“Do you think I am some kind of common whore?” "Honey…there is nothing common about you. You are ‘Class A' piece of white pussy, and rich black men are willing to pay a thousand dollars each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred dollars just to eat your blond pussy." He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a long time as she drummed her manicured nails on the table. She was deep in thought. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition. “You do know my husband is in charge of the Vice Squad.” Tyrell nodded his head yes. “What would happen to this place if I told him about your blackmail attempt?” “We both know you would never mention this to him or anyone else.” She knew then there was no way to win this argument and asked, “What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my pussy to black men?” “You don’t have to worry about that, my dear. Our Black Mayor is a frequent customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing orders that no Cop can set foot on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However; you may have to fuck the Mayor for free occasionally, but that’s part of doing business in Memphis.” “What about you, Tyrell? Did you enjoy my fine white pussy?” She asked. Tyrell smiled and said, "The best damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more times in the near future.” Abby smiled and said, “You were pretty good in bed yourself.” She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her purse. She was halfway to the door when she turned and said, "You make damn sure my husband never hears a word about this, and we have a deal." Copyright 2019 by tcs1963 All rights reserved by Author Edited by my friend, takemedown This story is from the imagination of tcs1963. It contains Bisexuality, light Femdom, some may even say coerced or forced Homosexuality. If this offends or doesn't interest you, please feel free to find another story. Thank you... Controlled Lovers I was late coming home from work. As I entered our house I noticed the living room was dark. The only light coming from the flickering embers burning in the hearth. Shadows were dancing up the walls, as I desi stood there my eyes adjusting to the dimness. My attention was immediately drawn to the sounds and movement coming from the floor. There on the bear-skin rug in front of the fire, partly hidden by the furniture. I saw what was making all indian of the shadows on the wall. I was standing behind the wall, near the closet where we hang our jackets. Peering around the molding of the entryway to the living room. Now it would be up to their blackmailer to humiliate them. I smiled, feeling lethargic. Oh wow! Did he know what he was suppose to do with that wonderful cock? I’m gonna tell the manager not to let that creep back in here. “She sent me indian another picture without even asking”. “Tell me,” he said, still fucking her furiously. Every gag that runs through her only tightens the embrace, and I have to hold back from blowing my load. As we parted, Mike again pushed me down as before…I knew what was coming this time, and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. “Okay, that is starting to feel good.” I tell him as I arch my back into him. “Come on, kittens, get naked,” I said. They were all eager for me. Burning to enjoy me. I shuddered, a huge smile on my lips. Joe kept grabbing and squeezing my ass and boobs as we walked making my nipples nice and hard . We got to the next bar and got our drinks. Emma tried to squirm away from his unwanted touch as she struggled to keep her voice normal. "Time for what?" I could tell that Melanie’s were big too, but obviously I’d never desi had the fortune of seeing them in anything less than a swimsuit. Can't get it up?" And then covered the connection with some kind of insulating gel. The vacuum didn’t let up and she closed her eyes as she drank him down. “So, I have four buttons on my blouse. "How does that feel, bitch? The hand on her back began caressing again, going up and down her back in soft strokes. “You’re enjoying it,” he said trying to figure out where he messed up. A swell of sexual energy surged through her as they both began to thrust in unison, and her soul finally felt the lifelong thrill of satisfaction to be penetrated by two men at the same time. Sometimes at their home, others at a restaurant. "Oh, Carl..." she moaned. “How can I not?” You were the best fuck ever!" The unmistakable fruity odor told you this wasn’t the same person as last time; the nails were clearly longer and sharper this time. It was a pointless protest that I hadn’t really thought through. And I want you to say it . . . “It’s got vodka in it.”