Things went on like this for just over a year.
During that time I guess that I fucked and sucked nearly every doctor, lawyer, businessman, out-of-town buyer, traveling salesman, and judge in Arizona. Harold and Doc had built up a clientele of professional men that was extensive and exclusive, and I soon found an awful lot of repeat business. This was flattering to me, because it indicated I was one of the test, and a girl likes to know that her efforts are appreciated, and that her talent isn't going to waste.
Several of the men asked to become my "sugar daddy", in other words, I would be their exclusive property. They promised me mink coats and Cadillacs and diamonds – all the usual. But I turned them all down – I was making too much money, had my independence, and besides, there were so many rice men that I wanted to keep on seeing and bedding, that I wouldn't settle for just any one.
It had gotten to where I was handling an average of four a day. There was always someone who had told his wife that he was on the golf course, and then would come to my place for an afternoon matinee. Then I'd get an early night job, sevenish, and another about nine, and a late trick. Sometimes, if a man showed up with two coins, that meant he had paid double and would stay all night, but they were not to show up at my place fill ten p.m. or later, and phone first so that there'd be no overlapping. The first time Doc told me that, I thought overlapping was getting too much lapping, and I naively told him there was no such thing! Remember, I had only gone to eighth grade, and there was a lot that remained for my education to be complete.
That was one thing I did do – keep on with my schooling. Doc and Harold insisted that I do that, as I'd need to know more mathematics, business terms, improve my vocabulary, and so on. You see, a lot of the businessmen, bachelors mostly, liked to take me out to a good restaurant or night club, and I enjoyed it. But I had to learn to discuss things intelligently and not be half-witted, so I kept studying.
I remember on the first anniversary of my turning professional, I counted up what I had saved. It came to over twenty thousand, and I had spent a lot on my sports car and my clothing in that year. I resolved to fuck away at least thirty grand during the coming year. If I could do that steadily, I'd have almost two hundred grand saved by the time I was twenty-one. A couple of young stock brokers I served had assured me that I could live the rest of my life just off the interest from that sum if it were properly invested. So now I had a goal to work toward.
I had been cautioned about putting large sums of money in a savings account, as tax snoopers came around and also the vice squad investigated any girls who accumulated too much money without working, so Doc got me a safe deposit box, a rather large one, and I was stuffing my cash in it for the time being.
Then one night came the revolution. I had finished one seven o'clock trick, and a cultured Southern voice phoned and said he'd like an all-night deal, he had his double coins. I didn't recognize the voice, and asked if he was a new "friend". He said he was and that he was just in from L.A. for a week on business. I told him ten o'clock sharp and I'd show him a good time. I was ready and waiting for him.
I answered the door chime and there standing at my door was a huge Negro. He smiled and held up two coins. "I'm the gentleman that phoned earlier," he said softy.
I had never balled a black man before. Had never even known one to speak to, and the subject had never come up with Harold and Doc. I guess that I was somewhat prejudiced and thought that whites fucked whites and blacks fucked blacks. I had just never given it any thought. He must have seen or felt or sensed my hesitation.
"May I come in?"
"Oh, uh, yes. Yes, come in," I said, aware now that we had been staring at each other for about forty long silent seconds. "There," I waved. "Sit down. A drink? What'll it be?" I walked to the wet bar.
"A weak Scotch and water would be fine." I felt his eyes following my hips as I walked, and I knew his gaze was fixed on me as I poured his drink and brought, it to him. "Ah, fine. Thank you." He paused, then looked up at me as I sat nearby sipping my own drink. "I'll bet I'm the first black man… right?"
I felt like a fool blushing as I tried to smile when I nodded agreement.
"If it bothers you terribly, I can leave. Although I have heard so much about you," he said softly, and named a couple of my white customers who were nice men. "And you are as beautiful as they said, or even more so. But you did surprise me a bit, Sheri. It is Sheri, isn't it? Yes, well, they said you were a lot of woman, and on and on, and frankly I expected a tall, statuesque Amazon, I guess. Instead, I find a dainty, petite little princess type. Very luscious, I might add. Cheers!" We lifted our glasses in a toast.
His soft, cultured voice and gentle approach and his offer to retreat if I so desired, all combined to disarm me and forced me to reappraise the situation and my feelings.
"I think we'll have a fine time," I smiled at him, and saw him relax a bit at my acceptance of him.
"In that case, I think I'll have a good strong belt of Scotch and water this time!" he laughed. "I honestly feel like a schoolboy on his first date tonight. Silly, I know, but the instant I saw you in the doorway, I wanted you to like me. Nutty, huh, for a man forty years old?"
"Well, to be honest," I said, and I looked him in the eye as I told him, "I wasn't sure whether I'd ball you or not. I'd never known a colored… er, a Negro…"
"I think we're 'black' this season," he grinned.
"O.K., I'd never known any black people before, and I suppose I had the usual idiot brainwashing about prejudice that everyone gets in a small Midwestern town. Of course, I got over a lot of other silly early concepts, too – like virginity and prostitution and drinking and fellatio," I laughed. "So you are the final adaptation to uninhibited sophisticated adult, modern living. Welcome aboard, sir."
"I'll drink to that," he said, and set down his drink after sipping it. "May I use your phone a moment and then we can settle down to pleasure. The phone call's business."
He dialed a number and when it answered, he spoke very happily. "Hi! Carl here. Just wanted you to know everything's perfect. Go ahead and spend it. Goodnight." And then he hung up and turned to me. "The bedroom?" he said, then followed. He noted with approval, the king-size bed and other beautiful furnishings.
"Business must be very good, Sheri, from the looks of this layout."
"Yeah – I average about eighteen or twenty tricks a week, and I get half the fifty they pay Doc and Harold, and all my expenses are paid, so it's not too bad," I replied.
"Half the fifty? You're kiddin', baby!" he exploded.
"What do you mean?" I didn't understand.
"You mean to say you don't know that they're charging from a hundred to a hundred fifty per trick? And only givin' you twenty-five? Holy Christ, child, you've been workin' for peanuts! You made what – about thirty grand the past years?" As I nodded mutely he went on: "While they were sockin' away over a hundred grand offa your work, honey! I'll be Goddamned! You are kidding, aren't you?"
My mind whirled at the figures he'd given me, and then I began to understand that when a man gave me a fifty or hundred-dollar tip, which was fairly frequent, they were not doubling their expense, they were just leaving a tip. I began to get furious at Doc and Harold at the thought of their screwing me physically once a week and financially twenty times a week. Sonsabitches!
"Hell, Sheri, I know it's true – I saw their books, and I've talked to half a dozen of their steady customers, although they don't know that yet. C'mere, honey." He motioned me to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. "I've got some news for you. You remember my phone call? It was to Doc. I was with him and Harold from four until nine tonight. We made a deal. I bought you. I gave them two hundred grand to take you over. They were not to spend it – I sort of left it in 'escrow' with them till I checked you out. But now you're mine. Whattaya think, baby? Like to work for me? The big difference will be that you charge a flat two bills, and you get a C-note per trick. It's four times as good for you and I'm satisfied. I'll net about a hundred grand offa you and in two years I'll have my money back and make money on you for about five years. The day you turn twenty-one, you're free and on your own. I only handle girls. Deal?"
I was numbed, confused, bewildered, and furious! That Doc and Harold had cheated me. That they had "sold" me when I didn't "belong" to them. That, oh hell, I was mad about everything. Did I want this deal? I didn't know. The figures – one hundred thousand dollars a year – were beautiful, and the chance to recoup and beat out Doc and Harold was intriguing. And Carl had said that my setup would be about the same – only the profit would be changed to protect the naive.
"Deal!" I stuck my hand out to him, and he shook it gravely and then held it tenderly. "Fine, that takes care of the business. Now the pleasure, boss," I said, and leaned toward him, put my arms around him, and kissed him. It began softly and gently, and then as I felt his lips part and his jaws widen, I darted my tongue into his mouth and felt the huge wetness of his tongue matching mine. His arms encircled me and held me tightly, and one hand roved down to my hips and softly patted my hard round buttocks. I let a hand drift to his lap, and the enormity of his cock as it was already aroused. We broke the clinching kiss.
"Let me undress you, Princess," he said, and his hands moved rapidly over my garments as he disrobed me very tenderly. When I stood nude before him, he eyed me up and down appraisingly, smiled and nodded, and stood up and slipped out of his clothes hastily. Carl was about six-two, two hundred and ten, and the kinky wool on his head was matched by sparse patches on his chest and crotch. What hung between his legs was something else.
"Jesus Christ, Carl! That's a beauty, all right, but we'll hafta do it like porcupines – very carefully!" I said.
"Wait'll it's fully hard, honey. Eleven and three-fourths inches long and exactly two and a quarter diameter. Never had one like that? We'll go easy. Best in the West, though and you'll learn to love it. They all do."
"O.K., I love lots of cock. But I never knew there was that much in any one package! Wheee-ew! Let me set the pace, huh, and before it's over, you'll be happy," I promised my new owner.
"Sure… we've got all night. Hell, we've got all year if necessary. One of the advantages of being the boss," he grinned. He lay back on the bed. "Help yourself, little one. But be gentle with me, I'm so delicate." We both laughed.
As I sprawled beside the massive Negro and picked up the hard tree trunk he called his cock, I noticed the huge throbbing veins that stood a full quarter inch up from the shaft. The shaft itself was a shiny black, almost as if it had been polished, and as I lifted it up closer to study it – it felt as if it weighed ten pounds – I saw that the pinkish-red coronal rim was topped by a bluish-purple head that was so enormous that I knew I'd never be able to take even a fourth of his eleven-plus inches for the simple reason that the first inch wouldn't be able to penetrate any one of my orifices. My jaws couldn't possibly stretch to accommodate its width, and as for my cunt and even tighter asshole, no way! That much cock would split me in two, tear me apart! Shit! What was I gonna do?
"Best bet would be to work on it like a harmonica or eatin' an ear of corn," I heard Carl's voice interrupt my reverie. "Grab it at each end with a tight fist and go back and forth end to end and nibble on it. Bite it gently with your teeth, and suck it hard with your lips, and bathe it all hot and wet with your tongue. It'll answer, and sit right up for you. But you got such a small mouth, I'm afraid your teeth'll scrape me raw if you try to French me regular. Oh, I do want you to eat me, though, darlin'. Suck 'em!"
I did as was told, and felt the pulsing of his mighty weapon as it responded to my caresses and mouthings, and in no time my hands were able to go only about halfway around his colossal cock, it had grown so. I didn't question his measurement figures – I could see and feel they were true.
I had heard all kinds of rumors and tales about colored gentlemen, but now I was learning firsthand. And as I went merrily up and down the length of his huge tool, I found myself wondering if I could take him inside of me. I didn't want to get hurt or have him tear me apart, but if only there were some way to have all that glistening black cock crammed up inside me, I'd be in heaven, because I loved cock more than anything in the universe, and here was more cock than I'd ever dreamed of.
My tongue braced hotly over each raised vein that responded poundingly to my wet lickings, and the rigid muscles of his massive prick stiffened even more as my lips suctioned and tugged at the shiny black surface. I let my teeth caress his meat with tender nibbles, and the stimulation of all of these gestures of mine soon had Carl moaning.
I moved up farther in the bed so that I could face his great weapon head on, and it looked from in front like a big cannon, the cock-eye staring at me avidly. The hole was as large as my little fingernail, and I could envision the torrent of jism wildly surging forth from it when I was bringing him to completion. I licked my lips at the thought of the taste of his tide of cum drowning me, and set to work on the glans with renewed enthusiasm.
At the first hot wet touch of my tongue upon the sensitive underside of his huge cockhead, his hips jerked, and the enormous cock leaped and bucked in my two-handed grip, and a happy whimper escaped his lips. His eager response to my Frenching was gratifying, and I set to work on him with the sole mind-searing idea of satisfying him like he had never before known. Somehow, some way, I was going to get all of his black club in me, if it killed me!
I yawned wide and slid my spit-slick lips over the head that reared before me. As I felt my teeth scrape just a bit on the purple skin of his glans, Carl's hands seized the back of my head and tugged me further down onto it. It felt as if the skin would split at the corners of my mouth as he fiercely and savagely thrust his cock into my baby mouth. Then, with a little "plop", the head was inside my mouth, and I could feel the rhythmic pound of his pulse against my cheek linings and the fiery heat of his contact as his cockhead filled my jaws to stretching.
He lay still then, and I rested a moment, trying to catch my breath and get used to having such a mouthful of wonderful big black cock. Actually, I was trapped, for the flare of his rim was so vast that I couldn't have opened my jaws to get his meat out of my face if I'd have tried. But I wasn't trying to get it out – I was trying to find some way to get my tongue free so I could fuck it and lave his delicious tool to orgasm. The thought of this much cock in me, even if only in my mouth so far, made me drool, and I forced my little red tongue sideways, back and forth, across the exquisitely slick underside of his glans that crammed me to the utmost. I could immediately feel his answering touch as he petted and stroked my head and crooned soft words of happiness as I laved his cock vigorously.
His hips thrust gently and slowly – not to get more cock into my mouth, but just to rub and sway what was already packed inside my head. "Oh God, that's lovely, little Sheri," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "There's nothin' in life better'n fuckin' little white girls, and you're the best, my darlin', the best ever. Yeaaaah! Oooh, that tongue of yours is so hot, so naughty, so wild! Keep it up baby doll, keep it up. I'm gonna blow your tonsils out in about ten seconds, honey, so hang on yes tight there more and faster yeah, get it love get it nooooow!" And then he came – rich and thick and hot and my head rocked under the impact of his balls unloading the mightiest stream of cum I had ever tasted. It shot forth and blasted the back of my mouth, rocketed down into my throat, and no matter how fast I gulped and swallowed, each wave was followed by another spurt bigger than the last, till I thought I'd either drown in his cum or my belly would overflow and it would back up on me. I chewed with my jaws and teeth, and the abrasion milked another jet from his loins, and then Carl was lying back, panting.
Between the momentary limpening of his cock, and the awesome mouthful of slick and slimy cum that paved my cheeks and lips, he was able, with a mighty tug, to withdraw his glans from my face. I rubbed under my ears where my jaws were aching from their enormous straining and stretching, and licked my lips to get every last molecule of his thick jism. It was different – sweetish, rather than the acid-salt taste that mast men have. I looked up at my big black lover and asked him about that.
"Do blacks have different cum? That tasted so good and sweet, instead of salty, Carl?"
"No, honey, niggers – and don't be afraid to say that word – hell, you can call me anything, as long as you call me when you want sex. Naw, sperm is sperm, black, white, or plaid. But I'm sterile, y'see. I had a vasectomy, and if a guy's sterile, the salty taste goes away. At least, that is what a lot of expert female cocksuckers tell me. I wouldn't know – I've never sucked any cocks!" he laughed. "But as long as you liked it, who cares? Goddam, you are lovely Sheri. Hope you're not too little. But I brought a little something along that might help, in case we have a lot of difficulty. But no hurry, honey – we've got all the time in the world, right?"
"Are all blacks built like you, Carl?" I asked naively.
"Hell, no, I'm the king of cocksmen. Leastwise, I've never known one to be better. Lots of your customers'll be blacks from now on, although I've got rich clients in all colors and shapes and sizes. The main thing most of my customers want is a tight cunt. That you've got, I heard, and I'm sure it's true. A tight cunt makes a man feel bigger and stronger, and king for a night, and that inflates the male ego. Me, I don't need any ego-inflation, I know I'm the biggest and best."
"Any gal that wants or needs more cock than yours," I grinned, "would have to marry a horse."
"Hell, I've got one gal that fucks a horse – a Shetland pony, really. She gets two hundred a trip. She lays back over a barrel, and we guide the meat up in her. She's had her insides all out for years, and her cunt's been stretched out since she was a teenybopper – an ordinary man couldn't touch sides or bottom in it. She'd be outa business if it weren't for those exhibitions she puts on. She says I'm the only guy she's met who can do her any good, so naturally I never pay for it – just stop by every couple of weeks and do the bitch a favor. She says she masturbates with a two-quart thermos bottle, and I believe her. I can stick my fist up in her past my wristwatch, and that is too much. But she brings her money to me – my half, that is, and she keeps fairly busy, so I can't gripe."
"How many girls working for you, Carl?" I asked.
"I have seven now, including you. I was actually recruiting here in Phoenix when I came here. Combines business and pleasure in one trip. Four of my chicks are in L.A. and the others are here in Phoenix. Where would you rather work, Sheri? I figured keepin' ya here in Phoenix, since you have a pretty steady clientele already built up. O.K.?"
"Sure. Hell, I'll make you plenty in this town. Burns my ass to think how Harold and Doc cheated me for a whole year."
"Forget it. You've been a loser all your life – I know your whole history." He snorted and laughed. "Funny thing – most whores figger that when they're fuckin' niggers, they're at the bottom of the line. With you, you're just startin' to get ahead and maize money. For the first time in your silly life you're not a loser." He had gotten up and poured us a couple of drinks. "Well, here's to sex and prosperity."
I gladly drank to that. Then I asked what was on the program for the rest of the night – what would he like to do?
"I'd love to fuck you right now, nonstop for hours, Sheri, but I got to thinkin' – if I stretch you all out of shape and maybe tear you up inside, I've blown a two hundred thousand dollar investment. But I'll be damned if I can leave you alone. I think we can combine both – the fuckin' and the tightness of your baby cunt. C'mere."
I obediently went over to him and he lay me on the bed with my heels hooked on the edge of the mattress and my head centered on the middle of the bed. With my ass on the lip of the bed and my knees hiked up and spread wide, he knelt before me.
"Kee-rist! That has got to be the tiniest and tightest little pink cunt I've ever seen on a gal that loves to fuck like you do, angel!" I felt the drops of juice trickle out of my hairline crack and down the crease of my ass as his soft gentle hands stroked slowly up and down the entrance of my pussy. He flicked my clitoris a couple of times and saw my hips buck and twitch as the exquisite electric thrills began to surge through me. He smiled.
"Just a second, darling. You're gettin' hot, and that's good. I'm always hot. I was gonna eat you up, but I don't think I dare right now. I'd get so Goddam carried away with it that I might bite your cunt right out of your body and chew it up and swallow it. I did that once, and the bitch like to bled to death. Ruined her for fuckin', too." I wondered if he was kidding me, and then he arose and went over to his coat that hung on the back of a chair. He came back immediately with a shiny chrome instrument in his hand, and when I asked what that was for, he said it was a dilator, an instrument used by physicians to enlarge an opening.
"Lotsa girls just use a dozen carrots, graduated in size, and keep ramming and punching away until they can keep takin' bigger and bigger ones, but this is more scientific. Here, I've been holdin' it in my hands, the metal parts are warm, and now I'll just put this little rod inside your sweet pussy. There. See, no pain, you can hardly feel anything, right?" When I nodded agreement, he twisted the handle of the instrument, and I could feel the rod open up and fill my cunt more. He didn't push it farther in, it just expanded in diameter, and it didn't hurt at all. Felt kinda funny and different was all.
Then he pushed gently until about six inches of the metal was up in my, snatch and then twisted the handle again, and I could feel another swelling inside my vagina. It felt like a man had put it in soft, and then it grew hard and big inside me. It felt good, and then as he turned the knob again, I could feel the slow swelling pressure of my cunt walls giving ground to the thick invader. It still didn't hurt – just felt like I was stuffed and overfull. One more turn, and Carl had my cunt walls so distended that my thigh muscles were being strained, and I asked him to stop.
"Hell, we're halfway there now, so let's rest." He withdrew the instrument, and it felt so wonderful coming out, all that thick hardness stroking my linings and reminding me of a massive fuck, that I looked down at his colossal cock and wished that I could have it in me now!
"There, see, I got it up to an inch and a half before you called it quits. And I'll help you along another way, too, baby." He produced a small vial of fluid from his coat pocket. "This is what's called a topical anesthetic. You just rub it on the skin, and it soaks in and helps hide any pain I might cause. Dentists rub it on your gums before giving you a hypo. It works, and makes it easier the first time. Goddam!" he exclaimed as he saw my hips writhing and twisting seductively and noticed the shiny beads of joy juice that oozed from my avid steamy cunt. "You are ready, ain't ya?"
He poured a bit of the anesthetic over his forefinger and middle finger, and then I lay back and he inserted both of his huge digits at once into my slick and hungry snatch. He crammed them dear up inside me, and it felt so good to have a warm male touch in my cunt that I ground down firmly onto his fingers until I felt his nails scratch against the hard mouth of my little womb at the end of the tunnel. Then his fingers came alive inside me, clawing and massaging the velvet pink lining of my slick cave, and gradually I became aware that it was "going to sleep", getting numb like your foot does if you sit wrong for too long. I could still feel the muscular resistance to his manipulations, but not the surface friction. It felt funny, but nice, real nice.
"Baby, I can't wait," Carl said softly as he stood up and withdrew his dripping fingers from my tight cunt. "You are gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before. That I can guarantee you." He clambered up on the bed beside me. "Pull your knees back up onto your chest, Sheri, and give me a clear shot at that delicious pussy I need so bad."
I did as he told me, and felt the heat of his enormous knob as it touched the tender outer lips of my slick cunt. A drop of spit on his glans lubricated the cum-covered purple knob, and as his fingers parted my seeping pink lips and he positioned himself directly before his target, I took a deep breath and braced myself for his initial entrance. I shut my eyes and merely hoped that he wouldn't split me in two with his meat.
Then Carl lunged! I felt the bending of his cock at my cunt entrance as the awful resistance of my tight pussy held him up for a brief instant, and then came the savage invasion as yard after yard of his immense cock impaled me. I couldn't help it – I screamed and fought and cried as the terrible stabbing cock ripped and tore and stretched my insides beyond belief, and I felt the river of blood come pouring from my snatch as the monstrous black weapon surged and seared up in my tender cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!! Nono no stop Carl! Oh God you're killin' me aaaarrrrggghh!!! Oh God oh God you've torn me all up inside stop stop you dirty nigger you're killin' me!! Take that pole outa me oh Carl oh God I can't take it I can't take it Carl please oh Christ pleeeeease!" Then, as he launched his second assault and I felt my legs being driven wide apart again by his onslaught, and every muscle in my thighs, my belly, my hips were being ravaged, by his relentless and irresistible power and size, I mercifully blacked out.
Even in my unconsciousness, the screaming pain and endless hurt of his insertion penetrated through the black fog, and every nerve ending was lanced by the fierce piercing hurt that permeated every ounce of my body. He said later, when I came to, that he was afraid for a second that he had really killed me, and since he was that far along, he figured that he might as well give me a good thorough screwing, so he pounded and rammed all of his cock up inside me for a full ten minutes before he let his load go.
When I roused – he said I was out for twenty minutes – I looked down at my ravaged little body, and saw the rivulets of his cum mixed with my streams of blood that was smeared all over my hips and thighs and belly. My body was one huge aching mass of bruises, and Carl's teeth marks showed clearly on my left breast where he had nearly bitten the nipple off in his orgasmic excitement as he came. My ass lay in a pink-streaked pool of cum and blood, and the entire bed was an unholy mess.
I turned to get up out of it, and the tiniest movement of my body muscles brought a shrieking spasm of pain. Carl told me to just lie there a minute, and he went to the bathroom and got several towels soaked with hot water, wrung them out, and brought them to me and sat down beside me and started cleaning me up.
"Kee-rist, I'm sorry, Sheri. You wanted it, God knows that, and so did I, and then when we got started I couldn't have stopped if the cops walked in and shot me. I knew it'd hurt, bound to, y'know, but it was so tight and clinging and sweet and snug and I just had to have it all. You went and passed out, from the pain, I guess, but your body kept on twisting and thrusting and pushing up to me for more and more, and I guess I must have pushed your womb clear up into your chest, 'cause I had it in to the hilt on every Goddam stroke, and I could feel it bumpin' hard on your cervix and no fuckin' way I could stop myself. But your body wanted it all, no denyin' that, angel. There, that's right, just relax and slump all over. You're gonna be sore as hell for a couple of days, then you'll be all right. I'll fix you a drink."
After an hour of easy rest and a couple of stiff drinks, I went and lay in the tub and soaked in water as hot as I could stand it. Carl put me to bed about one a.m. and lay down beside me and was snoring in two minutes. I finally drifted off from total exhaustion, and slept fitfully for twelve hours, wakening briefly a dozen times whenever I'd try to move or shift and relieve the tremendous pain that dominated every bit of my mind and body and muscles. Shortly after noon I got up and went to the bathroom, and was reminded with each step and again when I pissed, how sore and tender and raw I was inside.
Then Carl dropped the bomb on me.
"I've been thinkin', darling. I think I'll just keep you exclusively for myself from now on. You'll soon be able to take me, and so instead of puttin' you out on the line, you'll be my woman. I won't fuck no one else, and neither will you. T'hell with that two hundred grand I paid Harold and Doc – I make twice that in a year with my stable of broads, and so you and I'll just live the life of millionaires – Europe, diamonds, anything, you just name it, Sheri, and it'll be yours. How does that sound?"
Omigod, I thought. He damn near killed me, he was going to deprive me of making a living, and I was supposed to be thrilled! There went my dream of saving up and getting somewhere, being somebody, getting ahead, instead of being a loser. Now I was going to be the loser of all time! Then his voice broke through my thoughts.
"…and then when you get well and feelin' back to normal, we'll try it anally, honey. You mentioned that you'd had it in the ass before and liked it, so you'll love this huge one up there – give you thrills you never dreamed of."
Yeah, I thought, it sure will – after one session of that I wouldn't be able to shit in a washtub, I'd be so torn up. But how was I going to get out of this?
"…so we'll go over to L.A. for a few days – you ain't gonna be worth nothin' for at least three or four days, hon, and then we'll go house huntin' and you pick out a nice place to live and we'll get all settled down. I just want to spend every minute of every day of the rest of my life lovin' you and lookin' at you and admirin' you – you're the prettiest, sweetest little ofay I've ever known, darlin', and I'm so damned proud you're mine. I'll never let you outa my sight."
Shit! What was I going to do? Whatever it was, I had to do it damned fast, because I was bound and determined that that black bastard's cock wasn't going to ruin me for life. And it sure as hell would if he started ramming and reaming me again. There "wouldn't be sides or bottom in it" as he put it, by the time I was a month older. No fucking way! Not for little Sheri, you nigger rapist home-cock son of a bitch! No way! I let him ramble on making what he thought were wonderful permanent plans for the two of us, including all the variety that the sadistic prick wanted to practice an me, and I made my plans. They didn't include a single damn thing he was talking about.