EXTRACT FOR
A Matter Of Interest
(Shooter3704)

Sally Lewis stood in front of the door. Her eyes were wet and her mouth dry. She raised her hand to push the door bell and paused. She was thinking back to just yesterday morning when Don, her husband of three years, broke the news.



"Sal," Don said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that it would turn out like this. I?"



"I still don't understand," his wife said, interrupting him. "You borrowed ten thousand dollars five months ago and now you owe over thirty thousand? That doesn't make any sense. How could that be?"



"Honey," Don said shaking his head. "I thought I would only need it for a few weeks. The interest is very high? I? Well, I fucked up I guess."



"You think?" Sally snapped. "What kind of bank charges that type of interest? It's illegal?"



"Damn it, Sal, I explained that to you. No bank would loan me the money. Dan Fells told me about this company that makes high risk loans so I went to see them. They lent me the money."



"I see," Sally said, "and now you can't pay them back. Are we going to lose the house? How about your business, are we going to lose that too?"



Don Lewis shook his head, "Not the house, that's not the way they operate." He took a deep breath. "I haven't been exactly honest with you. Last Thursday when I told you I mashed my lip when I tripped and fell?The truth is, I got the hell smacked out of me."



"My God, Don," Sally gasped, "We have to call the police."



"No Honey, we can't do that either. It's my word against theirs and if we called the cops they would just wait and get me later. The cops wouldn't baby-sit me for very long."



"What can we do?" Sally said tears welling up in her eyes.



"Well?.." Don said slowly, "I spoke with Sam Hall last night. He thinks there may be a way for me to off-set the interest."



"How?" Sally said. "How can you do that and who is Sam Hall?"



"Mister Hall owns the company I got the money from. He said?.ah?well, he thinks you may be the answer."



... 



Now Sally Lewis stood in front of the door of her husband's creditor on trembling legs. She couldn't believe that she had agreed to do this thing. She recalled Don's sobbing with a mixture of pity and disgust. 



She had called the number on the card that Sam Hall had left a few minutes before noon. She had agreed to do it last night, but had waited until the last minute hoping that something would happen to change things. It had not.



Sam Hall answered her call. "I'm pleased that you called, Mrs. Hall. May I call you Sally?"



That had seemed absurd to Sally. This monster was going to force her to have sex with him and he had asked permission to call her by her first name.



"Of course," she had answered. "Call me what ever you want to."



"Sally will do for now," Sam said. "You may call me Mister Hall or Sir. Listen very carefully, you will start tonight. Do you have a pen and paper? I'll give you my address and some instructions." He gave her the address and continued. "First I want you to shave all the hair from your pubic area. Make sure you shave your underarms. I want you to wear red half bra and red thong panties under a black cocktail dress. Do not wear panty hose. If you don't have these things, go buy them. I want you to bath in vanilla bath oil. Again, if you don't have it, buy it. Birth control is your business as I do not wear rubbers. You need not be concerned, I am free of any disease. Do you have a preference as to alcoholic beverage?"



"I seldom drink," Sally answered. "I guess I don't know one drink from another. Maybe white wine. I've had that one time. I don't understand," she said, "Why do I have to shave my?er? you know?"



"Pussy, Sally. Call it a pussy or cunt. The reason is simple?I want you to. I hate to eat a hairy cunt. Also I love to see my black cock enter a white pussy and hair just gets in the way. Seven o'clock sharp Sally. Take a taxi, and we'll get you home." He added, "Don't be late."



Sally had sat in shock at his words. After a while she got up and left to do some shopping.



Sally Lewis raise her hand and pressed the bell button. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was exactly seven o'clock.



The door was opened by the man called Big Tom and he silently waved her inside the apartment.



"Welcome, Sally," Sam Hall said, after she had been shown into the sunken living room. "I have taken the liberty of fixing you a special drink. I think you will like it." He handed her a glass. 



Before her arrival Sam Hall had mixed the drinks. In Sally's drink he had placed a small amount of GHB (gamma-hydroxybutylate), or as it was sometimes called "Georgia home boy" or "grievous bodily harm". GHB is also know as one of the common date rape drugs. 



It wasn't Sam's intention of raping Sally, he simply wanted her relaxed and compliant to his demands.



Soft music was playing from unseen speakers and the lighting was also soft.



"Please sit over here, Sally," the big man said, indicating a sofa in the sunken living room. "Let's get to know one another, shall we?"



Sally Lewis nodded and sat on the sofa. Her stomach was churning and her pulse was racing from the fear she felt. She was a realist and she knew it was much too late to back out, but she desperately wanted to run away from this.



Sam Hall sat beside her on the sofa. Close, but not touching her. This was not a new thing for him and his plan was simple. He would court the young housewife and make her his own and he would go slowly. It had worked for him many times in the past.



He began by asking her questions about herself, her family, where she grew up, her likes, and her dislikes. Sally was only vaguely aware that she had finished her drink and that he had placed another one in her hand.



"So, Sally," Sam said, "Do you like sex?"



"Yes, I do," she answered. "With my husband."



"What about oral sex?" Sam asked. Sam had carefully moved closer to her and had been gently stroking her arm and shoulder.



"Huh? What do you mean?" Sally asked. Of course she knew what oral sex was, but it was a subject that she and her husband shied away from. Donald had tried to get her to suck him, but she refused and certainly wouldn't consider letting him lick her. Sally thought that it was perverted.



"I mean, do you give good old Don blow jobs?" Sam said. "Does he go down on your pussy? How about sixty-nine?"



Sally felt that she should feel something at his words, but the combination of alcohol and GBH had served to dampen her emotions. She just shook her head and said, "We don't do that."



"Well, Sally," Sam Hall said, moving his hand behind her neck and gently pulling her closer to him. "Before this week end is over you will have sucked cock and had your sweet pussy eaten more than once."



He leaned toward her as he spoke and planted a kiss on her mouth, gently at first then with more intensity.



Sally couldn't resist. Sam Hall continued to kiss her, sticking his tongue into her mouth and placing his hand on the top exposed part of her breast. This was one of the best parts for him. He loved the effort of conquest and that was why the dosage of drugs was so very light.



They kissed and Sam fondled her for several more minutes until she began to respond. 



"Sally, did you shave your cunt for me?" he asked softly as he nuzzled her neck and stroked the top of her breast.



There was no answer from Sally so he lowered his hand on her breast until he found her nipple through the dress.



"Did you shave your cunt, Sally?" he asked applying pressure to the nipple. When she still didn't answer he pinched her nipple hard.



Sally whimpered and sat up straight, "Yesss," she cried.



"Yes what, Sally?" Sam asked.



"Yes I shaved my? my.." 



He pinched the nipple again, but not quiet as hard, just hard enough.



"My cunt," Sally said. "I shaved my cunt like you said to do."



"Very good," Sam said and begun to kiss her again while rolling the hardening nipple in his fingers.



After nearly fifteen minutes Sally was breathing hard and kissing back, giving back as good as she was getting.



At a touch of the remote control the music changed to a pulsating deep drum beat.



"Stand up, Sally," he commanded. "I want you to take off your dress for me. Do it slowly."



Sally slowly got to her feet and stood before the huge black man. Now the music was louder and she knew that she should be feeling revulsion or?something, but strangely she didn't. She felt a sense of excitement along with a little fear of the unknown.



She closed her eyes and swayed to the intoxicating beat of the music and it was almost like her hands had some command from someone other than herself. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress.



While still swaying to the beat of the drums she let the dress fall off of one shoulder and then the other one and then, slowly as if in slow motion, fall from her body to the floor.



Sally opened her eyes and looked at Sam and saw that he was watching her intently as she swayed in front of him wearing only a pair of red thong panties and a red half bra and a pair of black high heels.



Strangely, she felt in control of this situation and with one foot she pushed the crumpled dress out of the way and pivoted around so that the man could see her backside.



Sally knew she had a good figure and while she normally didn't wear clothing that showed it, this felt good to her. She knew she was exciting the man and that gave her a feeling she was unaccustomed to. She felt as if she was the seductress. It was thrilling for her.



"Now the bra, Sally," she heard the voice say from behind her. "Take off the bra and let me see your milky white tits."



The new bra had a front clasp and so she undid it and holding the bra together she turned back to the still seated man. The drums were now louder and Sally, the young white wife, opened the bra and showed her thirty-six C-cup breasts to this black man. Since maturity, no man except her husband had seen them.



"Very nice, Sally," Sam said giving her a wide smile, "You have a wonderful set of titties. Shake them for me."



Sally could not only hear the beating, pulsating drums, she could also feel it. The beat was a live throbbing thing and she found herself moving her shoulders, making her full breasts shake to the beat of the drums. She was aware that her nipples were stiff and almost to the point of hurting so she slowly brought her hand up and caressed her breasts and nipples easing the pain somewhat.



"Now get rid of the panties, Sally," Sam said his voice husky from the excitement he was feeling. "I want to see your bare white pussy."



Slowly she complied, swaying and moving to the beat of the primitive beat of the drum. She turned and let him see the tiny strips of material cross the cheeks of her butt. When the thong had been removed she slowly turned back to Sam Hall and stood before him completely unclothed except for the shoes.



"Come here," he said, his voice much deeper. Sally took the three steps it took to stand directly in front of him.



"Lean down and kiss me," he ordered.



When she did, he took both of her swaying breasts in his hands and gently rolled the nipples, causing her to moan into his mouth.



Sam Hall released one pebble-like nipple and ran his hand down between her legs. She was moist; he knew that she was his.



"Sally, kneel down and take my cock out," He said.



She hesitated only momentarily and dropped to her knees on the carpet.



Sally took the zipper tab and tugged until it slid down. She took both hands and undid his belt and unsnapped his pants. Sam's black cock sprang out like a cobra from a basket and seemed to stand as tall.



Sally gasped and leaned back, starting to rise and flee the monster that swayed before her. Sam held her arms just above her elbows to prevent her escape.



"Take my cock in your hand, Sally." he said firmly. "Use two hands if you wish."



Sally reached out with a hand that was shaking and took the coal black tube in her hand. It was hot to the touch and alive with energy and larger than any penis she had ever seen. Of course, she reminded herself, she had only seen three. Her father when she had accidentally opened the bathroom door, her high school sweetheart and that was only a fleeting glimpse, and her husband. This thing on Sam Hall was much larger than any of the three.



"Do you like it Sally?" Sam asked softly. "He really likes you."



Sally didn't answer, but managed to convey her appreciation for his manhood by moving her hand up and down, stroking the pulsating organ.



"I want you to kiss it," Sam said using one large hand to mover her head closer. "Kiss the tip of my cock."



Part of Sally Lewis wanted to scream "no", but her head kept moving toward the giant phallus as if it had a mind of its own.



She gave the very tip a quick peck and pulled back almost as if she expected it to charge after her. Then she leaned forward and kissed the purple head again. This time for a longer period, and soon she was licking the head and the shaft and then opened her mouth and put the head inside.



"Easy, sweetie," Sam cautioned. "Watch the teeth." He was very pleased with her progress. He was confident that soon he would need no drugs at all to bend her to his will.



He let her worship his cock for a while then eased her away from it. "Swap places with me he ordered her. "It's time for me to taste your pussy."