Alan was a soldier in Iraq when he came across Hawk - a powerful, masterful black guy - a born leader.
Alan's wife, Suzi, had a real craving for some black cock inside her - and after they returned from the war she got introduced to Hawk and from there the craving became insatiable.
Then when some friends come round one evening while Hawk is in residence, Hawk's impressive proportions become really useful and from there the party just grows and grows.
EXTRACT
I finished college, got a job, got fired, opened my own computer
business, and did good. All that took place over the next three years.
The trip to Baghdad was mostly only in my nightmares and they were
fewer and farther between by then. I did think of Hawk now and then.
Mostly when I thought about by beautiful wife, Suzi, with another
man.
Suzi was beautiful when I met her and she just got better looking as
she matured. At twenty five she was simply gorgeous. I’m not just
saying that because she is my wife. Everybody who knows her or ever
has seen her will attest to that fact.
Suzi is five feet seven inches tall. She had a thirty-eight inch
bust, a tight little waist, and a great ass. She works hard to keep
her figure looking good. She eats right and works out at least twice a
week. I always intend to eat right and workout, but I seldom get
around to it. Luckily I have a metabolism that has served me well.
I’ve managed to look pretty good in spite of my foolish habits.
Suzi kept her un-acted upon fantasy about sex with a black man and it
was one of our favorite bedroom fantasies. One night we were playing
bedroom games when I mentioned that I would love to see her and a well
hung black guy. She laughed when I said it, but later she brought it
up.
“You don’t really mean that do you?” she asked. We were basking in
the afterglow of a hot fuck session. I knew exactly what she was
talking about.
“Of course I mean it. You’ve been fantasizing about it since you
were in high school, haven’t you?”
“I guess so,” she admitted.
“Tell me again how you developed your fantasy.”
“I’ve told you the story a hundred times,” she said laughing. “Surely
you don’t want to hear it again.” I assured her I did want to hear it.
I never grew tired of hearing about it.
“I was about sixteen,” Suzi said. “My older sister, Tina was dating a
black man. Of course mom and dad didn’t know about it so they were
sneaking around. One night after our parents had gone to bed Tina
sneaked Troy into the house. She thought everybody was asleep but I
wasn’t. I watched them fool around some in the den. When things got
really hot, Tina took Troy to her room. I saw them start and I beat
them and hid in Tina’s closet. I watched as Troy shoved his big dick
into Tina and boy did he ever fuck her. The light from her bathroom
was on and I had a clear view as they went at it. Troy did her every
way possible, I think. It took a long time for him to finish. I don’t
know to this day how mom and dad didn’t hear her. Even with a pillow
in her mouth I could hear her plain as day. Troy did her for over two
hours and I was getting cramps in both legs. Finally he came and when
she got up to let him out I ducked back to my room and frigged myself
to sleep.”
“Did he come a lot?” I asked, knowing the answer. I hate it when she
leaves out part of the story.
“Gosh, yes. He must have come a bucket full. Her bed was soaked and
she dribbled come all the way to the front door. I never got another
chance to see them in action again. Tina went away to school that fall
and Troy disappeared. Somebody told me later he was in jail for raping
a woman. That was over nine years ago and I still can see his big dick
going in and out of her. I can close my eyes and hear her moaning and
grunting as he did her.” She was toying with one of her nipples as she
retold the story. Her other hand was between her legs.
“You’d like to have a big hard black cock in you right now wouldn’t
you?”
“Oh God yes,” she said, her voice husky. “All the way in me. Filling
me up with it.”
“You want a big black man to fuck you, don’t you?” now I was
fingering her pussy.
“Yesss,” she hissed raising her butt to get more of my fingers in
her.
“Say it,” I ordered. “Say you want a black cock to fuck you!?
“I want a big cock to…screw me.” It’s always a goal of mine to get
her to say fuck. She never uses what she called the F word. I could
see that it wasn’t going to work now so I mounted her, cramming my
cock in her.
“You are thinking about Troy’s black cock right now, aren’t you?” I
asked. “Fucking your sister and the come pouring out of her.” She
smiled, but didn’t answer. She didn’t have to because I knew the
answer.
It had gotten so that almost every time we had sex, black cock was
mentioned sometime during the event. It had become a part of our sex
life. That was when I though about Hawk the most. I could almost, but
not quite, see him and Suzi in my evil mind.
***
When I saw Hawk, I almost didn’t recognize him. He was even bigger
than I remembered. He was bald now where before he had close cropped
hair. He apparently had managed to pick up a few scars since I last
saw him as I was being put on the MediVac chopper. I was sitting in
the food court at the mall waiting on Suzi to finish shopping. He was
looking in the window of a men’s store. It wasn’t his face that caught
my attention. It was how he stood. Casual but alert. Almost like a
spring trap that could click shut in an instant. I was undecided about
going over to him. After all it had been over three years. Things
change. People change. As it turned out I didn’t have to make a
decision. I knew the moment he saw and recognized me.
“How’s it goin’ Byrd?” he asked taking a seat beside me on the
bench.
“Not bad. You?”
“Still alive and kickin’,” he responded. “You shot anybody yet?”
“Nope, but it’s still early. Where the fuck you been, Hawk?”
“Here and there. Mostly there.” There were no handshakes or manly
hugs. It was almost as if it had been days instead of years that
separated us.
“I see. Why here and why now?”
“Had some business in town. Remembered you lived here and thought I
might look you up.”
“You figured that out of a million or so people in this city, you
might run into me at a mall?” He laughed and glanced at me.
“Naw, I need some new clothes and I was checkin’ things out. I saw
your reflection in the window. I said to myself, ’can that be Alan
Byrd?’ I checked to see if you were sitting with one ass cheek off the
bench and I knew it was you.”
“Fuckin’ liar,” I said without rancor. “I sit like anybody else. Is
it possible to get a straight answer out of you?”
“Not likely,” he answered with a laugh. “I went by your house and
saw the note you left on the door. Not you, your wife I guess. Suzi?”
I nodded. I remembered she left a note to tell the lawn crew that we
would be back to pay them before they finished. “I guess that shopping
would either be at a mall or a grocery store. I do need some new duds
so I took a chance. You doin’ alright?”
“Yes I am. Mighty fine actually. Started a computer business that’s
taken off and now I have five people working for me.”
“Need any help?” he asked grinning.
“Sure, you know anything about computers?”
“I know what they are, but that’s about it.” He laughed, “I’m just
yankin’ your chain. I’m not out of work, I own my own business, too.
Got time for a beer?”
“Yeah, just as soon as I find Suzi and tell her I’m leaving. You came
looking for me?”
“Yeah, sorta. I was in Chicago a few weeks ago and I ran into Miller.
He said he saw you had a web site and I looked it up. Got to thinkin’
about you and thought I see how you was doin’” Okay, I thought. That
could be true, but knowing Hawk I figured there was a bit more to it
than that.
I was saved the task of looking for Suzi. She found us still in the
food court. I introduced them, reminding Suzi that Hawk was the man
who saved my life. I’m not sure why I did that. I had told her the
story several times. Suzi gave Hawk an appraising look then looked
back at me.
“There’s over a case of beer in the refrigerator at home. You should
do your serious drinking there.”
“Are we going to be seriously drinking, Hawk?” I asked him.
“Is there any other kind?” he responded with a laugh. It was a
strange flashback for me. Hawk, the man who saved my life, was right
here, but in my mind for a few moments, we were back in the ‘Land of
Sand’. I mentally shook myself and told him a better way to get to my
house.
***
Hawk and I found a cool spot on the back patio overlooking the place
I was planning on building the swimming pool. Suzi brought us each a
bottle of beer. I was surprised that she had one for herself because
she seldom drinks beer, preferring wine or mixed drinks. I was also
surprised that she sat down beside me on the glider.
“Before I forget it, Hawk,” Suzi said. “Thank you for saving Alan’s
life.”
“I’m going to tell you something I ain’t ever told a single soul,”
Hawk said seriously. “I wasn’t trying to save his miserable life, I
was just pushing him out of my way. The jerk-off was between me and a
place to hide.”
“I don’t believe you,” Suzi said glancing at me to see how I was
taking that. Hawk was lieing again. One, he didn’t push me he pulled
me down and two, he told that yarn several times before I was
airlifted out. Five men and two women saw him save my ass…well not my
ass, but you get the point.
“I hear you got another metal out of that deal,” I said.
“Yeah, but you got to remember they handed out metals like they did
ready-to-eat meal packs. Everybody got a handful.” There was some
truth to that statement, but as far as I was concerned he deserved
every one they gave him.
“You still in?” I asked. He shook his head and grinned at me. “I
figured you for a lifer.”
“Had a opportunity to make a few bucks on the outside so I got on the
outside.” He laughed. “My uncle had to go away and I took over his
string.”
“String? Of what?” Suzi inquired.
“Ladies of the evening,” Hawk answered with a slight smile.
“Whores?” I said
“Prostitutes?” Suzi said at the same time.
“Yeah, Uncle Robbie had fifteen ladies working for him at the time of
his unfortunate incarnation. My enlistment came up about the same time
as his sentencing. Worked out pretty good for both of us.” Frankly I
wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. Hawk was known for telling some
whoppers. “I was re-organizing the business by going higher class.
Uncle Robby got out last month and the ingrate wanted his string
back.” He laughed. “Bastard didn’t even thank me for adding better
looking ladies to his group.”
“How much of that shit is true?” I asked.
“All of it…Most of it…okay some of it,” Hawk said with a loud laugh
before he could get it all said.. “Okay, I never could pull one over
on you, could I? Truth is I’m lookin’ for a place to set up a
operation. I figured I could make a few bucks here.”
“Being a pimp?” Suzi asked “So there isn’t an Uncle Robbie?”
“Oh yeah,” Hawk said. “And he did go away for a while leaving me to
run his string. I had some trouble with the old concept and I was
changing it around when he got out. He wanted to keep doing it the old
way so I hauled ass for greener pastures.”
“And t you think the pastures are greener here?” I said.
“My idea needs only two things to work. A good sized group of semi
affluent African-American men and some willing white women. My plan is
to furnish white women to black men. Not scags, but pretty, clean,
willing, white women. No streetwalkers, dopers, or run of the mill
hookers. Soccer moms, college girls, housewives, and women like that
who want to make some serious money while meeting generous black
gentlemen.”
“You are joking, right?” Suzi asked, her mouth slightly open.
“Not at all,” Hawk said. “The start up cost is small, but it’ll take
a while to get the word out. Can’t very well run an ad in the paper,
huh?”
“No, I would think not,” I said. I was waiting for Suzi to come
unglued. She has always been vocal about slavery and she considered
prostitution a form of slavery. “I guess you’ll have to run your
operation by hand until you get going.” Hawk laughed at my quip. Suzi
even smiled.
“Maybe,” Hawk said. “Since you gave me the idea, I thought I’d give
you an opportunity to get in on the ground floor.”
“I gave you the idea?” I said surprised. “What the hell are you
talking about?” Suddenly I did remember talking about it. It was one
of those off the cuff conversations. Frankly at the time, I was
thinking about Suzi fucking a black stud. I mentioned that there would
be a market in the right location to have a specialized call girl
business. I hadn’t been serious.
“Yeah, you told me that you could find a couple of women to kick it
off,” Hawk said. I didn’t look at Suzi, but I knew she was looking at
me.
“Hey, Hawk, I was just bullshitting you and the guys,” I said
quickly. “You know, just adding my two cents worth to the
conversation. Foxhole bullshit.”
“Well, it was a good idea,” Hawk said. Suzi got up and left us. I had
a feeling I was in some sort of deep shit. She was back with more beer
before I could formulate a good response. “I got it started but Uncle
Robbie couldn’t get used to the concept. That’s when I thought of
you.” He was speaking to me, but he was looking at Suzi who seemed
interested in what he was saying. “I had three women lined up and we
were beginning to make some bucks. That old fool couldn’t grasp the
concept.”
“How much?” Suzi asked softly. “I mean what did they charge?”
“Depended on what the date was,” Hawk said. “We were still working
out the bugs. A regular date was five hundred bucks. A date was two
hours and that’s how we could demand five hundred dollars. No wham
bam, thank you ma’am shit. Slow, easy, and laid back. The lady could
still get in a couple of dates a night. If the dude wanted anything
other than a straight date, it cost him more.”
“A straight date consists of what?” Suzi asked. I couldn’t tell if
she was interested or just setting him up to take his head off.
“Blow job and a fuck,” Hawk answered. Suzi didn’t even blink. “If
they wanted some ass it was an extra two hundred. A party started at a
grand.”
“Party?” Suzi said.
“Yeah, one woman and two or three guys. Two women and a guy.
Girl-girl show. There are a lot of combinations. The price depended on
what was wanted.” Hawk looked at me and back to Suzi. “Like I said we
were still working out the bugs, but I never had anybody to balk at
the price.”
“What did the woman get?” Suzi asked. She was still calm.
“Half of what we collected. She kept the tips, of course. I got the
rest after I cover the overhead. Overhead was the room cost, greasing
some palms and condoms. That sort of thing. I had a deal with a nice
hotel to get rooms by the week. I never sent the ladies out to a guys
place or to a flop house. First class all the way.”
“Sounds like you and Alan had it all worked out,” Suzi said giving me
a funny look. “I’m going to order a pizza for dinner. Is that okay?”
After we assured her that pizza was fine she left us, giving me
another peculiar look.
The rest of the evening we small talked about the military, travel,
my business, but the subject of Hawks enterprise didn’t come up again
until he was leaving.
“You give it some thought, Byrd,” Hawk said as he got into his car.
“I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can hook up later.”
“Sure, we can hook up,” I answered. “But I can tell you now I’m not
getting into the call-girl racket. Suzi would hand me my balls in a
paper sack.”
“You might be surprised,” Hawk said with a laugh. “She seemed
interested. By the way, she looks even better in person.” With a wave
of his hand he drove off.
***
“So you and Hawk had it all figured out, huh?” Suzi said as she
turned down the bed.
“That was just talk,” I said. “I wasn’t serious about any of it.
Hell, I have more business than I can take care of anyway.” She got in
bed and I flipped off the light and crawled in with her. I was
reaching for her tits when she jumped on me.
“I hope you didn’t drink too much beer, buddy,” she said pushing her
mouth on mine. When she released my lips she said. “You have some work
to do. I need you to fuck me now.” Since I was only wearing shorts it
didn’t take me long to get ready. Apparently it didn’t take her any
time either. It was one of those beautiful times that she fucked me. I
was just along for the ride and what a ride it was.
It wasn’t until she had fucked me to a stand still that I realized
that she had used the F word on her own. When I mentioned it she
ignored the question.
“Is he the one?” she asked.
“Huh? What one?” Sometimes I’m not as sharp as I should be.
“Is he the black man you want to fuck me?” There it was again. To my
recollection that was only the third time she had ever said fuck. The
first time was when she spilled milk on her new dress, just after we
got married. She blushed for an hour.
“What do you think?” I asked trying to get on safe ground until I
knew what was going on.
“I think it all part of your scheme,” Suzi said. She was laying
beside me, her hand caressing my chest. “Am I right?”
“Maybe,” I said. “You would look good with Hawk’s cock in your
pussy.”
“Is he big?” That was a good question. I had only caught a glimpse
once while we were in the latrine. Men certainly don’t want to get
caught checking out another man’s package. I did remember that Hawk
had told another guy in our outfit that he had seven inches. That
could have been just bragging. Compared to my modest five and a half
inches, seven sounded pretty big. I had, for the sake of continuity,
made mine an even six inches, so I assumed every male did the same.
“Yeah,” I answered. “He claims to pack a seven incher. I don’t have
any first hand knowledge though.” Before I knew it she was up, light
on, and digging into a box for her tape measure.
“It’s common practice to measure along the bottom,” I told her as she
held the tape up to my dick. She ignored me and put the tape along
the top. “I’m not completely hard yet,” I protested.
“I know that, Alan,” she said. “I factored that in. So Hawk would be
two inched longer than you.”
“An inch and a tad more,” I corrected. She gave me a glance. “Inch
and a half maybe,” I amended. “If he wasn’t lying again.” She looked
thoughtful as she put the tape away and killed the light. It was only
a moment later I felt her warm breath on my dick and then her lips on
it. Little Alan didn’t let me down, and rose to the occasion. I
almost told her to get the fucking tape again, but I got busy and
forgot about it.
“Do you want his hard black cock in you?” I whispered as I slowly
stroked in and out of her. She didn’t answer right away, only moaned.
“You got to say it, Suzi,” I teased. “Tell me what you want and I’ll
get it for you.”
“I want it,” she moaned. “I want his black cock.”
“To do what?”
“To fuck me, dammit!” She raised her voice to a sobbing scream. “I
want his black cock to fuck me!” I figured now the neighbors knew what
she wanted if they were awake.
