Edited by Rozezwild
I took a three day bus trip to the North West to stay with my brother, Lamar who had just got out of the military. He had got a good job and a nice place and offered me a place to stay. Any place was fine with me other than the ghetto. I was surprised, because we had different dads and our mom kicked him out before he graduated high school. He found me through some friends, and offered to help me get out of that place. I was lucky to be twenty-two and not have kids.
He fed me good and gave me lots to drink, took me out to the club, and bought me this slamming ass black dress that I felt bad enough not to wear even a thong under it. He even got me some smoking high heels, and my hair done. He told all the people who knew him that I was his girl. I didn't mind that at all. Lamar was treating me better than a bitch.
He told me that I made him look good, and he kept me decked out if I'd play up on him in front of people. I played the role better than a professional escort, and he bought me diamond tennis bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, and then he slapped a big ass rock on my finger. I was ready to do anything for him. I felt like one of those rich bitches.
We were chillin in a club when some dudes acted like he wanted to do some business with Lamar, but they were looking at him like he wasn't for real or something. Lamar told me to never show attitude otherwise people would dismiss me as being ghetto, so I was cool and smiling like one of those airhead commercials. I was feeling like I was the badest bitch in the place and the dudes was trying to peek under my dress. Lamar put his arm around me waiting for the dudes to move on, so I thought I'd give them a hint.
I turned Lamar's head and locked lips, and took his hand and put it on my thing. Mind you, I didn't have on panties and Lamar worked his finger in me. It only took a few seconds for those dudes to move on.
Lamar thanked me for showing up for him like I did. That was nothing. That was nothing compared to the way he had me setup. He bought me this see through dress that I wore to a private party with nothing under it, and he thanked me for that too. He said that I had helped him get a deal and didn't even know it.
He didn't tell me what his business was, and I didn't ask. I knew it wasn't drugs because it was too many white folks at some of those parties that he took me too.
We spent our first night in the same bed in a Hotel. We were both too drunk to drive, because we were celebrating. I thought about it and realized that Lamar had not gotten any since I got there. I know he wasn't gay, but he was spending all his time with me. I figured, what the hell, offer him some if he wanted. It wasn't like we were full blood or anything.
I should have been the one thanking him for that. He fucked the shit out of me. His dick was like a fist pounding inside of me, and then he rammed that tree trunk up my asshole. He wasn't done. He took me out on the balcony and gave me some more.
He told me that nobody knew who I was and we had different last names. He asked me to marry him. I must have stepped in the rabbit hole and didn't know it. I didn't know what to say. I asked him if he was sure that we wouldn't get caught, he said that he was very sure. I showed him that I could suck a big dick and ended up swallowing a lot of cum, and he liked that too.
I thought about how I use to live and where I was then, and there was no way I was going back. All the men who say that they'd do the things Lamar had already showed me he'd do were nothing but liars. Lamar was doing right by me and he could have easily had someone to step in my place. There was no way I was going to let that happen.
I told Lamar that I would marry him, and I told myself that I would do like other woman and get fat and lazy. He even gave me a small wedding with a white dress and everything. He had a poster size picture of me in my wedding dress in the apartment, so everybody could see. I stared at that thing everyday until I got use to it.
I got myself in the habit of being at his beck and call. I woke the brother up with a blowjob. He loved having his dick sucked. I noticed that he liked me keeping my pussy hair cut all off, and boy did he eat some pussy. He liked sucking on my toes too, which I thought was cute since he'd kiss my feet in front of white men and they would stare like it was my pussy in my shoes.
We took a trip to Cancun, and Lamar asked me to pose naked for pictures. I didn't even have to think about it. The only thing I had on was some beads around my ankles. There were two guys there taking pictures of me, but there were other people standing around watching. I did what the photographers said and Lamar looked happy for that.
About a month after we got back, Lamar handed me a magazine and a big fat check, and the check was made out to me. I was happy about that. I felt famous being in a magazine, but I didn't neglect Lamar. I gave him booty or a blowjob any time I even thought he wanted some. We fucked a lot.
I found out that he liked people seeing him fucking me, so I made it easy for him. A lot of the times I would start it. Parking lots, elevators, anywhere I could get his dick in my pussy. He loved it when I wore dresses that were too short. I did it on purpose. He liked seeing guys seeing my ass.
He took it as step further at a party where we were one of about four black couples. He told this white guy that I had the best pussy in the world with the guys wife standing right there. We went up to a room and I knew what I was supposed to do. The good thing was that the white guy had a decent sized dick. I gripped his dick with my pussy and rolled my hips. The man was moaning like a bitch. His wife stood next to Lamar watching and smiling. I wasn't expecting the white chick to eat my pussy after that, but she did and it felt good. She sucked Lamar's dick too. They invited us to swing with them. I like seeing that chick sucking on Lamar's big black dick. We laughed about that.
I fucked a few discrete men for Lamar, and he fucked some women too. All of them were white. After a while, I noticed that all the people around us were rich white folks. We were doing well too. We stayed in an apartment, though. Lamar said that he really wanted to live in New York, so he wasn't looking to get a house.