(Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the second part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.)
Dan squinted through his dark sunglasses at the man walking around the small lawn area where he and his fiancΓ©e Jen had set up a yard sale. The man was a tall, well-built black man wearing jeans and a black T-Shirt - one of those old
And One
shirts with "How you gonna play me?" printed on the front and "Wrong." on the back. Dan wondered if he was with the Celtics, because the guy was easily six and a half feet tall and well muscled. It was getting toward 4 PM, closing time for the yard sale, and Dan thought it might be worth a shot to just ask him, but then he noticed the guy was not really looking at the items strewn about the lawn at all. Instead, he kept walking and turning, and every time he turned he looked directly at where Jen sat next to Dan, behind a small fold out table and just a few inches further back. A small smile tugged at Dan's lips.
"See anything you like?" Dan called out to the man with a good-natured, but slightly wolfish grin.
"Oh... I'm just looking," said the stranger in a low, but powerful, voice that carried easily across the yard. When he said it, though, he never took his eyes off Jen, who sat counting the money from the day's sales in a cookie tin in her lap. Dan smiled even wider and the man glanced back at him for a second longer than most men caught looking at his future wife ever had, before pretending to inspect the merchandise at his feet.
Dan turned casually in his chair to face Jen, his back to the stranger and said in a low-pitched and authoritative voice, "Stop counting the money. Put it back in the tin and put the tin on the table. Then I want you to walk around to the front of the table and bend over as far as you can and begin counting the money again. You will do this until I tell you to stop and NOT before, no matter what. We have a chance to make some real money here and if you screw it up, I'll be very disappointed in you. Do you understand?"
Jen froze as soon as Dan started speaking and abruptly nodded and put the money back in the tin. Never lifting her eyes to her fiancΓ©, she placed the tin carefully in the center of the table and stood up and walked around to the front of it. Her high heels made her sway her shapely hips on the uneven ground. She wore a black mini-skirt that Dan had forced her to buy for herself the last time she had been naughty and let another man touch her without his permission. She had the perfect model's body of 34-23-36 and breasts that would not quit, so most guys she came in contact with tried to touch her. Soft and straight brown hair and sultry deep brown eyes and with a body that knows how to walk in heels - who could blame them? Nevertheless, each time that happened, Dan warned her he would humiliate her to a greater degree. Now, dressed as a common nightclub fuck slut at their yard sale on her grandmother's lawn, she bent over slowly, the skirt riding up just enough to see the bottom curves of her tight, round ass and black lace panty-covered twat from the busy street beyond. Dan smiled again with satisfaction, knowing the opportunity for even greater humiliation had arrived.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I can interest you in?" Dan asked the stranger in a measured voice. The man was already staring at Jen's ass and after a few seconds looked at Dan. Dan took off his sunglasses and rested them in his lap.
"Really. Everything is for sale," he said as his eyes slid to Jen's seductively postured body. For added effect, he nudged one table leg and hissed, "Spread your legs a little, slut." Jen breathed in sharply, but did as she was told. The effect of Jen's legs bending and spreading awkwardly at Dan's command was immediate on the prospective buyer and Dan could see him tilt his head slightly sideways and gulp against the sudden lump in his throat.
"Why don't you come closer and inspect my more valuable assets," Dan said in the same measured tone he had used before. The man stared at Dan for a moment that seemed to suspend time, but then he slowly walked to stand close to Jen, his body almost touching her right hip, as she remained bent over and counting the money as she was told.
"Go ahead," said Dan in a voice pitched a little lower than before. "Touch the merchandise and let me know if you'd like to see a little more." The black man's breathing became huskier at this and he cast a quick glance at the road before reaching his large hands out, tentatively at first, to touch Jen's hip and ass over the dress. The man breathed out deeply, as if he had been holding his breath since he had arrived. Jen's eyelids fluttered and she paused for a fraction of a second before remembering her instructions.
"What's your name?" Dan asked.
"Jim," the man breathed out.