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Bessie and Matty's time in New York flew by.

Bessie was almost broke by the time she got on the train for Memphis. In fact, she borrowed money from Matty.

Ah, yes, Matty. Jefferson made a business agreement with her. He'd find men and he'd split the two dollars he charged them with her.

"Jefferson, dear, that sounds like a good deal, however, I have the most fun if the men are black . . ."

"And, I know, have big cocks."

"Thank you, baby. Now, come back to bed. My mouth hasn't had the pleasure of your big black cock in hours."

When it was time to return home, "Bessie tell Max that I've decided to stay in New York. I'm having too much fun."

She never returned to Memphis. After Prohibition ended, Jefferson set her up in an apartment where the local gossip was that she entertained men often overnight. Most of those men, according to that local gossip had big black cocks.

Jefferson found the cross-dresser named Freddie, who happily spent hours with his tongue in her pussy. In addition to the money Jefferson gave her, she was rewarded with Freddie's tongue.

Jefferson and Matty both became far wealthier than they could imagine.

As for Bessie. She returned home to Memphis where she did her wifely duty on her back for Harold.

It didn't take long for her to become bored. After New York, who wouldn't be? She made inquiries where there might be a Speak-Easy. She was particularly interested in ones in Memphis' black neighborhoods.

Once a month or so, or whenever she could get away from Harold, after dark, she'd take a taxi to an address she'd been given. "Ma'am, I don't think this is the kind of place where a white lady should be seen."

"Just take me there, and hurry."

Heads turned when she walked in the door. White faces were rarely seen here.

Once seated, a waiter came to her table, "ma'am, I'm sorry, we only have some local moonshine tonight."

"Do you happen to have anything extra special?"

"Let me see what I can do."

He returned with her drink. Ten minutes later, the biggest, blackest man; a man as big and black as Stanley back in New York, came to her table and sat down. "I understand you're looking for some male companionship."

"I am. I'm looking for a man just like you."

"It'll cost you two dollars."

"Is your room upstairs?" She smiled and stood up. "Lead the way."

In his room, Bessie didn't hesitate to get on her knees. "My name is Bessie, and I hope you have what I'm looking for." She immediately started unbuckling his belt.

"I'm Bob. See for yourself."

As she got his pants below his knees. "Oh, you're not just Bob, you're big Bob, and Bessie is going to have a good time bobbing up and down on Big Bob's big cock."

Twice that night Big Bob filled Bessie's mouth with his cum. It cost her four dollars. It was the best night since she'd left New York.

Once a month, she took a taxi to Big Bob's apartment. It usually cost her four dollars. On occasion, it cost her six.

THE END

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