Chapter Three: Goddess
When she walked back in, Janie was sure that everyone in the place was looking at her. She was right, and most of them knew, or at least strongly suspected, what she has been doing.
She walked across the room, ignoring the "welcome back" from the clerk, and began to look at the videos. My, the covers were graphic, with lots of sexual scenes.
Several men passed by. They did not say anything, or touch her, but she hoped that they glanced at her legs. The stockings were stained with cum...her cum and the stranger's who had just deposited a load in her. Instead of being embarrassed, she was proud. It excited her to know others could see she was a real life slut, and not some pretender.
She saw Rob walk back into the store. He got no greeting from the clerk.
She continued to look at the various movies for sale. Some were titled "Fuck My Wife" and seemed to be about amateur wives being done by porn stars. Just looking at the covers made her pussy twitch, and she felt a little more cum push out and down her leg.
Rob was passing in the same aisle now. Without breaking stride, his hand touched her under her skirt, briefly, and he said in a very low voice: "Nice job, slut wife." He kept on walking.
Janie wanted badly now to see some fucking. One of the "Fuck My Wife" tapes had a picture on the box of a blonde white wife sucking the huge prick of a black man. She wanted to see stuff like that. She walked over to the counter. "You have some video booths here, I understand." Janie was giving her brightest smile to the clerk.
The young man was again staring at her chest, at her mammoth tits, the nipples quite erect now. They were hardly hidden under the tight red t-shirt. When he looked up to her face he was blushing again, but then he shook his head.
"We have booths, Maam, but no women are allowed back there," he said.
A man's voice just behind her said: "There are always exceptions to every rule."
It was a man quite a bit older then her...fifty, maybe, perhaps a few years beyond. Tall, dressed in an expensive blue business suit, a lighter solid blue tie that matched the handkerchief in the jacket pocket. Dark hair, except for the silver streaks along his temple. Distinguished, she would say.
She met his eyes....piercing blue eyes that held a gleam of mischief. They held her eyes fast, and she could not turn away.
He smiled, and so did she.
Then he reached across her to hand a bill to the clerk...a $100 bill! "I think we can make an exception in this case, don't you, Bill?"
The clerk picked up the $100 bill and slipped it in his pocket.
"Certainly, Mr. Rammert," he replied.
"My name is John," the man said to Janie, "But you may call me Sir." Then he took her by the arm and led her across the room to a curtained entryway and thru it into a dark hallway.
Her eyes could hardly make out the doorways that lined each side. A few men stood around, silently. They did not move or speak as she was led down the hallway.
John stopped to try a door...found it locked...tried the next...same thing. The third door opened, and he ushered her inside.
It was small, but large enough for the two of them.
"I presume your husband is somewhere in the building?" he said to her.
"How did you know?"
He laughed. "I understand a great deal, miss," he said. "Now take off those clothes."
She was stunned. Did he expect her to strip naked right there, bare herself before a man she met only a minute or two before? She hesitated.
Now when he spoke it was in a very firm and commanding tone.
"My dear, you are here to be a slut. Anyone can see that. But I have the knowledge and experience to lead you. For now, and just for now, you will do as I say. I will keep you safe, but you must do just what I say. Do you understand?"
She could not speak. She nodded, and quickly raised the red t-shirt over her arms and off, displaying her big bare tits, then unzipping the skirt and stepping out of it.
"Leave on your shoes and thigh-highs," he said, reaching for her clothing and placing it on a small bench in one corner. And then he kissed her.
It was, unexpectedly, a soft kiss. His hands held her bare shoulders as the kiss lingered and warmed and she kissed him back, but he did not reach toward her crotch, as she thought he would, and although her tits were pressed against him, he did not crush her to his body. He was surprisingly gentle, and somehow that made it all the sexier.
He moved her away from him. Reaching in a side pocket he drew out a wad of dollar bills.
"Have you ever been to a place like this?"
She shook her head. "No. I've read about them in stories."
He put a dollar bill into a slot and a video flashed on the television screen. He put several more bills in and turning her so she faced the screen, pressed up against her. She felt his dick against he ass, and realized it was outside his pants. When had he had time to do that, she thought, but damn it felt nice.
On the screen a couple, naked, was on a bed, kissing and fondling each other.
John...Sir....reached around her and pushed a button. The movie changed. Now there was a lovely white woman sucking a really nice size cock beside a swimming pool.
"There are 16 different movies. You may flash thru them and stop at the one you want to watch," he said.
She hesitated.
"It's ok...here..reach over and push that button"
She did and the scene changed again. She was scrolling through them rapidly... passing by scenes of two women playing, of a woman being blindfolded, of two woman doing things to a man... until a movie flashed on with a black cock.
The scene at the moment was a closeup: a penis that was dark as ebony and had to be 10 inches long was sliding in and out of a white woman. All you could see was her pussy and the cock pushing into it. Damn, she wanted to see what the man looked like...and the woman, too.
As if answering her unspoken desire, the movie cut to a wide shot. She saw a busty brunette on her back, her face contorted in pleasure, and a rock solid black man on top of her, fucking her.
"Ah," said the man behind her. "You like that one?"
It was more a moan than a word. "Yessssss!"
Instantly his hand smacked against her right ass cheek, hard.
"Sir! I told you to call me Sir, slut, and unless you are going to do it, you can put your clothes on and leave right now!"
"Yes. Sir," she said quickly. Her ass burned where he had struck her, but it was somehow arousing. "Please let me stay, Sir. I will do whatever you want."
She had never talked to any man this way. She was married, true, but she was a woman in her own right, not likely to take orders from anyone. But this was different. This man was so commanding that she knew doing what he asked of her was just what she wanted.
He made no reply. Instead, he backed away from her. She felt him fumbling for something, and then she heard the sound of him using a cell phone.
"Jim," he said into the phone. "I've got some of that special work you like so much. Come now and bring Alfonse with you." There was a slight pause. "Yes, you know the place," he added.
The phone was put away. The fucking on the screen was continuing, and now the woman was on her hands and knees on a bed, and the black stud was fucking her from behind. The cameraman had gotten underneath them, and the closeup was incredible to see. That black sausage was pushing in and out of her pussy, and she could see the white of the woman's lubrication on the dick every time he pulled out.
"Ohhhhhh," Janie moaned.
Without asking, the man put one hand on each ass check and spread her apart. His prick slid up her in one motion, and she put her hands out to touch the wall in front of her, just over the video screen.
"Well now, that pussy is too slick to be just your juices. Did you get fucked in the parking lot?"
"Yes, Sir," she gasped.
His prick was all the way in her, but he was not moving it. He just held it in there. She could feel it twitching inside her, and her pussy was responding.
"Oh yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, Sir. Please, fuck me!" She tried to push back against it and initiate the fucking, but his hands held her ass in a steel grip.
