Winners and Losers

Marcus thrust into me once more and as I exploded into another massive orgasm, he ejaculated into me again and again and again. He filled me once more with his black seed.

He paused and stayed inside me, as hard as when he started. He kept his virile seed trapped in my unprotected pussy.

We lay together recovering from our love making exertions.

After about 10 minutes he said, "You better go now, he'll be waiting."

"I know," I replied, reluctance in my voice. I knew I should go, but my heart wasn't in it.

I rose from the king sized bed with the red satin sheets, leaned over and gave Marcus a deep, tongue filled kiss and went into the bathroom. I needed a quick shower to clean off my sweat and cum soaked body and to remove any cum that had gotten in my hair in the last two hours with Marcus.

My husband surely knew what I had been doing with Marcus for the past 4 months, but I didn't want to rub his face in it, although I should have. It was his fault he had gotten us...me, into this position.

I put on my lacy black bra and a pair of black, boy shorts panties. I put on a black wrap around silk dress that buttoned diagonally from my waist to my left shoulder with the lower half of the dress wrapped around my legs but allowing freedom of movement. I wore black strapped 3 inch heeled shoes.

I dried and brushed out my almost white blonde hair and put on some bright red lipstick. The lipstick really popped visually with the back dress and my near alabaster white skin.

I left the suite without speaking to Marcus, and strode down the hall to the elevator, got in when it arrived, and rode the 20 floors to the lobby of the club.

The doors opened and there was my husband Bill, sitting on one of the sofas next to the potted plants in the lobby tapping away on his smart phone.

"Business or gambling?" I thought to my self. It really didn't matter - neither of those things were about me. Me, his wife, who had been away from him for over four months as collateral for his business and gambling debts. The person who had been forced to pay the 'interest' on these debts to Marcus.

He looked up at me as I stepped off the elevator, and almost as if I was an annoying distraction he said "Hi Annie, time to go home." And he was back tapping on his phone.

Just at that very moment my pussy spasmed and a large dollop of Marcus' cum oozed out of my pussy and literally filled the gusset of my panties soaking them through and began to run down my thighs.

I looked at him like I was seeing him for the first time. "I don't think so." I said.

The Beginning

Bill and Annie Compton are an upper middle class couple. Not rich, but they appear to have money to spend on things they want without worrying too much about whether they can afford it.

Bill or as it says on his birth certificate: William James Compton III, is 40 years old, in good physical shape at 6 foot 2 inches, 215 pounds, dark hair with a bit of grey at the temples. He works out fairly regularly, mostly cardio so he's not bulked up with muscles.

Annie, his wife of the past 15 years, or as it says on her birth certificate Anne Marie Beauchamp (she changed legally to Compton when she married Bill,) is 34 years old and stunning. She is 5 foot 5 inches tall, with a lithe, fit body, like a dancer. She has 32C cup breasts, and a pleasingly rounded ass. She has pale white skin with just a touch of a healthy pink topped off with almost white blonde hair that she wears just below her shoulders.

This Friday evening in early February of 2009, Bill and Annie are in a private club in Toronto's hinterland. Club membership is exclusive and expensive.

As a private, members only club, many things can, and do, go on here that you wouldn't see in a publicly accessed night-club or casino.

There are large banquet style rooms set aside, filled with benches and lounges and automans, lighting is indirect, music beats into the air and where clothing is optional.

There are also rooms set up like a casino, with slot machines and roulette tables and black jack and poker tables.

Finally there is a space set up for fine dining and with a stage for live entertainment. Singers, magic acts, ventriloquists, dinner theatre and yes, the occasional live sex show.

Bill and Annie are in the casino section. Bill is sitting at one of the poker tables, Annie is standing behind him in a light pink strapless dress that shows off her charms to perfection. She is drinking a martini (two olives). She is clearly bored and is only there because Bill has asked her to be there although you wouldn't know he even knew she was in the room.

Bill was the picture of hard concentration. He had been playing for about an hour and a half and he was losing. This was not how he had envisioned the night progressing. It was not how he needed the night to progress.

Marcus Masters had been watching the poker table and surrounding area on the security camera feed for the area. Much of the club was wired with cameras and microphones for security purposes.

He casually scanned the area looking for signs of any inappropriate activity like signals from bystanders to the players, or odd behaviours of the players to indicate that cheating might be occurring. Marcus was keenly interested in such activity as he was the owner of the club and it was his money that was funding the gambling operation.

In one final sweep of the bystanders he noticed the gorgeous blonde in the pink dress. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her.

He not only noticed her stunning beauty, but he noticed she was not happy to be there. "Lets see if I can change her mood" he thought to himself.

He left the security room in the hands of his assistant manager David and walked down a short hallway and opened the door at the end into the casino area. He paused a second to let the noise of the casino wash over him as he adjusted from the quiet of the security room and adjacent hallway.

He scanned the room and spotted her on the other side beside the poker table area. He strode across the room and came up to her from just behind her and to her right. He stopped and feigned interest in the poker game at the closest table. The one where Bill was playing.

She startled when he asked out loud "Know anyone in the game?"

She turned to look at him with a bemused look on her face. "Yes, I do in fact, my husband is playing, and not too well I might add". With a gesture she indicated Bill "That's him with his back to us in the tuxedo and violet bow tie."

Marcus glanced over at Bill. He was less than impressed. He had seen the type before, an invenerate gambler, a gambling junkie. A man so convinced of his skill and luck that he took unreasonable risks to get the "big score" and show off his prowess to all. Unfortunately all too often their hubris bubble burst leaving nothing but hurt and ashes in its wake.

"From your comment I gather Lady luck is not smiling at him tonight." chortled Marcus.

"Smiling?" she said her voice dripping with sarcasm, "She spit on him and went to the bar."

"How much is he down?" he asked. "More than he should be." She replied. "More than we can afford right now." she thought to herself.

"I see your drink is empty, care to join me and Lady Luck at the bar?" Marcus enquired.

Annie paused for a moment and considered the question. She wondered for a moment just who was this man? Before her stood a strikingly handsome 6 foot 6 inch, clearly muscular (even under his expensive Italian silk suit you could see his physique) black man. Not just black, but almost ebony black man.

He carried himself with an air of casual confidence and easy masculine sexuality. He was obviously very comfortable in his own skin.

Annie strangely felt very at ease in his presence and almost as if in a trance she found herself agreeing to go to the bar with him.

They turned and walked out of the poker table area. Marcus walked slightly ahead to clear a path for her through the slight crowd, stopped as they stepped into an open area and offered his hand to her. She appeared a bit flustered at this but took his hand and they walked to the other side of the club to the bar.

Bill never noticed she had left, nor that she had left with a handsome black man.

As they reached the bar Marcus stopped and turned to her and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

She decided against the martini that she had before. She felt that she should be careful not to get too intoxicated around this suave man or she might be tempted to do something she might regret come the morning. She decided to drink something light and asked for a white wine spritzer.

"White wine spritzer for the lady and a Johnny Walker Blue for me, Edgar" he told the bartender.

"Coming right up Mr. Masters, Sir" Edgar replied.

"Mr. Masters sir?" she queried "You must be some sort of big shot around here."

"My name is Marcus Masters and I own this club." He replied in the form of an introduction. "You can just call me Marcus, I didn't get your name Mrs...?

"Compton" she replied "Anne Marie Compton, but everyone calls me Annie"

They shook hands and said simultaneously "Pleased to meet you."

They laughed at that. They chatted amicably about nothing serious for the next 30 minutes while they sipped their drinks. For his part, Marcus was liking this woman. She was pretty, smart and a good conversationalist as well as being very sexual in her mannerisms and body language.

Just then Marcus' cell phone rang. He looked at the number and said "Sorry, I have to take this." and took a couple of steps away from Annie.

"Boss, there is a guy at the hold'em poker table who's into us now for $250,000 and wants us to extend him more credit - what should we do?" said the man on the phone.

"Who is he?" asked Marcus hoping it was Annie's husband.

"It's the guy with the faggoty violet bow tie." was the answer. Marcus' pulse picked up. Exactly who he had hoped.

"Extend him another $250,000, and Jerome, make sure his losing trend continues."

"Gotcha Boss." came the reply.

Marcus returned to Annie's side. "I've just extended a further $250,000 line of credit to your husband, so he can continue to play." he told her.

A look of concerned shock came across Annie's face as he told her this. "I wish you hadn't done that." she said. "That means he has already gone through the $250,000 line we established when we came in here tonight, and on top of his recent business and stock market losses we are now in debt over one million dollars, including what you just extended to him and that doesn't include the mortgage on our home."

She took a big gulp of her spritzer, emptying her glass. Marcus took the glass from her and ordered a refill from the bartender.

She looked very worried, and said "His idea was to come in here tonight and win a lot of money so he could pay off some of our debt and alleviate the financial pressure he's been under lately. Looks like we're worse off now, not better." She began to tear up and sob a little.

Marcus wrapped his arm over her shoulder and said "Don't cry, these things eventually pass and things can be worked out. In the mean time why don't you come and sit in my office waiting room and compose your self. I have something I need to take care of and I will be back shortly."

He escorted her to his office waiting area, showed her a ladies room where she could freshen up and stepped into his office and closed the door.

He was immediately on the phone, "Richard, I want you to find out everything you can about a guy named Bill Compton. Financial background, who he owes and how much and for how long. Yeah a full work up on him and as fast as you can. Yeah now, five minutes ago would be better." He hung up the phone.

A plan was forming in his mind. He knew he wanted Annie, and badly. His dick had been hard for her the past hour. It was killing him and he needed release. Now most guys in his position would simply have gone to the bathroom and jerked off - not Marcus Masters. One of the perks of being as rich as he was is the fact that you have people to do just about everything for you.

He placed an internal office call. "Janeen? I need a bit of assistance in my office. Yeah right now. Use the back entrance."

Ten minutes later a good looking redhead came through the door at the back of his office. He pointed to the sofa and she moved in that direction, removing her clothes as she went. He followed removing his clothing as well. He dropped his trousers and as he wore no underwear, his large circumcised penis sprang into view.

Flaccid, it was eight inches long and about 3 inches in diameter. As it became erect it grew to about 11 inches long and about 4 ½ inches in diameter with a large mushroom shaped head. Truly a magnificent specimen of male genitalia.

Janeen, sank to her knees in front of Marcus and attempted to take his cock into her mouth. She managed the head and about 4 inches of the shaft before she bottomed out in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the remaining shaft and in unison with her mouth pumped both hands up and down on that humongous cock.

Marcus closed his eyes, threw his head back and moaned. He loved getting head, but no woman had yet been able to take his full cock in her pussy, let alone her mouth. Janeen sucked and swirled her mouth and tongue on him for 5 minutes, until he was almost ready to blow. He pulled out of her mouth and sat her up on the sofa. He leaned forward and took her now leaking pussy into his mouth making her even more wet and open, ready for his mammoth cock. When she was almost to an orgasm, he stopped and rose up to rub the mushroom head of his penis along her pussy's slit, coating it with her juices.

Suitably lubricated he placed his penis head at her opening and slowly and steadily slid into her.

Janeen had been here with Marcus before, so his access was pretty easy, but not completely so, there was still some stretching and resistance to the invasion of such a large cock.

Janeen arched her back and cried out in a mix of ecstasy and discomfort. "Oh God Marcus! God, oh Gawwwwedd you fuck me so good, you're so big! Fuck me hard...ssoooo good!"

Marcus slowly picked up speed as her vaginal walls became moister and used to the size of his cock. In as far as he could go, there was still 3 inches of his cock outside her pussy.

Soon he was pumping in and out of her at a breakneck pace, Janeen was wailing and screaming and having almost non-stop orgasms. Good thing that Marcus had sound proofed the walls and floor and ceiling of his office or the whole building would have heard her. After about 15 minutes of this Marcus shouted, "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming now!" and he shot rope after rope after rope after rope of thick cum into Janeen.

Where most men ejaculate a tablespoon or two when they cum, Marcus' ejaculate was usually on the order of a ¼ cup or more. He was known to have done that several times in a row. He produced a prodigious amount of cum during his orgasms. Janeen's cunt was full of his cum and it was running down her pussy and over her ass on to the couch

They rested for a few minutes then Janeen got up and went into the bathroom attached to the office and took a quick shower, came out, dried off, dressed and left. As she dressed, Marcus showered and after she left dried off and redressed.

Just then his phone rang. Call display said it was Richard, his finance guy "Yeah." He said into the phone "What did you find out?"

"The long and short of it is this, this guy owes everybody. His house is mortgaged to the tits, he owes his business suppliers to the point they won't deliver to him except on a COD basis. He has gambling debts with some pretty unsavory characters and they are pressing hard for their money."

"How much is he into them for?" Marcus asked.

"The gambling debt? About $750,000" was the answer. "All told, personal and business debt, including the $500,000 he now owes us, he's in about $6 and a half million with no equity left."

"Shit! That's a pretty deep hole!" Marcus commented. "Do you think his wife knows how deep he's in?"

"I'm sure she knows some, but I'll bet not all. He plays pretty close to the vest about his financial dealings." Richard replied.

"Alright, here's what I want you to do, go to all his creditors on the QT. Make them all aware of exactly what this clowns situation is and offer to buy up his debt for 25 cents on the dollar. Make sure the financial markets know he's not bankable any more. I don't want anyone lending this asshole another dime. Let me know when its done."

Marcus called up the security cam feed for the poker tables on his desk top computer. Bill was still playing poker and by the look of the chip pile beside him he would be at it a few hours yet. These poker marathons had been known to go on for 24 hours at a stretch, before any one broke to rest and refresh.

He shut down the computer, rose and walked across the office to open the door to the outer office where he had left Annie an hour ago.

She was laying on the sofa and appeared to be asleep. Marcus just stood there watching her rest, drinking in her beauty. He wanted this woman, wanted her like no other woman he had ever met. He couldn't understand where this feeling was coming from, but he had wanted her the first second he saw her.

He wanted her for sex, naturally, but it was more than that. He wanted to protect her, to just be with her, to talk with her, about anything and everything. He wanted her to bear his children, lots of children. Lots of mocha coloured children.

Annie was dreaming as she snoozed on the couch. She had had more than her usual limit of alcohol today and it had been a long day. After Marcus left to go into his office she had freshened up in the small washroom off of the waiting room, came out and sat down to wait.

Her thoughts drifted to her new acquaintance. She had little previous interactions with black men. What did she think of him? He was certainly tall and handsome, a good conversationalist, suave even. He made her laugh - something Bill used to do, but hadn't in a long time.

The other thing that Bill used to do, but hardly ever did anymore, was give her regular mind blowing orgasms with his more than adequate 7 inch cock. They hadn't had sex in over 3 months. Over the past 2 years their sexual unions had gone from almost every day to 3 times a week to once a week to once every two weeks to once a month to where it was so irregular, and perfunctory at that, she really didn't enjoy sex with Bill any more.

Annie sensed that much of the decline in sex drive in Bill was from stress. She felt that things were not going so well at Bill's company. He never said anything directly, but there were subtle clues. He would arrive home late, tense and grumpy. He started working Saturdays, then Sundays, which he had never done before.

Then there were the phone calls. Phone calls from men who always asked for Bill in a terse manner whenever she answered the unlisted home phone. His conversations were always short and tense. He was always angry when he hung up from these calls.

Somewhere in the hour, she had nodded off and slumped over on the sofa. She was dreaming pleasantly about having sex. Tender, loving sex, slow gentle sex that sent ripples through her belly. She couldn't make out her partner in this wonderful union. It wasn't Bill, so who was it? She concentrated hard to see who was loving her so well, the shape began to darken, to solidify. It was a black man! His face... who was it? The face that swam into view as she woke was Marcus Masters!

"Wake up Annie. Annie wake up. You fell asleep." He was saying gently, and shaking her shoulder.

Annie woke up with a start and sat up. "Oh! Oh! I must have dozed off. All those drinks just caught up with me."