Magically a big black man appeared at the barmaid's side. "Sir, you and the lady need to come with me," he said. I guessed that he was the bouncer and he had at least eighty pounds on my husband.
We were led into a back office that was as elegant as the club. An incredibly good looking black man was sitting behind a large cherry wood desk. He directed us to chairs in front. His bouncer stood behind my husband and after we sat the man behind the desk said, "My name is Stevens Mr. Thomas. I own this club and I understand that you can't cover your tab."
"There must be some mistake," said Mark shakily. "I'm sure that the credit card company has made a mistake."
"Well that doesn't get me my twelve hundred dollars," he replied.
"We can get you the money tomorrow when the bank is open," I interjected.
"And you are?"
"I'm his wife," I said frostily.
"Oh, I see. I thought maybe you were... Well anyway, tomorrow won't do."
"And why not?" I asked testily.
"Because I say so. You know I could have the two of you arrested." He got up from his chair and walked around the desk and sat on the top facing us. "You know when I first saw you on our security monitors Mrs. Thomas I thought that you were a hooker." He smiled and continued, "You're so incredibly beautiful that I figured that your date must be very wealthy to afford you."
I sat silently, fuming as he continued, "I'm considering offering an opportunity to, how should I say, an opportunity to work off this tab." He just kept staring at me with a smile on his lips.
"You don't mean washing dishes do you?" I asked knowing the answer.
"This is ridiculous," said my husband. "Come on dear, let's go." He started to get up but the big bouncer put his hand on Mark's shoulder and pushed him back into the chair.
I suddenly felt hot. This wasn't going well and the boss just kept staring at me expectantly. Sweat broke out on my upper lip. "Mr. Stevens I'm sure that we can work this out satisfactorily," I said.
"I hope so Mrs. Thomas because I'd hate to see you two spending a night in jail. Perhaps your husband would like to leave with Charles and you and I can come up with a solution."
"I will not leave," said my husband and he tried to stand, again unsuccessfully due to the big man behind him.
"Very well, stay and watch," said Stevens. "For starters Mrs. Thomas I want you to suck my cock."
"This is outrageous," raged my husband. But the bouncer had his hand on Mark's shoulder and he squeezed. "Owww, oww that hurts," exclaimed Mark.
Stevens ignored him and stood up, right in front of me. "Well? Shall I call the police?" he asked politely.
I looked down at his crotch and I thought that a blow job for twelve hundred dollars seemed like a fair trade. I reached up and unzipped his pants.
Mark exclaimed, "Sheila!" and then said "Owww, oww" as the bouncer tightened his grip.
I reached into the slit of his boxers and grasped his soft cock. Even without seeing it I could tell that it was bigger than Mark's. I pulled his cock out. It was limp in my hand but obviously bigger than anything I'd ever had in my mouth before. I know it sounds trite, but his soft black tool look enticing encircled by my white fingers. It was hot in my hand and I felt a little tingling in my groin.
"Sheila," whispered my husband.
Leaning forward I took him into my mouth. Because he was soft I took the whole thing in my mouth. I smelled a very musky odor when my nose came in contact with his groin.
I looked up at Stevens and saw a big smile on his face as his cock grew thicker and longer. I kept the whole thing in my mouth until it grew too long and I had to bring my head back. He was now semi-erect and when I moved my head forward his cock slid into my throat but I was still able to take his entire length. Twice more I slid it out and back in before it became too firm and I could no longer swallow it all.
I let it slide out of my mouth so I could take a deep breath and now fully erect, it pointed at my face. I could see that it was probably at least eight inches long and thicker than Mark's. It was circumcised and the one eyed snake was already dripping pre-cum. I felt my heart beating harder in my chest.
I moved a curl of my blond hair from in front of my face, leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off the soft, black, velvety tip. I think I heard my husband whimper as I started stroking him and bobbing my head up and down. His rod was as hard as a broom handle, no more like a steel rod; but it was hot in my hand and I could barely get my fingers around its girth. I was having a little problem breathing around it and I let it slide out.
Stevens was still smiling at me and as I looked at the big black member pointing at my face I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel in my pussy and I felt myself getting wet down there.
I must have smiled inadvertently because he said, "I'll bet that it's bigger than your husband's isn't it Mrs. Thomas?" I just leaned my head forward and took his black rod between my red lips.
I must have sucked and stroked him for at least twenty minutes before he put his hands on the back of my head and groaned. His cock seemed to thicken in my mouth and I pushed my head as far forward as I could, forcing his cock down my throat.
"Oh yes," he groaned, pulling my head toward him a little further.
I couldn't believe out much I had down my throat when he groaned again and flexed his hips toward me. His cock seemed to have grown impossibly large and I knew that I couldn't keep it down my throat for long when my fingers felt a surge travel through his cock and his sperm exploded down my throat. I couldn't help it; I gagged and white cum boiled out of my mouth. I pulled back and swallowed, then pushed forward the same time he pushed his hips forward and another gusher went into my throat. I was able to handle this one better and I kept sucking and swallowing until I felt his body relax.
I kept him in my mouth for a few more minutes while his body shook with several small orgasmic spurts. I kept expecting him to start getting soft because that's what happens to Mark afterwards, but Richards was still iron hard as I looked down my nose and watched his black cock slide out between my lips.
I used my fingers to wipe his cum from around my mouth and my chin and then licked them. The sour, salty taste of his cum was somehow pleasant on my tongue as I licked my fingers clean. He smiled widely as he watched me; obviously pleased with the job I had done. I noticed that some had dripped onto my blouse and I wiped that off with my fingers and transferred the white goo to my tongue like it was nectar.
"Jesus Sheila!" said my husband.
I looked up at Richards smiling face. He had his eyes closed. "Well Mr. Richards, are we even?" I asked.
He looked down at me smiling. "Sweetheart, no blow job in the world, even as one as great as that one is worth twelve hundred dollars."
He took my shoulders and lifted me up until I was standing, facing him. Slowly he unbuttoned my blouse; pushed the sides away and palmed my breasts in his big black hands. I felt, and he no doubt did too, my nipples harden under his palms. Then he leaned his head down and kissed me. His tongue probed between my lips and I opened them wide and slid my tongue into his mouth. My pussy felt soaking wet and I felt my labia swelling between my legs.
I kept my eyes closed while we kissed and felt his fingers unzip my skirt. It was so tight on my hips that he had to use two hands to peel it off my butt until it finally slid to the floor around my ankles; all while keeping our lips locked together.
I knew that the bouncer and my husband had a clear view of my naked ass, but it didn't seem to matter to me. I was only aware of the handsome black man kissing me. He grasped both of my pale butt cheeks in his black hands and became aware that I had on no panties. "Nice," he murmured, squeezing my ass.
Keeping one hand on my butt, he kissed me and fondled my breast with the other. He pinched my nipple and I looked down and watched his black fingers softly rubbed the hard knob on my breast. It felt like my pussy was almost dripping when he dropped his right hand from my breast and slid it between my legs. I could feel the heat from his hand as it slid down to my shaved pussy and I spread my legs a little.
My face grew hot and I shuddered when his fingers caressed my outer labia. His finger slid between the lips and I moaned. "You're all hot for me aren't you my little slut?" I moaned again as his black fingers softly penetrated between my swollen pink lips.
I thought that I could hear my husband breathing deeply, but I paid no attention as Stevens' black finger entered my pink love canal. He slid a finger from his left hand into the crack of my ass. His finger found the bud of my butthole and I shuddered while the fingers on his right hand slid in and out of my wet vagina, massaging my clitoris. He smothered my moan with his mouth and I shuddered again, my toes tingling as I climaxed against his hand.
When he felt me relax he lifted his hands to my face and gently slid wet fingers between my lips to let me taste my sex on his fingers. I looked at his handsome face and then without speaking he moved me back one step. I looked down at his black cock, still hard as a telephone pole. He reached down and undid his belt and pants and together we pushed his pants down around his knees. I wanted to kneel down and take that black hard thing back in my mouth again, but he had other ideas. He maneuvered me around him and bent me over his desk. I stretched out my arms and grasped the other side of the desk, the hard wood cold against my breasts and stomach. I presented my backside to him; now anxious to feel his black cock inside of me.
