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By Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo,com)

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. M+/F, voy, intr, cuck)

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CHAPTER ONE

It had been a rough couple of months for me. First my wife of eleven years decided that she didn’t want to be married any longer. At least to me. Then I lost my job due to a merger of a couple big, heartless companies that decided they didn’t need me any longer either. Are you beginning to see a picture here? If all that wasn’t enough, my favorite uncle dropped dead. It was totally unexpected. Poor man just dropped dead while at work one day.

My uncle owned a drayage company in South Carolina and he was on the loading dock when it happened. Everyone expected that my aunt Jane would die long before my uncle did, because she was in poor health. Goes to show you that we don’t have a clue as to what may be around the next bend.

Aunt Jane called for me to come to South Carolina to help her, and since I didn’t have anything holding me, I went. I had no earthly idea what was awaiting me there. If I had I would have driven faster. I am, by the way, Steve Hawkins.

Aunt Jane told me to go to the office and take over the company for her. She made calls to the office personal and cleared the way. She either didn’t listen or didn’t care that I knew absolutely nothing about the drayage business. I just barely knew what drayage was. It’s moving things, for anyone who is as ignorant as I was. My uncle’s company moved anything and everything to any place.

My first visit to the office was a surprise. Ol’ Unk had the finest looking woman in the state working for him. The office manager was a long tall redhead named, Madeline Whitaker. Mattie, as she preferred to be called, was somewhere in her mid twenties and just plain pretty, with a killer body. She sported a set of big boobs. Mattie was giving me information faster than I could absorb it. By early afternoon I had met most of the employees of the company. Frankly their names and faces became a blur. All except a big black man who had been introduced as Earnest Harrison.

Earnest was the foreman. From all reports he ruled with an iron hand and an even harder fist if the occasion arose. Earnest was an older man in his mid sixties, but a lifetime of hard work had made him strong and very tough. I remembered my uncle telling me about Earnest. Apparently my uncle had hired him over a dozen years ago and even thought Earnest couldn’t read or write, he had worked his way to the top of the labor crew.

The company had two men who did the sales and estimations for the jobs. Charles and James. Counting the drivers and a work crew of twenty men there was a payroll of twenty-six people. All of the trucks, cranes, fork trucks and other equipment was in good shape and some of it nearly new. The warehouse was huge and there was a lot of stuff in storage. Heavy equipment and machinery, crates and boxes of things, and even a couple of vehicles and a motorcycle.

After a couple of weeks, I was getting the hang of the operation. On Saturday night I got tired of watching TV and I went for a ride. On an impulse I decided to drive by the warehouse and check the security. I was surprised to see that there were two cars parked in front of the office. One I recognized as Mattie’s, but the other one I didn’t recognize. I assumed that Mattie was working late and I almost drove on by. Something caused me to stop. Using my key, I opened the front door to the office. The only lights that were on were the ones that usually stayed on at night. There was no sign of Mattie. It dawned on me that she had probably parked her car on the lot and went out with someone in another car. I was on my way toward the door when I heard a muffled sound from somewhere in the back. I silently made my way into the back offices, but still didn’t see anyone. I went on back into the break room and when I saw or heard nothing. I had almost convinced myself that I had just imagined the sounds.

"Fuck me you big son of a bitch!" came the voice I recognized as belonging to Mattie. That voice had came from the warehouse. I slowly pushed the door that lead from the break room into the warehouse area. I followed the sounds of grunting and moaning back into the warehouse. I nearly gasped aloud when I rounded a corner and saw them.

Earnest Harrison was long stroking Mattie as she lay across a store counter top someone had stored. She was totally nude and Earnest’s pants were down around his ankles. The old guy was hung like a donkey. He was plowing a ten inch cock into the redhead's cunt with a fury I had never witnessed before.

"You like that, whore?" Earnest said.

"God yes!" Mattie said, her head thrashing back and forth. "Keep fucking me you black bastard!"

I was rooted to my position. I was standing in the shadows not more than ten feet from the rutting couple. I wasn’t at all sure of what I should do. Should I let them know I was there? What the hell would I say? One thing was for fucking sure. Watching them was giving me the first hard-on since my divorce. I mean a one hundred percent diamond cutter. My cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

"Oh God!" Mattie screamed. "I’m coming again!"

"Come on you fuckin’ bitch!" Earnest said. He pulled her up and turned her around so that she was leaning over the counter while he entered her from behind. Pretty soon he had his tempo back and he was slamming her so hard her feet left the floor.

I watched them fuck like animals for another ten minutes. Mattie was in some sort of orgasmic twilight zone. She was making sounds like a fucked up siren and old Earnest just kept fucking her. From my vantage point I could see her face, but mainly in a shadowy profile. Her big tits were swinging wildly as the old black man slammed into her. Suddenly she began to wail and I could tell that the old guy was about to blast her cunt full of come. It was time for me to leave so I silently went back to the offices and sat down at my desk in the semi-darkness.

I had some valuable information, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what to do with it. One thing was for sure. I was going to let both of them know that the boss knew about them. I didn’t have to wait long and in just a few minutes I heard the door from the warehouse open and close.

They were hurrying down the darkened hall and both of them saw me sitting there about the same time. I heard a soft grunt of surprise from the old guy and a sharp intake of breath from Mattie.

"You have a good time?" I asked. "Sure looked like it to me."

"Mister Hawkins," the startled man said. "I... What... Well shit." He finished lamely.

"Steve!" Mattie said, her voice a couple octaves higher than her normal voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Watching you guys fuck," I answered bluntly. "How you doin?" I asked realizing the question was dumb.

"I...I..." Mattie seemed confused. "Steve," she tried again. "I’m... " she stopped and looked at me. "I don’t know what to say," she finally managed to say a complete sentence.

"No, I guess not," I said. "Tell you what. Both of you give it some thought and we’ll talk about it Monday morning over coffee. Be sure to lock up good." I went past both of the shocked people and out of the door. On the drive to my apartment, I again considered how my new information was going to be of any benefit to me.

CHAPTER TWO

I got out of bed early on Sunday morning with no particular plans for the day. I fixed coffee and sat at the small dinette table and thought about the night before. I knew that Mattie was married and I was pretty sure that Earnest Harrison wasn’t her husband. I knew that I had witnessed Mattie getting fucked by Earnest, but frankly I still didn’t know what to do with this information.

Shortly after ten o’clock Earnest Harrison came to see me. Apparently he didn’t want to wait until Monday morning to discuss the situation.

"Mornin’ Boss man," he said standing at my apartment door with his dirty ball cap in his hand.

"Morning Earnest," I said stepping back so that he could enter. "What brings you here?"

"I want to know how much trouble I’m in," he said bluntly. It was a good question and one that I didn’t have an immediate answer to.

"Fresh coffee," I said. "Want a cup?"

"No sir," he said. "Thanks anyway. Am I goin’ get fired?"

"No," I answered truthfully. "Not for what went on last night. Consenting adults and all that jazz. How long have you and Mattie been getting it on?"

"Only twice," he answered. "Miss Mattie, she... I mean... you know."

"No, I don’t know," I said. "What about Mattie?"

"She kinda come on to me," he said. "I didn’t do nothin’ to... " he stopped and looked hard at me. "I just did what she said to do."

"Like I said, Earnest," I said. "You aren’t in any trouble with me. I don’t know about her husband though. He may take exception to some dude fucking his wife."

"You gonna tell him?" he asked looking at me closely.

"No, I don’t think that’s my place," I answered. "I never met the man. No, the trouble may come from Mattie. She may feel the need to confess when she looses her job. Never know about that, do you?"

"Miss Mattie gonna get fired?"

"I don’t know," I said, again being truthful. "Maybe so. We’ll just have to wait and see."

Earnest had not been gone more than thirty minutes when the other culprit arrived. She too, apparently didn’t want to wait until Monday morning.

"Come on in, Mattie," I said. "How’s it going?"

"Look Steve," Mattie said. "I want to explain about last night." She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a bright yellow blouse. Completely different than I usually saw her at work.

"Okay explain," I said. This was going to be interesting.

"I... we... " Poor Mattie looked completely lost as to where to start with her explanation.

"Tell me, Mattie," I said to get her started, "how is it that you and another employee just happened to use your workplace for a clandestine meeting?"

"We didn’t have any other place to go," she answered in a small, little girl voice. She was looking everywhere except at me.

"So you figured that you would use your key and go fuck on somebody’s counter top at the warehouse. Where did you fuck the first time you got together?"

"The back seat of my car," she answered, again in a soft voice. "Look Steve, I’m sorry and it won’t happen again. I promise you that. I can’t afford to loose my job over this."

"I would think that loosing your job wouldn’t be as much concern as what your husband is going to say." I said to her. "How’s that going to work?"

"I really don’t care," she snapped.

"Really?" I said. "Is that why you and Earnest was getting it on in the warehouse?"

"I really don’t want to discuss my marital problems," she said, color returning to her face. "I just want to know what you intend on doing about my job. The question is simple. Am I going to loose my job?"

"I don’t know. Can you convince me that I shouldn’t fire you?"

"I don’t understand," she said. "How can I convince you?"

"Look, Mattie," I said. "I’ll tell you the truth. Until last night, I never saw a white woman getting fucked by a black man. It was... well, it was exciting. I got aroused for the first time since my ex-wife slammed me around the court room. You can convince me not to fire you by telling me the whole story. You make it good enough for me to keep you around."

Mattie looked at me strangely for a moment then nodded her head. We settled down on the sofa in my tiny living room with a fresh batch of bloody Mary.

CHAPTER THREE

Mattie's Story:

I was popular in high school. I was voted the prom queen and dated the football hero’s. I was living the teenage girls dream. I started dating Billy my senior year and he was the first one that I went all the way with. Oh sure, I let some of the guys feel me up and I even gave a couple of the guys a hand job, but it was Billy that I gave it up to.

Billy Whitaker was the captain of the football team and BMOC. He said all the right words and made all the right moves. We got married right after we graduated from high school. Billy started college on a football scholarship and I stayed home taking care of things. In his sophomore year he screwed his knee up and couldn’t play football any more. I guess things went downhill from there. He left college and got a job with the county sheriff’s department. Our love life suffered during this time, too. Billy seemed like he didn’t care if we made love or not.

One night after he got off work, he and a buddy came home with a six pack of beer and some whiskey. Billy is a man that shouldn’t ever take a drink. His personality does a complete flip-flop. He goes through three stages of drinking. After the first couple he’s funny and laughs at everything. After a couple more drinks, he get belligerent and mean. After that, he falls asleep and nothing wakes him up.

Anyway, that night he and his buddy, Carl Bender, came home and started drinking. Carl is a black man that Billy played football with at college. I heard Carl got kicked off the team for smoking dope. I was already in bed when they came in, but I could hear them talking and laughing. I got out of bed after a while to go see what they were up to. I had slipped a robe on because I had been sleeping in the nude. I had hoped that I could entice Billy into having sex with me.

"Well look here," Billy said when I came into the living room of out apartment. "Ain’t she the prettiest gal in the whole damned county, Carl?" I could tell that Billy had already drank a lot.

"Damned right she is," Carl said, looking at me carefully. "Give a dead man a hard on."

Billy laughed loudly at the man’s crude comment. I know I turned as red as a beet. I said good night and hurried back to the bedroom.

Through the thin wall I could hear them talking. Billy was telling Carl what a great lay I was.

"Man, you are sure lucky to have a woman like that," Carl said. "You got a great piece of ass to come home to every night. Does she suck your cock?"

"Oh yeah," Billy said. "Mattie is a number one cocksucker. Gets off sucking my cock."

"Yeah man," Carl said. "Does she take it up the ass?"

"Naw, she won’t let me do that," Billy said. His voice was getting slurred. "Likes it in her cunt too much, I guess."

"Man, you got to train ‘em to take it up the ass." Carl said. "You got to get ‘em all hot to trot and pop it in the shitter before they know what you’re doin’. It’s a man’s right to ass fuck his woman."

"Yeah, I guess you’re right. "I’ll do that sometime. Got to get ‘em hot, huh?"

"Yeah man," Carl said. "Eat some pussy, play with ‘em some, and if you do it right they’ll beg for a ass fuckin’. I fucked many a bitch in the ass and they loved it."

"I’m going to ass fuck Mattie the next time we do it," Billy said.

"Ain’t no time like right now," Carl said. "Get her ass back in here and fuck the shit out of her, man."

Their crude talk was having an effect on me. I had been horny all day and I suddenly found my fingers playing with myself.

"Maybe you’re right," Billy said. "Mattie," he yelled, "Come in here!"

I lay still, thinking he would come to me. Billy yelled a couple more times and soon the light came on in the bedroom.

"Get up Mattie," Billy said. "Get your ass in the living room. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Tell Carl to go home," I said, "and come to bed, honey."

"Get her on in here, Billy," Carl yelled. "I’ll show you how to do it."

Billy jerked the cover off of me and quickly pulled me around so that my legs were hanging off the bed. He pulled my legs apart and dropped to his knees and started eating me. It felt wonderful and in a few moments I forgot all about Carl Bender. I was finally getting some loving from my man.

Billy, for all of his faults, was a wonderful pussy eater, and soon I was having a small but nice orgasm. Billy stopped licking and sucking and when I opened my eyes there was Carl Bender grinning down at me. Billy had passed out, his face still between my legs.

I tried to shove Billy away and cover myself, but I couldn’t do much good. Carl was naked and stroking a long black, glistening cock. It was much larger than Billy’s. I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking at the moment, but whatever it was I didn’t have much time to think. Carl pushed Billy out of the way and the next thing I knew Carl was pushing his monstrous cock in my pussy. I do remember trying to twist away, but when Carl had gotten a couple inched of his cock in me, I stopped fighting and raised my legs to help him.

Carl Bender took me many times that night. He was on top, I was on top, we fucked doggy style and every configuration you can think of. I must have come a hundred times that night while my drunken husband lay on the floor snoring like a hog. It was after five o’clock in the morning when Carl left my bed. I left for work the next morning so sore I could hardly walk. Sore, but mostly well satisfied.

Over the next few days I found myself thinking about Carl Bender and his large and talented dick. I was ready when he came home with Billy the next time. Billy and I hadn’t talked about that night. I didn’t have a clue what Carl may have told him, but Billy didn’t seem to act any different toward me.

When they arrived I was still up. I was in the living room watching TV. They came in and while Billy took the beer to the kitchen, Carl came into the living room.

"Hi sweet cheeks," Carl said. "How you doin’?"

"I’m fine, Carl," I said. He sat down beside me on the ratty old sofa. Billy came in and handed us both a can of beer. "How was work, honey?" I asked Billy.

"It was okay, I guess," Billy said. He handed me a flat box. "I bought you something."

I opened the box and inside was a set of black thong panties and a black bra with holes cut out for the nipple to stick out. I was flabbergasted. Billy had never bought me anything like it before.

"This is nice," I stammered. "Why... ah, thank you."

"Go put them on and model for us," Billy said.

"Billy, I couldn’t do that!" I said

"Sure you can," Billy said. "It ain’t like Carl ain’t see your tits and ass before." That pretty much settled the question of whether Carl had told Billy about us or not. "Go put it on and get your ass back in here quick." Carl was grinning as he watched me.

I went into the bedroom and quickly changed into the skimpy outfit. I added a pair of black high heels to go with it. I went back into the living room and paraded in front of the guys making my boobs bounce as I did. They both made crude, but applicative comments about me. I could feel the moisture starting.

"Where the hell you think you’re going?" Billy said. I had started back toward the bedroom. "Get your ass over here and suck my dick."

When I turned back, I saw that Billy had his dick out of his fly. I didn’t hesitate very long and I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. As I sucked his dick I turned so that I could see Carl who sat watching us. Carl had pulled his pants off and was slowly stroking that long ebony dick that I had come to love.

"That looks good, man," Carl said. "Mind if I have some?"

"No," Billy said, lifting my head off of his dick "Go suck Carl’s cock, Baby," he ordered me. I scooted over and took Carl’s cock in my mouth. While I sucked Carl’s big dick I could feel Billy behind me. He pulled the little wisp of the thong panty to the side and started to finger me. I was in heaven at that moment.

Carl and Billy took turns fucking me for a while. As usual Billy didn’t last very long and soon he was sound asleep while his friend and I continued to fuck. We left Billy on the sofa and we went to the bed. Again I had a lot of orgasms. Carl was a master at the art of sex.

That night set a pattern. At least twice a week Carl would come over and he and Billy would fuck me. I’m not sure when Billy stopped being a participant and became a watcher only. A couple months, I guess.

When Billy went on midnight shift, Carl would come by himself and after a couple of months of that he started to bring his black friends. I was getting sex almost every night by that time. Occasionally one of Carl’s friends would just show up expecting to get some white pussy.

I didn’t disappoint any of them. If Billy was there and most of the time he was, he just watched and jerked off while some dude, or more often than not, several dudes fucked me. I believe that half the men in the county had a key to our house. I don’t know the number of times I was woke up my some guy or guys wanting to fuck me. I guess I had a reputation as the number one slut in the county.

There was one of Carl’s friends, Toby Bright, who came to our house more than the others. Toby couldn’t seem to get enough of my white pussy. Toby wasn’t as long as some of the others, but his cock was a lot bigger around. It was nearly as big around as a beer can. I liked Toby because he could last a long time. Sometimes he would fuck me for a hour without ever taking his cock out of me. Also it didn’t matter to Toby If I was having my period or not. If I was, he’d just take out the tampon and go to it anyway.

While I was dumb in some ways, at least I was smart enough to make everybody wear a condom even thought I was taking birth control pills. These escapades continued for most of a year. I got more sex in that year than most women get in a lifetime. I got turned onto double and triple penetration pretty early in the games. A lot of Carl’s friends didn’t want to wait for their turn. I didn’t care for anal sex at first, but pretty soon it became just another part of my sex life.

During that year I pulled a train for as many as twelve men on a couple of occasions. I did just about everything a woman can do with men. I was, without a doubt, addicted to sex and mostly sex with multiple black men.