The video camera was obviously hand-held but the lighting
and the quality was good. She was white
and the two men were black. She was
naked lying on her back. One man was
fucking her and she was sucking the other man's cock. I felt my heart lurch.
Her name is Emily Watson.
She was called Emmy within moments of her birth. She is my wife of a bit over ten years.
The scene changed and Emmy was on her knees and was being
fucked in the ass by a large black cock.
Emmy had a look of pleasure on her beautiful face.
That scene faded and became one of Emmy on her knees
alternately sucking two black cocks. She
smiled when one squirted cum on her face and a wider smile after the other one
dumped his load in her mouth. She opened
her mouth so show the camera that she had the cum in her mouth and then she
swallowed the sperm. The scene changed
and showed Emmy's large soft breasts being mauled and mashed out of shape by
two large black hands. The camera panned
upward to show her biting her lower lip.
That scene was close enough so that I could see her eyes and I could see
they were unfocused. The camera slowly
traveled back down and I could see she had a large black dildo buried in her
pussy. Her clitoris was sticking out and
I could see there was a light cord tied to her engorged clit.
Another change of scene.
Emmy was servicing three men. She
was sucking one cock, jacking another while a third was in her pussy. Her pussy was squirting cum every time the
man plunged in her.
The scene changed again and this time Emmy was sitting on
a black man's cock facing away from the man.
His cock was deeply embedded in her ass.
Another black man entered the scene and he proceeded to put his cock in
her pussy. For a brief moment there was
a look of pain on her face but that quickly was replaced by another
expression...one of pure joy. The two
men got into a rhythm that had one black cock deep in her ass while the other
one was just barely inside her pussy.
Then they swapped places. One in, one out.
The only sounds were heavy breathing from the men and
soft mewing sounds from my wife. Then
her mewing changed to ever increasingly loud moans and finally a muted scream
when she reached orgasm.
I jumped when a man's voice spoke loudly from the TV.
"I hope you are enjoying watching as much as your
whore enjoyed being our ghetto toy, Mister Watson." I recognized the voice. "I think Mrs. Watson has a real talent
for being a black cock slut, don't you?
You know what I want and you will give it to me or you'll never see your
bitch again. I'll be in touch."
***
My name is David Watson and I'm a research chemist. I mean I was
a researcher. I resigned after over ten
years from the company I had worked for.
I became a freelance chemist. One
day I discovered a compound that both caused a woman's libido to run amuck and
her partner to maintain an erection for hours without any long lasting
effects. I tried it first on animals and
it worked as it was supposed to. That's
when I should have turned over the formula over to a drug company to test, get
FDA approval, and market. I should have
banked the money and forgot about it.
Instead of handing it off, I used it on Emmy and me and
it was fantastic. Without a doubt it was
the best sex we had ever experienced. It
simply made too much sex nowhere near enough.
I called my discovery Clock Stopper or CS for short. I called it that because while you were
engaged in sex, time seemed to stand still.
Some big drug company would no doubt find a sexier or more marketable
name.
It wasn't greed that made me hold on to the formula. Since I went freelance I had made a lot of
money. Emmy and I had more than enough
money to live well on for a long time because we didn't go in for an
extravagant lifestyle. I think I held on
to it because I wanted to experiment with it.
When I sold the formula I would lose control of it.
Unfortunately I made contact with a chemist I used to
work with and told him what I was working on.
The truth is I wanted to do a little bragging. Joe Williams pleaded with me to let him try
it and like a fool I trusted him. I put
the CS in an ointment form and added several masking agents so it couldn't be
reversed engineered. Yeah, I learned in
a huge laboratory not to just hand over any finished product. I sent my so-called friend just enough to
try. He called me in just a few days
demanding more.
"That shit is great, Dave," Joe said sounding
excited. "Do you have a buyer
yet?"
"No, I'm still beta testing," I said. "I'll send some feelers out in a few
weeks."
"I know a company that would love to get it,"
Joe said. "You'll be a millionaire,
Dave, because they can outbid anyone in the pharmacological business. Can I
tell them you are working on something that makes sex super great?"
"Why don't you wait on that, Joe," I said. "I'll let you..."
"I already mentioned it, Dave," he butted in.
"I'm sorry, but you didn't say not to." I did a slow count to ten trying not to say
what I wanted to say. I should not have
had to tell him and I knew he was aware of it.
"I guess I shouldn't have said anything, huh?"
"You think, Joe!" I yelled.
"Who did you tell?" I
asked in a lower tone.
"There is a man here in Capitol City that owns a
laboratory," Joe said. "I've done some business with him and he's
solid. Name's Abe Meckler. He'll call you and you should listen,
Dave."
Joe was right.
Meckler called before the day was over with. I was working in my basement lab when the
call came.
"I know we can do business," Meckler said after
identifying himself. He said he was the
owner of Z-labs.
"That's great, Mister Meckler," I said. "I'm not ready to let it go right
now. I have your number so..."
"Yeah, yeah, I understand but I've made over a
hundred million dollars by not letting someone get ahead of me. Can I have some of...what are you calling
it? Clock Stopper? Yeah, that's it. I would like to conduct my own testing. I'm willing to pay you well for the product
to test. Let's say a hundred
grand."
Okay, I said we had enough money but there is really no
such thing as too much money. Since I
was sure I had the formula masked, I wasn't too concerned that someone could
figure it out. I agreed and told him he
could pick up just enough to test. I
started to tell him where I lived but he cut me off saying he knew. That, I did not like much. He said he would see me the next afternoon
and hung up.
I put CS in a generic cream so it could be applied to the
penis and transmitted to the partner. It
was very fast acting as Emmy and I discovered.
Using lab rats I determined that you only use a tiny amount of CS in the
cream. I killed a dozen lab rats and a
couple rabbits before I got the amount right.
In its original form, CS was a clear liquid. I finally figured out that one twentieth of a
gram was just right for twenty-eight grams of cream. Total cost of producing one ounce or 28 grams
of CS cream was about half a dollar and most of the cost was for the cream. I estimated it would sell for fifty dollars a
one-ounce tube. Maybe even much
more. I made up enough for one tube of
CS cream. That would be more than enough
for Meckler to test. It should last for
ten or twelve applications because you only used a dab. More cream did not help.
Abe Meckler arrived the next afternoon. I was a little
surprised because Meckler was a black man or African American or whatever they
are called these days.
I know I shouldn't have been surprised because blacks are
in every walk of life as well as they should be. Meckler was somewhat out of the
ordinary. He spoke like a college
professor and looked like a street thug.
He was well over my six feet tall and I guessed he weighed nearly two
hundred eighty pounds. From what I could
tell, under that five thousand dollar suit, was more muscle than fat.
I handed him the tube and explained how much and how to
use it. He handed me a small package.
"It's cash," he said with a smile. "I like cash because that way no one
knows my business. This isn't just
another form of Viagra, is it?" he asked looking at the small tube.
"No sir," I told him. "Viagra acts on the blood vessels and
makes for an erection. CS acts on the
brain and makes for super sex. The two
things are totally different."
"Would it be fair to say this is an
aphrodisiac?" he asked still looking at the tube of CS cream
"Something like Spanish fly?"
"No, it's nothing like Spanish fly because this will
work on humans," I told him.
"The fabled Spanish fly was a sexual stimulate for horses and never
worked on humans. An aphrodisiac? Yes, I think that's a fair statement."
"Can you overdose using this stuff?" he
inquired glancing up to watch Emmy come into the room. I introduced them. "So what happens if you used more of
this stuff than you said to use?"
"Nothing," I answered. "Nothing except you wasted ninety
percent of it. "It's formulated to
be safe."
"Did it work for you, Mrs. Watkins?" he asked
turning his dark eyes on Emmy.
"Yes," she answered blushing furiously. "It was...nice."
"How often can you use it?" he asked looking
back at me.
"I don't know," I answered. "I would think that no more than once a
week, if that often. It's powerful
stuff."
"So nothing would happen if I used some every
night?" he pressed the issue.
"Yes, something would defiantly happen," I
answered. "You would be worn
completely out. I suspect your brain
would shut down sexually but I don't know for sure. It needs extensive testing."
"How many times have you used it?' he asked
including Emmy in his gaze. I told him
only once and had to smile at how uncomfortable Emmy looked.
"What if you ingested it instead of applying it to
your cock?" he asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "That's why it's still being
tested. There are a lot of
unknowns."
"Is it safe?" he asked. "If it was ingested, I mean?"
"It's not toxic, if that's what you are
asking," I answered. "There is
nothing in the formula that would be dangerous to ingest." I wasn't as sure of that as I sounded. Often
chemicals changed when made into compounds
I needed to test that on some lab animals.
"Okay," he said slipping the tube of CS cream
in his pocket. "Since I'm paying
big bucks to test your invention, I want first right of refusal. Agreed?"
"No, not
agreed," I said. "You are
paying big bucks to test it and that is all." He glared at me but didn't comment. He left a short while later saying he would
be in touch.
"That was a scary man," Emmy said when Meckler
was gone. "What's in the
package?" I told her it was a
hundred thousand dollars in cash and laughed when her eyes got larger than
normal.