I woke up on Friday morning with a mixture of being horny, being happy, and, most of all, guilty. I rolled over and looked at the man who meant more to me than anything. He was the sweetest, most gentle soul who treated me like a princess. He was the dream husband every Girl wanted when she was growing up. He was handsome, sweet, intelligent, and, best of all, he loved me. Well, he loved what I wanted him to think was me. Tomorrow, this will all be over; Dave will never know what I have gone through. But now I have to get up and shower, and I have the morning meeting; I will deal with all this later.
With a quick kiss to my love, I was out the door and on the way to work. As the intersections, houses, and trees passed in our lovely upscale community, my mind wandered back to what started this whole mess I had been dealing with. My younger brother Danny was always involved in trying to make a quick buck. That night long ago, he had come to me with a deal to move just a little bit of coke. He guaranteed a big payout for a $5,000 investment. He would get another large investor involved, and when he finished the deal, we would triple both our investments. He made it sound so simple.
Dad had just passed away, and Danny thought that there would be a payday with inheritance money. But after the funeral costs and the funds to pay off the retirement home, there would be few precious dollars left to help pay for our mom's retirement in the old folks home. Stupid me, I loved my brother and always let him have his way. So, I opened my dad's old safe and handed him a big chunk of the money left to me for Mom.
I recalled that last night, the last time I saw my brother. The apartment door thundered as he beat heavily against it. When he came bursting in, he was a panting, sweaty mess. "DEA," is all he could say. His eyes showed sheer panic as he yelled, "I have to borrow your car, Sis…come on, give me your keys!" When I tried to hand him the keys, he grabbed them from my hands and sprinted out the door. There was no thank you, nothing. I waited for him all night, but he never returned.
My mother later passed away, and it has been more than six months since my brother left with my car. Without a car, I used the bus to work every day. After a long day at work and a hot ride home on the bus, I saw a police car in front of my apartment. A police officer was waiting for me on my front step. He asked me about Danny, a drug deal, and a large amount of cash. I told him the truth like my grandma had always told me. After I finished telling him all I knew, he dropped the news, "Your brother is dead in Mexico. There was some business with the cartel." He hesitated as he continued, "It was a car bomb, and I am sorry. There was not much of a body left." I just fell against the wall. I was now all alone in the world.
About a week later, it was one of those steamy, hot summer afternoons when I answered the door to the tall, stocky black man. He pushed me back into her apartment and closed the door behind him. He looked up and down at me and said, "Your brother was into me for twenty large, and I want my money back!" Danny had said he had a more prominent investor named Big Al, so he must have been screwed out of his money too.
"I have $200 in my checking account, and that's for my rent. I don't have $20,000!" I squeaked out.
"Well, you better figure that out soon!" He said as his dark eyes bore into me.
"But I don't have anything; how am I supposed to pay you?" I said.
That's when Big Al Saunders looked at me like a wolf and said, "You got these great big tits and a smoking hot body… I know how you can earn that money back!" His big black hands reached out and groped my breasts. Instead of fear, all I felt was my pussy getting wet. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply with his large, long tongue, and I melted in the big man's arms. When I didn't fight back, he picked me up and headed directly for the bedroom.
He tossed me onto the small bed, and I willingly unbuckled his belt as I looked up at him. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick dark black cock. He rubbed it before me, saying, "You can work at my club. I'll teach you to strip, and you can get all the big black cock you want." With that, I leaned forward and put Al Sander's large mushroom head in my mouth.
I was in heavy traffic as I was rubbing myself, thinking about that night and how I loved how he used me with his 10-inch-thick black monster. When he first penetrated my wet pussy I felt that he would rip me open. But slowly, I accepted his girthy cock. The slight pain faded as I started to love how I was being fucked. I was proud as he bottomed out into me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he drilled his black cock into my white pussy, grazing my G-spot on each thrust. He fucked me for hours, and I loved it. There was no love, just raw, animalistic sex. Suddenly, a horn blew behind me, returning me to the present.
While pulling off the interstate, I thought of the day Dave came into my life. I met him at a friend's picnic, and there was instant chemistry. I remember dressing like a cute and innocent young girl in my flowery sundress, and he seemed to fall head over heels for me. That first night, when he kissed me so tenderly, I knew he would be my husband. I remembered the wedding ceremony, his gentle kiss, and my wedding vows. Then, that night, when he made gentle love to me.
Then my thoughts changed back to me being the stripper I had become. My stripper's name was Tanya, and she loved being a cock loving whore. I thought about that first night I stripped, how awkward it was, how strange it was when the first black man took me in the back and paid me to suck his cock. But how exciting it was to be able to turn men on, especially when I made them cum. Most big black men had treated me like the genuine slut I am. I loved it when they paid me to suck them, or better yet, when they would fuck me for money. At the end of the night, I would usually suck off Big Al or let him bend me over his desk and fuck me.
As I parked my car, guilt rocked me, as it had rocked me for the last few years. The next night, after meeting Dave, I had to return to work the night at the strip club. That was the first night Troy had paid big bucks to take me home, where he fucked me better than any man ever had. My pussy started to get moist, and my panties got wet as I walked into work, thinking of all those times I rode Troy's big thick black cock.
It was hard to work as my thoughts betrayed me all day. Part of the day, I couldn't wait for this all to end, but the other half, I thought about the arrangement made to end all my debt to Mr. Saunders. I would be a birthday present to Troy from his friends. He would get to use me along with his two thug friends. Tonight, for the first time, there would be no condoms as they had paid a lot of money to fuck me bareback. They even went as far as getting tested for STDs, so I decided it was worth the risk. That made my pussy tingle knowing that they would be filling me with loads of their cum. But just seconds later, guilt hit me. I had always made Dave use condoms. I told him that I had problems with the pill and could not take it. It was a precaution to keep him safe from having me pass on anything nasty. I was careful, as always, and had made other black men that had fucked me at the club wear condoms too. But tonight, I am going to be letting them fill me with their sperm for a big payday, one that would end all my debt for good.
Work finally ended, and I went home to prepare for my last night of stripping. I pulled out my new red outfit and my sexy red stripper heels. I thought for a second that the outfit was not exactly where it was when I hid it in my dresser, but I was so excited that I let the thoughts pass. As I showered, I could not decide if I was more excited about fucking the three black men bareback or ending my stripping career. I wanted to be David's faithful, sweet wife. As I showered and my hands moved to wash and rub my vagina, I worried that I would miss stripping, sucking, and, most of all fucking big black cocks. I even decided to shave almost all of my usually neatly trimmed pussy.
I finished teasing my blonde hair and putting on my heavy stripper makeup. I dressed in shorts and the T-shirt I usually wore to the club and put my makeup and stripper clothes in my bag. I looked in the mirror and saw Tanya. She was my counter personality to Stacey. I was a dirty whore when I was Tanya. I wondered if Dave would like a night with me as that slut.
I smoked a joint as I drove to the club. The pot revved me up to decide I would end stripping with a bang. I decided I would leave nothing on the table. I was going to go wild stripping and give the three black men the wildest fuck ever. As I continued to drive away from my married life, my hand slid into my shorts and found my hard clit. I masturbated the whole way to the club.
When I got to the old stripper club, I asked Shanice for an ecstasy pill. When I told her it was her last night and that I was going to have a gangbang, Shanice decided to give me two pills for free. I told her about my guilt of being so wild, sucking, and fucking black men while playing a sweet, innocent wife for my husband. I admitted that I hardly ever sucked his cock or let him fuck my ass.
Shanice said, "You don't suck his cock or take it up the but?" I shook my head no. She said, "Girl, you have to get your freak on with that husband… you need to be his whore from now on!"
She was right. I have to let Dave meet my inner slut, Tanya. He did need to be my happy man, and starting tomorrow, I would do just that. Then I put the first pill in my mouth and drank it down with my diet Coke. Soon, As the DJ announced Tanya, Shanice told me, "Go get wild, girl!"
I came onto the stage as Tanya, proud that I would finally finish working off my debt. Tonight, I would go further than I had in the past. Usually, when I stripped, I would never let men touch me. Tonight, they can paw away and even play with me a bit. Dave would never know that I would go out a star. By the time the last song started, the ecstasy kicked in. I was getting so turned on that my pussy was soaked. I could not wait to be used, to be used by multiple men.
Tonight, for the first time, I pulled out the rug used for the sultry last song and presented myself to the men who had gathered near the stage. The regulars were shocked as they knew I had never gone this far.
I let them all rub my ass, then up to my breasts. It felt so good having those strong hands rub me like the slut I was. Then I felt one man slide his finger inside of me. I was so wet, and it felt so good that I just went along, pushing back against him. I would have let them all take turns fingering or fucking me at that point. I wanted; no, I needed their cocks.
Suddenly, I felt terrible, almost like Dave was watching me. I pulled away and wagged my finger at the big black man just before the song ended. I tried to look up, almost scared he was watching me. But with the stage lights, I couldn't see the entire audience, and soon, I let the fear slide from my mind as I gathered up the dollars that had rained down on the stage.