided for her.
So anyway I sent Big Ed an email explaining that the mock up was ready. I also suggested that he come by to see it. I had a way to handle it all on line, but I really wanted to see him again.
He emailed back that 3PM would be good for him. I suggested anytime after 6:30PM. He replied to my email saying that 7:30PM would work for him. His email also had the following statement included. “You must follow the rules listed below at all times when meeting me. If you do not, then there will be no meeting. I will leave and never meet with you again.” Then there was a list of things he demanded.
The very first demand was that I wear a skirt or dress and that I not wear any underwear at all. No bras and no panties were allowed. That one was expected. Men liked that idea I knew, it told them that a woman was a serious slut. Since it was a pretend thing I wrestled with it only a couple of minutes. He had already broken me down with his huge penis, so the decision was easy.
The next one stated simply that I was always to refer to him as Daddy. I should answer at least “Yes Daddy or no Daddy,” if not in full sentences. That one seemed to strain my ability to go along, since Big Ed was younger than me.
“Honey, it is only a word,” the voice in my head said.
“You won’t be upset if I call him Daddy, even though you are my real Daddy?” I asked.
“Not at all honey, do what you have to do,” the voice said.
The next thing that might be a deal breaker was his insistence that I show him proper respect whenever we met. Proper respect in his opinion was for me to kneel on the floor in front of him with my eyes on the floor. He would decide what I did after that. If he pulled me to his crotch, I was to open his fly and remove his giant dick, his word, and kiss the head of it while I stroked the shaft. He would decide how long I continued. My problem was that I would be required to kneel anywhere, when we first met. It would be super embarrassing for me and that was the point. The rest of it required me to just trust him not to require anything nasty in front of people who mattered. What would happen the first time I met him in front of people I cared about, might well be the deal breaker.
There were some other things equally embarrassing, but I didn’t expect them to ever happen. I figured I could control the rest of it. One was only he could control what happened between us. I couldn’t stop until he told me I had his permission. If Angelina walked in, I could not stop and take her out. Only he could make that kind of decision. I figured I would just be sure she wasn’t in the house before I allowed him to visit. That is if he ever did after I delivered the completed project.
Mark picked Angelina up right on time. I admit that I was thrilled by the prospect of seeing Big Ed. I could still remember the feel of his penis inside me; stretching and most likely tearing me in some places. I had small amounts of dried blood in my panties for a day after. The burning sensation continued, but it wasn’t bad enough to prevent me from wanting to do it again.
I dressed in a black dress cut reasonably low at least low for a mom who had never done anything like it before. The dress was the only thing I wore that evening. I was completely naked under it. I felt slutty as hell. Pretty much the same as I felt when I was licking his big black cock. I had begun to think of it as his cock not his penis. There was nothing conservative about Big Ed or how I reacted to him. I might as well get used to it since he was requiring that I stop talking like a lady and talk like the whore I had become, in his eyes at least.
At 7:30PM I had been in the studio for twenty minutes at least. He arrived just a little after the appointed time. When he stepped inside, I heard the voice in my head say, “You know what you have to do.” I did know, so I dropped to my knees and lowered my eyes. I waited to see what Big Ed wanted from me. It might be just to see the website. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about that. I need not have worried, he pulled my head toward his crotch. It was my signal to open his fly. It took some effort but I managed to work his cock out. I kissed the head a single time as I had been instructed to do.
“Make it hard bitch,” he demanded harshly.
“Yes Daddy,” I said as I closed my lips over as much of his cock head as I could manage. I licked it and sucked on the head while running my tongue around the opening of his pee hole. He got an erection quickly but it took him some time to begin to respond as I wanted. When I felt him try to force his cock into my already stretched mouth, I knew that I was working it as I should.
“Don’t stop, you are doing good whore,” he said.
I continued to suck and stroke his shaft. I also licked the head of his cock slowly and lovingly. He was rocking hard against my mouth when he pulled away and covered the head of his cock with his own hand. He stroked it three times then huge strings of cum shot forth onto my face. I felt the head and then smelled the stale smell of sex. He continued to shoot cum onto my face as I pulled back. He had his hand in my hair so he was able to control me. I could not get away from the warm thick cum or the smell of it.
“You did good baby, now thank me for the cum I just gave you,” he demanded.
“Thank you for your cum Daddy,” I said.
“Good girl,” I heard it both from Big Ed and the voice in my head. “Now eat my cum slut.”
I wiped the globs of his cum off my face and then sucked them off my fingers. I had never done that before, just as I never let a man cum on my face. When I finished, I looked up and smiled at him.
“Now let’s see that website I just paid for,” he said. He spent several minutes looking at it then said, “You did well with my cock both ways. I think I’ll keep you.”
“Thank you Daddy,” I meant it when I said it. I was also about to scream for his cock in me, but I knew better. It was not for me to demand or even suggest.
“Down on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you,” he demanded.
I quickly got in the position and then said, “God yes fuck me. I need your big black cock so badly.”
He rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy lips until I was pumping lubricant out. Only when I was so turned on I was ready to cum with the first stroke, did he begin to force his huge cock inside me. I felt the same pains I had felt before. I didn’t seem to have moved at all toward accommodating his size. I knew that I would eventually but I seemed tighter if anything.
“You are painfully tight bitch,” he said. “I am going to stretch that cunt so that no other man will ever satisfy you again.” With that said, he forcefully plowed into me.
I choked off a scream of pain and pleasure as it ripped through me. I was in agony and cumming at the same time. It was an amazing high. I felt like i was standing outside myself watching as the whore on her hands and knees tried to rock back on the monster cock that tore at her. The sensations that ripped through me, also terrified me.
When he finished fucking me, I stood up and realized that I could have straightened my dress and no one would have known for sure that I had just been fucked. Well if they looked closely they could probably figure it out. I had that just fucked look on my face for sure. He didn’t have to ask, if I had cum. He could tell from how my body had reacted. Also I was not capable of doing more than laying on the floor at his feet and whimpering.
“Don’t take a shower or wash your face till tomorrow morning. I want you to feel my cum crusty on you, so that you know whose whore you are,” he demanded.
“Yes Daddy,” I said.
“I want you to promise me,” he added.
“I promise Daddy, I won’t wash until tomorrow.” I said.
“Fucking you is painful. I’m not sure I want to do it often, I can’t cum, when I’m in pain. I know you can, but I can’t. If you want me to keep fucking you, then you need to stretch that cunt for me. You decide and then email me after you have done it.” With that he was gone.
It was early but I was exhausted and in pain. I went inside and fell into bed. I heard the voice in my head saying, “You do have to decide Abbey. If you do stretch your cunt and it doesn’t work out with Big Ed, it will take a long time to return to normal.”
“I suppose that is true, but it feels so good with Ed. He just fills me up and I cum from deep down inside myself. It is an amazing feeling Daddy,” I said aloud.
I fell asleep with the stiff crusty feeling on my face and the smell of his cum in my nostrils. It was not a pleasant feeling at all. Add that to the pain in my pussy and you have for a pretty miserable night. Still I wouldn’t have traded that feeling for anything else of which I could think.
When I awoke the next morning, I was desperate for a shower. I had several hours before my wedding so I went into the bathroom for a long soaking shower. I was never the bath type girl, not even as a teenager.
I removed the tee shirt and panties in which I had slept, then stepped into the hot shower. It took me several minutes to adjust to the heat of the water but when I did it was marvelous. I could feel the cum crust and the stink wash away from my body and it felt wonderful.
Suddenly I felt something touch my breasts. I closed my eyes and the feeling got stronger. Then there was a sucking sensation as well as a massaging one. I felt sure that I was imagining it, but it felt really good so I went with it. I felt myself moving toward orgasm. The hot water draining over my clit and then running between my almost raw lips was a sensation I can’t even hope to explain. I can only say that it was wildly erotic. It felt like a finger running up and down just inside my pussy lips. I almost fell as I came from that feeling it was so different. I had to lean against the wall while I recovered. While I waited for my breathing to return to normal the water continued to pour over me and run over my pussy. I couldn’t believe that I was thinking in those terms. I suppose that the ties I had to pornography had something to do with it. It did seem more real to me than it had earlier.
I managed to keep my mind on business while at the wedding and even later at the reception. I was enjoying the distraction, when I got a telephone text. I waited until I had a few minutes of downtime to check it.
The message was from Big Ed. Stop what you are doing and take off your panties, it read. I smiled and went back to work. Even though I hadn’t done it, the massage stayed on my mind for over an hour. I finally went into the lady’s room of the banquet hall to remove panties. I put them into my camera bag for safe keeping. I spent the rest of the evening feeling sexy and slutty at the same time. I didn’t flirt with the men, but I felt them trying to flirt with me. The same things men always said to me actually effected me for the first time that night. I had no desire to flirt back or to become involved with any of them, but their efforts did not go unappreciated as they had before. I was very flattered by their efforts.
When I left the reception at midnight I sent a text to answer my last message. The message asked if I had done as I had been ordered to do. My answer was “Yes Daddy.”
The text message reply which I received as I pulled into my drive way was, “Good then come to the Galaxy Club.” I put the club into my GPS device. It gave me the directions to the club without a question. When I arrived I found that I was in a less than desirable neighborhood. It was a rundown industrial area with graffiti on the walls of vacant buildings. I was happy that I had taken the time to unload my photography equipment before I left home. Since I took that time, I arrived just a half hour before closing.
I was surprised by the number of bi-racial couples inside the dance club. I passed at least four couples on my way to the table in the rear of the club. When I arrived at his table Big Ed was seated behind the small table with his back to the wall. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do but I figured it out as he glared at me for not doing it. I knelt on the nasty floor and looked down.
“Show them how much you respect me,” he demanded. It was obvious that he had been drinking.
“Please don’t,” I said pleading even more with my eyes.
“Do it or get the fuck out of here,” he demanded. His words were slightly slurred and completely harsh.
I looked around and about half a dozen black men were looking at me on my knees. They seemed to know what would happen next. I took a deep breath then unzipped his fly. I held his cock up and kissed the head of it. Somehow everything else just melted away. I couldn’t believe how excited I was just to have my mouth on his cock. I made the connection and began to lick and suck on the head while I stroked him. I couldn’t think of anything else.
I heard the comments coming from behind me but I they didn’t really register. The bystanders were impressed with Big Ed’s size and how I had adapted to it. I didn’t really understand what they were saying, but it seemed harmless enough. Then the voice in the back of my head said, “Move on it Abbey work his cock baby.”
I could only move his cock half an inch deeper inside my mouth, but it must have looked sexy since I heard someone say, “That’s it bitch suck that black cock. All you white bitches love black cock.”
“This one does for sure,” I heard Big Ed say. It made me feel worthless the way they talked about me as if I wasn’t there. At least I felt worthless by my previous standards. I seemed to have no pride left. I mean I was on my knees in a filthy black dance club sucking cock in front of several other patrons. Even worse I was hearing my dead father encourage me. I was pretty sure that I had lost my mind.
Even as I had those thoughts I was sucking Big Ed’s cock just as well as I could. I really needed to please him. Don’t ask me why, I had no idea but I knew deep in my soul that I needed that cock.
“Show us your tits slut,” someone behind me said.
“Do it bitch,” Ed said in agreement. I didn’t stop working his cock even while I pulled my boobs out of the low cut top of my dress. I knew then why he insisted I not wear a bra. My boobs were hanging out in one quick move.
“Her boobs ain’t all that great,” someone said.
“Maybe not, but her cunt is tight and look how she is suckin’ my dick,” Ed said.
“Yeah, she is a real cunt for sure. If you say she is tight, I would love to fuck her,” someone behind me said.
“You are just some duke on the block. Why in hell would I let you fuck my slut?” Ed asked.
“Because we are brothers,” the man said.
“You ain’t my brother,” Ed said.
“You know somebody has to fuck her while she sucks your cock. It’s how you tie them to you man,” he said.
“Yeah, but it don’t have to be you,” Ed said.
I listened to it all and continued to suck on Ed’s cock. It was almost like they were talking about someone else. Sure I knew it was me, but I felt like I was on drugs and it was someone else they were talking about.
“You done got her beat down as low as you can do alone. You need another cock and you know it man. Let me be the one to fuck her while she sucks you,” he said.
“Oh shit man go on and fuck her,” Ed finally agreed.
I felt hands lift me then bend me over so that I recaptured Big Ed’s cock in my mouth at least the head of it. I also felt the bottom of my dress being flipped over my body. Strong hands forced my legs apart. I wanted to refuse but I had no idea that I could get away with saying no so late in the evening. Not so late in time, but for sure late in the whole process.
I felt him rub the head of his cock against my pussy lips. Sucking Ed’s cock had made me very wet. I felt the smaller cock slip inside me. It wasn’t easy going in but it also didn’t hurt like Big Ed’s cock. I could feel his cock deep inside me, but not so painfully as Big Ed. His cock just completely filled me and was painful in every inch of me.
Ed was trying to work his cock into my mouth while the stranger’s cock filled me and moved in and out of my pussy. The stranger’s cock increased the speed of his strokes and that ratcheted up my level of arousal.
Believe it or not I came before either of them. When I came I didn’t allow myself to change anything that I was doing. I continued to rock back on the stranger’s cock and I continued to lick and sucked persistently on Big Ed.
“You do know this bitch came already and is still fuckin us?” the man behind me asked Big Ed.
“I know she can’t get enough. She is such a cunt.” Ed said. He finally did cum just after that remark. I had a second stranger working in my pussy when Big Ed covered my face with his cum. I gave the man in me time to finish then I stood to leave without asking permission. I had enough and that was all there was to it.
I fell into bed as soon as I arrived home. I didn’t bother to shower or anything else. The next morning I slept until ten, then I showered and dressed for the day. I wore both panties and a stiff bra. It was a real day not a play day. Angelina was due back after lunch.
The cops were at my door before Angelina arrived. I knew they were cops, even though they were in suits. Honestly I knew it because they were in suits on a Sunday morning. None of my customers would be in suits that early in the day. I was terrified that something had happened to Angelina. My dad’s voice kept saying, “Stay calm, you can’t help if you are a wreck.” I fought to stay calm until I got the door open.
“Yes?” I asked terrified at the prospect of bad news.
“Are you Abigail Adams?” the detective, who was just a little older than my 28 years asked.
“Yes I am. Has something happened to my daughter?” I asked. I saw his curious look and knew that he wasn’t at my door about her, thank god. I knew I could deal with anything else, since both my mother and father were already dead.
“Do you know a man named Edward Barrow?” he asked.
My reply was “Who?”
“This man,” he said showing me a driver’s license picture of Big Ed.
“Sure that’s a man they call Big Ed,” I replied.
“Were you with him at the Galaxy Dance Club last night?” the slightly older slightly heavier detective asked.
“From about 2AM until 3AM or so yes. Why?” I asked suspiciously.
“Edward was murdered last night as he left the club. He was shot down in the parking lot of the club. Do you know anything about that?” he asked.
“God no.” I answered. “He was fine when I left him.”
“Did he have words with anyone or say anything to make you think he was in danger?” the first detective asked.
“No, everything seemed fine,” I replied.
“What was your relationship with Edward,” the thick detective asked.
I heard my Dad’s voice say, “This is no time to lie.”
“We had a casual sexual relationship,” I replied. “I made some pictures and a website for him and we had sex three times. That is all.”
“Is this the website,” the young detective asked handing me Ed’s business card. The card had his web address on it.
“Yes that is the one,” I replied.
“That is pretty explicit,” the heavier one demanded.
“Yes it is, but that isn’t a crime yet,” I replied.
“No of course not, well can you think of anything else that might help us in our investigation?” the younger one asked.
“You should probably check with the others he was screwing. I’m sure there were plenty of others and they most likely had husbands or someone else who wouldn’t be pleased.” I said.
“There is always business,” Dad’s voice added.
“There might be some business things I wouldn’t know about but you might want to talk to Tommy Jeffers,” I said.
“Offer to take a polygraph,” dad said.
“I will be happy to take a polygraph, if it will help. I mean since I was alone after I left the club it might help eliminate me.” I suggested.
“We will keep that in mind,” the heavy one said as the turned to leave.
I sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee while I thought about my last night with Ed. I had nothing else to do while I waited for Angelina. I relived the night before. Even in my grief it was a turn on. I left the table and went into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet while I masturbated quickly. I was surprised how easily I came even after the disturbing news about Big Ed. It was almost as if the act of being freed from that relationship had a sexual connotation. It was way past my logic ability as I orgasmed in great waves with my finger inside myself.
I was back to normal, more or less, by the time Angelina arrived. She and I spent the afternoon at the park. She rode the indoor carousel while I conversed with my dad. Fortunately I had not gotten to the verbal conversation with a nonexistent entity. Instead the conversation was internal. I was getting pretty good at internalizing my thoughts and whatever was going on with my father as well.
“You know that you are going to be a suspect in the Big Ed murder. They might well go public with your affair. Not exactly an affair, but whatever it was might make the news and that would not be good for the wedding business,” dad informed me. It wasn’t as if any of it came as news to me. I had been thinking the same things almost every minute since the detectives left my house.
“So why don’t you just ask Big Ed who killed him,” I suggested.
“Come on Abbey, it isn’t like it is a private club up here. There are billions and billions of souls here. They date all the way back to people who just grunt.. Finding one specific person is never going to happen. I might bump into him one day, but it will be purely by accident.”
“So where do I start looking for Big Ed’s killer?” I asked.
“The Galaxy Club, is the most logical place to start. Go back there and ask who was there when you left. Someone who was still there might be your killer. There were plenty of short tempers there,” Daddy said to me.
“I remember them having words, but not too angry. Mostly it was just about who Big Ed was going to allow to fuck me. They didn’t seem angry at his saying no to them. I didn’t even remember what the people there looked like. Not even the ones who had screwed me, so those standing around were absolutely a mystery to me. I wasn’t going to be able to go to the club for a few days. I couldn’t ask anyone to take Angelina again so soon. I would really look like a terrible mother, if I did that again. So I planned to wait until it just came about for some other reason. If the cops found out who did it first, that was fine with me as well. The longer the investigation went on the better the chance for all my secrets would come out. At least that is what Daddy and I thought.
I wanted to get back to the Galaxy Club to ask about Big Ed, but I couldn’t get Angelina a sleepover. I could have if I asked my sister, but I preferred she ask me. Since her daughter was a year younger, she and Angelina socialized often but Julie didn’t invite my daughter over.
I had a wedding Saturday, but I didn’t have any plans for Friday night. When Mark picked up Angelina for his weekend custody, I planned to head out to the Galaxy. I gave it some thought and decided that later would be better than early. I remembered that the people who were there Saturday night had all been in after midnight. So that was my plan. I spent the early part of the evening working on some of the images I had made during the week to update Tommy Jeffers’ website.
I stayed at the computer until 10:30 PM. At that time I took a quick shower. “You still have a nice body Abbey,” I heard my dad’s voice say.
“And you are still a dirty old man,” I said laughing.
“You love it and you know it,” he said.
“I guess I do, but I would never admit that to anyone else,” I replied. I finished my shower then just stood under the hot water. I had healed a great deal since Big Ed stretched and tore me a week before, so it wasn’t nearly as sensitive as before. Even so I managed to orgasm before I left the shower. I did it mostly so that I would be able to control myself in the Galaxy later. Since Big Ed first did it to me, I had been out of control. Now that he wasn’t involved I felt like I could handle things again. I wanted to find out who killed him, so that the whole thing would just go away quickly and quietly.
I dressed in a skirt and blouse but I wore my underwear for sure. I also was dead sober when I left the house for the drive to the Galaxy. When I arrived well after midnight there seemed to be a few more people than the last time I was in the club. Not only that the DJ was working the crowd. I even had to pay a ten dollar cover charge to get inside. I sure as hell hoped that I could find something to make the expense worthwhile.
I wasn’t sure what I should do, but it turned out to not be a problem. “Well if it ain’t Big Ed’s cunt,” a man commented as I walked past. I turned and smiled. I told myself I had to play the part to get them to trust me.
“I was, but Big Ed is gone now,” I said.
“Well bitch you sho got some fine pussy. You white bitches get a taste of the dark meat and you just can’t get enough. That’s why yous here ain’t it?”
“I’m here because I miss Big Ed and I just wanted to be where I last saw him. I’m not ready to get involved with anyone else,” I informed him.
“Bullshit you a ho and you always be one,” he said.
“Well that’s just a matter of opinion, I suppose. So tell me who do you think killed Big Ed?” I asked.
“You wearing a wire bitch?” he asked.
“Why the hell would I be wearing a wire?” I asked. “You seen me on my knees in here. You got to know I ain’t no cop.”
“If you was a cop, it wouldn’t matter none you still a white ho for nigga dick,” he said. I know cause I was one of them that fucked you. You wouldn’t be the first cop on her knees for black dick.”
“Well, I’m no cop. I am just curious. I really did love Ed,” I suggested.
“Bullshit just like all the others, you loved that monster dick. Mine ain’t no monster, but you sure loved it last time.” he informed me.
“Like I said, I’m just not ready yet,” I said.
“I bet I can make you ready,” he suggested.
“Reggie shut the fuck up,” a slightly bigger black man at the next table said. “You can’t do shit for her. You had to beg Big Ed to let you fuck her. You didn’t have the balls to just do it.”
“I did that cause Big Ed was like a brother. Anybody else I would have just taken her right there on the floor without asking shit,” Reggie said. I didn’t comment. I did not want to be a pawn in their chess game.
“You want to know what happened to Big Ed, you need to come here and show me some respect,” the man named Reggie demanded.
“How do I know that you know anything. Maybe you are just looking for a blow job,” I suggested.
“You don’t know and you don’t care. You just love sucking black dick. So come over and show me some respect and I’ll tell you what I know,” he demanded. “First go into the bathroom and take off that bra and your panties. You know better than to talk to your Daddy dressed like that. Don’t you bitch?”
So there I was, it was go along or leave with my tail between my legs. I stood up. “Where you going bitch?” he asked.
“To the bathroom,” I replied.
“Good,” was all he said to me. But to the black woman at the table he said, “You need to get back to work.”
“Yes Daddy,” she answered. I left the table before she did. I walked to the bathroom to remove my underwear. It was a hard decision for me to make, but I told myself that I wanted to know what this guy knew about Big Ed. I hadn’t given all that many blow jobs, but I could always fake it I figured.
When I left the bathroom, I felt very slutty with my pussy exposed and my boobs flopping around. It wasn’t a totally new feeling. but I didn’t do it often enough to get past the nasty sexy feeling. The new man in my life obviously knew that.
I stalled as long as I could, then I walked back into the club. I found him still sitting in the rear of the room. He wasn’t alone by any means, but he wasn’t in the front either. There was a very small amount of privacy where he was sitting, but it wasn’t completely private either.
When I returned I knelt in front of his chair and looked at the floor just as I had for Big Ed. “Kiss it bitch,” he demanded.
“Yes Daddy,” I said as I opened his pants. I found his cock, It wasn’t erect so it was easy to work out of his pants. When I had it exposed, I put my lips to the head of it. I could smell him even before I tasted his slightly gamy taste.
“Now open your mouth like the slut you are,” he said. I opened my mouth and he pushed my head down on his cock. He wasn’t nearly as thick as Big Ed or as long but he was longer than anyone I ever had except for Big Ed. He was also thicker than a large cucumber. It wasn’t impossible to get the head of his cock into my mouth but my mouth felt very full very quickly. He controlled the pace that my mouth moved up and down on his cock.
“Yes baby now work up a little more spit for it, do it nice and slow just like that. Yes baby make love to my beautiful black cock. Now when I cum baby I’m gonna cum right down your throat,” I felt him stiffen then push down hard on my head. I was able to keep his cock out of my throat but not his gushing cum. I swallowed furiously and still it choked me to the point I forced his hand off me and threw up onto the floor.
“I guess with that monster of Ed’s you never learned how to take the cum the way you are supposed to for a real Daddy. You can work on that. Gonna be a lot of black cock shooting into that pretty white mouth of yours, when I put you on the street.” he said. “Here drink this it will help get that taste out of your mouth.”
I knew better. “I like the taste,” I said staying in character. “Now what do you know about Big Ed?” I asked.
“Bullshit take the drink,” he demanded.
“You tell me what you know before you get me too high to remember,” I said.
“Ed was here when I left and I was the last brother to leave. Him and the manager were the only ones left. So if you want to know more, you are going to have to ask Ty.”
“You mean I sucked your cock for that?” I asked.
“You loved it bitch. I could tell, you are a natural cocksucker. You ain’t done it much but you love it. You gonna love my big dick in your ass just as much.” he said.
“Maybe later, I am here to find out what happened to my Daddy. So which one of these men is the manager?” I asked.
“The one in the shiny gold shirt,” he said as he reached for me. “Now you better take this drink.” While he spoke to me he put his hand on my shoulder.
“No thanks and get your hand off me or the next time I have your cock in my mouth, I will bite the damn thing off.”
“I’d kill you,” he said.
“Then you would bleed to death since there some really big arteries in your cock,” I said as I turned away from him. I walked to the man in the shiny gold shirt. “Hey there,” I said when I reached him.
“I seen you here twice now giving blow jobs next time take it outside or I’m gonna make you part of the show,” he said smiling.
“Tell me what happened after I left last week,” I demanded.
“Yeah, I remember you was Big Ed’s whore. Ed bet the guy you just blew ten bucks that you would come running for his monster dick. So he calls and half hour later you are on your knees with that monster in your mouth.”
“I know, I was there, remember. What I want to know is what happened after,” I demanded.
“Ed and me had a drink before I locked the door. Ed was good for business that cock of his was the talk of the town,” he said.
“Since you were the last one to see him alive I’m sure the cops are interested in you,” I suggested.
“You are wrong slut. Whoever killed him was the last one to see him alive,” he said. “If you have better tits you could work here as a waitress. Being white would be a big help in the tips but them boobs won’t help you none.”
“They work alright,” I said.
“Nah baby, your mouth and your white pussy is what you get by on. All you white whores are the same.” With that he just walked away. “That all I got to say.”
“He is right you know,” my dad’s voice said silently. I immediately left the club. I didn’t even take time to replace my underwear.
I drove to the waffle house for breakfast. It was hard to believe how incredibly nasty I felt every time a draft tweaked my vagina. It also happened whenever something reminded me that my boobs were loose under the low cut top. I was in a constant state of arousal and had to force myself to remember why I sat in the waffle house at all. “Don’t worry honey, it’s okay for you to feel that way. It actually looks good on you.” Daddy said in agreement.
I know it sounds foolish but I wanted to check on the club after closing. Just to see what the area was like that time of the night. So I ate a leisurely breakfast. When it got to be 2:30AM, I drove back to the club. I parked on the street but within sight of the club. Since it was not the best of neighborhoods, I locked the car doors while I waited. Daddy and I have a conversation. He explained to me how I looked kneeling on the dirty floor with the better fitting black cock in my mouth. I was startled when the manager finally left at 3AM. I took a really good look around and realized that there was a towing and storage company across the street. I also saw the light on a post, with a ring for service sign above a door bell type button.
“Ring for service means there is someone inside the lot,” I heard daddy say. “Probably a security guard or a clerk to accept storage fees. Maybe they deliver towed cars to the owners all night.”
“So if I was in the place at three am and someone rang the bell I would want to know who was pushing my buttons.” I said. “Behind the 12 foot fence, the person working the desk would not know who was ringing his bell, unless he had a camera on of some kind.” I suggested.
“It is a long shot but maybe the cops missed it.” I waited for the manager to leave before I went to the storage yard to push the button. “Yeah?” an old man asked after several minutes had passed.
“Did the cops talk you to about what happened across the street last week?” I asked.
“I told them I didn’t see nothing,” he said. “ Why?”
“Did they look at the camera footage?” I asked.
“It’s a live feed. It don’t record,” he said.
“Then what did you see on it, when you heard the shots?” I asked.
“I told you, I didn’t see nothing,” he said.
“He is lying,” My dad’s voice said.
“I’m not the cops hon, and you can deny it, if they come back. Please tell me what you saw. I know you saw something cause there ain’t nothing else to do at night.” I demanded.
“A car is all. It was one of those tricked out old Impalas. It was in a big assed hurry to get out of the parking lot, you know lots of tire burning,” It was then that I realized something else. If I was the old man and had nothing else to do, I would be watching that camera all the time. He most likely saw the shooting.
“So did the man in the car shoot the other man?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was the guy in the tricked out Impala?” he said. “When one spade kills another I don’t get involved. So if you try to get me involved, I’m going to tell the cops I never heard of you,” he promised.
“You see that car around much?” I asked nodding my head in agreement.
“It’s there most every night. It had gone, but then it came back. The man who got killed waited after the other one left. He was standing by his car, when the Impala drove up,” he informed me.
“Did the man in the Impala get out of the car?” I asked.
“Yeah they had words then the guy in the Chevy pulled a gun and shot him. Then he jumps in the car and burns rubber. That’s all I know,” he said. “I’m only telling you this cause you are way too sexy to be a cop. I like the way you look,”
“Thanks,” I replied. I suppose I carried myself differently more than anything else. It certainly wasn’t the clothes. I had worn the dress many times before and didn’t get that reaction. Regardless it was nice to see that even old men recognized that there was something different about me.
“Yes even us old guys know a sexy bitch when we see one,” daddy said.
“I wish you wouldn’t talk that way,” I said aloud since we were alone in my car. I hurried home and went to sleep, since I had a wedding the same day and in only five hours I had to be on my way to the church.
I made it to the wedding on time, for me that was an hour before the start. It ran till midnight and frankly I was exhausted. When I got home I saw the tricked out Impala in my drive. I was tempted to keep on driving, but then Daddy spoke to me. “You need to know how much danger you and Angelina might be in.”
“Yeah,” I said aloud. I pulled in beside the Impala. When he got out of the car, I realized that I had sucked the dick of the man who murdered Big Ed.
“How did you find me,” I asked as I looked at him defiantly.
“Big Ed told me all about you Abbey. He liked to brag about his whores,” the man said. I realized then that I did remember him.
“You knew my name but I didn’t know yours,” I said quietly. I knew that I was at a distinct disadvantage. I also knew that he was capable of violence and I didn’t want to be abused or killed.
“They call me Reggie, but you know that now and you call me Daddy. Do you understand?” he said loud enough to be sure the neighbors could hear him. He wanted to embarrass me. What he didn’t know was that my neighbors had heard worse over the years. When you operate a business from your home, angry people come and go from time to time. My neighbors paid no attention to it. The down side was Reggie could kill me and no one would notice.
“Do you understand bitch, I’m your new Daddy,” he said very quiet and very serious. That was even more frightening.
“I think this is a bad idea,” I suggested trying to defuse the situation.
“Take off your panties and your bra and do it right fucking now,” he said in a menacing voice.
I was glad that my cameras were still locked in the trunk of my car. At least that was a big investment which I felt was safe for the moment. These guys seemed to all have read the same book whatever it was. I lifted my skirt and removed my panties. Why wouldn’t I? Reggie had already had me, and even had me suck his cock. He had sex with me in more ways in just a week, than my ex-husband had in five years.
I did it so that I was not exposed completely at any time. Then I did what only a woman could do. I removed my bra without taking the knit top off or lifting it so high that my nipples were exposed. I held on to two pieces of cloth and believe it or not I was aroused. To be aroused for someone so obviously evil as Reggie was humiliating I couldn’t accept it. I felt like I was going to be sick.
“Now that’s better, isn’t it?” he asked. I shook my head. “Now say yes Daddy.” His voice was menacing again.
“Yes Daddy,” I replied.
“You love pleasing your Daddy don’t you bitch?” he asked in a gentler voice.
“Yes Daddy,” I answered quickly. I hoped that I didn’t mean it, but I knew that it was possible that I did mean it. There was something more than just intimidation going on between us. I hated that I felt anything for him, but I knew that something was making me all soft and squishy inside.
“You know how you are supposed to greet me. You are not being very respectful. You know better,” he said.
I didn’t even stop to think I just slipped to my knees on the asphalt drive. I was terribly uncomfortable as I looked down and waited for his instructions. He obviously knew that I was uncomfortable because it took him a long time before he spoke.
“Do you want to kiss it?” he asked quietly.
“Yes Daddy,” I answered. “Please Daddy let me have your beautiful black dick.” I couldn’t believe that I had said that to anyone, let alone the man standing in my driveway humiliating me. I think I calculated that it was dark as a grave. It was also after midnight so there were no lights on in any of the other houses. I could only hope that none of my neighbors would see me acting like a cheap hooker.
He leaned back against his car and held my head in his hands while guiding me to his hard cock. It had to be eight inches at least and about the thickness of an average cucumber. His cock filled my mouth making it difficult to move up and down on it. He guided my head as he had before. After a short time he began to move me faster than he had before. His cock was banging the back of my throat making me gag with every stroke. I was very uncomfortable and yet it was also a huge turn on to be so under his control.
I had the desire to throw up even before he shot his cum into the edge of my throat. Even though he was into my throat the urge to throw up was huge. Choked not only on his cock but also on the thick cum that flooded my throat faster than I could swallow. I couldn’t believe how I felt as he flooded my mouth with his warm thick nasty tasting cum. I was so turned on I was ready to do anything to feel his cock in me. I was on fire both in my body and in my mind. I didn’t care what I had to do, I was determined to get laid that very second.
I continued to suck on his withering cock hoping to bring it back to life. I licked and sucked even thought my knees were most likely bleeding. I didn’t care I needed his cock so badly.
“My god slut you are the most enthusiastic cock sucker ever. You have terrible technique but you do love it. I have to give you that.” he said.
I felt that his cock was hard again so I pulled away. “Fuck me Daddy please fuck me,” I whined.
“What will you do for me if I fuck you right here in this driveway?” he asked.
“I will do anything just please fuck me,” I said and at the moment I meant it.
“Unlike Big Ed, my dick is just the right size. I won’t hurt you bitch it will just make you fucking crazy for me,” he said with an evil laugh. “Bend your ass over the car.”
I did as he demanded. He flipped my skirt over my ass and spread my legs. Opening up my lips caused even more lubricant to slip out. I was soaking wet and so turned on I was squirming even before he touched me. When he rubbed the head of his big black dick up and down my pussy lips I was in heaven but needed more. I needed that big black cock inside me. I was moaning and crying until he began to feed his cock into me.
I felt it spreading me and stretching me. It was on the edge of being painful but I was too turned on for it to register as pain. It just registered crazy sensations. I felt his cock deep inside me, I have no idea if it reached my womb or not, but it was deeper than any cock had ever been except his from the night Ed died.
“Whose dick you love baby?” he asked. He was obviously not as turned on as I was I could barely think let alone compose a sentence.
“Yours,” I almost screamed at him. It was true I loved the feel of his cock in me. It was big enough to make me crazy and small enough to get all the way inside me.
“Will you fuck any black cock I tell you to?” he asked/
“Yes anything,” I said as I reached the very edge of the cliff.
“Will you eat black pussy for me?” he asked.
It was at that moment that I began to orgasm and I couldn’t even speak for a few minutes. I found that my face was wet from me drooling while I was being screwed. I could hardly stand I was so weak from cumming so hard. I just wanted to go inside and to bed.
“How you feel bitch,” he asked.
“So weak and exhausted,” I said.
“Good, now does that tight white pussy hurt. Fucking you shore hurt me,” he said.
“Yes I do hurt,” I said. It was true I felt pain when I moved, but it wasn’t a deep pain more of a superficial burning sensation.
“Well you go in and take these two pills and go to bed. You will be fine in the morning,” he said. “I’ll call you when I have something I need you to do.” I was too tired to argue. I took the pills and went inside.
I fell into bed without taking the pills. I wasn’t in that much pain and I had a feeling the pills would be a bad idea. I slept well except for the feeling of dry cum everywhere.
When I awoke the next morning I had pain inside my body as well as on my knees. I took the two pills while I sat drinking coffee. I felt terrible for about a half hour, then the pain was gone and I actually felt pain free and a little drunk. All and all I felt very good well past the time Mark brought Angelina home.
Angelina and I watch kiddie shows on TV until she fell asleep. She was always exhausted after a visit with her dad. Mark and his parents never made her nap, so she was just worn out when she got home. That being the case she was asleep by 4PM.
“She is a beautiful child,” my dad’s voice reminded me.
“Yes I know she is wonderful,” I whispered. It was about 9PM when Reggie called. “Bitch I need you to go to room 403 of the downtown Hilton, There is a man there looking for a classy whore.”
“Sorry, I’m tied up.” I said.
“What the fuck do you mean?” he asked.
“The game is over hon. I flirted with it for a while, but it’s just not me. Have a good life though,” I said.
“Bitch, I will fuck you up,” he said.
“Of course you will,” I said laughing at him. I knew that would hurt him more than all the screaming in the world. He slammed down the phone and I was happy about that as well. I figured I had enough of Reggie. I still was trying to figure a way to get his ass busted for Big Ed, cock down my throat or not.
For two days I schemed and plotted but nothing seemed to work. I needed to get Reggie but I really did not want to be involved. It was a matter of weighing the good and the bad of any plans. Nothing seemed to work. I needed to stay out of the press and hopefully out of the investigation, but nothing seemed to be working out.
The plan changed on Wednesday of the following week. It was 10PM when the tricked out Impala pulled into my driveway. Angelina had been in bed for an hour and was fast asleep. I didn’t know what else to do, so I went outside to meet Reggie.
“What the fuck you doing here?” I asked angrily. I debated mentioning Angelina in the house and decided against it. I didn’t want them thinking that she might make a bargaining chip of some kind.
“We need to talk bitch,” Reggie said. The two men with him did not speak. “First you know what you need to do.”
“Oh, what is that?” I asked.
“Get on your knees and kiss my dick,” he said menacingly. I looked at him and knew he was a second away from losing it completely. I had no idea what that would mean to me. I knew that he had killed Big Ed, so I wasn’t sure how safe I was at that moment. I went into survival mode.
“At least come in the house,” I said.
“First get on your knees and kiss my dick, then we will go into your house,” he said.
Since my front door was still open, I reached inside and killed the porch light. I did not want the neighbors to see me on my knees. Once the light was out I slipped to my knees. He already had his cock out, so it was just a matter of moving forward to take his cock to my lips.
“Now baby we gonna party,” he said forcing his cock into my mouth. I sucked it as I knew he wanted. I knew that there was no logical reason to resist doing as he wanted. If I resisted, I might just end up dead.
“Yeah baby,” one of his boys said. “Look at that cunt work Reggie’s cock. I want some of that.”
“Oh yeah Mikey this slut is a fine ass cock sucker. She can’t take it all yet without barfing but man she is a cock lover. I’m gonna work on her throat again.” At that moment I felt him stiffen. I also felt him force his cock into my throat. I gagged but I had no choice but to accept his cock into my throat. I tried to relax and not panic, but having my airway clogged scared the hell out of me. I felt his cock jerk in my throat but I didn’t taste anything. My mouth was filled with my own bile. When he pulled his cock out of my throat, I got my first breath. I was grateful to him for not suffocating me with his cock. My throat was sore and might have even been bleeding. I could taste that copper taste I associate with blood.
I felt hands pull down my jeans and panties in one move. Before I could even say no they threw me over the large arm of my sofa. I felt Mike’s cock press into my vagina. He wasn’t playing at all. He also didn’t care that he was hurting me. I felt his large cock tear into me. I had the taste of blood in my mouth and a cock tearing at my pussy. I was really in a bad way but even so I felt my body heat rising and my breathing getting shallow. I couldn’t believe that I was turning on to it all.
“You loving it ain’t you slut?” Reggie asked from a few feet away where he watched. I couldn’t think let alone answer him. He slapped me open handed on the butt. I felt it sting like nothing I had felt before. It didn’t just sting I felt it on my hip bones and even the cock inside me seemed to feel different and even more painful.
“Do you love it cunt?” he asked. I couldn’t help it, I was ready to cum.
“Yes I love cock,” I said as it tore though me. I felt Mike’s stiffen and cum in me. I lay over that sofa arm gasping for air. Then I felt the worst pain of all as the third man’s cock tore into my ass. He was in me dry and I was screaming and crying. The pain was terrible.
“Please stop you are killing me,” I begged.
“I ain’t killin’ you bitch but you are going to remember me more than these other two. Every time you shit you gonna think of Reggie,” the voice said.
I knew that I was bleeding and my sphincter was bleeding at least a little. I had no idea how bad it was at that moment. His cock had finally spread enough of his precum to lubricate my rectum at least some. I could feel him pumping and it was painful but not as much as when he first forced his way into my ass. When he finally came and pulled out I was a mess. I have been hurt in every possible way. My body was burning and I was in pain everywhere.
“Now bitch, don’t ever say no to me again or next time I will really fuck you up. The only reason I didn’t cut you up is you are prime merchandise. I don’t mark up a classy white whore like you, but I will fuck you up in your head. You play ball with me or next time we fuck her,” he was looking at Angelina who stood in the doorway. She had seen them rape me and worse she had heard me say that I loved cock as they did it. “Now you gonna do what I say or you gonna let us have your little girl?”
“I will do as you say,” I replied. I lay on the sofa unable to move as they left the house.
“Are you okay Mommy?’ she asked.
“Yes honey, Mommy just needs to rest a minute.” I tried to keep my voice calm so as not to frighten her any more.
“Did those men hurt you Mommy?” she asked.
“Yes honey, but they are gone now. Everything is fine,” I assured her. Of course nothing was really fine.
“You can’t go along with this,” My dad’s voice said. “They know about Angelina and she knows about them. You have to do something.”
“What would you suggest?” I asked the dead man.
“You were alone with Reggie, with no witnesses, more than once. What if he bragged about how he killed Big Ed. When you talked to the night shift guy on the storage yard he gave you all the details that Reggie would have So tell the cops that Reggie told you how he killed Big Ed to get control of you. He told you that you were going to be a gold mine whore for him.” the voice in my head said. “Then when you refused they came here and raped you. You are afraid for your life and Angelina, which you really are.”
“I know but it would be better if I let them drag the story out of me. It would be a better more solid selling of the lie,” I said. “I’m going to go with the rape then later go with the murder when they don’t want to do anything about the rape. I will gladly testify in a second,” I said.
“When you get clear of this stay away from the bad boys. The reason they are bad is because they are dangerous,” My dad said.
I called my sister Julie and told her that I needed her to meet me at the hospital emergency room. I wanted her to take Angelina for the night and maybe longer until I was sure it was safe for her to come home.
I met Julie outside the ER then I checked myself in. “So what can I help you with,” the triage nurse asked.
“I was raped two hours ago. I think I have damage to my throat and my anus. I might even have vaginal damage I really don’t know all they did to me.” I broke into tears right on cue.
“Wait right here, I am required to call the police in this kind of case.” she said.
I nodded. I was taken into an examining room where I was swabbed first, then cleaned up and given pain med and antibiotics. They asked if I was on any birth control. I told the doctor no.
“Would you like something to prevent pregnancy?” he asked.
“Yes of course,” I replied. I had a period since I began screwing these guys, so I figured odds were pretty good that the pills would work. If not I would abort, if I got pregnant.
The officers who took my statement carried me to the police station. I explained it all but didn’t mention Big Ed’s killing.
“The problem is you went to Reggie willingly that first time. His lawyer is going to say it was just rough sex that you agreed to have. You did let them into your house. Why would he rape you after he had consensual sex a few days before?” The cop asked.
“He wanted me to be a prostitute for him. I refused and he threatened to fuck me up. Those are his words. I guess ripping me up inside was his way of doing that.” I suggested.
“Yeah well you do have significant injuries from multiple partners. I just think that it is going to be a hard sell to a jury.” the detective said.
“How about if Reggie told me that he killed Big Ed. That he did it to take me away from Ed. Reggie said I would be his gold mine. A classy white whore was how he put it,” I stated calmly. There was just enough truth there to be believable.
I also gave them all the details that the security dude from the storage yard gave me. In the end it got them a search warrant. When they arrested Reggie for my rape, they found the murder weapon in his house. There was enough evidence to hold him on the rape until they made the murder case. In the end Reggie went down for 25 to life. It took a year, but he went away. During that whole year, I didn’t date anyone. It was hard but Daddy helped me through it.