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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Payroll
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (BM+F reluc interr oral)
Language: English
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the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Treating your employees fair and
square is part of the game.  Consequences can be quite expensive if you
don't treat the people who work for you straight.  Ms.  Molly Baker learns
a life long lesson on that score that I bet she won't share with her
husband any time soon.  Or will she ?

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Payroll

   (BM+F reluc interr oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Two Days Later

   Molly Baxter was more than a little loaded.  She'd been hanging around
in the same bar for two straight days, distributing pay checks from the
last business her husband and she had managed...Shit !  They owned the
place.  It was only after the base closed...If the base had stayed open
they'd still be in business.  The town just couldn't support the number of
businesses it had with the base gone and the city fathers were very
prejudiced about who they allowed to succeed.

   Tom, Molly's husband, had left town a day and a half ago.  She had
stayed with friends.  They only had so much money and several of the
employees were going to get stiffed.  Their remaining capital went to
finance their new home.  Tom was off for Las Vegas to close on that new
home.  Thank God !  'Vegas was cheap...As least as cheap as where this was
all going down.

   Molly looked at her watch and decided not to have another drink.  She'd
been sitting on this bar stool since five o'clock.  It was close to nine.
She looked around the bar.  It was hardly packed, maybe eight or ten
scattered about.  Mostly men, just two other women.  If no one else showed
up ?  There were only two checks left.  You'd think they'd get the word by
now ?  She gathered up her change and slid off the bar stool.

   The lady's room was small and smelled.  Some bitch had tried to flush
her tampax down the john and the toilet had backed up.  Molly had her jeans
open and over her hips before she noticed the condition.  She had to piss
bad so took a deep breath and did the deed.

   Richard was the chief bar tender at the "Country Inn" where Molly had
been meeting her former employees and distributing their final pay checks.
Several of said employees had hit him up for a job after getting their last
check.  In fact Richard was one of the main reasons that several of the
employees got the word in the first place.  The phone rang again.  It was
the same guy.  He wanted to know whether "the brunette with the big tits"
was still in the bar ?

   Richard was no fool.  He knew that the woman, who had been using his bar
as a meeting place for the last couple of days, was trying to get away with
something.  Richard would love to get the goods on her scam.  He'd love to
get "the brunette with the big tits" bent over one of the chairs in the
office.  She had a nice padded butt to boot.  Richard loved to feed it to
them from behind.  And what great big tits to hold on to as he fucked the
shit out of her.

   She was just leaving the rest room when he hung up the phone...On her
way to the exit.  Richard considered going to the door to watch which
direction she went but one of his few customers of the evening picked this
time to order another round.  By the time Richard got out from behind the
bar and went to the door; well, the parking lot was like a cemetery.

   The Parking Lot

   Molly walked slowly to the van.  The parking lot was dark.  Only one
street light and that was about three doors down.  She had her keys in her
hand.  One last look around.  She couldn't see shit.  It was fucking dark
out !  The key slid into the lock and the lock popped open.  As she pulled
the door open a hand grabbed her from behind, around her mouth.  An arm
went around her waist.  She had a hard time seeing and felt that there were
two of them.  The sound of the sliding door of a van being opened and her
assailant forced her into the back of the van.  Molly ended up on her
stomach with her assailant sprawled on top of her in the back.

   The sliding door slid shut.  Another door closed and the van was moving.
She was still on her belly with this guy on top of her.  His hand was still
over her mouth and it smelled like marijuana.  Neither of her captors had
said a word.  By the speed of the van she figured they were out on the
county road and hauling ass.  She wondered where they were taking her...And
what were they going to do with her ?  She wished her husband had been in
charge of this end of the operation.

   The Van

   The van was turning off the county road and on to a dirt road.  It was
bouncing along at a good clip and Molly wondered if the vehicle was going
to come apart before they reached their destination.  They slowed.  Then
turned off the road and came to a stop.  The weight of a man came off her.
She turned to see...It was Jamal Wright...That meant that Jon Wright was
driving.  They were the clean up "boys"...Did all the shit jobs.  And they
had really come up on the short end when it came to paying off the staff.
She had checks for everyone but the Wright brothers.  Molly was instantly
scared.  Neither her husband nor Molly had considered this as one of the
risks associated with not paying all their associates.

   The two black men were standing outside the van and peering in at her.
She sat up.  Neither of them spoke.  Jon was holding her purse in one hand.
In the other were the two checks that she hadn't yet distributed.

   "Jamal, our names aren't on either these checks." Molly looked at Jamal
but he didn't say a word.  He was taking a big drag off a marijuana
cigarette and then followed it up with a big pull off a 40.

   "Jamal...You listenin' to me ?"

   Jamal turned toward his brother and held out the 40.  Jon dropped
Molly's purse and took the glass bottle.  He took a big swig.

   "I figure Mrs.  Baxter here owes us big time, brother.  You know what
that means ?  Right Jon ?" Jamal was excited just thinking about getting a
piece of the white woman.  And Jon was kind of excited about it too.  She
had tremendously big tits for a white woman.

   Jamal's cock was already alive in his jeans.  He reached down with his
free hand and took a hold of his eager cock.  It was strong and getting
firmer.  The woman was watching him.  His cock got harder and grew down his
pant's leg.

   Molly was keeping an eye on Jamal.  He was the youngest and a hot head.
He'd mouthed off to Tom several times during his employment with them.  Jon
threw the empty beer bottle out into the trees.  It crashed with a loud
breaking of glass.

   Jamal was coming toward her.  She backed away from him.  He crawled past
her into the van and dragged a cooler out of the van and on to the floor of
the forest or whatever they called it out here.  They were in a clearing
surrounded by trees.  Molly had no idea where they were ?  Another forty
was making the rounds and Molly was asked to partake.  She refused.

   "You might want to think about that again, party girl." It was Jamal and
Molly was shaking now.  She wanted to run but knew that it would be
impossible to out run two black men in their twenties.  At thirty-seven
she'd never get out of the van before they got their hands on her.  She
shivered and it wasn't that cold.

   Jon climbed up into the van and crawled past Molly to the rear of the
vehicle.  The last row of seats were still in the vehicle...The rest,
except for the front seats, was bare floor.  He sat back and watched the
white woman cower in the front of the van.  Jamal was guarding the door but
there was really little chance of the white woman escaping her destiny. 
Jamal had been talking about it since yesterday when they found out that
she was paying some of the staff.  They were both glad that her husband had
left her behind to take care of the staff.  He was looking forward to
watching Jamal fuck the shit out of her.  He imagined the white woman
sucking his cock while Jamal poked that "foot long hot dog" of his into
her. He was getting a boner.

   Molly thought of making a dash for it but then Jamal was up in the van
with her.  His face was very close to hers.  "You gonna give it up, girl ?
Or we gonna have to take it ?"

   Molly didn't know what to say.  She remained silent.  She was shaking
like a leaf.  Jamal reached for her right breast but she pushed his hand
away.  "You cold, girl ?" He started laughing.  "You be hotter than a
starvin' ho in a little bit, honey.  You ever had any black dick ?" He
started laughing.  His hand was on her breast, squeezing it, like fruit. 
She pushed his hand away.

   "Bring her back here, Jamal." Molly looked into the back of the van.  It
was dark.  She could barely make out Jon as he sat on the bench seat in the
very rear of the van.  Jamal had her right arm and dragged her toward the
back of the van.  Molly put up little resistance.  He pushed her up on to
the bench and there she sat next to Jon.  His arm went around her shoulder
and came to rest on her left breast.  She tried to push it away but he kept
a firm hold on to her breast meat.

   He held the forty out to her.  Molly shook her head from side to side.
He was still manipulating her breast and she was trying to fend him off
with both hands now.  Jamal jumped up onto the seat and started groping her
now unguarded breasts.  She turned toward him and got a hand between them
but now both of their hands were really working on her tits.  She could
feel her blouse being un-buttoned.  Her hands and arms were nowhere near
strong enough to keep them away from her body.  Molly realized at that
moment that they were going to fuck her.  She would not be able to stop
them and was debating whether she should try at all.

   Her blouse was totally open now.  Her white bra standing out in the dim
light in the back of the van.  Her arms were getting sore trying to keep
the men's hands off her chest.  She looked down and saw that her blouse was
all the way out of her jeans.  Her nipples were erect and quite visible
poking against the material of her bra.  It would take her husband a lot of
work to get her nipples this erect.  She was hardly struggling now.  One of
them got a hand behind her and she felt the elastic of her bra give way. 
In one rip her bra was pulled up above her tits.

   The muscles in her arms burned.  She was hardly pushing against them
now. They had free access to her bare breasts and she watched their black
hands roaming over her ample breast meat....Pinching and pulling on her
nipples.  They were still hard and she wondered if it was because she was
struggling.

   Her blouse was being pulled down over her shoulders, her arms now free
of her blouse.  It went to the floor and was quickly followed by her bra.
She was naked to the waist and both men grunted with pleasure as they
surveyed the white woman's large titties.

   Jon was totally hard by the time the white woman gave up the fight and
they got her blouse and bra off.  It was hardly a struggle.  He bent his
head and took a big bite out of Molly's right breast.  He really had to
bend over 'cause her tits really hung low.  She had pretty small nipples
for the size of her tits.  Her tits over flowed his hands, heavy too.  He
sucked real hard hoping to bring blood to the skin of the white woman.  She
had to have marks, especially on her tits.  He'd also put some on her
thighs, right down by her cunt.  Jon was getting harder as he worked on the
white woman's tits with his mouth.

   Jamal watched his brother for just a few moments before he too bent to
suck on the white woman's other tit.  With his free hand he reached for his
crotch and started working his jeans open.  His cock felt horny and strong
but would need some sucking to reach a turgid state.  He pulled his cock
out of the fly of his jeans.  It just lay there in his crotch.  His hand
now went in search of the white woman's hand.

   Molly was exhausted.  She was laying back against the seat and letting
them suck on her tits.  She was starting to sweat and could feel her short
dark hair start to stick to her forehead and temples.  One of them grabbed
her hand and forced it into his crotch.  His dick was out of his pants and
she couldn't help but feel the snake and all the hair that grew around it.

   Jamal rubbed her hand around his cock.  Once there Jamal's hand went to
her waist and now he was working to open her jeans.  Molly knew that if
they got her naked and on her back that she would have a hard time not
joining in the fun.  She'd been an easy fuck since high school.  Her
husband even agreed with that.  She tried to get Jamal's hand away from her
zipper but didn't have the strength.  He pushed her hand back into his
crotch and Molly gave up.

   Party Time

   Jon leaned back and took a look at Molly's chest.  The tit he was
working on was covered with two or three dark hickies.  These babies would
be around for a week or so.  His dick was fully hard thinking of her old
man looking at them and imagining all the fun they had marking her up.  He
noticed Jamal was working on her jeans.  Jon leaned back, opened his jeans
and pushed them down past his knees.  He wasn't wearing underwear and his
cock stood up straight in a forest of tight, black, curly pubic hair.  He
kicked off his sneakers.  His jeans followed his sneakers and now he was
naked below the waist, except for his socks.

   He took a hit off the forty and looked around for the joint.  "Where's
the joint, Jamal ?" Jamal's face came off the white woman's chest and he
started laughing.  Molly was looking right at his hardon.  Jon figured she
was resigned to her fate or maybe she was starting to get hot for it.  He
was always surprised how much white girls loved black cock.  Jamal was down
on his knees searching the floor for the joint.  The white woman was just
sitting there, bare tits hanging down on her chest.  Her nipples were still
hard.

   Jon slid off the seat to his knees on the floor.  Jamal was lighting a
new joint.  Jon went for the white woman's pants and she even lifted her
butt as he pulled them down over her hips.  She was wearing just a white
pair of panties and once her jeans were down below her crotch he could see
the dark triangle of her womanhood.  His cock bobbed up and down in his
crotch.  Jamal was sitting back on the seat.  Jon could see that his pants
were open and his cock was dangling around.

   Molly watched as Jon dragged her jeans down to her ankles and then
started pulling on her cowboy boots.  The boots were hard to pull off and
Jamal was laughing as he sucked on the marijuana cigarette.  Jon held out
his hand and Jamal handed him the joint.  Jamal's hand then went to Molly's
belly and started working itself into her white panties.  Between drags,
Jon managed to get her other boot off and pull her jeans off her legs.

   Jamal's hand was roaming around Molly's crotch inside her under panties.
Her hair felt wet.  His fingers were searching for her vagina.  Jon grabbed
the crotch of her panties with two or three fingers and now her panties
joined her blouse, bra, boots and jeans.  She was naked except for a pair
of white socks.

   Jamal grabbed her left thigh and pulled her knees apart.  He worked her
leg over his lap and now she was spread.  Jon was staring at her crotch. 
It was covered by a large triangle of dark pubic hair that was cut
short...Maybe a quarter inch or so.  Her cunt lips, thick and fat, were
very visible between her spread legs.

   "Oh !  This looks good, Jamal !" Molly could tell he was excited.  His
hands went to the inside of her thighs and spread her further.  Jamal was
mauling her breasts with his hands, pulling and pinching her nipples. 
Jon's hands were just inches from her vagina and Molly could tell that she
was starting to get wet.  She knew he was going to lick her pussy and the
thought turned her on.

   Jamal grabbed the forty from the floor and took a long swallow.  He
pulled the white woman's head back by her hair and poured a long stream of
malt liquor on to her mouth and chin.  Rivers of the liquor dribbled down
the woman's neck and down over her pendulous breasts.  But she swallowed a
lot of it and even more when Jamal put the bottle to her lips.

   Jon was massaging the white woman's labia with his thumbs.  He could
tell she was wet and could hardly wait to spread her cunt apart and lick
her pink meat.  His cock was still hard in his groin.  He flexed it a
couple of times and it jumped in his crotch.  His thumbs had pried her cunt
lips apart.  He bent forward and then licked the woman's cunt from bottom
to top, right up over her clitoris.  Molly clenched her ass.

   "Oooohhh !  Fuck !" Both of the men were surprised at her choice of
words.  Jon's head was between her thighs and she could feel him sucking on
her right thigh right up near her cunt.  His finger was in her and slowly
pumping in and out of her cunt.  Jamal was pushing his jeans down past his
knees.  His shoes were tossed over by the white woman's clothes and how he
was tossing his jeans over in the same direction.  He was naked but for a
wife beater "T" shirt and a pair of white socks.

   Jon finished a real dark hickie right by her snatch.  He spread her
labia, started licking her clitoris and then tongue fucked her for a moment
or so.  Jamal was naked now and Jon knew he wouldn't wait long to drill his
cock into the white woman.  He was pulling her head down into his crotch.
His other hand pushing his cock into her lips and chin.  Her mouth opened
and Jamal pushed about three inches of dick into Molly's mouth.  She made a
sound.  Jamal pushed more cock into her mouth.

   Jon was licking her clitoris like a dog licks his dick.  It was hard
like a little penis.  Probably like her husband's.  He had two fingers
fucking in and out of her while he teased her clit.  Her ass was starting
to move around the seat.  She was going to fuck them both dry.  He could
tell.  Jamal was moving the woman's mouth on and off his cock by the hair.
Jon wanted to fuck her first.

   He scrambled up on to the seat and rolled her on to her side.  Her mouth
was full of Jamal and he was starting to fuck her face.  Jon lowered his
dick in between the cheeks of her ass and pushed forward.  His cock slid up
past her asshole and peaked out from between her butt cheeks.  Jon lowered
his cock again and pushed into her soft vagina.  She was slippery and Jon
kept pushing until his belly was up against her ass cheeks.

   Jamal was hard as rock.  The woman was sucking him like a pro.  His
brother had mounted the bitch and was fucking her.  "Give her that meat,
Jon !" Jamal's hands were guiding the bitch's mouth up and down his cock.
He could easily fill her mouth with cream.  The thought turned him on and
he doubled his efforts, fucking the white woman's mouth on and off his
cock.

   The first blast opened Molly's eyes.  It was like she hacked up a huge
loogie.  Another blast filled her mouth and she swallowed.  It came right
back up and she spit everything she had into Jamal's lap.  He pulled her
mouth back on to his cock and blasted another shot off into her tonsils. 
Jon was fucking her like a mad man.

   "Clean it up, bitch !" Jamal had her by the hair and her neck hurt.  She
started to cum feeling Jon's pole fucking in and out of her.  He was there
and she could feel the spurts of cum flushing her insides.  They were
making a squishing sound.  Jamal was getting up off the seat and moving
toward the van door.  He was out of the van and calling to Jon.

   "Time to dance, bitch." Jon was pulling her off the seat and out of the
van.  Jamal was laying down on the forest floor.  His cock was laying down
on his stomach.  He held it vertical and waved it around.  Jon guided her
over Jamal and forced her onto Jamal's crotch.  The two of them must have
done this before because Molly felt herself slide right down Jamal's cock.
She was full of cock.  The smack on her ass surprised her.

   "Move it, cunt." Jon was getting ready to slap her ass again.  Molly
started moving her ass.  Jamal's cock was already getting harder.  She
started pumping her hips, pushing and pulling Jamal's cock in and out of
her cunt.  Another slap on the ass and she was doubling her effort.  Jamal
was like a large baseball bat fucking in and out of her.  She was starting
to sweat.  He was starting to fuck back a little.  His hands were on her
hips and ass, urging her along.

   "That's it...Ride it, bitch !" The sweat was dribbling down her rib
cage. Her tits were bouncing around, sweat leaking out from beneath them.
She noticed Jon by her side.  He was standing and his cock was right at eye
level.  Even before his hands came for her head she started moving and
easily gobbled up half of his flaccid cock.

   In moments one of them was fucking her cunt and the other was fucking
her mouth.  The cock she was riding was poking her cervix like a battering
ram.  The one in her mouth slick and hard, ready to unload.  Her tits were
bouncing up and down as she fucked herself on and off the largest cock
she'd ever had.  She could feel it shiver and unload in her womb, rivers of
semen running out of her cunt.  The cock in her mouth shot off and she
drained that snake until it rested on the owner's testicles.

   Molly rolled off Jamal and slowly got to her feet.  The brothers were
sated and lying on the grass.  She moved to the cooler and got a couple of
forties.  The hickies on her ass were quite visible, large, dark marks on
both cheeks.  When she returned with the forties, her breasts swung back
and forth.  Both of them sporting large, dark hickies.  It looked like she
had several areolae and nipples.....

   .....She was getting out of the shower when her husband entered the
bathroom.  The hickies were three days old but still very dark.

   "How'd the payroll work out ?" He was staring at her tits.  She was
drying them.  Her nipples partially erect, knobby and throbbing.  He was
starting to open his pants.  He was going to fuck her.

   "They fucked me all night.  I couldn't fight them off.  God !  Jamal's
dick was a foot long....."
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