Hush Money Bar

Every neighborhood has a Cheers, like the bar in the old television show. It’s that place where everybody knows your name…and your business! This is a multipart story of just such a bar in a predominantly Black neighborhood.

This story contains interracial sex, bisexuality, incest and probably few more taboos that the characters engage in that might offend the more sensitive reader. However, they are all over eighteen so they can do whatever they want!

Part One

Todd Crane glanced nervously around the sparsely occupied bus station. He had been here before. Not this bus station. Not this town. But this situation. His life seemed to be a series of hurried exits from dangerous and/or compromising situations. This time he was leaving Scottsdale, Arizona one step ahead of an irate husband.

Variations of the scene had been repeated many times in the four years since the 22-year-old aged out of the foster system. Aside from a GED, his only achievement in foster care was learning that older women were attracted to him.

Housewives wanted to mother him. Then they wanted to fuck him. It was as if they were acting out a female version of an oedipal complex.

Neglectful husbands were complicit through indifference to the needs of their wives. Some had the male fantasy to see their wives with another man, especially a Black man. In some Todd’s sensuality aroused their latent bisexuality. Licking his cum from their wives’ pussy was a substitute for him cumming in their mouths. Others overcame that taboo and shared his cock with their wives.

For Todd, it was a hard scrabble existence. The only skill he had was his sensuality. And like little Johnny one note, he used that one skill. T He fucked the wives. He let the husband’s suck his cock. On a few occasions, he fucked the wife and the husband. To him it was all about survival.

Unbeknownst to him, his arrival in Scottsdale would trigger a chain of events that would change his life.

When he arrived in Scottsdale last week he registered with a day labor service. It was the only type of job an itinerate like him could get. That service got him a job as a pool cleaner.

The owner of the estate’s wife was a well maintained 65 year old. There was a time in her life when she was a trophy wife. Now her daily ritual was a struggle to delay or attempt to reverse the effects of time and gravity. Her breasts were the best money could buy. Her ass was a marvel of the Brazilian butt lift.

She used young cock as an affirmation of her sexuality. If the cock was young and Black, all the better. When she saw Todd, all of the cougar instincts kicked in. On his second weekly visit, she seduced him.

Her husband caught his senior citizen wife on her knees, her pink lips wrapped around Todd’s thick Black cock. The cuckold arrived just in time to witness Todd pumping copious amounts of cum into his wife’s eager mouth. So much cum that it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her neck.

When he screamed his outrage, the startled Todd pull back. He finished cumming on the wife’s lust filled face and over her bare surgically enhanced breasts.

While the cuckolded husband ran into the house to get his gun, his wife grabbed her purse. She stuffed a wad of wrinkled bills into Todd’s hand. She seized his face in both of her liver spotted hands and kissed him passionately, sharing the remnants of cum with him. She watched doe eyed as he sprinted for his truck.

Todd used the money to buy a ticket on the first bus out of town. That bus happened to be bound for Chicago.

Now he waited anxiously for the agent to announce the departure of the bus. His dark almond shaped eyes roamed restlessly around the dingy waiting room. Nervously, his eyes kept flicking to the door leading to the street. Just outside, he could see the Toyota pickup emblazoned with the name of the pool service he worked for. Earlier he called his boss and told him the situation and that he would leave the truck at the bus station.


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Surreptitiously, Annabelle Beavaneax Carroll watched the nervous young black man. He reminded her of Terrence Howard of Empire fame but without the mustache and with sandy colored hair. His skin had the same light brown coffee latte look. His skintight T-shirt covered a lightly muscled athletic 6 foot body. His eyes had an Asian quality about them. She smiled with interest as she noticed the bulge in his faded blue jeans.

Annabelle was returning home after taking a two-week hiatus from her marriage. She visited with a high school girlfriend and her husband. She and Tina had been more than close. They shared alcohol, drugs and each other until Tina found her husband and took charge of her life.

During her visit, Anna again experienced the intense emotional symbiosis that two women could share sexually. She felt little thrills run through her body as she recalled the softness of Tina’s body, the eroticism of her kisses and the sweet honey like thickness of her juices. Her husband was not a bad cocksman either.

Now she was returning to a 48 year old husband who was indifferent to her. If not for the pleading of her father she would divorce him.

Marriage to an older man had its challenges. He had come along when she needed financial and emotional security. He gave her that and two precious children. She felt guilty that she had outgrown him. She knew it was time for a change in her life.

Anna was a petite 21 year old Jada Pinkett Smith look alike. At 115 pounds with auburn dreadlocks and a 36C bosom, she was more voluptuous then Jada. The deep lines around her mouth and dark circles under her eyes bespoke a hard life. Despite this she moved with a regal sureness, pulling her retinue of two toddlers in her wake. She wore a mid calf button up the front print cotton dress that draped and hung from her bubble butt. The top two buttons were undone revealing a substantial cleavage. The dress moved freely with soft swishes when she walked.

“So is it the police or an angry husband that has you watching the door like that?”

Todd flashed his ready smile. His white teeth gleamed as he checked out the full figured black woman across from him. He noted the two crumb crushers fidgeting on the plastic bench.

“Why you say that about me,” he laughed, “can I be something other than a criminal or wife stealer?”

“Honey, the way you fidgeting you looking for somebody to come after you with bad intentions.”

Todd was not above telling a self-serving lie if it fitted his needs.