Sharing Gina Ch. 14

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Sharing Gina Chapter 14

The One

At an early age, she learned she loved sex and never could seem to get enough. Of course, she tried dildos and vibrators, but it wasn't the same thing; she loved the control sex gave her over men, and what better way than to do so with her body? It wasn't long after she turned eighteen that she moved out of her parents' strict religious household and relocated to Los Angeles. The thought of having sex and getting paid for it appealed to her greatly; she quickly got into the pornography business; as a hot natural blonde with a five foot four athletic build, perky tits, firm body, and multi-orgasmic boot, she was a fast hit with business. But she didn't last long; her problem was that she wanted to dominate her partners in bed. In filming, she quickly took charge of the action, fucking guys her way. Directors often had to say "CUT!" and try to get her back on script. Soon everyone said she was impossible to work with, but in reality, she didn't give a fuck what they wanted; it was her pleasure that mattered.

The experience wasn't all bad; she was introduced to swinging and loved it. As a single female, she was a very desirable commodity in the swinging community. A unicorn, they called her. Over the course of the next few years, she shacked up with one couple or another; she worked out an arrangement of free room and board for free sex with her. She switched residences every few months, with less to do with her current host getting bored with her and more like she was getting bored with them.

She tried the big black cock thing, sure they were a great fuck, but they were too controlling. More than one man, both Black and White, tried to dominate her or control her. Some of them wanted to become her pimp; others just wanted her; despite her size, they quickly learned the error of their ways. Seven years of practicing Muay Thai and Jiu-Jitsu during her teenage years paid dividends. She knew exactly where to strike for maximum damage on a larger opponent, and she wasn't afraid to educate them about this fact. She wasn't squeamish in a fight either; if she had to kick them in the balls or gouge their eyes out, she wouldn't hesitate to do so.

She did have a job at a coffee shop, but it didn't pay nearly enough to support herself, so she did what any ex-porn star did: she turned to prostitution. When she was short on cash, she advertised herself as an escort online, but she was very selective about her clientele. When she met a prospective client, she had to be attracted to him. She walked out on more than one old, fat, bald, overweight guy; it didn't matter how much money they offered her. After a while, she built up a clientele of men who enjoyed a woman who took charge in the bedroom. When she needed money, she called one of them up, "I'm short money honey, wanna rent my pussy for a thousand tonight?"

Sometimes, they tried to counter, but usually, she would just hang up and move on to the next person's number in her black book. She wouldn't barter unless she were down to her last few contacts. This rarely happened; usually, someone paid her what she demanded beforehand.

While she wanted a man to share her life with, but knew what she wanted wasn't going to settle. At first, she made the mistake of waiting too long before introducing them to the real her. She wasted months in courtships only to find they couldn't handle sharing her with other men; others who did support her lifestyle were unemployed bums looking to sponge off of her. She needed a man who had money or earned a good living but who was willing to embrace her liberal lifestyle. In her years of searching, she tried several different approaches in finding a boyfriend, from social media, dating apps, and even friend hookups, but nothing seemed to work. Sure, she met lots of men, wanna-be actors, married men looking for side action, druggies, and deadbeats living in their mother's basement. She even met the perfect guy once, good looks, had money and was into the lifestyle, but he had a tiny three inch dick, no thanks. Her latest strategy was to go bars and clubs hopping in Silicon Valley; she picked up men and let them take her home to their place, never a hotel, for a one-night stand to scope out prospective matches.

It was another Friday night at a club, and a good-looking guy caught her eye. He was attractive, dressed in business attire, and a little shy. As a huntress, she has a sense for prey. He was with some friends, and she had been to this place several times before, knowing all the regulars; however, she hadn't seen him before. She had no trouble getting his interest and separating him from his posse. She always initiated conversation with prospective suitors. This allowed her to gauge how aggressive they were, while she didn't shy away from a challenge, experience taught her that overly aggressive men were more trouble than they were worth.

At her suggestion, he took her back to his place in his BMW, a good start, she thought, but she knew that most guys were pretending to be rich; fake it till you make it. He was probably up to his eyeballs in debt, one car payment away from repossession. His house impressed her even more; it wasn't a mansion, but for a place in Sunnyvale, a three-bedroom, two-bath home with a garage and some property was at least three million. He was probably renting it with three roommates, or it belonged to his parents. He wasn't great in bed, but he had the right equipment --a good seven inches --and she saw potential in him. She rocked his world that night, and in the morning, she gave him her number. It was all too good to be true; once she got online and checked him out, she was confident she would learn he was really a deadbeat. She would ghost him then and might even have to change her hunting grounds if he were one of those clingy types.

Once back at her place, well, the current host's place, where she spent the last few months squatting. She looked him up on her laptop; she had a subscription to an online investigation site. In a few minutes, she would know everything there was to know about him online and a good idea about his finances. He had no debts she could find, purchased his house three years ago with cash, and had no mortgage on the property. It was all too good to be true. It took some digging, and she found out that he was an employee at one of the tech startups that went public a few years ago, which was the source of his newfound wealth. And the fact that he didn't waste it on hookers and blow made him more appealing.

When he called her a few days later, she picked up on the first ring, and she cursed herself; she should have played hard to get, but she was over-eager to see him again; he could be the one, she thought. Their second date went fantastic; she made arrangements for their third date. She would find out soon enough if he were the one, or yet another disappointment.

She was dressed in a sexy transparent silver dress; he wasn't able to tell this when he picked her up in front of her place that night. She refused to give him the address of their destination; it would display 'Swingers Club' on his GPS if she gave him the address. She wanted it to be a surprise; she had memorized the directions and told him where to turn and when. They parked in the parking lot behind the building and entered through the club's back entrance. She was well-known there; she had arranged everything carefully beforehand. The bouncer was waiting at the back door at the agreed-upon time. She promised to thank him later properly.

Her new boyfriend had no idea he was in a swingers club, but he noticed right away that the outfit she was in. She was showing off her pierced, perky tits and smooth-shaven pussy for all to see in the club's bright lighting.

When she saw him looking at her, she said, "Like?" as she touched his now hard dick.

A little embarrassed, he said, "Yes," blushing, hoping no one noticed her touching his crotch in public.

She grabbed him by the arm and steered him over to the bar, where to redhead was sitting alone, nursing a drink.

"My boyfriend wants to fuck you," she said to her loudly. This was, of course, all pre-arranged; she was the wife of an out-of-town couple she occasionally hooked up with.

Her boyfriend was about to say something, but the redhead cut him off quickly, "I'd love to."

Together, the two women steered him into the playroom; they were both passionately kissing him, ignoring his protests. Before he knew it, they were all naked, and he was on top of the redhead, he didn't know her name, plowing away bareback. As his girlfriend looked on, encouraging him.

She smiled. Everything was going to plan so far. As soon as he finished, grunting as he came, she leaned over and whispered into his ear. "My turn," she said to him.

He watched as she fucked one guy after another; all he could do was play with his now deflated dick and watch. He was so turned on, and it was the wildest and craziest sexual thing he had ever had the pleasure to be part of. After she was finished with the third guy, she leaned close to his ear. She was praying that he would respond favorability.

"This is the type of woman I am, no one man can satisfy me, I need more. I've made a mistake in past relationships, not showing them who I really am. Only to get disappointed that they were too insecure to handle me. If you're the type of guy that can, I promise your sexual adventures with me will be hotter and more erotic that any porn video you masturbated too. Your dick will not only enjoy my pussy but an endless variety pussy. If you can't take who I am, lover, tell me now so we don't waste any more of each other's time," she said to him.

He hesitated for only a moment. He didn't answer her with words; he aggressively grabbed her, threw her on her back, and almost jumped on top of her. He pounded his dick into her pussy like a dog in heat. This was uncharacteristic of him, but he knew at that moment that he wanted her more than anything and was going to get her. They kissed passionately, tongues intermingled; she was a great kisser. He tried to vary his rhythm, even occasionally stopping to prolong their coupling. Still, after only fifteen minutes, he could not deny himself any longer. His cum flooded her already cum filled pussy. He could feel and hear that she was having an orgasm, too, at the same time. He was a little disappointed he didn't last longer; he wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. After pulling out of her, he immediately went down on her, sucking on her smoothly shaved pussy and gave her the best oral sex of her life. He sucked every drop of cum out of her pussy, swallowing not only his cum but the three guys before him as well. She came again before he collapsed into her arms, exhausted.

As soon as they finished, he heard a round of applause all around them. Apparently, an audience gathered around them, and they were the center of attention. He was too exhausted to stand up and take a bow. He just lay on her; she had her arms wrapped tightly around him. There were tears in her eyes.

"Finally, I found the guy for me," she said with love.

He surprised her when he took her; she didn't think he was that aggressive. She was beginning to doubt this was going to work; she was afraid he would try to control her like so many men before. When he pulled out and gave her oral sex, sucking and swallowing every drop of cum all of her partners that night, she knew he was the one. He wasn't completely clueless in pleasuring her orally, but she had had better before. She lied to him and told him it was her best. She would work on that with him. In time, she would mold him into her perfect mate now that she had the right clay to work with.

She wasted no time moving in with her new boyfriend; the next day, in fact. They were inseparable after that. She introduced him to all her friends, all of them swingers. They would often have full swap, same-room sex every other night, and attend swinger clubs, nudist resorts, and house orgies on the weekends. Not all of her friends were happy to see that she had found someone; she was a well-known and very desirable unicorn. Some tried to convince her to come over there place and play without her new boyfriend, but she refused every time. She had her man now and wasn't going to sleep around behind his back and risk losing him. Any sleeping around would be done in front of him, no secrets, nothing to hide.

While he assured her she didn't have to work, he made more than enough money to support them both; she insisted on keeping her job at the coffee shop, and she even volunteered to work extra hours at work. For her, it had less to do with earning money and more with keeping her occupied during the day. She knew if left to her own devices, sooner or later, he would catch her in bed getting double penetrated by two guys when he returned home from work early one day. She waited too long to find the right guy for her; she wasn't going to fuck it by doing something stupid. Of course, she still would continue swinging, which would include getting double penetrated by two guys, but it wouldn't be her cheating on him behind his back; it would be in front of him with his full knowledge and approval. She would just make sure he always had a warm pussy to keep him occupied.

The typical arrangement was that one or two couples would come over every other night. He would have sex with one of her swinger friends, and his girlfriend would have sex with her friend's date/boyfriend/husband. After he pumped her friend fill with his cum, and as has he was recovering for another round of sex, he would watch guy after guy would fuck her, often more than once. She had a healthy sexual appetite; she was insatiable. Over the course of the night, he would sometimes have sex again with her friend or the other if there were two couples, but the night would always end up with him, the last one to fuck his girlfriend. Reclaiming her pussy she would call it. Occasionally he would give her oral and suck her pussy clean of cum, but not always.

On the weekdays, they had sex as a couple without company. She would demand he fuck her at least three times a day, once in the morning, once after he came home from work, and once at night. Usually she rode him cowgirl style, but occasionally allowed him to do her missionary style, provided he took her directions how to properly fuck her the way she wanted. Mostly how hard and how fast. She was an expert in prolonging their coupling; she could sense when he was about to come and took measures to make him delay his gratification. After all, it was her pleasure that mattered; his pleasure was just a fringe benefit. She also demanded he fuck her up the ass at least once a day. Often, she wanted it more, but this was the bare minimum sexual attention she required of him. After a while, he looked forward to the nights she had friends over; it gave his dick a sorely needed break. Even then, she still demanded they have sex every morning; his morning wood never was neglected.

She made it a point to hide nothing from her new boyfriend; there would be no hidden skeletons in her closet. She told him all about her short stint as a porn star, even told him about her escorting on occasion when money was short. She did, however, bend the truth; prostituting herself was an act of desperation she wasn't proud of; it was either that or she became homeless. He assured her she wouldn't have to resort to that again; he would take care of her.

She was never materialistic; she enjoyed experiences over possessions. While he tried to buy her expensive gifts to impress her, she refused them; she told him to save his money. The shiny objects didn't impress her. She had her eyes on bigger prizes; she wasn't ready to reveal her true motives yet. She had a plan. She started slowly at first, offering him suggestions on what to wear, making little comments here and there. You would look better in this outfit, she would suggest innocently.

Once he got used to her telling him what to wear, she started buying him new outfits. Then, a favorite shirt or a sock would go missing in the wash. In time, she replaced his entire wardrobe, out with the old and in with the new. In time, he would refer to her on what to wear to work or when going out to a swingers' party they were attending that night. She jokingly referred to him as her Ken doll, and she, Barbie, was dressing him up.

Then it was his friends; she made sure he spent less time with his friends and more time with hers. In time, they only hung around with her friends, most of whom were swingers; often, they even would end in a fuck fest before the end of the night. He had to admit his sex life significantly improved; she introduced him to an endless supply of nice tight pussy.

She had his doctor write him a Sildenafil prescription, not that he had issues with erectile dysfunction. From experience, she knew guys on dick-hardening medication stayed harder longer and lasted longer before they came, and sex was really about her satisfaction. He might get his rocks off, too, but it was just a side benefit; she was, after all, focused on her pleasure.

After just two months, she felt it was time to take their relationship to the next level, but she wanted to see if he would pass one final test. If he failed, she had already decided to proceed, but this would be the icing on the cake.

She invited a few other couples over Friday night, which was pretty much the same as every Friday when they did a full swap of same-room sex. This week, however, she invited three other men over as well, none of whom he had met before; two were Black and the other one white. The night started the same; she had sex with one of the men, and he, one of the other girls. Once they both finished to their satisfaction, things took an unexpected turn; one of the guys, her boyfriend, who didn't know, started coming on to him.

He tried to resist, "I'm not gay!" he said. Trying to pull away.

But she was able to sweet talk him, "You know I'm bi-sexual, lover. Don't you love to watch me have sex with other women?" she said.

"Yes", he admitted.

"Does it turn you on?" she pressed.

"Yes, it's so hot," he replied.

"I think it would be so hot to watch you with another man. I know you're not gay, but you might be Bi; please try it for me?" she whispered to him.

"Ok," he said without much conviction. She had a way of talking him into doing almost anything... well, anything.

She carefully selected Jay and Jim, two bi-sexual Black men. If anyone could seduce her boyfriend, it was Jay. He started slow, and after less than an hour, Jay was slowly fucking her boyfriend up the ass. It took Jay another hour of gentle fucking her boyfriend, but as she watched her boyfriend, he had a powerful prostate orgasm. He was in pure bliss. After Jay pulled out, it was Jim's turn. He was much bigger than Jay and wasn't gentle; he mercilessly fucked her boyfriend with his big cock, as her boyfriend eagerly sucked the dick of the other White guy. His first split roast, she would see to it he had plenty more. It only took Jimmy ten minutes to give her boyfriend another prostate orgasm; the white guy pulled out and shot his load all over her boyfriend's face.

It wasn't that she wanted her boyfriend to be dominated by other men; it was to give her greater flexibility for future swinger hookups. Some couples she knew were both bi and having a partner who was also bi, would be more appealing to those couples to entice them to swing with her. Not that anyone had ever turned her down before, she was a hot twenty-two-year-old sex pot. But she knew her youth and good looks wouldn't last forever, so she was planning for the future.

Over the course of the night, she had sex with every guy who attended at least once, and every guy also blew a load in her boyfriend's ass or on his body. It was late. By the time everyone left, they were both covered in cum. As always, he was her last fuck of the night so that he could reclaim her pussy she called it. After he came inside her, they both collapsed, exhausted in each other's arms.

"Would you marry me?" his girlfriend asked him softly.

"Yes," he said without hesitation.

"What, no ring?" she said teasingly.

"I'll get you any ring you want," he told her.

She laughed, "I don't need no fucking ring. But I do need to get cleaned up," she said.

He started to stand up to go to the bathroom and get a washcloth, but she stopped him.

"With your tongue," she said with a smile.

And clean her with his tongue, he did. Not only did he suck her pussy clean and asshole clean, but she had him lick her cum covered tits clean; some of it was already dried.

Club spades

Harry was now a member of the club; he had enjoyed sex with just about every regular female who attended the club regularly. Many of them on multiple occasions. While some men wore masks and clothes, Harry felt it interfered with the free spirit erotic atmosphere of the club; he not only didn't wear a mask, but he also preferred to be nude all of the time; he only carried his computer tablet with him, this way when he saw some slut that piqued his interest, he could quickly complete the required payment transaction and get on with the fun.

Aside from the many couches, spanking benches, sex swings, and such, the club also had a number of amenities available. There was a gym, pool, and private dining room where women could enter for a free meal; this was one of the few places men were not allowed to follow women around a gape at their nude forms, like perverts.

Any woman entering the dining room was considered to be on break, and her status was updated on the display board and computer tablets that men carried around with them to indicate this. Just off the dining room were stairs that led up to a long, wide corridor with double beds lining it; women could retire there for a short rest or sleep until they recovered enough to continue to be the object of men's sexual pleasure. A large bathroom with several showers and vanity mirrors with cosmetics was at the end of the hall. Even here, there were hidden video cameras watching everything, without anyone's knowledge; there was no privacy at Club Spades.

Other than the dining hall, any woman with a numbered collar was fair game. Men followed the women around like perverts, watching them exercise in the gym and swim in the pool, even when they used the toilet in the restroom. There were no stalls, just toilets lined up in the coed unisex bathrooms.

Allowing women to sell themselves at the club was one of Marty's most fabulous ideas; it was very popular with swingers. Some couples would attend the club together, she would list herself for sale, and he would watch as men paid to fuck her in public. For some, it was a one-time fantasy; for others, it became an addiction, returning week after week for a few hours of being a whore and getting paid for it to boot. There were, of course, college girls looking to generate money to pay their way through college. It was quickly becoming the most popular brothel in the city.

While Marty allowed amateurs to sell themselves a few times, however, any woman who became a regular provider was required to get a Spades tattoo on her shoulder or ankle with the letter C in the center, which signified she was a Spades Club Girl. He also encouraged women to get tramp stamps; he offered a more significant profit split to any woman who got one; instead of sixty-four, he split profits fifty-fifty. While they could get anything they wanted, Marty reserved the right to personally approve any tramp stamp to ensure it met his expectations in order to qualify for the profit split.

As a convenience, he even had a tattoo artist on staff that could provide tattoos to any slut that wanted one. He was kept quite busy, especially on the weekends.

There was, of course, a downside to being popular; they got more attention from the police department's vice unit. Several times, they attempted to infiltrate his operation, but he was able to thwart their attempts so far. Police never entered an establishment without radio contact with their backup, with the state-of-the-art detection system Marty installed; once they were past the first door and into the lobby, this signal was always detected, and the undercover officers were turned away. The entire building had a Faraday cage built into the exterior walls; once anyone entered the building, radio, cell signals, and any electromagnetic waves were blocked from getting through.

This alone deterred most law enforcement departments; few would risk sending officers into an unknown environment without a way to monitor their safety and deploy backup if necessary. Without some proof, judges wouldn't sign off on a search warrant, and it helped that several judges were now regular members, masked to protect their identity, of course. A few politicians as well ended up being regulars.

Marty also added another option for women entertainers to attend the club anonymously; women were also offered the option to wear a mask to conceal their identity. Bauta, Colmbina, and Moretta masks were options; the only restriction was that her mouth had to be accessible so she could provide blowjobs or her customers could French kiss her, and of course, they were always naked as per club policy. The club demanded a bigger slice of the fee, with the club taking seventy-five percent and the provider only twenty-five percent. Still, it proved to be quite popular, especially among the more dominant women in the city. Influential women in business and politics enjoyed the role of a submissive sluts to counter the responsibilities of their daily high-pressure jobs. Sometimes with the knowledge and approval of their spouses, other times not.

While participation was supposed to be completely anonymous, it was anything but. Marty had a growing collection of compromising videos of influential women he planned to use for future blackmail. In some cases, he arranged interdictions for some of these women. They were unpleasantly surprised when a customer who paid for their services in a private suite ended up being a hated political rival or enemy. She would have to have to give them a blowjob, fuck or get fucked and give them a clean-up blowjob after all with a smile on their face. Refusal not only meant getting banned from the club but as part of her confidentiality agreement, if she refused to provide services to any paying customer, she would be forced to surrender her mask, and her customer could see what slut declined to offer him services.

The ideal situation was that the men were club members first, so she could enjoy the feeling of his dick bareback as he thrust himself in and out of her pussy, and have her feel his cum flood her pussy as he ejaculated inside her. Then, she got to taste his cum, as she gave him a clean-up blowjob after, as was the club standard. He went to great lengths to ensure this ideal situation. While the club didn't advertise, it was a strictly word-of-mouth organization; he made sure that the right people got to know about the services his particular business provided and offered complimentary services to entice them to sample the merchandise. Marty has yet to find a man that would turn down free pussy. Once they attended his brothel, every mark opted to obtain a full membership. All he needed to do from that point was to offer a discount to get him in the same room with her. From his experience, men who have private accommodations to have sex remove their masks to enjoy the experience to the full extent possible. Thus this ensured that she saw her customer, but her customer had no idea who he was shagging.

Six months flew by the brothel kept Marty so busy; the money was rolling in, and he spent less and less time at his legitimate business offices and more and more time in the office at his brothel; he would often take breaks to fuck various woman, all day and night. It was such a great success that he was seriously considering opening more locations in other cities, even toying with the idea of franchising his business model. He found the idea of another Club Spades chapter in Dallas, LA, and Vegas appealing. His business venture was a success beyond his wildest dreams.

He grudgingly admitted to himself that he had Tai to thank for all of this; without his involvement, none of this would have been possible. Tai corrupting his Wife was the first step in the long process that ended up in his office with unrestricted access to a massive variety of pussy which he enjoyed daily. He felt like a kid in a candy store with an endless array of sweets. And taste the sweets he did.

At first, he thought he no longer needed Tai; his usefulness had come to an end. He often daydreamed about all sorts of ways Tai would die a painful death. But in respect for what he helped Marty accomplish, he decided that out of respect, it would be a quick and painless death. It was the least he could do to repay Tai for his involvement in Marty's play. In time, Tai's name would fade into mediocrity, and history would tell a story that it was all Marty single-handedly built his empire with his intelligence, willpower, and determination.

Fortunately for Tai, Marty found a new use for him. Tai and several other black men had a suite in the brothel all to themselves. More desirable women who were casual prostitutes were told that a gentleman wanted a private session with them. She would be taken to Tai's suite and he and several other well hung black men would fuck her until she was converted to the church of big Black dick. Tai had an excellent closure rate of converting casual whores into full time whores.

Marty also increased his staff; Todd and several other bouncers from swinger and gentlemen's clubs were added to his payroll, some part-time, for others, it was a full-time job with benefits. Those benefits included having access to the merchandise as a perk. Sure, it cut into his profits a little, but it purchased him absolute loyalty with his staff. After all who turns down free pussy?

Marriage

The ceremony was a small, private affair held a few days later. Right after, they got the marriage license and had a public official perform the ceremony. It was just a few of her friends; his parents were disappointed he didn't find out about the wedding until after, which was just as well; they had an orgy at the reception afterward.

She never bothered to inform her parents of the wedding; they had long since disowned her after she sent them a copy of her first film she made in Hollywood, it was a porno of course. She wanted the show her bible thumping racist parents what a slut they raised. The next day, they got matching wedding ring tattoos; it was something she insisted on.

"I'll never leave you," he assured her as he was getting his new tattooed ring.

"Damn right! If you ever try, I'll have you castrated. I know people," she said with a smile.

He shuddered; he didn't doubt for a minute that she meant what she said.

After marriage, her control over him only tightened. Over the course of the next few months, she started managing the finances. They lived on the bare minimum to get by; she invested everything else. She wanted them to be completely financially independent in a few years, so they could retire before thirty and travel the world. There were so many places to see, so many people to meet and have sex with.

While having a husband that was open to Bi-sexual experiences, it wasn't enough for her. She wanted him molded into an expert on providing other men pleasure. She enlisted Jay again,

"Teach him how to be a master in sexually satisfying men," she told him.

Jay was up for the challenge. He joked that she might not like the results; he would attempt conversion therapy on her husband, turning him gay.

She was confident that he would fail in turning him gay, but could educate him into an excellent man lover.

Jay came over once a month to instruct her husband; he brought his boyfriend Jim over, who was also bisexual and a couple of other Black friends, both gay, straight, and Bi. They would spent the evening fucking both her and her husband, over and over. It was wild; both she and her husband had many orgasms over the course of the night.

After five sessions of education, Jay said her husband was so good at fucking, sucking and getting fucked as any gay man. Taking her aside, he suggested that she get a Jack or Spades tattoo for her husband to advertise himself as such.

She was seriously considering it, not that her Husband knew what she was considering marking his body with. Not that he would have mattered, he wouldn't have had a choice in the matter, if she wanted him to get a tattoo, there was nothing he could do to prevent her, she had that kind of control over him.

When she asked Jay for suggestions about placement, Jay told her to put it on his ankle, crotch, or, better yet, a Tramp stamp on his lower back with the Jack of Spades in the center. He told her she could also get a matching Queen of Spades tattoo.

It was then she realized what this was really about. She knew Jay's boyfriend, Jim, wanted to possess her badly, and getting a Queen of Spades tattoo would go a long way in accomplishing his goal. While Jim was aggressive when fucking her, he was careful not to push her too far. She had a reputation for fucking up anyone who tried to force their will on her. Once, she was responsible for sending one guy to the emergency room, who learned this the hard way. The police even got involved, but she just had to mention the R word, and the guy forgot all about it. After all, what jury would believe the testimony of a six-foot-four Black thug over that of a tiny five-foot-four White girl? It would be a nice, long prison sentence for him, and he knew it.

It's not that a Queen of Spades tattoo would turn her into a big Black cock loving whore, but such a tattoo would discourage men who were not Black and only serve to embolden aggressive Black men to hit on her. Of course, she could hide her tramp stamp until it was too late for her to pray for the night to back out of a date with her and her husband, but she knew herself too well, she would never conceal a tattoo that screamed slut. She would proudly show it off.

Before she met her husband, one of her swinger girlfriends gave her a low cut crop top shirt that had 'SLUT' written across it in bold letters. While she didn't have big tits, the shirt was tight enough that it squeezed her breasts together nicely, presenting some appealing cleavage to show off. That and her pierced navel ring screamed fuck me. Her girlfriend was more than a little surprised to learn that it wasn't a shirt she hid in the back of her closet only to pull it out on nights she went swinging or clubbing. No, she proudly wore it every day when she was working at the coffee shop. She was sure her manager would have said something to her about it sooner or later, when he saw the pickup in business from the line of men waiting to order coffee. He didn't say anything to her. It wasn't until six weeks later that the district manager for the franchisee wanted to know the secret to how her manager boosted sales by thirty percent in one month. He stopped in for a surprise visit. When he saw what she was wearing, he ordered her to change her top to an approved uniform top immediately.

After sales dropped, the district manager changed his tune; he encouraged her to wear whatever she wanted, but by then, the novelty for her had passed. It was just as well, she was giving her number out to twenty men a day, fucking four to five of them after work. It wasn't a lifestyle she could keep up over the long haul. But it was fun while it lasted.

A Queen of Spades tattoo would be a curse, not a blessing. It would typecast her, just as any Hollywood movie star who got typecast when playing too many hero action movies, directors couldn't see them playing anything but an action hero. The same fate would befall her, men would see her as nothing but a big Black loving slut, they wouldn't be able to imagine her playing any other role. And while she enjoyed big Black cock on occasion, it wasn't the only kind of cock she was interest in, she wanted to try them all, well almost all of them. She had no interest tiny dicks.

That was the last time she contacted Jay for a hook-up. Of course, he called. When can we get together again? But she ghosted him. He served his purpose. The subsequent bisexual encounter she set up for her and her husband was another bi-sexual white couple she knew of but never swapped with before. While the girls did the lesbian sex thing, her husband sucked, got fucked and fucked the male partner. After a couple of rounds of swapping with her husband, the guy fucked her and her husband did the same to his woman. After that night's festivities, the guy couldn't say enough positive things about her husband. He was the best cock sucker he ever experienced, and how he thrust his body back as each of his forward thrusts, it was his best guy on guy sex ever. He suggested her husband should be a gay a porn star he was that talented.

While her husband impressed the guy that night, the guy provided a lackluster performance when he was with her. He left her pussy feeling neglected and feeling needy after the date. She declined future invitations to get together with the couple. Still, the encounter proved to her that her husband was adequately trained to satisfy any sexual partner, be that man or female.