Black Mambas

"C'mere, Allie, I want you to meet Jabo and Big Kelvin," Moses said, patting the couch next to him.

"Umm, hi," Allie said, warily eyeing the dangerous looking thug and his assistant, whose appearance belied the 'Big' label. "Moses said you might be in the business of giving me a low interest long-term loan."

"This bitch is all business, ain't she?" Kelvin said abrasively. "C'mere, bitch, share some Henny with us first."

***

The Henny did its trick. It gradually wore down Allie's preconceived barriers, to the point she was sloppy and needy. While Teddy was adequate in bed, he didn't have the type of package that the barely-taller-than-a-midget Big Kelvin was clearly sporting. She had an inkling why they called him big.

While they drank and the sexual tension marinated, they also came to a deal. Higher interest than Allie would have liked. Lesser years. And undoubtedly money that was being laundered. But sometimes she'd have to go in blind to have plausible deniability, wouldn't she?

Eventually, the tension melted into a mixture of curiosity and lust, as the gorgeous brunette fumbled with Kelvin's slacks. Her jaw went slack seeking the big cock buried betwixt the wee man's thighs, and she sloppily started to suck it. She could tell he was impatient at her inexperience with big cock, but he wasn't pressuring her. But just when she felt comfortable with sucking that big cock, she felt ... it.

A long, fat weapon of a cock. Jesus, it had to be over ten inches. And she looked over her shoulder, seeing the muscular, taciturn Jabo mounting her like the bitch she was. His cockhead pushed between her dewy folds, finding purchase in her wet slit, sinking deeper, deeper, far deeper than Teddy had ever been. She came then, a mixture of lust and shame and taboo thrill spreading through her body. She realized then, that the terms would come with this ... as much as they wanted it. And she didn't even mind.