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, Miriam, and her husband,
Maurice, 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, Dick,” I recognized her sweet female voice. “It’s
Miriam here. Maurice and I were planning on visiting
you in St Croix over my spring break.”
Miriam was a high school English teacher back in
Mountain Brook, Alabama.
“We already bought our tickets for this week until
Maurice 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, Miriam 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! Miriam
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.
Miriam 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 Negro porter took Miriam’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 Negro 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, Ike,” I said to the tall black fellow behind the
front desk. Ike Turner is the front desk manager.
“How’s Tina?” I joked. We have a standing joke about
him and Tina Turner.
“She be good, Mon,” Ike replied in his Caribbean
accent.
“Ike, I’d like you to meet Miriam. Miriam, this is
Ike.”
Ike took Miriam’s hand in his big black paw. I wasn’t
sure if he held her hand a little too long or if it was
Miriam 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 Dick’s is a friend of mine, especially
one as beautiful as you.”
I couldn’t believe it but Miriam was actually blushing.
“It is very nice to meet you, too, Ike,” Miriam said in
her sweetest Southern Belle voice.
If I didn’t know better, Miriam 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 Miriam her room which was next to the one that
I normally share with my wife. Miriam 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 Miriam’s Pina Colada.
While she danced with me, Miriam 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. Miriam 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 Ike. Start off nice and slow
but finish rough. I hadn’t known that Miriam liked to
be fucked roughly but I did my best “Ike” 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, “Dick, 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, Miriam 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 Miriam 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 Miriam 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 Miriam 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
Negroes 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 Miriam.
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 Malcolm, pretty lady. Your husband said I
could dance with you.”
Miriam looked over at me with a puzzled smile before
turning back to the black man.
“Why, yes,” Miriam said to the Negro. “I’d love to
dance with you.”
I was kind of surprised that Miriam danced with a total
stranger, especially one who was black.
“Well,” I thought to myself, “Miriam’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
Malcolm took Miriam 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 Miriam 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. Miriam excused herself to go to the powder
room.
When she returned, she drank some more of the potent
Pina Colada that Malcolm had ordered for her. The black
man took Miriam’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 Miriam 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. Miriam
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,” Malcolm 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 Miriam’s suitcase
while she was out of the room earlier today and went
through her sexy lingerie.
Malcom 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 Miriam with the black stranger.
Miriam came back and promptly said, “Dick, I think it’s
time we go back to your condo.”
Then she amazed me even further as she turned to the
black man, “Malcolm, will you join us for a nightcap in
our condo?”
“Sure, sure. Anything that the pretty little lady
wants.” Malcolm looked over at me and winked.
Miriam and Malcolm 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 Negro. 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
Malcolm pushed Miriam 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. Malcolm 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.
Malcolm 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 Miriam’s ear loud enough for me and the
vodeocamera to hear.
“Put it in for me, Missy.”
Miriam 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.
Miriam gasped as the huge black cock thrust into her
tight vagina for the very first time. Her arms went
around his broad black back. Malcolm didn’t waste
anytime going deep. Fortunately for Miriam, she was
moist enough to lubricate her embattled pussy. The
extra dose of Aphrodisiac that Malcolm 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 Miriam couldn’t get enough of Malcolm’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 Miriam 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 Miriam with the black stranger but at least she
was right next door to my own bedroom. Miriam and
Malcolm 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, Miriam
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, Miriam had
packed and taken all of her things with her. She must
have had her fill of St Croix and black men. Miriam’s
bedroom was a disaster zone. The sheets and pillows
were strewn all over the place. The black man’s cum and
Miriam’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 Miriam had packed up and gone home until
I got a call later on in the week from Maurice.
“Dick, have you seen or heard from Miriam?” 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, Maurice. 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 Miriam. 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 Miriam 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 Miriam 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 Miriam. It was Miriam!
“Oh, my gawddd!” I thought to myself. “Miriam has
turned into a hooker?”
I was about to approach Miriam 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 Miriam, 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.
“Miriam, 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 Miriam get fucked by three black men. Actually I
couldn’t believe that Miriam was doing this either.
I caught the first of the show. Miriam 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 Miriam talking to the black men. She was
actually encouraging them to fuck her. Miriam 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 Miriam audibly gasp. Then I saw why.
This guy was huge. He crawled up between Miriam’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
Miriam 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 Negro manhood would ever fit into
her tiny blonde pussy.
After eating out the pretty blonde wife’s pussy, the
giant Negro 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 Miriam didn’t have one last Saturday when we
made love together.
Miriam’s legs went up over his muscular buttocks. The
giant Negro 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. Miriam 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 Miriam was taking all of it. I
couldn’t believe that my own pants were down around me
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 Negro
bust his big black nut into the pretty blonde wife.
The next guy wanted a blow job. Miriam 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 Miriam lay on her side as he
laid down behind her. Miriam 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.
Miriam tried to scream to no avail as she was still in
his tight clutches.
I could tell that Miriam 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 Miriam 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 Miriam 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. Miriam 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 Maurice on my cell phone.
Fortunately, he picked up on the first ring.
“Maurice,” 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 Maurice. “No wonder
Miriam 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.”
“Maurice, we may not have that much time. They might
move her to another location or even kill her tonight,”
I pleaded with him.
“Dick, 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 Miriam 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, Miriam 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.
Miriam seemed to be not able to scratch that terrible
itch between her legs. Each Negro who fucked her, she
made feel like her first and only lover. Miriam 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 Miriam fucking a lot
of well-hung black men.
Maurice 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 Miriam’s pimp and told him that we wanted to
watch Miriam in action.
He said, “Mon, for a regular like you, one hunter
dollars for both of ya.”
He led us up the staircase. Miriam was already in
action when the curtain was opened.
“Goddamn it” Maurice exclaimed. My little bitch of a
wife loves fucking these big-dicked niggers. Look at
her fuck him back. Miriam 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!”
Maurice’s outburst kind of surprised me so I decided to
defend her.
“Maurice, 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 Maurice 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 Miriam 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 Maurice 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, Maurice’s
business grew and grew especially with the help of all
of his new black clients. Miriam sealed more deals in
her bed than Maurice ever could just by himself.
On a Saturday night, Maurice would dress up his pretty
blonde wife for dinner date and a night on the town
with one or more of his black clients. Miriam would
then take them home to Maurice’s newly installed
playroom. The clients loved Miriam so much that they
always came back for more. The black businessmen had
ready access to her sweet little pussy anytime they
wanted. Miriam now had hundreds of black lovers to
scratch that big black cock itch between her pretty
white legs.
Maurice was now his wife’s pimp. She was fed a steady
stream of big black cock. Miriam was a high-priced slut
for big black cock. Not only did Maurice 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.
Miriam even made it to Amateur Video World’s highest
ranking of five stiff boners. If only her daddy could
see her now. Would he jerk off while watching her
getting fucked by big black studs like millions did
now?