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Tales from the Bullpen: Paying the Debt
Tales from the Bullpen: Paying the Debt
Tales from the Bullpen: Paying the Debt
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When Brian's loan shark gives his wife the choice between a beating for Brian, or some adult action of her choice to pay back a gambling debt, she chooses a way that will give her the greatest joy, and her husband the true punishment he deserves. At a Long Island estate, Leah gets to live out some long-held fantasies. In the meantime, Brian must watch, or suffer the consequences.

"So why are we here, again?" said Leah.
"I told you," said Brian, "I have a business meeting here."
Leah looked around the bar. Even though it was barely seven o'clock, the joint was crowded. Most of the tables were occupied by couples. She looked at the couples and instantly felt out of place. All of them were dressed well - nothing ostentatious - and very classily. Somehow, she knew that all these couples were very wealthy. Should would have felt more self-conscious about her clothes, but none of the other couples even took note of anyone else. All of them stared at the men at the bar.
All the bar stools were occupied by men, she realized. She scanned the line of men. Although they were of all ages and colors and races, they all had one thing in common - they were large men. Tall, lean, muscular, clad in tight, form-fitting clothes. Leah felt a familiar heaviness between her legs. All these men were just the kind she preferred.
As she watched, she saw some of the couples – no, not the couples, but the men from the rich couples cross to the bar to talk to some of the men there. More often than not, the young man at the bar followed the other back to the table. There was some small talk, then the trio would leave.
There was a constant traffic of this sort flowing in and out of the bar. The bartenders raced back and forth to keep up with the demand.
She looked at her husband again. He certainly wasn't like the guys at the bar! Although tall, Brian certainly was anything but muscular and virile. She sighed and said, "So why am I here?"
"Mr. Wheeler wanted you here," said Brian. He looked this way and that, nervous, even frightened.
Leah said, "What's going on Brian? Are you in trouble again?"

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Release dateApr 25, 2019
ISBN9780463725320
Tales from the Bullpen: Paying the Debt
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Brock Johnson

One should live one's life according one's own credo. I have always believed this. I have traveled the world and had many adventures as the captain of my own destiny. I have always been the one to have a girl in every port. I have always been the one in command of any situation in which I found myself. I have been a man who has lived life as a man ought. And because of that I give to you the experiences of a lifetime as a man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. My stories are only slightly altered from the pages of my biography. Raised in a Florida town, I joined the Merchant Marine and traveled the world. I have seen everything worth seeing and done everything worth doing. Now I share the experiences of a life well lived, the life of a man, with you. Enjoy!

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    Tales from the Bullpen - Brock Johnson

    Tales from the Bullpen:

    Paying the Debt

    By

    Brock Johnson

    Copyright 2019 by Tall Tale Depot, Inc.

    All Rights Reserved

    Any unauthorized copying – except for excerpts used for reviews – is strictly prohibited.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

    All persons depicted in this fiction are consenting adults over the age of eighteen, as required by federal law.

    She looked left, where Jaquan's huge member filled her hand. It was like a warm, firm baguette. She regarded the shiny, purple-black, helmet-shaped glans a few inches from her lips. A large glob of precum quivered there, it's pulses matching the throb of Jaquan's heartbeat. God! she thought. It was so huge - much more than she imagined in her fantasies.

    She turned right, and regarded Ned's huge cock, which she grasped with her other hand. She never knew a white guy could be so big. Just like Jaquan, Ned was excited enough at the though of penetrating her mouth, and her pussy, and...

    She closed her eyes and shivered. Two men at once! She could feel her cunt dripping and soaking her panties under her short dress. And to be filled - really filled! She was going to enjoy getting a much dick as she could frothed two men, while she had them.

    She looked across the room.

    Her husband sat in a chair and stared bleakly back at her. Tears were streaming down his cheeks at the sight of his wife holding the strange men's cocks in her hand. Serve him right, she thought. If he hadn't been such a fuck-up, he would have to watch her service Jaquan and Ned. She smiled at him sweetly' evilly. This is your fault, she said. She kept her eyes on her husband as she said, Jaquan, dear? I've never had a dick up my ass, I would love it if you would take that virginity.

    Her husband struggled, but the man who stood behind him grabbed his shoulders and forced him back into his seat.

    Jaquan rumbled, I would be honored, baby.

    And with that, she stuffed the big black cock between her pale lips.

    So why are we here, again? said Leah.

    I told you, said Brian, I have a business meeting here.

    Leah looked around the bar. Even though it was barely seven o'clock, the joint was crowded. Most of the tables were occupied by couples. She looked at the couples and instantly felt out of place. All of them were dressed well - nothing ostentatious - and very classily. Somehow, she knew that all these couples were very wealthy. Should would have felt more self-conscious about her clothes, but none of the other couples even

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