Here Kitty, Kitty
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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Borrowing money from a loan shark is a slippery slope as Mack discovered. With no money to repay the loan it fell to Mack's wife, Kitty, to make restitution with the only thing of value she had. With no options she spread her legs for the black loan shark and his muscle, Fritz. It wasn't long before they reeled her into prostitution and she didn't fight the hook very much. "Here Kitty, Kitty" is hot sizzling interracial erotica. One on one sex, two on one, and more on one sex with a smattering of girl on girl sex. If you enjoy reading about hard throbbing black cocks in steaming white pussies then you'll like this story. Here Kitty, Kitty...Meow!
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [102 KB]
Reading time: 72-100 min.
Poor Mack thinks I'm such an innocent. It was funny but we never talked about our lives before there was an 'us'. I don't know why we didn't and I would have never lied to Mack. Of course there were men before he came along just as I'm sure there were women in his life.
I had sex the first time when I was...oh, let's say eighteen so I won't sound like such a teenage slut. Don Reynolds was my first. We did it in the back of his father's car. Don didn't last as long as I would have liked but he lasted long enough to make it a very enjoyable first experience.
I liked sex the first time and every time after that. By the time I got to college where I met Mack I was...well let's say I had some experience. I knew the way around a man's body and especially his cock very well.
Mack was different from the boys I usually dated. He was serious and super smart. I saw something in Mack that led me to the conclusion we could be happy and well-off. The happy came immediately but the well-off part had yet to make an appearance.
So I turned Mister York on. Big deal. I hadn't taken his proposal very serious but I had thought about it since then. York wasn't hard on the eyes but his...whatever that thing was, scared me a little. Henchman, cohort, buddy or whatever was one big mean looking dude.
Somehow in high school and freshman year at college I missed having sex with any man of color. There was one boy from India that almost scored but something failed to come up. How had I missed sex with a black man? One of life's mysteries I guess. I certainly didn't harbor any racial prejudice so that wasn't the reason.
Anyway a week went by before Marvin York's offer came up again. That creature of his paid another visit to Mack and really knocked him around. Poor Mack was so bruised and sore he could hardly walk.
When I told Mack I needed to go talk to York again he suddenly got very still. He looked funny with both eyes blacken but there was nothing funny about any of this mess.
"No, Kitty," he said trying not to move his head. "I'll think of something."
"Any idea what that might be, Mack?" I asked him. "No? I didn't think so. Maybe I can get some kind of deal worked out."
"You know what the deal is," Mack said. "I don't..."
"Hush," I said gently. "It's a wonder you didn't get hurt bad and next time you might not be as lucky. What's the worst that can happen if I talk to him? Maybe I can stall him until some money comes in."
Mack wasn't very happy about me contacting Marvin York again but I could see no other alternative. A video game company had expressed some interest in a game he offered them so maybe...
"Okay," York said when I told him we should talk. "You come here Friday night at seven o'clock and we'll chat. Be ready to go to work," he added with a deep chuckle. "I prefer a shaved smooth pussy." What gall the man had.
I made arrangements to be off on Saturday and Sunday, just in case. I was surprisingly calm about meeting with him. I shouldn't have been calm. I should have been scared to death.
I arrived by taxi at the same office I was in earlier but we didn't stay there. With the huge ugly man driving, Marvin York took me to his apartment which was about ten blocks farther uptown.
Whatever else he was, York was a smooth operator. He welcomed me to his home and put a glass of an expensive red wine in my hand. The wine was a rare treat because Sammy and I couldn't afford such luxuries. Our wine, when we had it, came with a screw-top. We sat on a long leather sofa and talked as we sipped the wine. I felt calm being there. After all we were just negotiating. Or so I thought.
"So tell me, Kitty," Marvin said. "What value do you put on your pussy?" For a moment I couldn't understand what he was asking. Then it dawned on me but I couldn't think of an answer. "I mean you are proposing a trade. Your commodity for my cash so what's the value?" My lips moved but no words came out.
"How about this?" he said. "Sammy's obligated to pay me five hundred dollars a week. Let's assume that your pussy is grade A and that if you were a call-girl you would charge five hundred dollars a pop. I think..."
"Wait a damned minute," I said finding my voice. "If I were a call-girl I would charge more than five hundred dollars. I would be in the fifteen hundred to two thousand dollar range. Five hundred dollars wouldn't even buy you a hand-job!" I had no idea what any call-girl charged but I knew five hundred dollars sounded low.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he said with a grin. "We have some numbers on the table to consider. I'll admit you are a hot looking chick but two thousand dollars? I don't think so. Maybe, and that's just a maybe, you might command fifteen hundred after a day in a beauty shop or a spa but let's say fifteen hundred dollars for a weekend." Suddenly this got very serious and I wasn't sure how to proceed. The "talking' had become negotiating.
"Now when I say weekend I should define the parameters," Marvin said. "A weekend starts on Friday night and continues through Sunday night. During that time you belong to me."
"What exactly does that mean?" I asked my voice sounding a little squeaky.
"You do what I say to do, when I say to do it. You will be my sex toy to play with any way I see fit. In one weekend you could work off three weeks of the vig."
"No," I said. "Hell no! I am not interested in paying off the unreal, not to mention the illegal, interest you charge. I want to pay off the principal. I give you two weekends and the debt is paid in full."
Marvin York countered with four weekends and we settled on three weekends. I knew I was basically selling myself into slavery but it seemed the right thing to do. I suggested we start in two weeks and he laughed.
"No, Kitty with the nice titty. We start tonight. Scoot closer and let us get to know one another."
Suddenly this stopped being something that I needed to do weeks away. Now it was something that was about to happen right now and my heart was racing like mad.
"Well, Kitty," Marvin York said, moving his hand behind my neck and gently pulling me 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 me as he spoke and planted a kiss on my mouth, gently at first then with more intensity.
I didn't have the will to resist. Marvin York continued to kiss me sticking his tongue into my mouth and placing his hand on the top expose part of my breast. We kissed and Marvin fondled me for several more minutes until I began to shake.
"Kitty, did you shave your cunt for me?" he asked softly as he nuzzled my neck and stroked the top of my breast.