Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Nine

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Staci stayed there on her knees, leaning back till her head was on the table, her belly up, undulating rhythmically, her breasts shimmering to the music. She began to pulse her wetness open and closed in time to the beat. Small pulses of wetness began to flow from her opening in rhythmic waves.

Staci was almost in sub-space as she worked her delicate body, endeavoring to entice the men. The men were so engrossed in watching her small white pussy open and close, like a teenager chewing gum, that they scarcely noticed the arrival of the new girl.

As they watched, in their minds every man there could feel his own hard naked cock being massaged by Staci’s perfect little pussy. The primitive animal instincts within the males began to surface as they watched a fertile and available female express her sexual need. Her body’s animalistic drive to receive their potent, viable sperm was indisputable. Her primitive dance of sexual need was undeniable.

The sound of an amplified voice resounded through the room. “Are you ready!!?? . . . . Are all you men ready to bid for that little pussy you are watching so intently?” There was a soft chuckle as Wendell watched the men lick their lips in anticipation of having his little woman. “Well, my friends, I know for sure she is ready for you! Just look at that body! Just look at those breasts!”

Staci shimmied her breasts as she stood up, then slowly turned around so everyone could see her naked perfection.

“Is everyone ready to start the bidding?” Shouts of “Oh yeah!” and “Get it done!” seemed to punctuate the general murmuring of assent. The roiling crowd all seemed to be pushing to get closer to the pool table where the small white woman was standing.

Staci looked down at faces that stared at her body with unbridled lust. Her sense of being desirable, of being attractive to men again filled her with a renewed self pride. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘They want me, they ALL want ME. I am a desirable woman. I am sexy!’ She smiled. Her relief at rediscovering her sense of self-worth caused tears to briefly cloud her vision. The rejection she felt for over a year every time her husband chose his porn over her love had hurt so deeply. But she realized now that it was not her. These men wanted her. They ALL wanted her. It had not been her, it was her husband that had been at fault. Her injured heart of hearts thrilled at that awareness.

A voice that Staci did not recognize began to talk through the loudspeaker. “Ya’ll know what this money is goin to right? Ya’ll know that we be helping our friend here. . . . . Ya’ll know that a year ago our brutha los his wife after a long fight with cancer. And for sure ya’ll know how much it costs to get medical done these days.” A loud surge of supporting comments rumbled through the crowd. “Ya’ll be generous now! Our brotha brought us a gorgeous woman that wants to help him get outa debt too. She be willin to let us have her favors if we hep pay for Wendell’s med bills. Ya’ll here to help our brotha now? Huh? Tell me brothas, tell me now, ya’ll here to help our brutha out now?”

The crowd was yelling their support for Wendell and the solution to his financial dilemma.

“All right then! The first auction here for our . . . .. . tell me now Wendell my brutha, tell me what we be calling this little lady tonight now, . . . . .I don’t want to be calling her anything that she don’t want to hear, now.”

Staci thrilled as she heard Wendell yell out “That lil woman is ma whore now. She wants ta help me by being my bought and sold whore!”

“Alright then,” the stranger’s voice continued, “This here beautiful little white whore wants to give a blow job to the first man that can afford her lil mouth. Now I am starting this bidding by bidding two thousand dolla! Cause let me tell ya, that purdy little mouth looks like it can swallow all I got! And ya’ll know what I got now don’t ya?” The crowd exploded in laughter. A series of resulting snide cat-calls brought even more laughter from the men.

“All right then, go ahead and laugh jus cause I’m not hung like our brutha Wendell here.” The laughter and cat calls rose to a thunderous cacophony.

“Now jus be kind to me ma friends! Any one want to up my little starter bid here? Look at that sweet mouth there!” He pointed at Staci’s blushing face. As the men stared at her mouth, the man walked over to the pool table she was standing on and in a smooth cat-like move, jumped onto the table top. He walked to Staci and put his arm around her. “Kiss me lil darlin. Let me kiss those sweet lips so’as I can tell the brutha’s here how sweet your lips are!” He leaned down, pursing his lips. Staci knew this was her queue. This was the next step as she became the whore she fantasized about being. She wanted to experience the desire of man after man, to feel each one’s need to intimately have her body.

Yes, this was how she had promised to help her friend to pay his debts. It was time. It was her time. . . . . To feel the culmination of her fantasies. Before she died. Before she was too sick to enjoy them.

Staci threw her arms around the man’s neck, then raised her hips to his, wrapping her legs around his hips. There was no noise in the room as she kissed the tall man with the softest and most tender kiss she could conjure, her hips and pelvis softly humping his growing bulge. The stranger made no move to withdraw from her obvious suggestion. She felt his crotch continue to harden. He kissed her even more deeply. She felt her own libido rising even higher. The crowd began to get plaintively restless, as though their crotches were beginning to chafe. Still they kissed. Jeers began to sound, impugning the stranger’s intentions as his tongue caressed hers. Staci finally ran out of air and had to relinquish the joy of this man’s delicate attentions.

Someone in the crowd yelled “My god man! How was it? We even need ta ask?”

The man just stood there, rather dazed. Finally he raised the mic to his mouth and said in a low sexy voice. “Three grand.” The crowd went berserk. Staci glanced furtively at the man’s crotch. There was the undisputable evidence of her effect on him, his loins were very obvious.

“Any other bids before I gets ta have this incredibly sweet mouth on ma black dick?”

There was a brief pause then someone yelled “Thirty one hundred!” Staci could feel her body responding to the distinct implication that her mouth was a highly prized object. The very idea that they were bidding these huge dollar amounts just to spew their cums into her mouth caused her honey pot to ripen.

“Now ya’ll know that this sweet little woman does swallow, right?” The crowd groaned.

“Thirty two hundred!” Staci could not believe they were bidding these amounts for one blow job from her. That was more than she earned in three months at her old job. She could not help but fantasize about suckling a nice black cock as it got hard and began to pulse as she caressed it. Her wetness began to collect within her.

The tall stranger again raised the mic to this mouth. “Thirty five hundred guys, les stop beatin round the bush. This purdy young lady got no bush to beat around, did ya’ll notice? She be as bare as a baby’s bottom. Turn around sweetheart, let these men see that fine little kitty a yours!” Staci raised one hand gracefully above her head, and with the other reached down and inserted a finger between her little lips. She could feel her own rampant wetness. As she turned slowly, she gently rubbed it up and down as their eyes were glued on her slow motion masturbation. As she finished her sensuous turn, she brought her finger to her mouth, inserted it, then suckled it deep into her mouth, moving it in and out between her pursed lips as if it were a penis.

Following a deep collective groan, “Four thousand!” rang out.

“Forty one hundred!” Staci suckled her finger in and out as she smiled at an imaginary face above her.

“Forty Five!”

“Five!” The man with the mic again had control of her future actions. Staci looked at him again, and smiled, thinking ‘I am going to enjoy this, he is cute!’

Staci heard several men moan “Oooooooh Shit!”

‘All that money for a blow job!’ From HER! Staci could not believe it. Then she smiled, ‘For Wendell!’ she thought. Then her mind turned to her beloved husband. ‘Bobbi, please baby, where are you? I need to know you’re OK and I need you here baby. Please show up’ Tears filled her eyes.

Reluctantly she forced herself to trust his love.

“Any more bids? I want this bruthas! I want this BAD now, ya’ll hear me now?” The tall strangers grinned his most infectious grin at the assembled crowd, his eyes searching from one face to the next, daring them to out bid him.

There was a long silence. Staci moved to kneel before him. His bulge was still growing as she watched it at face level. She licked her lips as she stared in awe at the crotch of her first paid trick. This was really going to happen, and he wanted her! He clearly wanted her! With her body flooding wetness, she reached up to open his fly. Under the fabric was a steel rod, waiting to be loosed for her pleasuring.

“Ten Grand!” There was not a sound as all heads turned to look at the new bidder.

“Awwwwwwwwwwww Shit, now, King, now what you wantin to go do dat for?”

The King walked through the crowd then gracefully hopped up onto the pool table. Reaching over, he took the microphone. He stood there a minute, obviously the natural leader of these assembled men. Staci remembered that Wendell had told her that a man named ‘The King’ had a penis larger than he did. Staci’s face went white as she continued to kneel before the man that had kissed her, her white little hands still on his fly.

As the whole room watched, The King began to speak. “Now you all know that our brutha here needs two hundred thirty thousand dollars, right?”

The crowd nodded.

“How many men we got her tonight? Wendell do you know?”

The bouncer at the door yelled “Thirty seven countin’ you King!”

“Thirty seven men. . . . . . Thirty Seven BLACK men that know how to work, how to be good friends, how to help a friend that is down and in need. . . . . .. . Am I right? . . . . . .Am I right about that now?”

Again the men nodded.

“All right then, I was doin’ the math on the way over here. I was doin’ it in my head, so Cal, you’re an accountant, you tell me if I got it wrong now. But it seems to me that so far we have done mighty good. Lets see, we have raised thirty seven thousand dollars already with you all buying your way in here tonight, right?”

Cal nodded.

OK then, I just bid ten grand for the first auction, right? Where does that put us Cal?”

Cal thought for a scant few seconds, then “One hundred ninety three thousand, King.”

“All right then! Good job so far! Now here is where we prove we are real men, . . . . .. and good friends! . . . . . That leaves about fifty two hundred dollars if each of us could pay our share of what is left. Now I know that is a lot, and not many of us have it in our pocket tonight. Am I right about that my friends?”

There was general nodding and consent among the men, and a few disgruntled gestures.

But now what if we were to be able to come with up that money over time? Like, lets say three years? Cal, what does that give us if we were to say, take out a loan and pay it off. How would our payment be if we borrowed fifty two hundred dollars, and paid it back over three years? Less say I can find a loan for you all that charges no interest!”

Cal, always the accountant, pulled a small calculator out of his shirt picket. He punched the keys for a few minutes then finally said “A hundred fifty bucks a month.”

“What you think my friends, is that becoming a little easier to swallow? Just a hundred and fifty bucks a month for only three years.” A few men nodded. “But hey now! What if we could all even make a better deal than that?”

“What choo mean by dat King?”

“I mean what if we could get his bills down lower than the . . . .. what was it again Cal? Two hundred thirty thousand?” Cal nodded his head.

What if we was able to get that down to say a hundred a month for each of you fellas to pay? Could we all do that for our friend? Remember now, Wendell has been to most of our houses and helped us with things. Picked us up when our cars were broke. Just think about how long you known Wendell, and tell me there is a man here that he has not helped out when we really needed it. Raise your hand if Wendell has never helped you out sometime.”

Not one hand went up.

“A’right then! We ALL been helped by Wendell. Now how can we not help him when he needs us?” The King looked from face to face. No one shrunk from his gaze. “All right then, here it is. You all know my wife got lucky with the lottery a few months back. I feel like the good lord done helped us so we could help Wendell out. SO . . . . here is what I think we otta do. Y all with me?”

The men all leaned forward to listen.

“I think if a BJ with this fine woman is worth ten grand, then using her behind is worth at least thirty grand, don’t you?”

“Aint’ no one her cept you cain afford dat King!”

“Exactly my point my friend! Exactly my point!”

Everyone looked at each other with confusion.

OK, I’ve hawged this mic long enough, so here it is. I am going to pay thirty thousand of Wendell’s bills for getting to use his fine little woman’s ass! Then, . . . .. . I am going to pay fifty thousand of Wendell’s bills to cum in her fine little white pussy. And I am going to pay that before your shares come out. AND! . . . . ” The men again leaned in to listen. “AND! The hospital agreed to write down eighty four thousand some dollars off his bill today.” The Kings lips parted in a huge smile as he beamed at Wendell. A gold tooth sparkled in the spot light.

The men buzzed between themselves about that welcome news.

“Now I know all you men came here tonight thinking you were going to get a piece of fine white ass tonight, right? Maybe even end up being the daddy of her child?”

There was a combined chuckle as the crowd tacitly admitted their lust to each other.

“Now let me ask you sumptin, little lady. You still willing to service all these fine men tonight?”

Staci, totally in awe of what was happening , nodded mutely.

“Well alright then! Here is the deal guys! I am goin to pay all of Wendell’s bill that remains to the hospital. IF! And listen me now my friends . . . . .IF! Each of y’all will each pay me twenty five dollars a month for three years to take care of YOUR half of Wendell’s bill. I pay half, y’all pay half. Do we have an agreement here? Now wait, before you answer me, let me tell you now, I think we can talk this fine little woman here to allow us all to enjoy her periodically until she is definitely with child. Am I right there little missy? Would you let these fine men enjoy your favors a couple times a month if they paid Wendell’s bills off? At least until you are carrying our baby inside that sexy little belly of yours?”

Staci looked at Wendell and could see his tear filled eyes. She raised her eyebrows in question at him. His eyes were socketed on hers. He nodded his head slightly.

Staci turned to The King and took the microphone. In a voice half filled with her own tears, she said “If you guys will do that for Wendell, you can all fuck me till I can’t walk . . . . Starting tonight, and lasting until it would be dangerous for our baby. Deal?”

The place erupted in excitement. The new girl stood there motionless, dumbfounded, her pretty mouth open in utter disbelief.