Jimmie Sanders started dating Paula Jackson when they were sophomores at USC. They seemed to be made for each other so a few months after they graduated, they were married. Jimmie was a good looking 6'2" 190-pound basketball player; good enough for high school and college, but not good enough for the pros. Paula was a 5'6" well built (35-25-37) high school cheerleader, who gave it up when she started college. But she never missed one of Jimmie's basketball games.
Jimmie was from a middle-class black family in Los Angeles. His mother was a bank teller and his father was a plumber. Paula was from a very wealthy family from St. Louis. Her mother was active in local charities and clubs while her father was a stock broker who had quadrupled his significant inheritance from his father into a rather large next egg. Neither Jimmie or Paula had any siblings.
The newlyweds decided to live in Denver where Paula would work as an accountant and Jimmie would start a career as an investment banker. Paula's parents gave them enough money for a down payment on a nice home in a residential area outside Denver.
They were living an idealistic life, and soon had a daughter that Jimmie insisted be named Jamie. As the years passed and their daughter grew, so did they. By the time Jamie graduated from high school, Jimmie was about 240 pounds and Paula's dimensions had grown to a pleasingly plump 37-28-39. Jimmie would periodically tell her that she was getting fat, but she preferred to think of herself as curvy.
Paula had risen in her firm to partner status and was doing very well financially. Jimmie had also risen in his company, but hadn't hit the earnings level that Paula had. He had convinced Paula's parents to put a large amount of their money into accounts at his bank, and he retained complete control over investing it. Although the portfolio didn't really make any profits for the Jackson family, Paula's parents didn't mind because their other investments were all doing well. Jimmie turned investments more frequently then necessary to make commissions for himself.
When Jamie graduated from college, she too, was married a few months later and moved to Portland with her husband. A few months after the wedding, Paula's parents were both killed in an auto accident in LA. Paula and Jimmie were just 42 years old, and Jimmie saw this as an opportunity.
Jimmie had started seeing a 30-year-old divorcee a couple of years before and he decided that he needed a divorce. But he first needed to make sure he had Paula at a disadvantage so he could reap a larger financial settlement and get more of her parent's money. Although he and Paula's assets only totaled a few hundred thousand dollars, he knew that her parents had left millions. So, six months after Paula's parents' accident, Jimmie convinced Paula to accompany him to a small trade conference in Birmingham, Alabama. One of his co-workers had told him of a redneck bar just north of Birmingham that loved to abuse black women.
Paula agreed to go and they flew from Denver to Birmingham. Jimmie attended meetings and Paula rented a car and spent the days in nearby parks. When the conference ended, Jimmie told her they were going to spend a few extra days and see the sights. Paula showed him some of the sights and they explored other areas. They were exploring north of Birmingham one day and they stopped for dinner in a small town. As it got dark, Paula said, "We should be getting back to the hotel, Jimmie."
"OK, babe," he said. He turned on to the country road that his co-worker had suggested and said, "I think this may be a shortcut." Shortly, they came upon Billy's Bar and Jimmie pulled into the parking lot. "Let's have a beer, babe."
She saw all the old pick-up trucks, four wheelers and motorcycles and said, "Are you sure about this place, Jimmie? This looks like it could be the kind of bar that may not be welcoming to us."
By then, Jimmie was out of the car had her door open. Reluctantly, she got out and walked behind him to the door. He opened the door and they walked inside. Just as Paula thought, it wasn't their kind of place. They were the only two black people in the place. There appeared to be about 12 men and three women. The place smelled of beer and a Confederate flag adorned the wall behind the bar. Everything stopped when they walked in. She said, "I think we should go, Jimmie."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward. "It's OK, babe. We're just having a quick drink and then we'll be on our way." When they reached the bar, they were immediately surrounded by a bunch of big white men wearing coveralls, tee shirts and baseball hats.
One of the men said, "Well looky here fellas. We got us a nigger boy and his little woman."
As the men laughed, another said, "She ain't no little woman, Bubba. She's got her a big ass and some nice titties. Maybe she want to try out a real man instead of this little faggot."
Paula was squeezing Jimmie's arm. "Come on Jimmie. Let's get out of here." She turned to the men and said, "We don't want any trouble gentlemen. Maybe we'll just leave."
"It's too late for that little lady. We're gonna take care of your faggot boyfriend and then have us a little chocolate pussy." Paula turned and started for the door when she was roughly grabbed and spun back to the bar. When her stomach hit the bar, it knocked the breath out of her. She saw that her husband was now at the end of the bar talking to a couple of the rednecks, and then she felt her top being ripped open. She couldn't stop them because they were holding her arms at her sides.
"Help me Jimmie," she yelled. "Help!" When she looked over at him, she saw him smiling and lifting a beer from the bar. "Jimmie! Please help." He lifted his mug as a toast to her as her bra was removed, and then he took a drink. "Jimmie, what are you doing? Please help me."
Jimmie threw a hundred dollars on the bar and said, "Drinks are on me fellas. Fuck her good and let me get a lot of pictures."
Paula screamed as her jeans were pulled down her legs and her panties were ripped off and thrown in the corner. She tried to fight them, but there were too many of them and they were all bigger and stronger than she was. As she screamed and kicked at them, one of the men held each of her arms and each of her legs and they lifted her into a horizontal position. She watched the one called Bubba unzip his pants and pull out a huge white cock and step between her legs. He poured an ounce or two of beer on his cock and then stuck the head into her pussy.
She screamed again and he rammed his cock deep into her black pussy. "Aaaarrrgggh! N-n-no! Please n-no!" Bubba roughly pounded her pussy with his cock, and it didn't take long before she stopped screaming and began moaning and humping him back. She opened her eyes in time to see her husband take a few pictures of her pussy getting abused by this big dumb redneck. "Aaaah. P-please. Ple . . . . Aaaaah! Please Jimmie. Help m . . . . Uuunnngh!" Jimmie took another picture and then walked back to the bar.
When Bubba finished fucking Paula, he turned around and motioned for Bobby to give her the drink they had concocted at the bar. It was laced with a drug that would make Paula completely compliant and pretty much agreeable to whatever the men wanted to do with her. They forced the drink into her and then while waiting for the drug to take effect, Bobby stepped up and rammed his hard cock into her dripping cunt. "N-noooo! Aaaagggh!" She yelled. Bobby pumped her for a few minutes and then dumped his load into her pussy.
The drug was taking effect and Paula was no longer fighting the men. They no longer had to hold her down so they laid her on the pool table and then took turns fucking her. Every so often, Jimmie would walk over and take a few more pictures. Finally, he said, "Well, I think I have enough ammunition here to get a favorable settlement in my divorce so I think I'm outta here fellas." He threw another one-hundred-dollar bill on the bar and thanked the men. "Just put the slut out with the trash when you're finished with her. She'll find her way back home somehow." Jimmie drove back to his hotel and fell asleep thinking of his hot little divorcee and the life they would soon have together while spending the Jackson's money.
