For James

The man in a neatly tailored suit stood amongst the run down brick building. In the distance, he could faintly hear the sound of gunshots. Yet he stood firm and motionless. His gaze was distant as if nothing in this world was worthy of its interest. Yet when a group of school children ran by, his pupils constricted to focus in on the scene and slowly expanded to take in their joy and youth. Just as quickly, his gaze reverted back to its former glossy state. Time floated by and night fell. The figure of the man can no longer be seen amongst the ruin. It was not until later when the headlights of an old, beaten SUV driving by that the outlines of the man could be seen.

 

The car stopped and another man got out. He was shorter and much less handsome than the man in the suit. Yet he was much happier. The swagger, the wide-eyed grin, and his tone all pointed to this single glaring difference. It was hard not to be happy. Everything was going well for Mr. Jorge Barros. Tonight, he felt, would be the defining moment in his life. It was here and now that the demise of his arch enemy would begin.

 

“Don’t make me wait again,” said the well dressed man. “I don’t have much time, you know.”

 

“I am sorry man,” he said in a heavily accented voice. Jorge could be as amicable as a dog when the situation called for it. While he did not like the man’s attitude, he did need this foreign man to bring his dream to fruition. “Let’s speak on our way. Come get in.”

 

The two men sat on the cheap cloth sofa where the seat slumped heavily to the right, where the black man sat. “Shit’s boring. Got anything else?” said the heavy set black man.

 

His companion got up, and after a few minutes, came out with a disc in his hand. “This is from my PRIVATE collection. It’s a little hardcore. Don’t know if—”

 

“Just put the shit in.”

 

The screen went blank before the face of an Asian girl appeared. Her face was in full view as her hair was tied up in a neat bun. She was naked save for a pair of obscenely high heeled shoes. They were made of cheap see-through plastic and contrasted with the elegance of her being. As the camera panned out, the viewer could slowly make out the other characters of the film. All were men, and all were Hispanic and wore green military outfits. They formed a quasi-circle around the girl.

 

The audio on the film was not high and the two men can only guess at the command given to the girl as she sat to spread her creamy thighs. Her other hand pinched and pulled at her nipples. It was clear that she was masturbating for the enjoyment of the crowd. She was slow to get wet and took about ten to fifteen minutes before her fingers glistened with her own juice. When that occurred, a short but extremely muscular man came up and grabbed her hair, wrapping it several time around his hand. Using that as leverage, he yanked the girl to her knees.

 

He stuck two fingers into the girl’s mouth, probing it. The girl’s cheek sunk in as she sucked at it as if it was a man cock. The large man turned to his companions with an incredulous look on his face. Look what this whore is doing! He was already hard and with that tool he finally jammed it into the girl’s open mouth. His thick cock disappeared and reappeared before disappearing yet again into the girl’s throat. The small Asian’s chin was a shiny mess so he did not want to waste more of his erection on her mouth. Pushing her down, he made her held her thighs apart. Then in one fell swoop, he stabbed into her cunt. Even if the audio was clearer, no noise could have come from the girl as another hardened cock was already in her available mouth. The man penetrating her throat had his leg splayed indecently about as he jack hammered into her face.

 

“Hey Tay,” the white man said as he poked the mesmerized black man.

 

Annoyed, the Tay Johnson spatted, “What!?”

 

He was enjoying the way the man used the girl. On the screen, the soldier face fucking the tiny girl had filled her mouth with cum. Another was now having his tool cleaned by her tongue while several others were masturbating, cumming, and spitting on her face and breasts. The large soldier was still at it, fucking her cunt. Her slender hands still wrapped between her bended knees, holding her thighs apart.

 

“What THE FUCK!!!” screamed Tay when the TV turned bright blue. “Put the disc back in. I’m trying to bust a nut bitch.”

 

The white boy held the disc between his finger with a small grin. “The money I owe you-”

 

“Fuck you! You owe me close to $20g. Even if your faggot ass offered to suck me cock, you’ll still owe me $20g. Now put the shit back on.”

 

“She’s a good fuck. Her pussy is like velvet,” continued the white boy.

 

Perplexed and very much annoyed, Tay barked, “How the fuck you know?”

 

“I fucked her.”

 

“What does this have to do with anything?” asked the black man with a slight interest.

 

The white man smiled. “I’ll show you how you can make a few hundred dollars for at least eighteen years plus all of this bitch’s greatest hits.”

 

Tay Johnson looked at the man for a very long time before saying in a very serious tone, “You better not fuck with me.”

 

James Lee lied in front of the television with little Daniel bouncing off his stomach. The small 15 month old child giggled incessantly. “Dinner’s ready,” he heard his wife’s soft voice. Lifting Daniel up, he placed him back into his crib. He walked into the kitchen and saw Jeannie, with her hair in a bun, wearing a modest black knee length skirt and a pair of oversized bunny house slippers. His life was bliss. He touched his face and pinched it slightly. Yes, this is real. This is life. My life. My wife, my child, my life.

 

He went behind Jeannie and wrapped his hands around her. She looked up with adoring eyes, and they kissed- a soft passionate kiss. One hand held her firmly at the waist while the other pressed lightly at her rib, slightly below her breast. It was sensual. “Did Daniel eat?” he asked.

 

She nodded.

 

“Good, then it’s my turn,” he said with a mischievous grin and placed his head on her bosom like a child. She giggled.

 

“Dinner?”

 

He swept her up, and she let out a scream in mocked surprise. Holding her in his arms, he said, “Nope, dessert first,” and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom.

 

It was Saturday morning when Jeannie woke up. She had heard her son’s giggling sound and went downstairs before stopping at the doorway. Her husband was lifting their son in on his shoulder as the kid kept drumming his head. A smile involuntarily crossed her face. Life was so beautiful now even though...She shook the thought away and retreated back upstairs.

 

Turning on the shower, she tried to wash away all her unhappiness. She tried to smile but found herself crying instead. No, I can’t let that happen. It can’t happen again. We’ve gotten so far, and Daniel. James. She let the warm water fall onto her face, diluting away her tears.

 

“Honey, I’ll be home late tonight,” she closed the door as she said that, not waiting for a reply. She got into the car and checked her watch. She was late. Jeannie quickly backed the car out of the driveway and drove off. As she was driving, she stared at the duffel back on the passenger seat and mentally thought about each item she was to bring. When her mental checklist was complete, she sigh a breath of relief. She was always anxious when she had to meet him outside of work on the weekends. It was always harder to get out of the house without having James suspect foul play even though she knew he trusted her completely. He never even questioned her twice on how she got Daniel back. Only she and HE knew, and she wanted it to stay that way. This is my family. YOUR FAMILY JEANNIE LEE. As she drove, her mind traveled back to how she first met HIM, and she shuddered. Her small foot floored the gas pedal, hoping to drive away the thought.

 

She was exhausted, utterly so. The ordeal was physically and mentally draining. She wanted to just sleep away, but she knew she could not. James was still behind in South America so that she could come back first and retrieve their child. It was a simpler task than what her husband had to face in order to get them out. She could not fail him or their son.

 

Jeannie sat waiting, watching. Every so often her gaze would alternate between the piece of paper with the address scribbled on it and the number on the house. The people at the orphanage did not give it to her, but the Jeannie Lee of today would never let a triviality stop her.

 

After hours of waiting, she finally saw her son and his guardian. The man was a buffoon- large, black, and clumsy. She followed them. The more she saw, the more it pained her. He frequented shady establishments, leaving the child in the backseat, sometimes for hours. When he finally went home, she snuck around only to catch yet another glimpse of neglect. The man would mix sleeping pills into Daniel’s milk, sending the baby into an oblivious slumber. This was too much for her. Slumping against the wall of house and clasping her mouth, Jeannie Lee broke down into a silent cry.

 

The lawyer was right. She had no proof the child was hers, and even if she did, it would only show she neglected the child and gave him up for adoption. Worse still, she and James had very little money left. Tay Johnson, their child’s guardian, at the very least had an import/export business. If the man refused, there was no way they could get back Daniel. She swallowed hard before knocking. She had watched him and knew he was home.

 

Slumped in his couch watching another one of those hardcore discs, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it and was about to put a fist to the person’s face but stopped midway. Tay Johnson even stuttered as he tried to say, “How may I help you?”

 

Standing in front of him, in a neat business suit was a very attractive Asian girl. “Hi, are you Mr. Johnson?”

 

“Yes-yes…uh- come in,” he said as he felt his heart skip a beat.

 

As she walked passed him, he could smell the fragrant only the certain women could have- The sweet, flowery scent of innocence. Yet he knew better and a knowing smile crept over his face.

 

“Uh-can I, may I help you?”

 

“Mr. Johnson, did you adopt a baby? Of Asian descent? Daniel. That’s his name.”

 

“Sorry miss, but I can’t-gi”

 

“Sir, please. He’s my son!”

 

Tay Johnson could hardly contain his surprise. “Um…”

 

“PLEASE!”

 

“Well, you see-”

 

“No. I need to see him. My husband is still in South America just so I can come and find my son. I want him back.”

 

“I don’t think I---ah, oh well. Come with me,” the black man said.

 

When the girl saw her son, she ran to him and began mumbling gibberish as tears fell incessantly. Tay could only stare in bewilderment. Wow, a girl like that with a kid. Fucking whore. She looks like she’s barely 20. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he said and walked back out. That fucking Berg. No wonder he said wait and see. His devilish mind had already by this point concocted a plan.

 

The girl, holding her son, began to stroke him. Yet he was unresponsive. Swallowing her anger, she took the baby and accosted Tay.

 

“I know what you have been doing. If it’s money, take this,” she said, holding out a check with all their life savings.  

 

“Huh?” Tay said, feigning innocence. He looked at the number and was not impressed. “I can’t. You see, I love-”

 

“SHUT UP!” she shouted, unable to contain herself further. “How can you say that when I know what you did?!?!? YOU FUCKING MONSTER…I’m taking him back!”

 

“No, you’re not. I’ve got all the paperwork. He’s now Daniel Johnson.”

 

“Not when you’re poisoning him.”

 

“Where’s proof? You’re trespassing.”

 

“I’ll sue.”

 

“Sure. We’ll see how a porn slut can win custody of a kid that she does not even know.” Only then did Jeannie saw herself on TV.

 

“NO!” she screamed as the scene brought back the nightmarish hell. She yanked the cord from the TV. Tay just smiled.

 

“Leave the baby or I’ll get it myself. Don’t blame me if he falls on his head.”

 

Jeannie backed away and realized she was in a compromising situation with the much larger man situated between her and the door. She turned to run into the room but felt a hand grab her hair. “AHHHhh,” she said as she fell backwards, still clutching to the baby. A feet was jammed into her back, and she crouched into a fetal position. “StOP!! You’ll hurt him. HERE take him back!”

 

Tay took the baby back and gave her one more vicious kick to the abdomen as he took the boy back to his crib in his bedroom. Jeannie was still gasping for breath and massaging her stomach when he returned.

 

“He’s a cute kid. Just like the chink baby I never had,” he said laughing. “We’ll have some good times. Weed, booze, all the good stuff. Just me and him, father and son.”

 

“No please,” Jeannie stammered. “Mr. Johnson, I want my son back. If you want money, I can get more. I’ll work. I’ll get a job or something. Just don’t do that to my son.”

 

Tay’s eyes widened. This was what he wanted to hear. With a large finger, he lifted her chin. Beautiful. More so in the flesh. He had wanked off thinking of her many times before. Tonight, she’ll do the wanking. Tay began unbuckling his pants. He kicked them off to reveal a large semi-erect cock.

 

“I’ll be nice. I’ll let you show me how persuasive you are.”

 

The small Asian girl was kneeling between the fat thighs of the larger black man. Behind her, where the attention of the man was focused was the television. She could hear the sound quite well. Deep within her mind, she knew too what was happening. How could she not? Without having to turn around, she knew the poor starlet was tied, hand to elbow, leg to thigh. There was also a collar around her neck and she was paraded around a band of sex deprived soldiers, crawling on her elbow and knees.

 

Tay Johnson enjoyed the show. His large cock was fully erect. Whether it was the content of the movie or the skillful hands of the porn actress, he did not know nor care. Her two small hands continued to massage and stroke his cock. On the screen, she was being anally buggered. How would that feel? He smiled. He’ll find out. His cock twitched.

 

“Aim it on your face,” he said casually as he continued to focus just on the film. “Ugghhggghhhhh….whooooooa,” he screamed and finally came, replacing her hand with his as he wiped the last of the semen onto her face in spots where there wasn’t any. She kept her hands down by her side as she looked up. She knew better than to wipe away a man’s precious cum. Tay Johnson was not surprised by her professionalism. He was, however, curious about her story, but that was for later.

 

He patted the empty seat next to him, which the naked Jeannie quickly filled. Tenderly he scooped the semen into her mouth. She licked and sucked at his finger until they were clean. Only a thin coat of smeared cum remained on her face giving it a particular shine. He pulled her closer to him and she leaned in, kissing and sucking his neck, ear, and face. A passerby would certainly mistaken the tender moment as one shared by two lovers.

 

The hardcore porn of the young mother continued to play on the screen. On certain parts, Tay would tell her to stop and watch. He would shift his attention from the screen to her face to decipher any emotion or thoughts she might have. It was not hard to gauge her discomfort. At such junctures, he would press her head to his broad shoulders while his giant hands slid down to her sex. It would part, press, and massage her sex knob. He could feel it growing.

 

Like the man on film, he pushed her onto her back as he began sucking on her delectable tits. Jeannie suddenly fought back. Go ahead, fight. I’ll conquer you just the same. He continued to grab on and like a skilled cowboy, he was determined to ride his ride. Tears began to roll freely from her eyes as she was reliving her rapes. More than that she feared what might happen.

 

She had given birth to Daniel no more than 5 months ago and her body was still in disequilibrium. Her oxytocin level were still high in preparation for milk ejection. An unwanted side effect was the ease of orgasm upon nipple stimulation. She could feel her insides spasming. Jeannie was a scientist, and she understood her own physiology. She had to fight this humility. Cumming for James was fine, but not for this man, and definitely not when being raped.

 

His huge cock stretched her cunt. A grade-A whore. The cunt was spasming and already near orgasm. Her panting was increasing and her eyes narrowed into a dreamy bliss. That’s right, think of a big black cock up your little slit. She was screaming “No” the entire time, and even offering her cute little ass for him to fuck. That’s a first. An anal whore. Tay chuckled. Jeannie wanted to avoid giving this man her orgasm at all cost, but it was too late.

 

She felt her body grow tensed up as that indescribable urgency to pee filled her being as she came. Tay can literally feel her cunt juice spurt. And in a moment, both came, almost simultaneously. What a gusher. She covered her face with her small hands while the big beast fell atop of her- fat, smelly and sweaty. This time, even the large frame of her assailant failed to flatten away her shame. She had cum hard.

 

Tay was an experienced man, and he can definitely tell the difference between a simulated orgasm and a real one, especially in this case when he had the films for comparison. This bitch really did cum. He patted his crotch in self-admiration. Nothing a large black cock won’t solve.

 

Jeannie appeared from the kitchen with a can of beer in her hand and nothing on her body. Even the small patch of pubic hair was removed, much to the girl’s embarrassment. However, she was afraid of the large man and the power he had over her. Lowering her eyes, she tip toed over to him. This was TJ’s improvisation on heels. Like all men, he liked them- the higher the better. However, that applied only with regards to outings. At home, he preferred them on their toes. This made the woman more conscious of her purpose- to entice.

 

She sat next to him, like a loving girlfriend. He turned to her and pointed at a bag. “Put them on,” he said.

 

Jeannie went over and did as commanded. Dressed in a black cotton mini-skirt and a white spaghetti strapped top, she looked youthful. In fact, she had expected it. Men are strange creatures in many ways. When a woman was clothed, he would do everything to get her naked. Yet when she was in the nude, he would compel her to accessorize, to don skimpy outfits to seduce him.

 

The large plastic see-through high heels completed her outfit. They click rhythmically as she walked into the bedroom to find TJ. She also expected to be fucked. What she did not expect were the lighting and camera equipments set up. The man looked at her and explained, “We’re making a video.”

 

“Wh—NO. I can’t,” said Jeannie. Sex with him was bad. Cumming due to the physiology of motherhood was worse. Having sex and cumming on camera was absolutely intolerable. She backed toward the door.

 

“That’s fine if you don’t want to,” said TJ.

 

Jeannie knew the veiled threat and quickly retracted her stance, “Not that I don’t want to, but I’m just not prepared.”

 

“Don’t worry bitch, I got your lines all worked out there,” he said pointing to a stack of paper.

 

TJ did spend some time working on this. Ever since watching the unfortunate girl’s ordeal on cheap film and inaudible audio, he wanted to help the reluctant star and do her justice. In fact, he wanted to be a film star himself, one way or another. What better way to get a hit then to have a girl like Jeannie on film with him. Most of the porn stars were straight out sluts- tattooed bodies, piercings, and faces that showed signs of age and mileage. This girl was different. Better yet, she was Asian and quite different from the batch of Asian starlets that fuck on film. She had the air of innocence and class that the professionals could never match. One look, and any man would be convinced of her educated and proper upbringing.

 

“These lines- I…”

 

“Better memorize them. You don’t have much time before my son wakes up. An infant watching his slut of a mother fuck is bad for the psyche. Some Freudian shit.” Seeing her reluctance, he added, “If you do a good job, I’ll let you take the little guy home.” He caught her glance and nodded.

 

Jeannie went silent and stared at the lines. After about ten minutes, the bedroom was turned into a makeshift porn set. The director/actor stripped down revealing a huge erection. The idea of making Jeannie willingly participate was surely a larger turn-on then anything he had done to her in the preceding weeks.

 

He gave a signal and the girl in mini-skirt and high heels strutted seductively into view. She sat on the bed and stared into the camera.

 

“Hi,” she said in the most slutty voice she could manage, “My name is Pussy Lee. I have a Masters in bioengineering but don’t let that deceive you though. I’m still a horny girl. A cunt with brains. I still need a huge, gigantic cock,” on cue, she closed her eyes and licked her lips seductively before continuing, “Do you have a big dick?”

 

“Yeaaaaa?” she moaned. “Want to fuck my pussy?”

 

The camera panned out and slowly scrolled up the endless terrain that was her legs. She now had a finger in her mouth which she was sucking. She stared back into the camera. “Want to see what the rest of the package holds before deciding?” Teasingly, she began to strip off each article of clothing. Again, the camera lingered on her body. With a little special effect (via a spray bottle), her body looked wet and sparkly. “I’m a small girl. I hope you don’t mind if I call you Daddy.”

 

The lines were very well rehearsed, and TJ was pleased. What progressed next were Jeannie masturbating, dildo play, and then a blowjob scene. This latter scene was skillfully done from a first person point of view. There were no other cocks around and so TJ had to offer his own. “Hard already, Daddy?” the girl practically moaned her lines out. As she continued with her role, TJ almost dropped the camera and had to repeat a few shots. Fucking natural. He came a short while after. Embarrassed, he made Jeannie blow him a second and a third time around in order to dull his senses.

 

Slowly the girl crawled onto the bed. With her small bubbly ass to the camera, she turned around and smacked her cheeks a few times. “Pussy’s a bad girl. She’s been dreaming of cocks. Full, hard cocks. Daddy, come spank me.” Without further invitation, TJ, and thus the viewer, moved closer. A big black hand replaced hers on her bottom. The hand squeezed and slapped at the smooth meaty surface until it blushed a crimson color. Her bald cunt was equally attractive as a large finger spread and pushed into its inviting pinkness.

 

Jeannie with her head down and mumbling obscenities the entire time could feel the man’s cock at her cunt entrance. What’s he doing? He pushed in gradually, the way James had the first time she ever made love to a man. She felt his bulbous head slowly split her, but the pace was agonizingly slow. TJ wanted the bitch to feel every minute and every inch of his tool. He was to conquer her. One inch. Stop. A few slaps to her ass cheeks. Two inches. Pinch them fucking nips. Her pussy spasms. Three inches. A grab at her tits. Four inches. Kisses on her back. Five inches. A hand wrapped around her long silky hair. Six inches. Slowly increasing pressure on her hair, his reins. Seven inches. The pull on her hair was now stronger, more dominating. Eight inches. Her neck was arched backward. Nine inches. Time for her to feel it. TENELEVENAWHOLEFOOT. He speared her, causing a painful yelped. He stabbed at her cervix as if he wanted to pierce it and fuck her uterus as well. She kept playing her part. This was all too much for TJ and for Jeannie as well. He could feel her spasms grow stronger. Not this time. He groaned and flushed her insides with his seeds. They spilled out of her pussy in torrents. Pulling out, he gave her ass a final blow. “Slut!” he spat.

 

Jeannie collapsed, unsatisfied. She finally broke. Burying her face with two hands, she sobbed. When will her body recover? Fucking oxytocin. I’m so dirty. The camera zoomed in on her pussy a little longer before fading to black.