Keylee's Descent

I don't know why, but I felt myself swell with pride at their words. I set myself a goal to be the number one best pussy Bull ever had. Bull or any other man I came across.

"Shit, Bull, Keylee could make you a pile of loot just by herself," Al said. They looked up as I came in the kitchen. I wanted to hear more, but the need for caffeine dictated I present myself.

"Morning, boys," I said. "Is that coffee anywhere near fresh?"

"Yeah, it's not too old. Get a cup and I'll make some more," Bull said.

"Son of a bitch," Al said looking down. "I thought I was all fucked out and be damned if I ain't getting a hard-on. I always did like the smell of a woman just out of the shower."

"Well, buster, you can get a soft-on or take care of it yourself," I said taking a bar stool between them. "I'm still a little bit sore from what you guys did to me last night."

"Just as well," Al said with a laugh. "I got to go see what my bitches...excuse me, I mean my staff brought in last night. I'm a trusting fellow, but I know better than to let any of them hold my money for too long. Good luck with Molly, Bull. I think you're goina like her. She ain't no Keylee, but she still prime pussy. I guess the cops, Calvin and Mason, will be around to meet you pretty soon." He bent down and kissed me. "You were as great as I thought you would be, Keylee. Even better. I'll see you guys later."

"So," Bull said after Al left. "How you doin'? I mean after last night. Any regrets?"

"One," I said running my hand across his bald head. "I wish I had done that a long time ago. Sex with two guys was...I don't know how to describe it. Wonderful. Magnificent. Any of those adjectives, or all of them. What? Where you worried that I might be suicidal?"

"No, not suicidal, but maybe remorseful or something. I'm real glad you're okay, Keylee."

"I'm fine...better than fine. I feel great. What time is your meeting with what's-her-name?"

"Our meeting is for one o'clock. Hey, you wanted to be a partner, so you can interview Molly, too." ***

"Hello, Molly," Bull said to the woman. Molly Grant was a very attractive woman. "I'm Bull Jones and this is my partner Keylee. You know why you're here?"

"An interview," she answered. Molly was obviously nervous and ill at ease.

"Yes, an interview for a call girl. Are you a police officer and do you have any affiliation with any law enforcement agency? Sorry, but I need to get that out of the way."

"No, I'm not any of those things," she answered biting her lower lip.

"Tell us about Molly Grant," Bull said.

"Not all that much to tell. I'm thirty-four, I'm married. I'm sorry, what exactly do you want to know about me?"

"Why do you want to be a call girl?" Bull asked gently. "Is it money?"

"No, not money. I guess if the truth was known I'm bored out of my mind. I'm tired of the same old thing day in and day out. I want some adventure in my life."

"So you decided against skydiving or mountain climbing and wanted to become a prostitute?" I said. "Why is that, Molly?"

"I like sex so I thought I'd go with my strength. I didn't realize that getting on as a whore was so involved."

"It's not," Bull answered her with a chuckle. "Anybody can be a prostitute, Molly. Find a street corner and have at it. We're a little different then most service companies. We're very selective and we only want the best. Our clients pay a lot of money and they expect a lot more than a quick wham-bam, thank you ma'am."

"Molly, we're a start-up company," I explained. "Just getting off the ground. Is your husband aware of your...quest for adventure?"

"No, Roy is fat, dumb and happy to be working his usual sixty or seventy hour week. He's not even aware that I have needs and probably could care less. He's not a problem and I come and go as I see fit."

"Okay, that's your business," Bull said. "As long as it doesn't get in the way of our business. What we do is provide affluent black men with attractive white women. You obviously don't have any problem making it with a black man. A straight date is an hour and it cost them five hundred bucks. You get half and we get half. If the client wants anything other than a straight date the price goes up. Clear so far?"

"What does a straight date mean?" Molly asked.

"Sucking and fucking," Bull answered bluntly. "You control how that goes. How about anal sex? You up for that?" She nodded. "You give head?" she nodded again. Threesomes and group sex?"

"I guess," she stammered. "I have never done anything like that before. I'm willing to try almost anything, but I don't like pain."

"Yeah, I'm not into that either," I said.

"How about women? Ever had sex with a woman?" Bull asked. She started shaking her head then stopped.

"Only when I was in college. My roommate and I fooled around a couple of times."

"Did you like it?" Bull inquired.

"It was okay, but it couldn't ever take the place of regular sex." She smiled a bit. "I like men and what they can do for me."

"I see," Bull said smiling back at her. "But if you found yourself in a female-female threesome with a man, you would go along with it?"

"Sure," Molly answered without hesitation. Her response got me to thinking about my only girl-girl situation. My high school senior class went on at trip to Washington. I roomed with a girl by the mane of Tina. We managed to score some weed and we smoked it and got high. I passed out and woke up with Tina's face between my legs. She was slurping on my pussy to beat the band. I don't know what would have happened if somebody hadn't set off the fire alarm and we all had to get out of the hotel. I never told a soul, even Sam. I have thought about that episode many times over the years.

"Some men want a show before they get to the main event," Bull continued. "Do you have any problem with that?"

"I don't know," Molly said. "What does that mean?"

"If your client asked you to do a slow striptease for him, would you do it? She nodded quickly. "If he asked you to play with yourself could you do that? Maybe used a dildo?"

"I never have. I mean with someone watching, but I could with no problem," Molly said. She seemed less nervous now.

"Good, Molly," Bull said. "Stand up and do a striptease for us." Molly hesitated, glanced at me and stood. I put some upbeat music on for her. She was wearing a sheer blouse and designer jeans. Getting the tight jeans off was a little problem, but she managed. Molly took her bra off in a slow teasing, tantalizing way. Her breasts weren't as large as mine, but she had a good rack by any standard. Her areoles were large, maybe the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples were large and even from where I sat, apparently hard. Molly shimmied out of her panties and tossed them toward Bull.

Completely naked she moved to the beat of the music with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her pretty face. Molly Grant had a great figure for an older woman and she seemed to be comfortable being naked with two strangers watching her. Her pubes were completely bare. Molly Grant was a lot of woman, a fact not lost on Bull. I think we all were well aware that he was going to fuck her. And he did.

It became readily apparent that Molly knew her way around a man's cock. When Bull offered her his stiff ebony cock to suck she went to it like a baby to a breast. I had two major feelings as I watched them. One, I felt a keen sense of jealousy, and two, I felt like a third wheel. I got up and started to leave them, figuring my part of the interview was over.

"Take your clothes off and come over here, Keylee," Bull said. "I want to play with your tits while Molly sucks me off." The second of the two emotions I felt dissipated and I hurriedly striped and joined them. A few minutes later Bull erupted him Molly's mouth while he tugged on my nipples, his tongue in my mouth. I came when he did.

Molly was a vocal lover. When Bull put his wonderful cock in her she squealed like a banshee and continued to yell, cruse, and moan through several orgasms. I was relegated to voyeur status for most of the time. It wasn't until Bull got Molly on her knees that he told me to get in the fray.

"Lay down where Molly can eat your cunt, Keylee," he instructed, not even slowing down as he thrust in and out of her. I wasn't sure about that at all. Molly wasn't either, but she did eat me when Bull shoved her head down on my pussy.

I'm not going to lie about it. I liked it a lot, but I'm like Molly. A woman's tongue will never replace a man's hard cock. Never in a million years. After Bull filled her pussy with his cum he told me to eat her. I hesitated until he put me in position and rammed his cock in me. Molly scooted around and pulled my head down to her cum soaked pussy. I told myself I had no choice. I was nibbled around for a few moments until Molly ratted me out.

"She's not eating me," she told Bull. I could see that me and Molly were going to have trouble.

"Get your tongue in it," Bull demanded slamming his cock in me harder. "Eat that cunt, Keylee. Clean her up, dammit." I did as I was told. Actually it wasn't bad at all. After a few minutes Molly was jerking and twitching and when she climaxed I felt a sense of accomplishment. Keylee, the muff-diver, I thought smiling in her pussy.

Later, after Molly left, I complained to Bull about making me have sex with a woman. He laughed and told me it was all part of the partnership. He said we were a full service company.

Molly went on her first date the following night and again the next afternoon. Bull went out every night cruising the bars for more help. On the third night he found one but had to throw her back. She was too young, but it wasn't a total waste of time. She had a sister that was old enough and very willing. The sister's name was Greta.

Greta was an enthusiastic chick to say the least. She showed her Germanic ancestry by being big, blonde, and buxom Nearly six feet tall and only slightly overweight. Enormous boobs that weighed in at an unbelievable forty-eight G. Greta loved to fuck and proved to be a welcome addition to our small stable. Then the search dried up. Not that there weren't a lot of available and willing women, but none that fit Bull's criteria.

Greta and Molly were extremely busy for the next week. It amazed me how fast word spread around about what we offered. I suggested that we take on some of the "near misses" Bull had found, but he was adamant that we stick to our standards. He was concerned that we would mess up our reputation with sub-standard help. I deferred to his experience without mentioning his being ran out of Florida. ***

"Hi, I'm Rex Calvin and this is my partner, Detective Van Mason," The big man standing at my front door said. It was early evening. "Big Al may have mentioned that we'd be coming to meet you."

I knew they would be coming, but their appearance still surprised me a little. Bull was out on a scouting mission and it would be late when he got home. I opened the storm door and invited the two big policemen in. Since I hadn't been expecting guests I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt with out a bra, and no make-up.

"I'm Keylee," I said. "I have beer and wine and maybe some whiskey."

"Beer's fine," the man called Rex said. I got the beer and invited them into the den.

"So, how's business?" Rex asked after we were sitting.

"It's going good," I said. "We're starting small and going slow. My partner has a fixed idea about who should be working and who shouldn't." I wasn't at all sure how open I should be with them. No one bothered to tell me.

"I think that's a good plan," Van Mason said. "The wrong gals will get you in trouble. I heard you have two girls working. Does that include you, Keylee?"

"No, I'm not working," I said mentally adding 'yet'.

"You are a fine looking lady," Rex said giving me another apprising look. "You could do good in the trade. As a matter of fact we have a lady who would fit into your operation real good. Name's Kelli Bolton. She's married, but hubby gets off knowing she fucking black men. Been looking for a place for her. She got a friend called Angel who probably work part time. Both are good lookin' Want me to have them contact you?"

"That would be great," I said thinking how funny it would be if I recruited two women while Bull was out, striking-out. "You have our number?"

"Yes, I have it," Rex said. "I'm expecting you all will treat anybody I recommend fair."

"We treat everybody fair," I assured him.

"By the way," Rex said. "I did some back-channel checking and you can tell Jones that there aren't any outstanding warrants or wants out for him in Florida." I told him that I'd be sure to pass it on to Bull. "You known him long?" I gave them a thumbnail version of Bull and me.

"Nice when old friends can get it together, isn't it?" Rex said when I finished. "Big Al told us you like black meat. That true?" I nodded. It seemed silly to get prudish at that point since I was a partner in a prostitution business and they knew it. "You got a nice rack Keylee. I like big white natural tits. Mind giving me a better look?"

It wasn't like I didn't know what they had come for. I knew from the minute I opened the door that the two good-looking black men had come for sex. Since I was the only woman around I knew it would have to be me. It came as a bit of a surprise that I knew it and didn't care. I wasn't under any obligation to be faithful to Bull. I knew he was likely to be fucking some white chick at that very moment. Rex wanted a better look so I gave him a better look at my breasts. I took the tee-shirt off and laid it aside.

"Fuckin' nice!" Van said. Rex Calvin nodded his approval. "Let's see the rest of you." A few moments later I was completely naked. I wasn't even wearing any jewelry. It wasn't very long after that the three of us were on my bed, fucking like bunnies. They both were damned good and apparently had worked together on a woman before. Lot's of times.

When it came time to double up on me, they did it with practiced ease. Rex was in my ass and Van, being a bit larger, took my pussy. I'd never felt so stuffed or so good. They left me sometime just before midnight. They left me covered in their cum and humming like a tuning fork.

By the time Bull got home I was showered, rested and strangely enough wanting more black cock. Bull reported that he had a possible candidate.

"Bit older, but damned willing to get it on. She's not sure about turning pro, but I'll convince her," Bull said after he emerged from the shower. I told him about Calvin and Mason coming to visit.

"Wanted some white pussy, huh?" Bull said smiling at me. "You give them some?"

"I gave them a lot," I answered, laughing. "Also I have a couple of possible ladies for us." I told him about Kelli Bolton and her friend Angel. "Rex said they would get in touch with us."

"Damn, ain't you somethin'. Got anything left for me?" He threw the towel off showing me he had a need. I told him I sure did and proceeded to show him I had a lot of pussy left. It dawned on me that I was becoming a regular slut. It also occurred to me I liked the new me. ***

A few days later Kelli came to work for us. Angle Watson agreed to work part time. Angel's husband was a big shot in the police department and she had to take extra care. Now we had four working ladies, five counting me. I was apprehensive about it, but hearing about their dates was driving me crazy. I had to try it myself.

My first "date" was with a black city councilman, Jon Ashland. I met Jon at a hotel. With Al's help, Bull had made arrangements to have a room always ready at a nice discount. Apparently the hotel manager, an older black man, was a pussy hound so it didn't cost us anything except for some time from one of the girls.

"I heard about you, Keylee," the councilman said when we were together in the room. "The only thing they neglected to tell me was how damned good you look."

"Thank you kind sir," I said. "What else did they, whoever they are, tell you?"

"They said you liked men of a darker color," he said, taking his suit coat off and draping it over a chair. "They, in this case, is Big Al. He also said you were selective. I'm glad you selected me."

It wasn't very long after that, I was glad I selected him. Jon Ashland was a great fuck. He did everything slow and easy which was good because he had a massive cock. It looked like a giant black snake reared up to strike. The head of his cock was bigger than the rest of it. His balls were also huge. He asked me to take my clothes off and model for him. I did and as I paraded around naked, he stroked his huge purple cock.

Because the head of his manhood was larger than the shaft, I had trouble sucking him, but I gave it my best effort. By the time he put it in me, I was soaking wet and had no trouble taking all of it.

When his time was up, I didn't insist he quit. I was having too much of a good time to stand on policy. I gave him another half hour. Councilman Ashland was an extremely heavy cumer. Each time he shot nearly a teacup of his juice in me.

My next date was with an assistant to the mayor. Carlos, a Hispanic, was an eager young man. He was through in less than twenty minutes after taking his pants off. Fortunately Bull was available to finish what Carlos started.

My next date was with the assistant chief of police who proved himself to be another good fuck. I didn't need Bulls assistance, but took it anyway.

The other staff members started teasing me. They called me the city hall whore because it seemed that was where most of my clientele came from. I didn't mind their good natured teasing because it made me just one of the girls.

Over the next six months the business grew and flourished. I got almost all the black cock I wanted. Almost but not quite. I was always looking for one more nice, big black cock.

Over and over I thanked my lucky stars that Bull Jones found me after all those years.

The End of the beginning of Keylee's descent

(As usual I want to remind you, dear readers, that this is a work of fiction and fantasy. Should you happen to run into a "Bull Jones" run like hell. Check my profile as to where my other stories are listed)