"Please, not here", I sobbed. My blonde hair falling across my eyes as my shoulders shook. His eyelids heavy, bored, watching me in silence. He knew I would. I had no choice. "Not here. These people know me. They know my family." Pleading, tears in my eyes. No answer. He just lifted the napkin from his lap, leaned back a bit in the booth. Those eyes crushing my will, waiting for what we both knew would happen.
I glanced nervously around the restaurant. People I knew. Ellen and Stephanie over near the window. People we went to church with. Our children played ball together. Barbeques and dinner parties at each others homes. My husband played golf with Ted Sanders and his law partner sitting at the bar.
His arm around me, maybe they wouldn't see. We were in a back booth. My fingers fumbled with his zipper. Hands below the table. If I hurried.... As I touched it, pulled that huge piece of meat from his pants, I felt it stir. Shifting in my seat I felt slippery between my legs. Felt the dildo in my pussy rub that damn ass plug with only a thin membrane between.
How could this happen? How did I get here? Me, Andrea Wilson. Mother of two wonderful boys and a beautiful girl. Husband to the best cardiologist in this part of the state. My own successful real estate business.
How did I wind up sitting here in my home town stroking this enormous black cock knowing it would soon cum in my mouth. How did I become his whore? They'll see me. Everyone will know it's not a client luncheon. My husband, my children, how can I face them? I bent below the table straining to get my lips around that fat delicious dick. Tears in my eyes as my hand reached under my dress and I began to finger myself.... Drool and pre-cum beginning to run down my chin. How did I get to this point?
Three months earlier
"Wow Andy, that's a lot of money. Are you sure you want to bet that much?" Kelly's eyes were wide looking at the pile of chips I had on the roulette table. She and Cindy had long since spent their "pocket money" and were ready to leave. They'd been the ones who'd insisted that I go to the casino. I don't gamble. At least not until they dragged over from the hotel. Tomorrow would be the third day of the real estate conference that we'd all driven to Tunica for. Two more days and we would head back across the Mississippi river to our homes in Conway, Arkansas.
Conservative, traditional, Conway. My hometown. Where I was born and raised. Where I went to high school (Prom queen thank you very much). College at the Methodist University. Married my high school sweetheart. The only time we left was while Phillip (that's Dr Wilson to you) did his cardiology fellowship in Dallas. When the children entered their teens, I gotten board and looked for something to do. We had recently moved into our new house and I'd become involved in selling the old one. Passed my test and started selling other people's houses. Kelly and Cindy were long time friends who helped me part-time. I'd just opened my own business and this was our way to celebrate.
Maybe that's why I'd given up on the white wine and started on martinis. Can you believe they just bring them to you while you play? I didn't know anything about the card games. Dice seemed so shady. Then I saw roulette. It seemed so easy. If you put enough chips on the board, you almost always get some back. It's such a thrill to wait on that little ball to drop.
"It's getting late Andy," whined Cindy. "I want to go to bed."
"Black 20" Called out the man with the crooked stick. He took most of my chips on the board but did give me some back for my chips on black. Even when you loose you win. How exciting.
"Ya'll go on. I'll be up in a little bit" It's not like I would disturb them coming in late. Kelly and Cindy were sharing a room. Tina had backed out at the last minute and I'd ended up alone across the hall. "I won't be much longer".
After thirty minutes and several promises, they finally went upstairs. I had another martini and continued to play. Not as well as before. All of that nagging must have changed my luck. My stack of chips dwindled steadily.
As fast as I lost, the man sitting next to me seemed to win. What with talking to the girls, the martinis and the excitement, I hadn't really noticed him. He was so quiet. With my chips almost gone, I began to watch him. No hesitation. After each play, he placed chips around the table in a relaxed and confident manner. It was as if he didn't care. But he won. Time and again he collected more chips than he bet. And the chips looked so small in his hands. I guess it was probably his hands that I noticed first. They were huge. And black, dark black hands with rings on nearly every finger. Gold, diamonds. They flashed and caught the light when his hands moved.
Gradually my eyes traveled up his arms. I realized he was wearing an expensive suit. It looked like and Armani, but was clearly tailored to fit his enormous shoulders. A Countess Mara tie. His handcrafted shirt fit him perfectly. I just had time to take in the large muscular shaven head when he turned and caught me staring. I looked away quickly, but not before seeing those eyes. Heavy lids, half closed. He looked at me, or rather, he looked into me. He knew me. And we had never met. Suddenly it was hot in the room. I had never had much interaction with black men, and certainly had never been around one who looked right through me like this. He looked to be in his mid thirties. Six or seven years younger than my 42.
"Red 17" I turned to see that I had lost all but a couple of chips. Damn. I didn't want to go. Actually, I'd spent rather more than I intended. Phillip was not going to be happy. He didn't like my "little real estate thing" as he called it anyway. I had taken out a loan to start the business and he had been angry. I was determined to make a go of my business, but I'd created a very tight budget. Tonight I'd done some serious damage to that budget.
"Oh well," I thought. I placed my last two chips on the number three for my three children. As I did, I bumped that big black hand putting a big stack of chips next to mine. "I'm sorry" I murmured as I jerked my hand back.
