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MRWADE.159                                         By Master Wade









                          The Home-maker







     The second floor interrogation room of the city jail was a

high-ceilinged plaster-walled room with only one window which was

placed high along the outside wall.  The walls were painted a light

green from the ceiling to a midpoint mark, a darker shade of green

from there to the floor.  The floor was painted cement, also green;

the only furniture a conference table and three wooden chairs.

     Anderson Farmer found himself in this room often.  As one of

several public defenders who worked for the county he was

accustomed to meeting his clients here, hearing their usually

pitiful stories, and trying to give them the best legal counsel the

tax-payers were willing to provide.  It was seldom good enough, but

then it was better than nothing.

     The client that Anderson, more commonly known as Andy, was

here to meet on this occasion was a young woman who had stabbed and

killed a local evangelical preacher.  In the public's eye the girl

was a common tramp, the preacher a well known and respected member

of the community.  The local grapevine said the county prosecutor

was threatening to go for First Degree Murder, but Andy found it

hard to believe there had been any premeditation on the girl's

part. More than likely the prosecutor was planning on letting the

public defender take credit for getting the charge reduced to

Manslaughter, a common enough tactic that made it appear to the

public that the wheels of justice turned smoothly.

     The guard brought the girl in and closed the door behind her,

leaving them alone.  She looked frightened and frail, a waif who

had suddenly found herself thrust toward the gates of Hell.

     Andy rose and greeted her, pulling out one of the chairs and

helping her to a seat at the table.  Her name was Jenny Wilson, and

she was twenty-three years old.

     Andy had read the police report, but he also knew that such

reports didn't always tell the whole story.

     Jenny Wilson, the preliminary investigation had revealed, had

completed two years of college before becoming involved with an

older man who had from that point on served as a Sugar Daddy for

her, providing her with an apartment and money, with the

understanding that she would be available to him when he wanted her

to be.  Jeff Marsh, the Sugar Daddy, was a wealthy middle-aged

twice-divorced businessman who apparently had some rather bizarre

sexual perversions.  Jenny, it appeared, had been more than

competent in helping Marsh satisfy some of these sexual needs.

     The Reverend Wilson Frederick Lewis, now deceased, having

become aware of the moral outrage visited upon this poor girl, had

apparently attempted to turn her from her path of sin.  The result

had been his death and Jenny's incarceration.

     "In order for me to understand what took place, Jenny," Andy

said, "it's important for me to know everything about your

lifestyle and what brought it to the attention of Reverend Lewis.

Start at the beginning, when you first met Jeff Marsh and decided

to drop out of college."

     The girl shifted in her chair.  She had answered so many

questions from so many ugly, hostile people.  At least this man was

supposed to be on her side.  She brushed her light brown bangs out

of her eyes and began her story.

     "I liked college okay, and wasn't doing too badly, but the

expense of it was getting to be more than I could bear.  I was

trying to do it all on my own.  There was a small scholarship, and

I was working part time in the evenings as a waitress, but I was

having to borrow heavily to make the tuition payments.  There's

only my mother and she lives on a small social security payment

each month..

     "Anyway, when I met Jeff he swept me off my feet immediately.

He didn't really try to talk me out of staying in college, but he

wanted me to be free to be with him whenever he wanted.  I've been

saving some of the money he gives me, and I figure I can go back to

college later on if I want.  I guess that makes me a `kept woman',

but I like it, and Jeff likes it, so what does it matter to anyone

else?"

     "It shouldn't," Andy replied, "but it looks like it did, huh?"

     "Yeah, I guess so.  But what that preacher was drawn to me

over wasn't so much my relationship with Jeff...it had more to do

with the other things I did for Jeff.  Look...this is kind of long

and kind of personal, but I guess you need to hear it all, huh?"

     "There can't be any surprises when we go to court, Jenny,"

Andy replied.  "I'm sorry, but I do need to hear it all."

     "Okay.  I understand.  Well, I'm not ashamed of any of it,

because it never hurt anyone, you understand.  No one did anything

they didn't want to do and no one did anything behind anyone's

back. If people have a problem with that, then that's their

problem, not mine.

     "Anyway, Jeff would sometimes want me to have lunch with him

or something, but usually he would just come to the apartment for

dinner in the evenings and stay until about 2:00 or 3:00 in the

morning.  He never seemed to need much sleep, and he'd leave my

apartment, go home and shower and go jogging and then shower again

and get ready to go to work.  So, he wasn't there that many hours

each day.

     "Jeff had a lot of sexual fantasies that matched some of mine,

and we got real comfortable about discussing them and even trying

some of them out.  One of the big ones had to do with me being with

other guys.  Jeff really found that exciting, and he wanted me to

let some other guys come to the apartment during the day when he

wasn't there, and then for me to tell him about it when he came

home.

     "I have to admit that I found that very exciting too, even if

it was a little scary at first.  The first guy was a friend of

Jeff's, a guy named Mike Realto.  Mike and I went out a time or

two, and then he started coming by in the mornings before he

started work.  Jeff gave him a key and he'd let himself in.  It was

really neat how they worked it out.  I'd go to sleep with one guy

and wake up with another one.  And they are both wonderful lovers.

     "That got to be a regular thing.  So regular, I guess, that it

lost some of it's power with Jeff, and he started wanting me to do

yet another guy during the day.  Well, I don't mind admitting that

I love to do it...okay?  I mean, I'm not a nymphomaniac or anything

like that; I can say no, but I didn't see any reason to say no,

particularly, under the circumstances.

     "Well, another one of Jeff's fantasies had to do with girls

being with black guys.  I think it had to do more with girls being

with guys with big cocks, if you know what I mean, but there was

something about the guy being black that appealed to us both too.

So Jeff and Mike and I started looking for a handsome black man who

would enjoy having a place in my daily schedule.

     "Mike met his guy named Carl Woodbridge, a really tall black

guy who is knockout gorgeous.  Turns out that Carl works second

shift and is free in the daytime, and when Mike tells him about me

he's all for it.  Jeff didn't want anyone to see Carl and me

together in public, but it was fine with both of us for Carl just

to come by in the mornings, just before lunch.  So, before you know

it, I'm having a lot of company every day, and while there were

some days when maybe one or the other of them didn't want to do it,

those days were few and far between.

     "As it turned out, Carl wasn't any bigger than Mike or Jeff. 

That was okay with me...he was still a hunk and I liked the fact

that he was black and that I was white.  But Jeff still wanted me

to do a guy that was real big.  We talked about it and I told him

that he couldn't just keep adding guys...that I was loving it, but

that there was a limit, you know?  Jeff said for me to just think

about it.  He said that one really hung guy would make it all

complete and there wouldn't have to be any others."

     Andy tried hard to be professional.  It was arousing him to

hear this intelligent young girl's story.  There were questions he

wanted to ask, but he couldn't decide if they were honestly related

to her defense or born in his own fantasies.

     "Was the sex with these three men what a jury would consider

to be fairly normal sex, or did you do anything kinky with them?",

he asked.

     "You may be a better judge of what a jury would consider kinky

than I am," Jenny said. "Mike was big on anal sex and usually liked

to do me that way when he came by in the mornings.  Carl was more

of an oral sex guy and loved for me to give him head, but he fucked

me a lot too.  Jeff, I guess, is the kinkiest one.  He likes to do

it in all three places and he really got off on me going down on

Carl...I guess partly because he is black, you know.  Jeff talks to

me almost constantly when we do it, talking dirty about me and Mike

and Carl.  I guess some people would think that's kinky."

     "But you didn't do any bondage or S&M or those kinds of things

with any of them?"

     "No.  Well, we talked about doing it, and I could have gotten

into that, I think, but we never did any of it."

     "I interrupted you.  Did you add the fourth guy, or not?",

Andy asked.

     "Oh...yeah.  We did, finally, but it took a while to find the

right guy.  It's harder than you might think to find a guy that is

really hung good.  You can tell if a guy is black or not pretty

easy, you know, but it isn't so easy to tell how big a guy is."

     "How did you go about it?", Andy asked, wondering to himself

how big one had to be to be "really hung good".

     "Well, Jeff made me tell Mike and Carl what we were looking

for, in case they knew someone like that.  He figured Carl probably

would and if I wound up doing two black guys it would be just that

much better.  But I guess guys don't know how big other guys

are...I mean how many guys cocks have you seen?"

     "Not many...I can see how that would be a problem."

     "Right.  I guess girls know more about who has the big cocks

than guys do, and I wasn't around that many girls at the time. 

Anyway, when Mike and Carl weren't able to help much, Jeff finally

said that I'd just have to do some one-night stands until I found

the right guy."

     "How did you feel about that?  Did that work out okay?"

     "It was okay with me.  Actually, it was fun, to tell the

truth. Jeff gave me some credit cards and let me buy all the sexy

clothes I wanted and for several weeks I went to all the clubs,

picking up guys and bringing them back to the apartment.  You guys

are pretty easy, you know...especially if the skirt is short

enough."

     "I'm sure you didn't have any problem convincing them to come

home with you.  How long did it take you to find someone?"

     Jenny fought a grin and shifted nervously in her chair.

     "Well...I don't know why I don't just lie to you about

this...maybe I want you to know, or something...anyway, you can't

tell Jeff this, but I found just the right guy on the second night

I went out."

     "But you kept `searching', even though you knew you had one

that would suit Jeff?"

     "Yeah.  That's bad, huh?"  She stopped and waited for an

answer, a naughty smile written on her lips.

     Andy couldn't help but chuckle.  "Yeah, Jenny.  That's pretty

bad.  But it's cute."

     "Well, hey...the clubs were nice, not the kind of places that

I could have afforded to go on my own, you know?  And they were

full of good looking men.  I love to dance, and I loved all the

attention the guys gave me.  And Jeff was getting off on it anyway. 

He loved to hear me tell him all about it."

     "So, you did what?...eight or ten guys before you told Jeff

about the guy you knew was the right one?"

     "Twelve.  I figured I might as well do a dozen." She grinned

again.  This was a girl who enjoyed being bad.  But Andy found it

hard to believe she was a murderer.

     "Okay, so you started doing the hung guy too.  Did he come by

every day like the others?"

     "Oh yeah.  In fact, he sometimes came by twice.  If one of the

others wasn't coming for some reason, I'd give him a call and he'd

come over.  His name is Dan Scribner, and he's a painter who lives

not far from my apartment, so he could come over most anytime I

wanted him to."

     "Jenny, this doesn't have anything to do with your case,

really, but I can't help wonder how big `big' is?"

     Jenny chuckled and lowered her head before answering.

     "Well, I can answer that precisely, because Jeff made me

measure Dan.  There are guys who are longer, I guess, although I

didn't see any when I was going out on the weekends.  Dan is a

little over eight inches, measured along the top.  But he is six

inches around when he's hard...and believe me...THAT is BIG! I was

a little afraid at first, but after the first time I really got

into it.  I didn't really notice how big he really was though until

he had me deepthroat him and until he started doing anal on me.

That's when a girl really knows how big 8X6 is."

     Andy felt himself growing hard inside his pants. He was glad

the table hid his lap from Jenny's view.

     "So, was Dan your favorite, Jenny?", Andy asked.  Fuck

professionalism.

     "Oh, God, I don't know how to answer that one. I do love his

cock.  I mean really love it.  Even in the ass, although it hurts

pretty bad when he does me that way.  In my pussy...whew...well, I

don't how to tell you how good that is.  I'm multi-orgasmic when he

fucks me, and I'm not with the others.  Usually.  But I like them

all, and as much as I love Dan's cock, I wouldn't really want to

say that he's my favorite.  I guess I like having all of them."

     "It must be pretty hard being in jail and not being able to be

with any of them, huh?", he asked.

     Jenny turned her head toward the door and fought back tears.

     "I hate it.  And I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that

damned preacher."

     "Tell me what happened with the preacher, Jenny."

     "He tricked me.  It wasn't fair, what he did," she said, her

voice full of hurt.

     "What did he do, Jenny?"

     "I started getting phone calls...the kind where no one says

anything and you finally hang up on them.  I guess I should have

wondered about the fact that they never came when anyone was at the

apartment with me, but I suppose I was too frustrated by them to

think about that.  Anyway, I don't mind a little phone sex every

now and then, and I figured this guy was someone who just called

until he found some woman's voice that he liked or something and

then got off thinking about her, or something like that.  Finally,

I just told him that if that was what he was doing that we could

both have fun if he'd talk to me instead of just sitting there not

saying anything.

     "I didn't have too many options, really.  I couldn't call the

cops and have them finding out about Carl and Mike and Jeff and

Dan, you know what I mean?  Anyway, he finally started talking, and

it wasn't bad.  I didn't need it particularly, but I got into it

pretty good.  He wanted to know the kinkiest things I'd ever done,

and so I told him that I did the other guys.  I know that was

stupid of me now, but I didn't have any idea that the guy knew who

I was or anything."

     "Are you saying that this was Revered Lewis who was calling

you, Jenny?"

     "Yeah.  I didn't know it.  I know his voice is famous and all

to most people, but it wasn't famous to me.  Not then, anyway.  He

sure didn't sound like a preacher.  He kept saying that he bet he

was bigger than Dan and that he wanted to be number five."

     "And he talked you into letting him come to the apartment?"

     "Not at first, but the phone sex was pretty good, and I

figured Jeff might like it, especially if he was really bigger than

Dan."

     "How many times did he come to see you at the apartment?"

     "Just that one time.  I knew who he was as soon as I opened

the door.  He's on TV, you know, and on billboards all over the

place too.  I guess it was the subject we talked about on the phone

that made it so hard for me to make the connection. But I felt

really stupid when I realized I'd been having phone sex with the

most famous preacher around."

     "What happened when you realized who he was?", Andy asked.

     "Well, I was shocked.  I told him I wouldn't have invited him

if I'd known who he was, and that made him angry.  He said that

shouldn't make any difference, that he had needs just like other

men.  He said we should at least talk about it, and asked if I

would fix him a glass of tea or something.  We went into the

kitchen and I got him a Coke...didn't have any tea...and we

talked."

     "Was he still angry with you?"

     "Not at first.  I guess he thought he would talk me into it.

But I told him I just didn't want to do it with someone as famous

as he was, especially with him being a preacher and all that. 

That's when he really got angry.  He started half-preaching-half-

cussing me then, talking about what a sinful whore I was to do it

with four men a day, one of them black and then to have phone sex

on the side.  He said it all in such an ugly way...it was all meant

to hurt and to try to make me feel guilty.  I asked him to leave,

and he said he wasn't leaving until he got some and then he started

pawing me and pushing me back against the counter."

     "And you fought him off?"

     "Yeah.  I mean...just because I like to do it with guys

doesn't mean I can't say no and mean it, does it?  And I may have

led him to believe he could do it when we talked on the phone, but

that was when I didn't know who he was.  I sure didn't lead him on

after he showed up at the apartment."

     "He wouldn't take no for an answer though."

     "No, he sure wouldn't.  He was raping me...that's exactly what

he was doing.  I knew it, and the idea of someone that was supposed

to be as pure and everything that he was supposed to be raping me

made me so angry that I couldn't see straight.  I managed to get

the drawer open and got out one of the kitchen knives and I stuck

him in the neck with it.  He let me go then and staggered back and

tried to reach the knife to pull it out, but before he could get it

out he fell down in the floor, and I guess he was dead.  I didn't

know anything else to do except call the police, so I did.  And

here I am."

     "It's a clear case of self-defense, Jenny.  I don't think

we'll have any problem.  The worst part will be that the

prosecution is going to drag Jeff and the others into it, and try

to prove that you enticed him and lured him to your apartment. 

Then they'll probably try to prove that you planned it all because

he tried to talk you out of the kind of life you were living, or

something along those lines.  It won't be pretty, but we'll get you

through it all okay."



     In the coming trial, Jenny was found not guilty of first

degree murder.  The court decided she had acted in self-defense and

she was released.  Unfortunately, all four of the men Jenny had

been having relations with found the trial and the publicity to be

too much for them, and by the time it was all over, none of them

wanted to see her again.

     Jenny and Andy became friends during the trial and lovers

afterward.  They found it difficult to live so close to Jenny's

past, and Andy quit his job with the county and talked Jenny into

moving with him to Chicago.  Not long after settling there, they

were married.

     Andy saw to it that Jenny got her degree.  She worked hard and

made excellent grades.  She was happy with her new life with Andy,

and even though she missed the excitement she had known with Jeff,

she was quite content.

     Not long after her graduation, Andy held a surprise party for

her, in honor of her graduation.  The house was full of their new

Chicago friends, and Jenny was genuinely surprised and pleased by

Andy's thoughtfulness.  After the party, as they sat on the couch

in the living room, remembering the evening, they talked.

     "You know," Andy said, his hand playing in her hair, "tonight

is the first time I've really seen you around other people very

much."

     "I guess we've both been pretty pre-occupied with me trying to

get through school and you getting the firm off to a good start,"

she replied, warmly.

     "Some of the guy's couldn't keep their eyes off you," he said,

smiling.

     "Awww...who?  I didn't notice that," she said, with genuine

surprise.

     "Harry, for one.  And Jim Blessing.  They were both nearly

drooling all night."

     "Well, you needn't worry about that.  I'm your wife, you

know."

     "Actually, I liked it.  I liked the way they looked at you,

and I liked knowing that they wanted you."

     "Andy...you don't have to..."

     "I'm not saying that for any reason other than it being the

truth, Jenny.  I did like it.  It excited me.  Still does."

     "Are you sure?", she asked.  Andy could feel a tension between

them, but hardly an uncomfortable one.

     "I'm very sure, Jenny.  I found myself wanting to ask Harry if

he'd like to fuck you sometime."

     "Andy...don't say that..."

     "No, I did, Jenny.  I really wanted to ask him that.  I kept

picturing you on your knees in front of him, sucking him off."

     Jenny laid her hand high along the inside of Andy's thigh and

put her head on his shoulder.  She didn't say anything.

     "When you brought the coffee service in and set it on the

table, your dress raised up pretty high in back.  Not quite high

enough for the tops of your stockings to show, but almost.  It was

very sexy.  Harry and Jim were both sitting where they could have

seen it, and I looked over at them, wanting them to see, but they

were talking to other people and they missed it.  I actually was

disappointed, Jenny.  I really was."

     "You can invite them over another time, I guess, if you want,"

she said, rubbing his thigh softly.

     "If I did, it would only be because I wanted them to fuck you,

Jenny," Andy said, quietly.

     "I know," she said, her head still on his shoulder.

     "It might not be good to involve close friends like that,"

Andy said, sliding his hand down into Jenny's blouse.

     "It could cause some problems," Jenny replied.

     "Yeah," Andy said, cupping her right breast and catching her

nipple between his fingers.  He felt it harden.

     "The placement office has some job interviews they want me to

take," she said.

     "That's nice.  I guess you're looking forward to finding a

good job, huh?"  Andy began tugging her dress up, exposing her

legs, working the hem above her stocking tops.

     "Well, I guess that's the whole point of getting the degree,

right?"

     "That's one reason, I suppose," he said, touching her naked

thighs gently.  "I'm going to miss you being home whenever I want

you to be."

     "A girl can get into a lot of trouble if she stays home too

much," Jenny said, opening her legs.  Andy swallowed hard and slid

his hand between her legs.  Her panties were wet to his touch.

     "You're right.  Especially a girl who loves to fuck," Andy

said, rubbing the crotch of her panties.

     "I love to fuck, Andy," Jenny said, her voice thick with

passion.

     "I don't know if you love to fuck as much as you once did,

Jenny," he said, pushing her panties to the side and rubbing her

hard little clitoris.  Her legs opened further.  "You used to love

it so much that you did four different men every day, Jenny.  Even

a black guy."

     "I know.  I like black men," she said, her voice almost a

whisper.

     "You like big cocks too, don't you?", he asked, pushing two

fingers into her.

     Jenny moaned and pushed back at the fingers.  "Yes, Andy. I

like black men and big cocks and staying home."

     "That's what you want to do, isn't it, Jenny?  Stay home and

fuck all day?  Fuck different guys?  Fuck black guys and guys with

big cocks?  You want to be my wife, but you want to fuck, don't

you, Jenny?"

     Jenny grabbed his arm and held it tightly between her hands.

Her hips pumped rythmicly now, her wet pussy fucking at Andy's

fingers. She lay her head back against his arm and turned to face

him, her eyes half-closed.

     "I want to, Andy," she said, her voice almost a gasp as she

fucked herself against his hand.  "I want to do it...I want to do

it sooo bad, Andy!"

     Andy brought her quickly to orgasm, rubbing his thumb against

her clit while she worked her tight little pussy on his fingers.

After she came, he unzipped his pants, pushed her onto her back on

the couch, straddled her chest, and pushed the head of his nine

inch black cock past the opening of her throat.



                              The End



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