Becoming Badder (Reluctant, Interracial Gangbang Sex) E-Book

Jenna Powers

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Christine continues her operations, slowly making herself the best drug cook in the business. Unfortunately, her husband's brother works for the DEA and he's hot on her trail. She devises a plan to use his wife, Amanda to get him off her trail but the three black men she sends has more devious plans. Amanda ends up being surrounded by big black men, ready to make her surrender to them in pleasure.

Warning! This 15,875 word explicit story contains black MMM / Caucasian F, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, triple penetration, creampies, and anal creampies! Amanda ends up in quite the situation as Christine continues her trend to becoming... badder.

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Becoming Badder

By Jenna Powers

Christine slowly walked out of the abandoned cabin, slowly taking off her mask to get a breath of fresh air.  The whole area seemed to stink still, the smell of meth filling the forest.  The abandoned cabin had been the perfect place for her to set up her meth lab.  The only other soul who knew about the location was her former student and semi-partner, Maurice.

Christine stared at her watch and sighed.  Maurice was supposed to arrive an hour ago, but he hadn’t called or texted about his whereabouts.  Her deal to distribute through Fat Joe was working out fairly well and sales were going through the roof.  Joe and his crew had tried to get in her pants again but Christine was sterner the second time around, not allowing them to even get her to take off her top.

Her phone vibrated and Christine looked down to see that it was Maurice.

“Maurice?”

“Hey Mrs. B.  Like, yo, uh, I got like stuck.  I’m like a couple miles away now,” Maurice answered.

“You were supposed to be here an hour ago,” Christine replied, a sharp edge to her voice.

“Like, work got late.  I’m sorry yo, but I got to pay my bills too.”

Christine shook her head.  She knew that this was Maurice’s way of subtlety trying to get more money out of their deal together.  There was no way she was going to raise his percentage payout higher than the fifteen percent he was already receiving.

“Look, did you get the materials I asked for?”  Christine asked.

“Yeah, so like, about that, I couldn’t buy any more of like that allergy medicine shit.  Like there’s a limit or some shit,” Maurice answered.

Christine stomped her foot on the ground in frustration.  “You couldn’t get a friend or a fake ID or anything?  You let a pharmacist stop you?”

“Most people down in dat hood like, already know who I is Mrs. B.  Fake ID won’t work shit around there.”

“What about neighboring areas?  Drive to a different county.”

“Like, dat’s a lot of work yo.  I ain’t got the time to drive around and shit yo.  I don’t want to get fired from my day job,” Maurice answered.

Christine shook her head.  Maurice’s day job was flipping burgers at one of the fast food restaurants.  Half the time he either burnt or didn’t cook the meat all the way through.  She was amazed that he still had a job there, let alone was breathing on his own.  She wanted to throw her phone into a nearby tree but took a deep breath, calming herself.

“Look, if you don’t get all the materials, the reality of the situation is, we lose money.  Joe isn’t going to like the fact that we aren’t meeting the quota.  We don’t meet the quota, I don’t get the money I need, which means YOU don’t get the money you need,” Christine explained slowly.

“Uh, like, let me reach out to Weasel and some others to see if they can buy that shit,” Maurice replied.

“Don’t tell them why you’re having them buy it though.  This business we have going is strictly between me and you,” Christine replied.

“Alright Mrs. B.  I got this.  I’ll call you back in like a couple minutes after I get my niggas to go out and buy some shit.”

Christine hung up and sighed.  Fat Joe wanted a large order and he wanted it soon.  If Maurice didn’t complete the task, she was going to be in quite a bit of a bind with Joe.  Her crotch grew slightly warm at the thought of having sex with Joe and his crew again, but she had to fight the urge.  Her husband was her first priority.

Her phone vibrated again and she looked at the display to see it was her husband, Walt.

“Hey honey,” Christine answered.

“Hey, how is work going?  It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.  They’re really working you over at the school,” Walt replied.

“Yeah, it’s just for a couple more months.  You know how it is, with finals and these stupid standardized tests coming up.  No kid left behind and all.”

“Well, you know, my brother is coming over today with his family.  I know it’s kind of the blue, but you should come home a little earlier tonight,” Walt informed.

Christine’s jaw dropped in shock.  She hadn’t planned on coming home early, but she knew that family was important to Walt.  If she didn’t show, she knew that he’d be extremely disappointed.

“Oh, okay honey.  I’ll try to get out a little earlier tonight,” Christine replied.

“That’s great!  Thanks Christine.  I love you,” Walt said.

“I love you too,” Christine answered.

The two hung up and Christine nearly slammed her phone into the ground.  She needed as much time as possible to get her meth cooked.  It required precise timing and with these distractions, she was not going to make it.  She gulped and pulled up Joe’s number.  After a deep breath she dialed, her heart pounding with each ring.

“Yo.”

“Hi, Joe?”

“Yeah, who dis?”

“Rousseau.  We have a problem,” Christine said.

"Yeah?"

"I won't be able to hit the volume you requested."

"Oh, that don't sound a problem."

Christine sighed in relief.

"For me."  Joe completed his sentence.

Christine gulped and tried to speak but no words managed to edge their way out.

"To me, that sounds like you got a problem, not WE got a problem.  You feel me?"

"No, we have a problem because that means you won't have as much to sell."

"Nah, that ain't how it works around here.  You make the shit, I sell it.  You ain't able to make it... well then, I sell something else.  You gave me exclusivity so you ain't selling elsewhere and I can keep yo shit out, leave you with nothing," Joe explained.

"Now wait, hold on, you're telling me that you're going to put your hottest product on the shelf?"

"Look bitch, you don't give me my product, yank my dick around and think I'm gonna be all right with you being late?  Fuck that, I'm a nigga but I ain't no dumb nigga," Joe replied angrily.

"It's a family thing and... my cooking partner is an idiot.  How about I give you what I can, then double up for the next run?  I swear I'm no trying to screw you over," Christine offered.

There was a silence on the phone as Joe mulled it over.

"Why don't you get a new partner?  It ain't that nigga Maurice is it?"

"He's the best I can get right now.  So please, can we just get this deal once?"  Christine pleaded.

"Fuck.  Can't believe that dumb ass nigga be your partner.  I'll go with the deal but you better give me some of that fine ass of yours too."

Christine sighed and stared up at the sky.  Her crotch lit up at the thought but she still didn't think it was right.  After a few short minutes, Christine nodded without noticing she was.

"Fine.  It's a deal.”

Joe hung up and Christine stood in silence, a slight chilling breeze makings its way through the forest.  Christine turned and walked back into the cabin, putting her mask back on.  She would give Maurice a mouthful when he arrived.

***

Christine smacked Maurice on the back of the head, and then took off her mask, breathing in the fresh air.  It had been a couple of hours since he first called and he hadn’t even called to update her.

“Whoa, Mrs. B, like, what was dat for?”  Maurice complained.

“Where were you?  You didn’t even call back!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about dat Mrs. B.  Like, Weasel and the others were like, giving me shit.  I finally got it all though.  Here,” Maurice replied as he showed her a large plastic bag, full of materials.

“I’ve got a family dinner I have to go to in an hour.  Put these in the cabin, lock up and do the usual task you do,” Christine barked.

Maurice nodded, slowly rubbing the back of his head.  Christine had given him just one task in the cabin.  He was to hit the large sheet of meth until it broke into several pieces.  It was the only task she could trust him to do.

Christine sighed, and then slowly unzipped her white lab suit.  The cold air rushed in, making her nipples perk up and press upward against the suit.  Once the zipper reached the top of her bush, she paused and looked at Maurice, who was lewdly staring at her.

“Hello?  Maurice?  Get in there and do your job,” Christine ordered.

“Damn Mrs. B.  You be fine.  Why don’t you like, you know, do porn or something to make money, yo?  Like dat would be less dangerous and shit,” Maurice replied as he walked towards the cabin.

“Because I’m married, you idiot!”  Christine exclaimed.

She waited until Maurice was inside before she pulled the suit off her shoulders and slid them down her waist.  She had to be naked in the suit to prevent the smell of the lab sticking to her clothes.  She usually had a chance to shower but with Maurice around, she needed to just get dressed and leave.  Her clothes were in a well packed back under the steps to the cabin.

Christine reached down, grabbed the bag and unzipped it.  She pulled out her yellow thong, her jeans, bra and her blouse.  She quickly got dressed and ran her hand through her hair.  She could smell the meth lab in her hair.

“Shit...”  She cursed under her breath.

Christine hurriedly made her way to her car and drove off, not even taking one last glance on Maurice.  If he messed up the breaking of the drugs, then there really was no point in keeping him as a partner.  Though, if he were smart enough, he’d be able to hang this over her head and threaten to tell her husband.

The drive back home was shorter than she had expected.  For some reason or another, traffic seemed much lighter t [...]