I made sure the room was perfectly set before he rang the doorbell and turned his wife over to me for my personal pleasure. The lights were perfect, the wine was well-chilled and the camera was running.
Just as I closed the mirror that covered the camera, the door bell passersby from seeing inside. With the late afternoon sun shining outside, it was easy to see two figures at the door; one large and very dejected man and his petite little blond wife.
I opened the door. Staring at her tight little body with nothing but lust on my mind, I said "You dressed her just as I instructed. You may leave, now. I'll have someone drive her home after I've finished with her."
I took her by the hand and led her inside, shutting the door and listening to him walk away. I strolled over to the bed and reclined. She stayed at the door, nervous and unsure of herself. I slipped my hand inside my robe to stroke my rock hard cock as I leered at my prize.
I started with her feet, tiny things perched in impossibly high heels. My gaze moved slowly upwards, enjoying her well-shaped legs and enjoying a view of her sweet thighs, which were almost completely exposed. The hem of her bright red lycra sheath was the only thing that kept her shaved pussy from my prying eyes. The dress fit snugly, following every curve and tracing every line of her 19 year old body. The bright sun rendered the thin cloth that stretched between her upper thighs almost transparent, a sexier and more erotic sight than if she had been completely naked.
I concentrated on the spot at the top of her thighs until I was satisfied that she was not wearing panties underneath. With the outline of her extremely large nipples pressing against the tight fabric, it was apparent that she did not wear a bra, either. She was nervously shifting from one leg to another, looking like a young colt that didn't know where to run next. She knew she was trapped; she knew why she was here; she was trying to decide whether to run or stay.
I let my gaze fall back to her crotch before I said, "You know why you're here." It was more of a statement than a question. "Your damn fool husband bet your sweet little ass on a poker hand. He lost. I won. Now your ass is mine to do with as I please for the next 4 hours."
She nodded. I could see fear on her face and a little excitement, too. She was trying to figure out if she could be so daring as to fuck a black man only 3 months after she married Jack. Actually, she had no choice. I was going to do everything I could to turn her out, to make her a complete cock-crazed slut and record it for my future viewing pleasure and Jack's future agony on camera. But whatever was going to happen, I was going to fuck her senseless before I sent her home with a copy of the tape.
I considered Jack to be a complete asshole. He had started dating this little cock tease almost a year ago just after she graduated from high school. It took him 6 months to get some of that stuff. She quickly learned to love sex and she loved to tease the rest of us when we played poker. She flirted constantly, wore tight, revealing clothes and enjoyed watching us squirm as she flashed us from time-to-time.
Jack had gone on a losing streak. He owed me several thousand dollars and tried to weasel out of the debt. I wanted to teach them both a lesson. Two days ago, he lost another thousand and I demanded payment. He said he didn't have that kind of cash. I offered to play a round of draw poker. He wins, I erase the debt. I win, I forget the debt but he has to deliver his wife to my bed.
The fool played and lost. I had to send a couple of brothers over to convince him that he needed to pay up.
Little Miss Becky was about to be drawn out. The way she cock-teased, I suspected she was a potential slut but needed someone to give her permission to be bad. I was going to do that tonight.
"Come here," I said, patting the bed.
Slowly she walked toward me, wanting to run but just as curious about what would happen if she stayed. I ignored her as I poured some wine. She sat down, next to me, rather primly holding her knees together.
I laughed at her attempt at modesty. The dress exposed more of her than she could possibly hide and I intended to have her on her back soon, naked and with her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her deep and hard for the camera.
She took the wine down in one long gulp. I poured more and began talking to her about her husband, mentioning what a fool he was for putting such a fine lady on the card table as collateral. She agreed with me, angry with him for his deed. We talked for almost an hour as I fed her more wine.