Chapter Four
Monday. 05:50 a.m.
The alarm clock sounded almost immediately. As if he’d been waiting all night for this moment to arrive, Saul shot his hand out and silenced the clock before its shrill noise could go any further. He sat up on the bed and yawned at the same time rubbed at his blurry eyes before reaching for his glasses on the cabinet table next to where he lay; behind him, Jessie went on with her sonorous breathing. It wasn’t yet time for him to come awake, he knew that - his appointed meeting with the Tongue Patrol company wasn’t scheduled till ten o’clock that morning. Still his body was so wired all through yesterday he had waited so long for this expectant day to arrive.
Now he was awake, he somehow lacked the strength to pull himself up from bed. Some minutes later he got up, put on his glasses, and wore on his slippers and quietly left the bedroom and shuffled downstairs into his library. Everything was quiet around him; dawn was appearing outside the windows. He opened his bottom drawer and fished out the Tongue Patrol DVDs and returned to the living room and slotted one of the discs into the DVD machine and sat on the centre table to watch. The volume was tuned low and he glanced at his watch repeatedly to check the hour running along. He was still in his pyjamas. He pulled his pants down his thighs as his erection grew and while he watched what the movie showed him, he proceeded to jerk off...
***
09:25 a.m.
Saul wore one of his favourite suits and sat in the secretary’s office while waiting for his appointment schedule to begin; he would be the third person waiting to see the main man who owned the establishment.
He had been here more than an hour now. They had been expecting him. There had been a preliminary job interview - he had gotten the gist of what it was they wanted him to do, although it sounded quite ludicrous and buffoonery and had to hold himself from forcing the hint of laughter to escape his mouth - as a Tongue Patrol sales rep. One of a handful of men designated to sell the Tongue Patrol name and intentions to wannabe household clients and future customers. Saul hadn’t been the only one there for the interview, as if that was something he could be grateful about. There had been twelve of them in the interview room, all white male, age ranging from mid-twenties to one bloke who was in his early-fifties. They’d each shaken hands and murmured sheepish greetings as if neither could believe they were actually here for the same thing. Then the interview lesson had begun when a black man in a pin-striped suit appeared before them and explained to them what their purpose was for:
“We live in a global economy, gentlemen,” the man espoused like a college lecturer. “Our company is expanding towards meeting goals unprecedented in the adult entertainment industry. We would like to gain a foothold in a vital area where most fear to tread, and that’s where you all come in. you gentlemen are going to spread further the name of our company towards would-be couples out there, most of whom have never heard of us, and see about marketing our line of work to meet their suitable needs.”
The pin-striped suited black man had played them a recorded video of just what sort of marketing they were all meant to be involved in. The video portrayed as much erotic interracial images of black men coupling with white women as the adult DVDs Saul had locked in his library drawer. He stole side glances towards the other men in the room with him and wasn’t surprised to see several of them fidgeting as they pretended to keep a straight intuitive face while listening to the black man’s lecture regarding the slow, prosperous growth of interracial activities in the adult industry and how the Tongue Patrol establishment has been at the forefront of things happening. The black man lectured onward like a college professor delivering a thesis as if not minding the erotic images he presented to them. When finished, they broke for an early lunch and now came the time each of them was called upon to have a word with the company CEO.
The secretary turned to him and said, “Mr. D’soul will see you now, sir.” She left her table and came to open the CEO’s office door for him. Saul thanked her as he stepped inside and she closed the door behind him.
The black man stood behind his wide desk and approached Saul and shook his hand. He was thick-set and like Saul a pair of glasses rested above his nose. Handsome and debonair with a smooth tailored suit to match. One look at him and Saul knew he was staring at new money; he reminded himself to do a little research on him once he got back home.
“Mr. Mellors,” the CEO smiled at him and spoke in a slow winding voice that sounded like knife cutting through silk. “It’s a pleasure meeting you. My name is Damien Dsoul.”
“The honour is mine, sir, and a pleasure meeting you.”
They shook hands and appraised each other for a few seconds before the man then led him to a chair. Saul recognised the formality behind the meeting and sat upright as the black man who’s about to be his boss returned to his chair behind his desk.
“I know you might think I’m about to repeat the same line of speech I’ve already given to your other colleagues,” the CEO said as he relaxed in his chair. “It might sound the same, I’ll admit that, but the words probably aren’t. First thing, I’d like to welcome your joining our little establishment here. Yes, we’re little compared to the major porn companies down in the west coast, but we like it that way. It makes us feel more like a hardworking unit. I know the job might seem a little off-beat, especially when you were down there at the lecture room. But believe me, it’s something that will grow on you once you start. My secretary, Mrs. Brownstone, will fill you and your colleagues in on the details regarding your salaried structure payments. Once again, I’d like to bid you a humble welcome to our working environment.”
“Thank you, sir. I feel honoured and delighted already to being a part of it. Whatever it takes, I promise to do my best.”
“I’m sure you will, Mr. Mellors. Definitely, I’m sure you will.” He rose from his chair and Saul got up and they shook hands once again as he escorted him towards his door. “Once again, I’m happy having you on board,” Damien Dsoul smiled at him before ushering him out of his office.
Two hours later, Saul was in his car driving back home, feeling elated about everything that had happened since morning. He’d never been this elated in a long time, not since he lost his former job. On his passenger seat lay a folder that contained his work documents and report portfolios. He would read through them once he returned home, but already, after meeting with the secretary, he and the others had gotten the gist of what their job entailed as well as the salaried figure and bonus which came with the job. It was far better than what he had earned at his former job and still he wondered if everything was all real of whether he was stuck in some Twilight Zone TV episode. The same surprised look that had been on his face as well had been on his other fellow sales rep colleagues’ faces, all looking and in their minds speaking the same thing, that this was a dream come through.
He got to a red light and thought of Jessie. He had to call her; he wondered how he was ever going to explain everything to her not when she was still clueless about everything so far. That made him pause to think. How would she take the sight of what his job - to ensnare white couples towards having sex with Tongue Patrol black men! How was he ever going to explain that to her? First thing she’d think is that he was crazy. No, best she remain in the dark ... for now.
The red light went off and the traffic began to move.
***
Where to start from?
It was past noon. Saul sat in the living room with his shirt partly opened and his shirt folded up to his elbows with the contents of his new-found job laid out on the centre table before him. He had read through every piece of document contained in the portfolio over and over, familiarising himself with every intricacy that was required to succeed with the job. The way it was laid out, they, the sales reps, each had a chosen sector to cover. The sector could be any designated neighbourhood of the city starting from their immediate familiar vicinity, and they each earned points based on how many couples or white women they managed to convert to the Tongue Patrol male fantasy subscription. It sounded crazy and simple. Even he couldn’t still let it all sink into his head that there were actually women and couples out there who subscribed to such. Right, that couples wanted such was one thing. The main question now was where and how to begin: with whom would he start with?
Saul dropped got up and went into his kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.
He was washing some dishes in the sink while he waited for his kettle to heat up when he saw something out the right corner of his eye. He looked out his window at the direction of the Tangier’s home and saw Errol walking through the grassy pathway that led between their compound, past the picket fence they shared. Saul quickly dried his hands and opened the back door as his neighbour approached. He was wondering if Errol’s visit had anything to do with what had been done to his wife the past weekend and was hopping he wasn’t coming over to give him any hassle over it. But the opposite was the case as his neighbour stepped into his kitchen and they shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.
“How’re you doing, Saul?” Errol slapped his arm. “I dropped by your place earlier in the morning but got no answer.”
“Yeah, I had this job interview. Crazy sort of thing. Here, care for a cup of coffee? I was about getting myself one.”
“Yeah, I sure wouldn’t mind.”
Saul took the kettle off from the stove and took out the box of Nescafe from a cabinet and fixed them both two cups of coffee. They drank to their health and Saul leaned with his back against the counter wondering whatever might have brought his neighbour over to see him. Errol too seemed somewhat unsteady with whatever he had weighting on his mind.
“That party at Miles’ place last weekend sure was wild, wasn’t it?” he grinned sheepishly at Saul.
“Yeah, it really was. That’s how Miles likes doing his things.”
A couple seconds of silence and then: “Anyway ... I came to see you about what happened that night at the back ... the black guy that screwed Edith-”
Saul stepped in, “Look, hold on there, Errol. Before you go any further-”
“No, no, don’t get all heated up about it, Saul. It’s alright.” That seemed to calm Saul down as he drank his coffee. “I reckoned you and the boys got all excited and heated up when you watched her getting fucked that way.”
Saul nodded, feeling relieved. “As a matter of fact, yes, we all were. I never thought I’d get to see something like that happen.”
“Yeah, I get the feeling too. Especially later that night when I brought her back home.” He laughed. “I was so horny, I just about ripped her clothes off her and fucked her there on our bed. I wish I could relieve that night over and over again.”
“How did Edith feel about it?”
His neighbour shrugged. “How would she feel? She already had been a slut before we met and got married. Back during her stripper days, she told me she had long list of black guys all wanting to fuck her. She used to tell me how they’d gangbang her ass and all of them would cum all over her. It used to get me all heated up and excited. I always wanted her to go back to it, you know, dating black guys, but she always said she wouldn’t. Said that was in the past and didn’t want to go through it again. My feeling was she was scared me seeing her getting fucked might hurt my feelings about her, whereas the opposite was the case. That was why I told Miles to arrange it with that black friend of his, Tibbs that night.”
Saul looked at his neighbour with wide set of eyes. “What? You’re saying that whole card game was nothing but an act?”
Errol grinned at him from where he sat. “You didn’t arrive at the party earlier and you’d have thought we were actually going to fight it out. It was how Miles directed it to be: Tibbs came and made a pass at Edith and I came over and pushed him aside. We did some bickering, and then Miles stepped in and said how about we made it out like men. He brought the idea of the card game, included some of the other fellows so it’d looked real. I made myself lose, the rest went as it should.”
“Edith, she never knew about it?”
“She didn’t at first, but I got to lay it out to her afterwards. She couldn’t believe I’d tricked her into such. But we did have make-up sex afterwards.”
Saul shook head with stunned amazement at his friend’s audacious smartness. It looked so much like a fantasy. And then the thought clicked in his head.
“Tell me something, Errol. Say you’d love to get her gangbanged? Maybe by a group of black men. Would that really be thrilling for you?”
Errol looked at him earnestly. “Are you serious?”
“I am,” Saul nodded. “Say I was able to arrange for some black men to come by your place and fuck her like you want to see her get fucked, would you like for that to happen? Really, all you have to do is say the words.”
Errol was hanging to his every word. “Yes, Saul. I’d really like for something like that to happen to her. It’s been a fantasy of mine to watch her get turned to a black cock slut once more. I know she’d love it too, now that she’s tasted what Tibbs’ cock felt like. You seriously sure you can make this happen?”
“Trust me when I say I can.” Saul’s heart was racing too as he said it. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to welcome his neighbour and friend into his new-found work. “Come here with me, I’d like you to fill a form up for me.”
He took his friend’s coffee cup and dumped it along with his into the sink then led him into the living room where he had his sales rep documents waiting for him.
***
What happened came about two days later. A furniture-moving truck drove into the Tangier’s driveway and came to a stop less than five feet from Edith’s Benz. The sound of the truck breaking in her compound brought her outside as she was surprised to see what such was doing in her compound let alone the three black men who alighted down from it and proceeded to carry out something bulky from the back section. She was dressed in a cream blouse and matching skirt, having just returned home from being with a friend.
“Excuse me,” she said to one of the men lifting the bulky stuff towards her front door. There was a tarp covering whatever it was they were lifting so she couldn’t tell what it was. The driver of the truck came over to meet with her, taking his hat off his head. He was a tall black man with a bald head, though he appeared to be somewhere in his early to mid-thirties. He grinned at her as he came to a stop before her, holding a clipboard in his hand. He and his two colleagues both wore grey coveralls.
“Excuse me, but ... who are you people? And what is this you’re bringing into my home?”
“Hello, ma’am,” the bald-headed man smiled at her, holding up the clipboard. “My name’s Booker, and we’re with the Southside Moving company. It says here your husband purchased some recent furniture which is what we’re bringing here for him. Would you know if he’s around?”
“No, my husband isn’t here,” she said. “Are you sure about this - my husband never mentioned anything to me about buying any furniture.”
“It says so right here, ma’am. Here, take a look for yourself.”
Booker presented her with the manifest on the clipboard. Edith was looking at it, unaware that the other two black men - Jones and Curtis - had dropped the item they’d been lifting and both men came at her from behind. Edith gave a sudden cry as she felt herself suddenly lifted off her feet. Booker, as if well prepared for some movement, took hold of her legs and together he and Jones carted her into the house while Curtis dragged in the item they had been lifting into the house and closed the door and locked it.
Edith was struggling to be free, screaming even though the men wrapped a hand around her mouth and snapped at her to be quiet or else. She was shaking and mumbling under her breath as they carried her up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
The closet door cracked an inch open and the man hiding inside with a camcorder in his hands watched with mute excitement at the sight of the men bringing in the woman and dumping her on the bed. One of them - Jones - held her arms down with his colleagues hurriedly unzipped their coveralls and stood there in their briefs with their erection sticking out. The fear that came upon Edith was genuine as she feared she was about to be raped.
“Please ... please ... don’t rape ... don’t rape me, please,” she cried.
The three black men gazed down at her and erupted with laughter. Two of them began undoing the buttons of her jacket while the other still held her down from struggling.
“We ain’t here to rape you, bitch!” spat Curtis. “Just here to get some fun with your white ass.”
One of the men pushed her cotton panties to the side, enough for one of his colleague to investigate the three day growth of pubic hair starting to grow like freshly cut grass around her crotch. The man sucked air through his teeth as he held her leg apart and licked two of his fingers and slid them into her coochie. Edith howled from the mistreatment and kept struggling to be free from their grasp but that was impossible. The other brother too dipped his finger into her cunt. Now there were three fingers fucking her silly and though she was gasping, her body too was responding to their treatment. The one who now held her arms, Booker, took a cloth and wrapped it around her arms and tied the other end at the bed’s head post.
“You’d best shut that trap of yours up, bitch!” he growled at her. “Least you get me and my boys here upset.”
Edith knew she was beat, that nothing was going to stop the three men from having their way with her. She was still whimpering with fright as Curtis pulled her skirt and panties off her legs, leaving her lower body naked except for the pantyhose she had on. He lay on his face and pressed his lips on her cunt’s open lips. She beat her legs like a mad drum on the bed but Booker and Jones now held up her legs, making it impossible to fight the madness that was now consuming her. Edith thought she was still screaming aloud, except the words escaping her lips didn’t sound anywhere close to being screams at all. Instead they sounded more like she was having moaning fits. Her ass lifted up from the bed and Curtis dug into her, drilling his tongue in and out of her copious wet pussy. It sent back shards of stabbing delight back at her. She was now beating her head from side to side, panting like a bitch in wanton heat.
“Oh, she’s a horny slut,” murmured Curtis while his finger kept probing her cunt, going either way and out while Jones pinched the tip of her labia lips together, getting her further excited with the rush of lust and wanton elation that now overshadowed her.
“Yeah, the bitch just couldn’t wait to meet three brothers, could she,” Jones crackled.
“Alright bitch,” said Booker, who held the thick end of his shaft against her face; pre-cum dripped down on her cheek. “Let’s see you open those pretty lips of yours and take this dick! And you’d better not think of biting me.”
Errol was in the dark confines of the bed room closet with the lens of his video camera aimed at what was happening on the bed. One of the men stood next to his wife’s head, rudely thrusting his cock into her mouth. From where he hid, he easily caught the sound of her muffled, coughing grunts. The other was eating out her pussy while his partner stood at her other side stroking his dick. Soon the one who’d had his head down her crotch stood up and Errol watched with mounting excitement as he introduced his cock into his wife’s pussy and started thrusting his waistline into her. The men pulled her into the centre of the bed and the one fucking her kept on pounding away while his brothers watched. They laughed and joust their buddy and hi-fived each other while he kept on driving his pounder between the white woman’s legs which they held open for her. Errol listened in on their conversation, loved how it made him stroke his cock more.
“How that pussy feel like, brother?”
“Awhh men! Feel’s fucking good!”
“I’ll bet it’s tight too!”
A round of snigger filled the room; Edith’s voice kept rising and falling.
“The bitch’s pussy’s just gettin’ warmed up!”
“A’ight man! My turn to call tag.”
Curtis pulled his cock out of Edith and just before Booker took his turn between her legs, Errol caught the wide pink openness of his wife’s cunt and marvelled at what the black men were going to do to her between now and when they were done. He quickly checked his camcorder, saw that the battery was enough to last one more hour before calling it quits. He returned to filming the event just as the black bull called Booker now blocked the view between his wife’s legs.
Edith was stroking the other men’s cock and had her mouth busy sucking on one when she gazed downward and caught sight of the massive round head of his cock as he aimed it at her pussy’s entrance. Edith was about to call out, saying she didn’t think she could take his monster cock, but too late. Booker buried the head of his prick inside her and for a moment Edith felt like she’s just been shot with a surge of electricity. Her body jumped from where it lay on the bed as she howled as further and further Booker thrust inches of his shaft inside her. Edith was screaming and beating her head against the pillow as a roaring climax ran through her body. Her body went taut and shot from the bed as Booker buried the full length of his shaft all the way inside her. Edith gave a screeching groan before collapsing back on the bed. The brothers produced a howl of laughter as their buddy leaned forward and stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.
By the time Booker’s friend Jones called tag, Edith had lost count as to how many orgasms she had gotten in just a short period of time. Stars were still exploding before her eyes like fireworks when Jones turned her over and slipped into her from behind. Curtis opened her mouth and expanded it with his cock. For the next thirty minutes the three black men tossed and turned Edith and passed her around back and forth like she was nothing but a sex doll for their amusement. They laughed as each of them ended up shooting their load of cum inside her cunt as well as on her face and over her buttocks. Edith screamed at them not to cum inside her but her cries went unheeded. Even Errol was lost in fright at the sight of the men dumping their load inside her. This was double the sight of what had occurred the previous weekend when he’d let Tibbs win over his wife. Though the fright lasted only a brief moment. He kept wishing to come out of the closet to clean his wife’s pussy up.
Edith too was just as well enjoying the bout of fucking the men were giving her. It seemed to be going on for a long time and she was surprised when she glanced out the window once as Booker pulled back on her hair while he hammered into her from behind that it was still daylight. It felt as if the men had been fucking her for nearly half the day.
Errol had long switched off his camera and had jerked off twice while snuggled inside the closet and was right now watching the black man named Jones once more flexing his ass muscles as he sank his prick harder and harder into his wife’s cunt. Errol went on gasping and stroking his now limp prick as he watched Jones pound his darling wife’s pussy to submission and then he too groaned as he exploded inside her pussy. Jones rolled off her, gasping in line with her. Both his buddies sat at the edge of the bed, they too exhausted from the near endless bout of fucking they’d been giving to the horny wife.
Booker got up from the bed and to Errol’s horror he watched as Booker approached the closet door behind which he hid. What the hell was the fool about to do?
Booker turned to Edith who lay weak and tired on the bed. “Hey, bitch. We’ve got a surprise here for you. Say, ‘Open Sesame!’” he pulled the closet door open grabbed Errol’s arm and pulled him out of the closet and into the room. “Look at who’s been hiding in here and taking pictures of your slut self,” he laughed.
Edith sat up on the bed and a look of shock and surprise and fear lit her face as she saw her husband standing there naked, holding a camcorder in his hand.
“Errol!” she looked at him dumbfounded. “What are you doing in there?”
Jones and Curtis joined in laughing at Errol’s naked self, most especially at the sight of his limp cock still dripping semen over his hairy thigh. To say that Errol was embarrassed by the outing was the least he felt. Right there and then, with the way his wife looked at him and then three black men laughing at his predicament, he wished for the earth to open for him to fall in. And yet, a tiny part of him seemed to derive joy at the outing. He felt a slight kick in his prick; it was a sure sign that he was excited by what was happening right now.
“Hiya, Edith,” he muttered while his cheeks flushed at the sound of laughter that was around him.
“My God ... Errol ... you’ve been here all this time?”
He nodded. “I ... I arranged it.”
Edith’s eyes widened as he admitted this. “You arranged for these men ... to screw me? You did all of this?”
“Oh yeah, bitch,” answered Booker. “Your hubby here was the one who organised this meeting. Told you how much of a slut you’ve been and how you got fucked last weekend by some other bull. Well, it’s our turn now, and we ain’t leaving not till we’ve given back our money’s worth.”
“Alright, white boi,” said Jones, getting up from the bed and pushing Errol forward towards the bed. “You’ve been watching us fuck this broad all hour. It’s now time for your part of the bargain.”
Errol looked at them with twitching fear, unable to comprehend what they meant. As if to make emphasis, Jones slapped the back of his head and pushed him to get on the bed before his wife’s open legs.
“Get on there and start eating up your wife’s pussy, white boi. We ain’t here playing!”
“Hell no we ain’t!” said Curtis. He came to the side of the bed and pulled Edith’s head towards his prick. Edith opened her mouth and took his cock without any sign of a struggle.
Errol lay flat on the bed, his hands wrapped around his wife’s thighs as he leaned his face closer towards her swollen pussy. He took in the sweet, sour fragrance of cum and pussy juice dripping out of her wet pink cunt and lapped his tongue over her swollen labia once, then twice, before then burying his nose all the way into her cunt. One of the black man forced his face further downward on her pussy, ordering him to lick up every trace of semen that was in there. Errol did exactly as he was told to do. In a way he was smiling to himself.