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Slut Wife        My wife and I came to St Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands for our twentieth wedding anniversary and enjoyed it so much, we decided to stay. I found a lucrative job selling condos on the Island while my wife took her money from her retirement program to open up a jewelry store selling locally-made Caribbean items. My wife's younger sister, Bianca, and her husband, Chris, talked about coming to visit us but we didn't think they were very serious about doing so. I had just dropped my wife off at the airport for a visit back to the States when I got a call on my cell phone. "Island Condos," I answered. "Hey, Paul," I recognized her sweet female voice. "It's Bianca here. Chris and I were planning on visiting you in St Croix over my spring break." Bianca was a high school English teacher back in Mountain Brook, Alabama. "We already bought our tickets for this week until Chris had to cancel due to a golf outing with one of his most important clients. This is my spring break and I wanted to chill out and relax with or without my husband." "Fantastic!" I replied. "When are you coming?" "I'm at the airport now. Can you be a dear to come by and pick me up? "Now?" I asked. "Your sister just left on the return jet flight back to Miami. Your paths might have crossed. She was probably in Customs while you were arriving. Let me jump back into my car and I'll be back at the airport in about ten minutes. See you then." I certainly wasn't disappointed that my wife's sister came to visit St Croix by herself. You see, Bianca is a very attractive blonde who recently turned thirty, which is about ten years younger than my wife and me. I met her at baggage claim. She looked fabulous! Bianca is a natural beauty so she didn't need any make-up to look great. She was wearing a short flowery print skirt which showed off her shapely bare legs. She had on a sheer white blouse which did wonders for her already magnificent breasts. I could easily make out her little pink nipples through her lacy, white bra. Bianca wore a pair of those cute little sandals that drew attention to her red-painted toes. My dick got hard as she kissed me on the cheek. I love the fragrance of her wonderful-smelling perfume. An elderly black porter took Bianca's bag as we headed to my car. Her beautiful shoulder-length, golden blonde was pulled into a cute little pony tail tied back with a red ribbon that swayed back and forth as she walked. I couldn't help but watch her cute little butt as the porter and I followed behind her. The black porter put her bags in the trunk and I tipped him ten dollars. He held the door open for the lovely blonde as she slipped into the passenger's seat. I saw him looking at her smooth, trim white legs as she sat down and swung her legs into to car. The black man probably caught a quick glimpse of her tiny little white panties and was getting a big black boner right now. He knew that there was no way in the world that he would ever come close to having anything like her. I drove the short distance to the other side of the Island where I have one of the few two-bedroom condos at the Carambola Beach Club as a perk for having surpassed over one million dollars in condo sales. We stopped by the reception desk so I could check for any messages I might have missed while I as out of the office. "Hey, Ilo," I said to the tall black fellow behind the front desk. Ilo is the front desk manager. "How's Tina?" I joked. We have a standing joke about him and Tina Turner. "She be good, Mon," Ilo replied in his Caribbean accent. "Ilo, I'd like you to meet Bianca. Bianca, this is Ilo." Ilo took Bianca's hand in his big black paw. I wasn't sure if he held her hand a little too long or if it was Bianca doing the holding but their hands were together more than what a friendly handshake should be. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Missy." Ike called all pretty women, "Missy." "Any friend of Paul's is a friend of mine, especially one as beautiful as you." I couldn't believe it but Bianca was actually blushing. "It is very nice to meet you, too, Ilo," Bianca said in her sweetest Southern Belle voice. If I didn't know better, Bianca was trying to put the moves on the black front desk manager. She hadn't been away from her husband for more than eight hours. Is it possible that she was already on the prowl? I showed Bianca her room which was next to the one that I normally share with my wife. Bianca said that she wanted to take a short nap and freshen up before dinner. Friday night is the Carambola's Caribbean Pirate seafood buffet. It was some of the best food on the Island. It was as good as usual tonight. We ate, we drank and then the Mocko Jumbies came on as the entertainment. These are some of the local Islanders dressed up in Caribbean costumes on stilts to make them look like giant spirits. Unbeknownst to me, the bartender normally spiked the drink of the new attractive women with a mild aphrodisiac. Tonight was no exception with Bianca's Pina Colada. While she danced with me, Bianca seemed to be rubbing much closer to me than I have ever noticed that she ever did before. Maybe it was because my wife wasn't there or that her own husband wasn't. Maybe she just wanted to have fun tonight. We both had several drinks and close to midnight so we walked back over to my condo. I had barely gotten into my bed when I felt someone slip into the bed with me. I turned to greet my wife's naked sister. I had dreamed of something like this but never before did I ever dream that it might come true. I already knew that she was a true blonde because one time I went to the bathroom at her house. She hadn't locked the bathroom door and I walked in on her while she was on the toilet peeing. At first she tried to hide her private parts but she had to pee so badly that she couldn't hold it. I was mesmerized as she spread her legs and began to urinate right there in front of me. Me eyes went right to her pussy as I couldn't help watching. I saw the stream of urine coming out of her pussy and the little tufts of curly, blonde pussy hair that formed a vee pointing towards her vagina. When she was finished she looked up at me and smiled. I thought that I was gonna cum in my pants right there and then. I knew it was wrong to cheat on my wife like this but I couldn't help myself. Bianca looked so inviting. Her kiss was warm and urgent. My hand went down to her pussy to find it hot and moist. Her clitoris was swollen and stood up like a little penis. Her hand pushed down my shorts as she massaged my growing dick. Damn, she wanted cock and she wanted it now! She whispered sexily in my ear, "I want to be your Tina. I want you to be my Ilo. Start off nice and slow but finish rough. I hadn't known that Miriam liked to be fucked roughly but I did my best "Ilo" impression and gave "Tina" All that I had. She was a real wildcat in bed. Why her husband didn't keep her barefoot and pregnant was beyond me. I would have had my dick in this prime pussy every chance I had. Hell, I'd fuck her tight pussy twice each night and three times on Sunday! We fucked several times that night. I was in seventh heaven. I just about came again when she whispered in my ear, "Paul, I'm not on any birth control. I'd like you to go down on me and lick your cum out of my pussy. I did as she asked. I've eaten a woman's pussy on many occasions before but never to eat someone's cum, even if it was my own. Miriam reached another orgasm as my tongue lapped at her dripping pussy. We slept together the rest of the night. I had the wet spot. Fortunately, I placed a towel down on the bed so that I didn't have to sleep in our own love juices all night. The next morning, Bianca fixed us breakfast while I went out to run my daily five mile route. After breakfast we swam in the ocean and sunned ourselves. It was difficult for me to keep my eyes off of my wife's lovely sister as she wore her skimpy bathing suit so well. It was also quite hard for me to hide my own erection but I did the best that I could under the circumstances. After lunch, we took a quick nap. Actually it wasn't so quick and it certainly wasn't a nap. We fucked again that afternoon and Bianca just about wore me out. After a real nap, we watched a spectacular sunset on the sandy beach while we drank beer from my ice chest. It was now Saturday night and Bianca and I dressed more formally than we normally do in just shorts and flip- flops. Miriam wore a cute short, black number that looked simply stunning on her. It showed off her fabulous legs and revealed much of her lovely twin orbs. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra as her taut nipples poked through the thin material as her breasts were straining to get out. She wore a pair of Gucci black leather, high-heeled, backless pumps that really turned me on. Not only did she look good enough to eat she also smelled divine! After a delicious seafood dinner at Carambola's Mahogany Grill, we had some after-dinner drinks as we danced to the music of the Temptations. I had to go pee so I excused myself. I unzipped my pants and began peeing when this black fellow steps up to the stall next to mine. I casually looked over at him as I have always been curious after hearing all the rumors about black men. This fellow was hung like the proverbial bull. His cock was big and jet black. He was as black as the Ace of Spades. I've never seen anyone with such a big manhood before. He looked over at me and smiled. "You like what you see, Mon?" he asked me in his native Caribbean accent. "Ahhh, no," I stuttered. "I'm not that kind. I didn't mean to look. It just came naturally. Really, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, Mon. If you white guys don't look, you won't know what your white women crave." I didn't have a reply to that so I just kept quiet. "That pretty blonde woman your wife, Mon?" "Uhh, yes." I replied. I didn't want to have to explain myself to this complete stranger that the woman I was with wasn't my wife but actually my wife's sister. We finished peeing and he put his big black monster back into its cage while I put mine back into my underwear. While I was washing my hands, he asked, "Do you mind if I dance with your wife, Mon?" "Sure, I don't mind," I lied. "Why don't you go ahead and ask her? "I certainly will, Mon. Nothing ventured, nothing gained." I really didn't think that Bianca would dance with a black guy as she's from Alabama. White women being seen with black men is still taboo there. Many years ago, several black men were castrated and hanged for just looking at a white woman. There is still a lot of racial tension in Alabama but it's better than before. Now it was a much more common occurrence to see white women with black men as the women of today have much more freedom than before which is much like what the black people have today. Of course, if you are a wealthy African-American like most of the professional basketball players, you can just about have any white woman you want. I went back to my table and sat next to Bianca. It was almost too much for me to bear as I watched the black man from the bathroom coming toward our table. Maybe he had a chance after all. "My name is Micah, pretty lady. Your husband said I could dance with you." Bianca looked over at me with a puzzled smile before turning back to the black man. "Why, yes," Bianca said to the black man. "I'd love to dance with you." I was kind of surprised that Bianca danced with a total stranger, especially one who was black. "Well," I thought to myself, "Bianca's free, white and twenty-one. She can dance with anyone she wants. What would her daddy think?" The band was playing The Temptations' "My Girl" as Micah took Bianca into his strong black arms. He was dancing very close to her. It had occurred to me just then that "My Girl" was a popular song at my own high school prom. Many girls were made into a woman that night after dancing to "My Girl." My own dick twitched in my pants as I watched Bianca dance close to the black man. Maybe she would be made into a real woman tonight? They danced several more tunes before they came back to the table. Bianca excused herself to go to the powder room. When she returned, she drank some more of the potent Pina Colada that Micah had ordered for her. The black man took Bianca's hand and led the pretty blonde wife back out onto the dance floor. It struck me as exciting when I saw his big black hand take her little white hand in his. The glistening of her diamond engagement ring and her wedding band on her white finger inside of the palm of his black hand made by dick get even harder. "What if Bianca slept with this black man?" I pondered. My dick got even harder. I was pretty drunk myself. The couple came back to the table once again. Bianca took a long drink from her melting Pina Colada. She excused herself once again as she left to go to the Ladies Room. "I think she likes me, Mon," Micah said to me. "I asked her for her panties before she went to pee the first time. She gave them to me just a moment ago." He opened up his black hand to show me. I recognized her tiny black panties he had in the palm of his hand. I knew them as I had searched through Bianca's suitcase while she was out of the room earlier today and went through her sexy lingerie. Micah held the tiny fabric up to his broad black nose and took a good whiff. "Mon, your wife sure do smell sweet." Then he put her useless panties in his back pocket as a souvenir. I knew that she did, too. While I was rummaging through her luggage this morning, I had also smelled her fragrant little panties that she had worn yesterday. I was planning on using the lame excuse of looking for some aspirin if she returned early and walked in on me while I was going through her baggage. I didn't know it was possible but my dick expanded even further thinking about Bianca with the black stranger. Bianca came back and promptly said, "Paul, I think it's time we go back to your condo." Then she amazed me even further as she turned to the black man, "Micah, will you join us for a nightcap in our condo?" "Sure, sure. Anything that the pretty little lady wants." Micah looked over at me and winked. Bianca and Micah strolled arm and arm back to my condo. I never imagined in my darkest dreams that my wife's sister would ever be with a black man. Now here she was heading back to my place for a nightcap with this black man. She was the one who was going to get nightcapped. I barely had my condo unlocked when Micah pushed Bianca up against the wall. I quickly closed the door behind us as the black stranger torridly began kissing the lovely blonde English teacher and wife. All I could do was to back up down the hall and watch. Fortunately, I had my videocamera handy so I could film this hot interracial action. I quickly got it and began filming. Her husband would never believe that his loving little wife would ever do something like this, especially with a black man. My own dick was about to burst. The black man's hands went to the thin straps on her dress. Before, he had been massaging her breasts through the thin material. Micah slipped the straps down her smooth, white shoulders revealing her magnificent breasts. Her little pink nipples were certainly aroused as they stood up at attention because of his oral ministrations. His thick lips encircled one pink bud then the next. Their lips locked together in a deep soul-kiss. Micah pushed the hem of her dress up her smooth white legs. I could see through the lens of the videocamera that she wasn't wearing any panties. The black man quickly unzipped his own pants as he whispered into Bianca's ear loud enough for me and the vodeocamera to hear. "Put it in for me, Missy." Bianca reached between the black man's legs and guided his gigantic black missile towards its intended target. That huge black cock of his surely was about to do much damage and destruction. Bianca gasped as the huge black cock thrust into her tight vagina for the very first time. Her arms went around his broad black back. Micah didn't waste anytime going deep. Fortunately for Bianca, she was moist enough to lubricate her embattled pussy. The extra dose of Aphrodisiac that Micah paid the bartender twenty dollars for to put into the pretty blonde wife's drink certainly paid off in spades. He was gonna fuck this little white bitch until she passed out! It seemed as if Bianca couldn't get enough of Micah's big black dick. She had an itch between her legs like she had never had before. The pretty blonde wife had her first of many orgasms as the black man roughly fucked the excited blonde wife. The black man bellowed out as his first load of dark, hot seed hammered into her abused pussy. I couldn't believe that Bianca was just fucked by the big black bull and she wanted more - much more! She led her new black lover to her bedroom as they began shedding the remainder of their clothes. They began going at it again in earnest while I continued to film the two of them. I went through two two-hour video tapes before I was so tired that I had to say my good-nights. I hated to leave Bianca with the black stranger but at least she was right next door to my own bedroom. Bianca and Micah must have fucked all night as I could continually hear the bed creaking and her crying out with another orgasm. Through the thin walls, I could their sounds of lovemaking all night. The well-hung black stranger fucked the lovely blonde wife every which way but loose. It was my Sunday to work weekend duty at the condo sales office so I had to leave the condo before nine AM. Before I left, Bianca wanted me to go down on her. The thought of eating another man's cum out of her freshly-fucked and very, nasty raw pussy didn't really turn me on but I did so anyway. Her pussy had been stretched like I'd never seen before. It was gaping. I don't know if either I or her husband could ever satisfy her ever again. They were still going at it when I left for work on Sunday morning. When I got home that evening after work, Bianca had packed and taken all of her things with her. She must have had her fill of St Croix and black men. Bianca's bedroom was a disaster zone. The sheets and pillows were strewn all over the place. The black man's cum and Bianca's love juices were on everything. Even in my younger fraternity party days, I have never seen anything like this before. Fortunately, I have weekly maid service included with my condo so I wouldn't have to clean up all the sloppy mess. I figured that Bianca had packed up and gone home until I got a call later on in the week from Chris. "Paul, have you seen or heard from Bianca?" he asked. "My wife was supposed to be home from St. Croix today. She hasn't called me either. She took her cell phone. Don't they work there?" "Whoa, now, Chris. One question at a time, okay?" "I saw your wife this morning before I came to work," I don't know why but I lied. The last time that I saw his wife was Sunday morning, four days ago. "And yes, cell phones do work here in the Virgin Islands but my condo at Carambola is next to some mountains near the rain forest. The reception isn't so good, some maybe she hasn't had a chance to call." The later part of my answer was correct but I instantly began to worry about Bianca. I hadn't heard from her either since early this past Sunday morning when she was still in the throes of getting fucked by a big black buck. Was Bianca looking for love or was it just lust, big black lust? I went straight to the Island police to file a missing person report. They told me that there was a twenty- four hour waiting period before they could start looking for her. "Twenty-four hours?" I exclaimed. "She's been missing almost a week now! Can't you do anything?" "Sorry, Mon," the police desk clerk replied. "That's the procedure. By the way, Mon, what did she look like?" I told him what a pretty blonde woman she was. Maybe he would help me find her after all. "Mon, many pretty American women come to the Island looking for romance. Some married, some not. Some find what they be lookin' for, most don't. Why don't you go over to Fredriksted this evening and check with the hookers. They might know where you lady be." "Ask the hookers?" I thought to myself. "Why would they possibly know where Bianca was?" A cruise ship had been in the Fredriksted port earlier today but left after sunset. A freighter from Liberia had just docked overnight. It didn't take long to find the street with the hookers. It was on "Princess Street" which was back off the boardwalk by three blocks. The order of the street names was "King Street" next to the pier. That was followed by Queen Street, Prince Street and finally then Princess Street. There weren't many other streets in Fredriksted so I knew this was the place after following some of the black seamen from the freighter there. I turned the corner and stopped cold. There were several good-looking white women there all dolled up. One of them looked like Bianca. It was Bianca! "Oh, my gawddd!" I thought to myself. "Bianca has turned into a hooker?" I was about to approach Bianca when a big arm wrapped around my neck. "Mon, what you think you be doing here? This here's for sailors only and you don't look like no sailor to me, Mon." The fellow doing the talking was big and black. He was also choking the life out of me. He finally let go of my neck long enough to tell him that my wife's sister was over there. "I just want to talk to her to see if she's alright." "She be okay, Mon. No one talks to the hoes. No one bothers the hoes. They busy, Mon, don't ya sees that?" "I just need to talk to her for minute, okay?" "Nobody, I said nobody, Mon, talks to the bitches. Especially not you, Mon! Now get outta here unless you wanta gets hurt real bad." As I was leaving to go back to my car without talking to Bianca, another black guy stopped me. "Hey, Mon. Do you wanna see your woman in action?" "I turned to him and said, "What do you mean, "See her in action?" "Mon, everything costs money, don't cha know that? One hunter," he mispronounced 'hundred.' "U.S. dollas gets you in to see any woman you want for thirty minutes. Ya sit in this little room, Mon, and watch her through a two-way mirror as she struts her stuff with the sailor boys. Ya can even jerk off if you wants to. Ya interested, Mon?" "Yea," I responded as I pulled out my well worn wallet and searched in the secret pocket for a one hundred dollar bill that I had reserved for fun money. "Who ya wanna see, Mon?" he inquired. "Bianca, she's the pretty blonde in the short blue dress." "Mon, she be popular tonight. She just now goin' upstairs with those three black sailors. Ya gotta hurry if ya wants to see it from the start." The black pimp hustled me down a dark alleyway. I thought that he might try to roll me for the rest of my money but unless he had help or a weapon, I thought that I could defend myself pretty well. He led me up a narrow staircase and into a tiny, dark room. He opened the curtain and a well lit room appeared on the other side. "Can they see us?" I asked quietly. "No, Mon. I already tol' ya that dis here is a two way mirror. We's even puts in a microphone so ya can hears them better but theys can't hears ya." "Here, take dis beeper, Mon. It'll vibrate when ya thirty minutes are up. If ya wants to see more, Mon, it's anotha hunter dollas for anotha thirty minutes, Mon. Pay the big guy downstairs. If ya don't, he comes up to gets ya. Ya won't like what ya looks like when he be getting' through with ya, Ya motha won't even recognize ya, Mon, so yous better pay up. Now enjoys the show." I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I was paying to see Bianca get fucked by three black men. Actually I couldn't believe that Bianca was doing this either. I caught the first of the show. Bianca led the three black sailors into the room. They were all over her like stink on shit. I wanted to go in there to rescue her but I just sat there with my own little white dick getter harder by the minute. I could hear Bianca talking to the black men. She was actually encouraging them to fuck her. Bianca took off her dress and laid back on the ratty old bed. She left her high heels on. All three of the black sailors quickly shucked their old, dirty clothes. When the big black guy stripped off his pants, I heard Bianca audibly gasp. Then I saw why. This guy was huge. He crawled up between Bianca's wide- spread legs and began to eat her pretty blonde pussy. Most of her clients probably had never seen a white woman naked before, especially a blonde a pretty as Bianca was. Now she was about to get fucked by the biggest, blackest cock that I have ever seen. There was no way that the giant black manhood would ever fit into her tiny blonde pussy. After eating out the pretty blonde wife's pussy, the giant black sailor made his way up her smooth trim belly stopping long enough only to swipe his long tongue into her belly button. I noticed a belly ring where there wasn't one before. The ring must have been new as Bianca didn't have one last Saturday when we made love together. Bianca's legs went up over his muscular buttocks. The giant black man guided his massive cock to her unprotected pussy. He must have been a good lover at home because he tenderly eased his pussy-wrecker into her waiting opening. Bianca gasped as the first several inches were pushed into her. That was the easy part. Fitting the rest would almost take an act of God. The lovely blonde woman underneath the massive black man pulled his head down towards her own until her ruby red lips met his thick black ones. They kissed as the enormous black cock continued its journey to the center of her innermost being. I couldn't believe that Bianca was taking all of it. I couldn't believe that my own pants were down around my knees and I was actually jacking-off while I was watching my wife's sister get the fucking of her sweet life. The vibrator went off before I had a chance to blow my own wad. "Oh, shit," I said as I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran down the stairs to pay the big guy "anotha hunter dollas." I quickly ran back up stairs to see the giant black man bust his big black nut into the pretty blonde wife. The next guy wanted a blow job. Bianca sucked him off that the pro that she was becoming. The third black sailor wanted something new. His cock wasn't as thick as the first sailor's but it was noticeably longer. He had Bianca lay on her side as he laid down behind her. Bianca was barefoot now as the third guy had removed her high heels. Her toenails were painted the same red that she wore on her fingernails. "God," I thought to myself. "She looks so sexy." The third black sailor lifted her leg opening her pussy wider. He felt her sopping wet pussy with one hand while the other one went around her neck. He cruelly turned her head towards him so he could kiss her as her fucked her in the pussy with his long black cock. Then while he held a tight grip on her, he took his cock out of her pussy and shoved if up her tight virgin ass. Bianca tried to scream to no avail as she was still in his tight clutches. I could tell that Bianca was writhing in a lot of pain because the black guy had to hold her very tightly while he roughly butt-fucked her. Then I remembered that she liked it rough. She was getting her wish and then some. Be very careful what you wish for. The beeper vibrated again just as I shot my load. I left. I didn't have any more money and there was no way that I could save Bianca from any more debasement. The next day, I went back to the Police Station. The same desk sergeant was there. I told him that I found her and in what condition. "Mon, so many pretty white women end up there but there isn't anything we can do. They ain't being held against their will. The only other thing that I can think of that you might do is to go talk to her pimp. Maybe you can buy her back." "Buy her back?" I asked myself. "These women are sold just like a piece of meat at the butcher shop. What if someone else bought Bianca and took her somewhere else? How would I ever find her again? I had heard that was what happened to that pretty high school girl who was abducted in Aruba after her graduation party went awry. She had been fucked numerous times by big-dicked black men before the authorities found her alive selling her body to any and every body. She also liked her meat dark and big." I went back to Fredriksted. Fortunately it wasn't too hard to find her pimp. "How much for the new pretty blonde?" I asked him. "Hunter thousand, cash, Mon." I swallowed hard at hearing such a high amount but knew that there would probably be a number of other takers even at one hundred thousand dollars. The white slave business was very lucrative. Bianca could be the star of many interracial porno movies if I didn't do something to save her now. There actually were several wealthy white men looking for attractive white wives. They like to watch the women take on impossibly large black men while they jacked off. The movies they made were for their own viewing pleasure. I needed to act fast. I needed to act now! I hurried back and called Chris on my cell phone. Fortunately, he picked up on the first ring. "Chris," I said. "I couldn't tell you because I didn't know it then but your wife has been kidnapped by some white slave traders." "That kind of thing still happens today?" he asked stupidly. I knew that he had heard the news about the high school girl being kidnapped, raped and put into the white slave trade in Aruba. "God, what an idiot," I thought of Chris. "No wonder Bianca came to St Croix without her clueless husband. That kidnapped girl from Alabama lived in the same town where they did." "Yes, that is still done even today. The kidnappers are demanding a one hundred thousand dollar ransom to get her back alive. Otherwise," I lied, "they said they would feed her lifeless body to the sharks. Please wire me one hundred thousand cash today. You got that much, don't you?" "I do but I can't get to it until tomorrow. I'll catch the first flight to St Croix in the morning." "Chris, we may not have that much time. They might move her to another location or even kill her tonight," I pleaded with him. "Paul, that's the best I can do. That little bitch of mine just had to go off down there by herself and get herself kidnapped. She buttered her own bread, now she gets to lay in it." The sorry bastard hung up. "Damnit!" I said out loud. I better go check up on her tonight. I went by the bank and withdrew one thousand dollars. That would be enough for watching her for five hours. Hell, if I could get my hands on one hundred thousand dollars, I could even buy Bianca for myself. I took my video camera with me as I entered the tiny room and set it up on a tripod so I didn't have to hold it all the time. In that five hour period, Bianca had twenty-seven black lovers. They all had huge cocks and none of them used a rubber. They all rode her bareback and rode her hard. She was rode hard and put up wet, as that old horse saying goes. Bianca seemed to be not able to scratch that terrible itch between her legs. Each black man who fucked her, she made feel like her first and only lover. Bianca was getting good at this. I could tell she liked what she was doing. If I did buy her, would she even come with me? I now had three full tapes of Bianca fucking a lot of well-hung black men. Chris showed up the next day with the cash. I picked him up at the airport and explained the situation on the way over to Fredriksted. He couldn't believe that his wife was actually fucking black men and liked it. I found Bianca's pimp and told him that we wanted to watch Bianca in action. He said, "Mon, for a regular like you, one hunter dollars for both of ya." He led us up the staircase. Bianca was already in action when the curtain was opened. "Goddamn it" Chris exclaimed. My little bitch of a wife loves fucking these big-dicked black men. Look at her fuck him back. Bianca never fucked me like that. Let the little black-cock whore rot to death. She's gotten plenty of my fucking money. Not another dime. Let her work for her own fucking money!" Chris's outburst kind of surprised me so I decided to defend her. "Chris, she didn't choose this. She was drugged. They made her the black-cock whore that she is today." "Man," he said to me. His attitude changed. "Look at my wife fuck that big black cock. This is better than any of those porno movies that I buy on the internet." Now Chris surprised me even more as he took out his own little white pecker and began to beat his meat. If that tiny white dick of his was all that Bianca got at home, then it was no wonder that she was here and wanted more. "Hell, man," he said to me as he finished jerking off. "Maybe she is worth one hundred thousand dollars after all. I'll bring the little bitch home. I bet there are a number of my black clients who would like to get a piece of her sweet white ass." So it turned out that Chris bought his wife. I helped him bring her back to the States. He was right. There were a number of his black clients who wanted to fuck his pretty blonde wife. As it turned out, Chris's business grew and grew especially with the help of all of his new black clients. Bianca sealed more deals in her bed than Maurice ever could just by himself. On a Saturday night, Chris would dress up his pretty blonde wife for dinner date and a night on the town with one or more of his black clients. Bianca would then take them home to Chris's newly installed playroom. The clients loved Bianca so much that they always came back for more. The black businessmen had ready access to her sweet little pussy anytime they wanted. Bianca now had hundreds of black lovers to scratch that big black cock itch between her pretty white legs. Chris was now his wife's pimp. She was fed a steady stream of big black cock. Bianca was a high-priced slut for big black cock. Not only did Chris make money off of his wife's help at deal closing time with her pretty little blonde pussy, he also make amateur interracial home videos that were a big hit all over the world. Bianca even made it to Amateur Video World's highest ranking of five stiff boners.

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