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I remember the first time I tried it. Some of the black guys had been with had wanted to but I’d never wanted to before. Of course, that was what was great about Ben. He’d brought out a whole new side to my sexuality. He’d made me realise I was born to be a white man’s fuck-toy. I’m a 25 year old British black girl of Jamaican descent. My boyfriend, 30 year old Ben, is white British.



Ben was waiting in bed for me as I brushed my teeth in the bathroom. “Honey,” he called out from the bedroom “could you bring me a glass of water please?”



“Yeah, OK!” I shouted back. When I’d finished I crept downstairs to the kitchen, poured him a glass of water and made my way back upstairs. As I stepped into the bedroom, barefoot and wearing nothing but a short, silky pink negligee, I tripped up and spilled some of the water. Ben sat bolt upright in bed.



“I think, young lady, that you’d better get that mopped up immediately!” he snapped.



“Of course.” I answered. and headed to the bathroom for a cloth. I went slowly, my heart racing, knowing that this was the start of some kinky fun. I had no idea, though, just what was going to happen!



When I arrived back, Ben was standing by the bed, naked and with a huge erection. I began to shake in anticipation knowing that he was about to do something fun! I knelt down and began wiping the spilt water up with the cloth. When I had finished, Ben gave a fake cough.



“Now,” he said, sternly “bend over the bed!” I did as i was told and walked over to the bed, leaning forward over it and spreading my legs apart. That way, I was giving him easy access to my pussy, offering it to him on a plate.



I felt Ben walk up behind me. Everything went still and silent for a moment, then there was a searing crack as Ben slapped my arse. It took a second or two for the feeling to sink in, and when it did I gave a little cry of surprise and delight.



“What do you think I should do with you now then?” he asked. I struggled to answer through my heavy breathing. My heart was pounding!



“Please fuck me!” I gasped. Ben chuckled.



“You’d like that, would you?”



“Yes, I want you to fuck me please!”



“I dunno, I might just have to not fuck you as punishment!”



“No, please fuck me!” I cried in desperation “I want to feel that white cock of yours inside me!”



Ben grabbed me by the upper arms and pulled me towards him, standing me up. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear;



“Take this silly little negligee off then and get on your back!” Again, I did as I was told. I turned to face him, and slipped one shoulder out of my negligee, then the other, and let it simply fall to the floor. I then climbed onto the bed and lay on my back, with my legs apart. Ben climbed on after me and lay over me, between my legs, and began kissing my lips and neck. I began to feel my pussy moisten, and as Ben ran his hands all over my body, tweaking my nipples and caressing my thighs, the juices were actually dripping from my pussy and down my arse.



Ben began to rub his dick along the length of my pussy, and I began to breathe heavily, anticipating his thick, white cock sliding into my tight black hole and stretching it……….



With a single powerful thrust, Ben buried his cock balls deep into my arse! I yelped in a mixture of pain and surprise and almost jumped up! I looked at Ben’s face to check if he knew what he’d done, but he just smiled and winked! “You said you wanted my cock inside you,” he laughed “well now it is!”



I lay there in a slight state of shock as he slid his heavenly member in and out of my hole, and as the initial pain subsided, an overwhelming sense of pleasure overtook me. Here was Ben, I thought, penetrating me in such a way as to dominate me even more than ever before! My pussy was well and truly gushing now, lubricating Ben’s cock as it stretched my arsehole.



Because of the position we were in, we could make eye contact. Ben never looked away from me, enjoying every second of watching my face as he sodomised me. He kept it nice and slow, with a rhythm that only slightly sped up as he approached orgasm. He’d pull his cock almost all the way out of me before plunging it back in again.As I saw in Ben’s face that he was close to the edge, I felt my own orgasm drawing near. Ben winked at me again and placed his thumb on my clit, rubbing frantically to encourage me to cum.



As the feeling of euphoria tore through me, Ben plunged his dick deep into my arsehole with a last almighty thrust, and shouted “Oh, shit, I’m going to cum inside your arse!” He let out a satisfied grunt. I could feel his cock twitching as it spilled its seed deep into my bowels. We both lay there, in the throes of orgasm, and as they subsided, Ben gave a little shake to spray the last few drops of sperm into me. He pulled his cock out of me and came up to give me a kiss. I could feel his warm, sticky sperm dribble out of my well used butt as I turned to kiss and cuddle him.



“I love you.” I said, breathlessly. “And I could definitely do that again!” Ben grinned.



“I plan to!” he said.

I slowly become aware of my surroundings….it is dark, cold, and clammy. I sit up; feeling a weight on my ankle I look down but it is so dark I cannot see. I slide my hand down my leg gasping as I feel steel locked around my ankle. My fingers continue to feel around my ankle stopping suddenly as they grasp a hold of a chain. I fall to the floor feeling along the chain trying to find out where it ends. I stop at a solid cement wall where the chain is attached. Sobbing, I start to look around, but it was so dark I could barely see my hand.



‘HELLO???? IS ANYONE THERE????’



I started shivering, and it dawned on me that I was nude. Where the hell are my clothes? Where am I?



I crawl back to the bed, if you want to call it that. It is more a slab of concrete as I discover when I reach it. I curl up crying, terrified not sure how I came to be in this situation. The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar chatting with a handsome black gentleman. He bought me several drinks throughout the evening, as we argued, but don’t remember what the argument was about. I don’t remember much after that. Is he the one that brought me here? What am I doing here?



I must have cried myself to sleep as the next thing I knew, loud noises were coming from outside the cell I was in. I blink as a light is shined my way, quickly I sit up on the bed shaking in fear.



‘Who are you? What do you want with me? LET ME GO NOW!!’ I start screaming at the figure in the doorway. Silently the figure approaches me and before I know what has happened a rope is looped around my wrists and tightened, the chain removed from my ankle and I am dragged out of the cell into a dimly lit space. I look around with fear filled eyes, seeing things that I’ve only read about. Quickly my hands are raised above my head, and I find myself hanging in the middle of the room, tiptoes barely touching the floor. Before I could mutter a sound, my mouth is filled with a gag, locked behind my head. The shrouded figure roughly pulls my ankles apart latching cuffs to them, leaving me completely exposed. Tears stream down my cheeks as I hang there, terrified about what will happen next.



He stands in front of me; big hands reach up and grab hold of my tits, pinching them tightly. He laughs as I squirm, attempting to loosen his grip. I shake in my bonds, anger starting to flow through my body at his treatment of me.



‘Do you remember what you told me last night, bitch?’



I think, trying to remember the night before, shake my head as my memories are gone. Something tells me that I have gotten myself into something I may regret.



‘You, my little white bitch, told me that there was no way that any black man could get you to submit to him. You flat out told me that no black man would ever touch your body sexually, and that as far as you were concerned, black men weren’t worthy of your time. YET, you continued to accept my generosity by drinking every drink MY BLACK MONEY purchased. So now, I will show you who is superior, and will prove to you that YOU WILL submit to a black man. Your life as you knew it is no longer. You now belong to me, just as my forefathers belonged to your forefathers. You will know pain like never before, and eventually you will beg me daily to beat you.’



With those words, he slapped my face not once, not twice but five or six times. My cheeks were on fire as tears of pain and fear streamed down my cheeks.



Why oh why couldn’t I ever learn to shut my mouth?



He moves over to the side of the room, I hear him rummaging around but I can’t see what he is doing. I shake, rattling chains as I become more and more terrified. He returns grinning evilly as his hands slowly reach out and grab my nipple. I scream into the gag as lightening flashes through my nipples. The pain won’t stop; I look down and see silver clamps attached to my nipples, a chain between the two dangling between my breasts. He kneels down between my legs; I feel his fingers harshly tug on my pussy lips. My body violently shakes as he places two more clamps on my pussy lips, dropping the chain. Before I know it, a large dildo is shoved up into my pussy, I try to lift my body upwards in an effort to get away from the intruder, but eventually my arms tire and I end up lowering myself onto the hard dildo. I hang there with clamps dangling from my tits and nether regions, my pussy filled to capacity as I impale myself on the hard cock sticking up between my legs.



To be continued…

The first thing I became aware of when I awoke was a bright light dazzling my eyes then a gloved hand clamping firmly over my mouth. Then I heard a voice, deep but definitely female whisper in my ear, ‘Make one sound and you’re dead, Mister!’



As the flash-light was turned away from my eyes I began to focus on the intruder in my bedroom, although her nose and face was covered with a green bandana I could see she was a black woman, very tall with a slim but muscular build, she was dressed in a black T shirt, tight black jeans and black trainers.



She removed her hand from my mouth and from the back of her jeans removed a gun and pointed it at me, ‘I didn’t expect anyone to be at home but if you do exactly as you are told you wont get hurt, do you understand me!’



I nodded my head, I wasn’t going to argue with that gun.



‘Okay, I don’t want you trying to make a run for it so I’m going to tie you up, do have any rope or duct tape in the house?’



‘No,’ I said.



What about some scarves or neck ties?’



‘There are some in the drawer there.’ I replied.



She removed a couple of ties and two of my large handkerchiefs from the drawer.



‘Turn over!’



She took one of the ties and bound my wrists painfully tight behind my back then bound my ankles with the other.



‘I want all the money in the house, where is it?’ she turned me face up on the bed, staring at my naked body.



‘The only money I have is in my wallet with my credit cards, you can take it.’



She sat on the bed, ‘You can’t really stop me can you sugar.’ She ran the barrel of the gun up and down my thighs.



‘You know I think you’re lying to me, looks like I’m going to have to get rough’



She forced one of the large handkerchiefs into my mouth, packing it in so the cloth filled my entire mouth, I began to gag as the cloth pressed against my tongue and the back of my throat.



She brought her hand forward and squeezed my balls hard, I screamed through the choking gag, she grabbed my throat and squeezed again, the pain was unbelievable but she continued in a calm and professional way, it was as if she had done this before.



She leant forward and removed the sodden handkerchief from my mouth.



‘Now where is the rest of the money? Or do you want some more pain?’



It was difficult to speak after the excruciating pain and the gag clogging my throat, ‘Please, there’s no more, believe me!’



She forced the handkerchief back roughly into my mouth, ‘I don’t believe you!’



She took the other handkerchief and rolled it into a band then pulled it hard between my teeth, knotting it tightly at the back of my head forcing the gag even deeper into my mouth, I thought I was going to choke to death, she had tied it so tight the gag was pushed right against the back of my throat but I managed to push with my tongue to ease the pressure but could not push the gag right out. This was obviously not the first time she had subdued someone, I was helpless unable to move or shout for help and she hadn’t finished with me yet!



She turned me over onto my stomach and picked up the long, thick flash-light, ‘This is going to hurt!’



She parted my cheeks with one hand then roughly shoved the flash-light deep into my ass hole, I screamed in agony through the gag at the burning stabbing pain, it felt like the torch had penetrated deep inside me up to my chest, my whole body was filled with pain! Again and again she thrust into me, I thought I was going to pass out then suddenly she stopped!



She removed the flash-light from ass then turned me face up. She held my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes, I could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. Her eyes were beautiful, they didn’t look cruel, almond shaped and dark brown in colour they glistened and sparkled in the light, ‘You know something honey, I believe you.’



I tried to speak through the gag but just choked mumbles came from my mouth.



She took the money and credit cards from my wallet, she looked at me and said, ‘Looks like I’m going to have take something else from you besides money.’



She sat on the bed and began stroking my cock with her leather gloved hand, it stiffened immediately, after all the pain this felt like heaven.



She rubbed my stiff prick faster and faster, I groaned through my gag then she leant forward and slid my aching cock beneath the green bandana around her face and began to suck me. I could feel her soft lips all around my throbbing dick, I felt her tongue lick up and down my shaft, it felt beautiful. She sucked hard on my knob and I thought I was going to cum, then she stopped.



She pushed up her T shirt to reveal perfect breasts, brown and beautiful with the darkest nipples I have ever seen, an Ebony Goddess!



She pulled down her jeans to reveal her shaven pussy, swollen with delicious hints of pink showing, I could see her juices twinkle in the light. She gasped as she slid my stiff prick deep inside her warm, wet cunt. She leant forward and whispered in my ear, ‘You had better not cum before I do honey, or the pain you’ve experienced so far will be nothing to what you will get next!’



She began to move her hips slowly up and down on me, almost gently, occasionally squeezing my cock with her muscles, letting me know who was in control.



She began to speed up moving faster and faster, rougher and harder! Pounding her hips against mine, she began moaning louder and louder, pumping me till she began screaming in ecstatic orgasm, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let my self explode inside her, she collapsed on top of me, gasping and moaning in my ear.



She stood up and straightened her attire, she turned me face down and pushed the flash-light back up my ass, gently this time, then walked towards the door, ‘That should be an amusing sight for the police to find when they arrive in the morning.’



She laughed a Goddess laugh and then was was gone.



I lay on the bed helpless, my wrists and ankles numb from the tightness of my bonds, the choking gag still filling my mouth, my ass and balls were still sore from their torture but even though I had never seen her face, I prayed that she would return.

Jan met Amanda at the last cooking class she took at Whole Foods. They made an instant connection and had a great time in each others company. The class she was taking tonight, she really wanted to learn how to cook something for Matthew, veal, and wanted to learn how to do it well. They met at class, as agreed on the phone.



They had a great time in class, as before, and when it was over, went into the store to buy everything Jan needed to make the Osso Buco for Matthew that night. She had selected a couple of bottles of wine to go with the veal. And course she had chosen beer for Matthew that would go with the her dinner. He was going to be home late, and she wanted to have something nice waiting for him. By the time they got to the checkout, Jan had invited Amanda over for a while. She hoped Matthew wouldn’t mind.



It didn’t take long for them to get silly from the wine while trying to cook. Jan noticed a change in her friend, and for some in explicable reason, she found herself flirting with Amanda…reaching out and touching her as they laughed. They were sitting at the table, when Amanda stood up and leaned across the corner of the table slowly, cautiously, toward Jan – kissing her. Amanda’s advance was met with a warm response. Jans lips brushing against hers. Her soft warmth felt sooo good. Her lips parted welcoming her tongue. And before Jan knew what was happening, Amanda’s hand was on her cheek, her fingers combing through her hair, her hand on the back of her head pulling Jan to her mouth. “Oh my God…… you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that!”



Jan, almost out of breathe “I’m glad you finally did!”



The timer went off – interrupting their intimate moment. Jan went to the oven to attend to Michaels dinner. Amanda followed her, and as soon as she put the towel on the counter, Amanda was there, pulling Jans body close to hers. Her hand slipping around her waist, and sliding over her ass, down to the hem of her skirt, gathering the denim in her hand. She reached under…..feeling her ass “Oh my god – no panties?!”



“Matthew does not allow me to wear them. Ever! You see Amanda…..I belong to him! He owns me! And I don’t know how he would feel about you kissing me, much less touching me! That is his cunt you are working your hand toward.”



“Don’t you think he would share it with me?”



“All I can do is ask for permission. I don’t know what he will say. And I don’t want to risk punishment!”



“Punishment? What would he do?”



“Worst case? Use another whore in front of me! And tell me how good she feels. He would use corporal punishment, but he knows I enjoy that.”



“Text him… NOW! And tell him I want him to share you with me!”



Jan picked up her phone, her hands shaking. Amanda was serious. She text Matthew: “Amanda is over. I told you about her, we had a class together tonight. Unexpected events have transpired, and she wants to know if you will share my cunt with her. I told her I needed your permission.”



Within minutes her reply came: “You slut! She can play with you, but she must know….You belong to me, you are my whore, and if I share you, it is with the understanding that she will also have to service me, on demand! Make sure you are both wearing appropriate attire when I arrive home. You will be punished for letting her kiss you prior to my permission. And don’t bother trying to deny that occurred.”



Jan showed Amanda the message. And replied…..”she understands, and agrees. Thank you Daddy!”



Amanda went to her bag, and returned to Jan, kissing her hard. She reached between Jans legs with a small toy on her finger. “Put your leg up on the counter. Do it NOW!” She stood balancing on one stiletto, her other leg up on the counter as commanded. Amanda reached for Jan’s clit. The small vibrator hitting the target perfectly. Amanda pulled Jan’s hair back – looking into her eyes. “You like that? Mmmmm right on your clit! Is that making you wet?” Then she leaned in and whispered into her ear “I can’t wait to taste your sweet cunt…..as you cum in my mouth!”



Amanda continued to run her finger over Jan’s clit. Making her moan louder and louder! Interrupted once again by the kitchen timer. Jan removed Mattew’s dinner from the oven. As she set it on the counter, Amanda pressed up against her from behind.



“Your cunt is so wet!” Sliding her hand between her thighs, feeling the outer lips, waxed free of hair, slippery, wet, and hot. “You will cum for me before Matthew gets home!”



“I don’t have permission to cum! I only have permission for you to play with me!” Jan sounded panicked!



“Make no mistake ….. when he walks in the door it will be to the sound of you cuming!”



Amanda grabbed her bag, filled two glasses of wine and pulled Jan into the den. The fire was raging, making the whole room hot. She pulled Jan to her knees infront of the fire and pushed her down onto her hands. She pulled her skirt up over her hips, slapping her ass hard. And in one swift motion, pushed two fingers into Jan’s ass. “I AM IN CHARGE until Matthew gets here! Do you understand?”



“YES! I understand!”



“If I say you’re going to cum, then you will! And you can deal with whatever consequences Matthew has for you when he gets here. That is not my concern!”



Amanda knelt in front of Jan’s face grabbing her by the hair. “Suck my clit and you better do it well!” Jan began to lick between Amandas lips – trying to reach her clit. Amanda pulled her dress over her head, revealing a leather corset. She lay down in front of the fire, just beneath Jan’s head and pulled her face to her cunt. Pushing a vibrator deep into her own wet cunt she ordered Jan “suck my clit until I cum!” Jan did as ordered. Amanda lay there, a vibe on high deep inside her, pulling at her own nipples, while Jan sucked furiously on her clit. “Push your finger in my ass!” Jan complied, accustomed to taking orders. Amanda began to cum immediately, and loudly! Pushing her cunt into Jan’s face! Jan sucked her hard clit, then licked her wet cunt, pushing her tongue inside Amandas hole, sucking the juices from her as she came, over and over! Pinching her clit between her fingers! Jan was cleanly enjoying sucking all the sweet juice from her cunt. And Matthew enjoyed watching! When the orgasms began to fade, Jan worked her way up Amandas body, stopping on the way to lick her nipples and suck each one, first tenderly, then vigorously. Eventually hovering over Amandas face, sharing the taste of her own cum with her. Amanda rolled out from under Jan, pushing her head down so Jan would remain on her elbows, her face buried, her ass in the air.



Amanda reached again into her bottomless bag. Retrieving the next item of her choice, and knelt behind Jan. Her cunt dripping from having licked Amanda so thoroughly Amanda looked Micheal in the eyes, standing in the doorway, sipping his scotch, unnoticed by Jan. She maintained eye contact with him as she slid inside Jans wet cunt with the strap on. She started pounding Jan hard and fast. He watched Amanda reach under and pull on Jans nipples, rolling them between her fingers.



“Are you going to cum? Or do I have to fuck your ass?” Amanda stared intensely at Matthew as she worked Jan.



“Oh FUCK Amanda! You’re going to make me cum!” Jan came loudly, and repeatedly! And didn’t stop until she felt someone standing infront of her pulling her hair up, and her head back.



“I did not give you permission to cum! I only gave Amanda permission to play with you! You will be punished for this!!”



He stood directly infront of Jan. “Amanda! Get over here…NOW!”



Amanda knelt infront of Matthew. “Strip me!” A command Jan had heard countless times. A command that she thought belonged to her.



She watched as Amanda undid Matthew’s belt, and zipper. She watched his pants fall to the ground. “You want this big black cock you whore?” He grabbed Amanda by the hair, and slapped his cock against her face. “You made my slut cum – now you will make ME cum!” He brushed the end of his cock across her lips – covering them with the pre-cum Jan loved so much! She watched as Matthew told her to lick her lips. As Amanda enjoyed the taste of him. He pulled her mouth onto his cock, plunging deep into her throat. “Watch you whore! Watch your friend suck my cock! Mmmmmm Oh my god she knows how to suck cock soooo fucking good! She’s a good whore! I bet she doesn’t disobey! Watch! Watch me fuck her mouth! OOOH FUCK!!! She’s going to make me cum! OPEN YOU EYES AND WATCH YOU FUCKING SLUT! Kneel next to her!” Jan knelt eagerly hoping to get Matthew’s cock in HER mouth! But he only repeatedly slapped her tits! One, and then the other. Harder each time as he fucked Amandas mouth. Jan saw his face, as he looked closer and closer to cuming! He pulled on her nipples hard, twisting them. “OH FUCK your friend knows how to suck cock! Her mouth feels soooo good! I’m going to cum in HER mouth! She’s going to get my whole load! She’s going to get to swallow it ALL! OH FUCK AMANDA! Do you WANT that whore? Do you want to watch your friend get all my cum?” Jan watched Matthew shove his whole cock deep into her mouth. Pushing just a little deeper with each pulse.



“Kiss her you fucking whore! Kiss her and I will let you have some!” Amanda reached out for Jan and pulled her to her mouth kissing – tongues twirling in front of them so Matthew could watch. Amanda pinching Jan’s nipples hard, and her tits hung out over the top of her corset. Red from the punishment Matthew had just given them. Their tongues dancing as his cock pulsed his large creamy sweet load on their mouths.



“OOOOOOOOO FUCK! OOOOOO YES YOU WHORES DRINK IT! OOOOO TAKE IT ALL YOU FUCKING SLUTS!” Matthew turned to Jan! “Do your job you slut – finish me – suck me dry!” And he watched Amanda lick her face of all the cum that had not landed on their tongues. He pulled Amanda to him – sharing the taste of what was in her mouth, as Jan sucked eagerly on his cock.



Jan watched! She knew this was her punishment for cuming with out permission. Matthew grabbed Jan by the hair, yanking her head back to look at him! “That was your fault! Don’t ever cum without my permission again!” She closed her eyes, vowing to herself never to do it again. “Lay on your back!” Matthew watched Jan follow his command and lay on her back in front of the fire! “Spread your legs whore!” Jan opened her legs wide. She loved how dirty this made her feel! “Use your toys on her Amanda! Use what you chose!” Amanda reached into her bag and pulled out a large bullet. She dipped it inside Jan’s wet cunt, and then lubricated, pushed it inside her ass. It was rather large, and was difficult to get it. Amanda handed Matthew the remote. She then pulled a large dildo from her bad, and pushed it inside Jan’s cunt. As far as it would go. Reaching once again into her bag, this time retrieving a small vibe. Turning it on and pushing it against her clit. Amanda started to work the dildo in Jan’s wet cunt, and turned the vibe on her clit on high. She looked at Matthew and waited for him to press the remote for the egg. Jan began to move her hips and moan uncontrollably. “OH FUCK MATTHEW! I NEED TO CUM!”



She could hear Matthew and Amanda talking. ‘How long should we let her go?”



“I don’t know – she does need to know her place!”



“Maybe I should let her stay like this while she watches me fuck you!” Jan looked up at saw Matthew grab Amanda by the hair and pull her to him kissing her hard and deep. She watched Matthew pinch and twist and pull her nipples – as she moaned with pleasure.



Jan was fighting so hard not to cum. It made Matthew hard to watch her, and to feel his control over her. It made Jan conflicted to see Matthew with Amanda. It turned her on, and yet it was painful to watch. She wanted Matthew to touch HER.



Matthew and Amanda leaned over Jan, each taking a nipple in their mouths. Watching Jan writhe trying to fight the orgasm. Hearing them discuss “should we let her cum?”



Matthew, pulling Jan’s hair, whispered into her ear “are you my whore? Will you do everything I tell you to?”



“Yes Matthew! I am yours! Always! I will obey you!”



“Do I own you?”



“OH MY GOD YES! I belong to you Matthew! I want to belong only to you! I give myself to you completetly!”



‘You want this big black cock?”



“I want only your cock! Always! I want sooo much to please you! Please let me feel you inside me! I NEED you!” Amanda pulled her toys from Jan’s body, abruptly stopping any pending pleasure.



“On your knees whore!” Matthew knelt behind Jan, running the head of his cock up and down her, from her clit to her asshole! Jan moaned each time he stopped at the entrance to her cunt and her ass. Hoping he would push into her. She needed him inside her. She didn’t care where!



“PLEASE DADDY! PLEASE! I need you! I need to feel you deep inside me! I need to feel you fill me with cum!”



Matthew slowly pushed into her. So hard he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed slowly at first, then in one swift motion pushed into her completely. Filling her cunt. The feel of him inside her made her want to cum instantly.



“PLEASE DADDY! PLEASE LET ME CUM! I NEED TO CUM SOOO BAD!”



“YES WHORE! Cum for Daddy! Cum NOW!”



“OOOOOOOOO YES! CUUUUMMMINNNGGGGGGG ALL OVER YOUR COCK!”



Amanda lay infront of Jan, pulling her face into her cunt!



“Matthew wants to watch you suck my clit while he makes his whore cum!”



Jan began to lick and suck on Amanda! He could hear her mouth enjoying the wetness of Amanda.



Matthew pulled out of Jan, and raised his cock 2 inches. “Get ready you whore! Daddy’s going to fill your ass!”



Jan felt Matthew push the head of his cock in, and hold it there for just a moment.



She pushed back toward him! He slapped her ass – making her stop! This was forbidden. She was to surrender to his control! He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her onto his cock as he pushed all the way into her!



“OOOOH FUCK!”



Matthew watched as Amanda started to cum! “YES you slut! CUM!”



Matthew reached under rubbing Jan’s clit, watching Amanda cum.



“PLEASE MATTHEW!!! I need to cum again! YOUR cock feels so good! PLEASE!”



“Cum you whore! Such a good fucking whore! Cum while I fuck your ass! CUM SLUT! And think of watching your friend sucking my cock!”



Matthew filled her as she came hard!



They collapsed on the floor, Matthew rolling onto his side pulling Jan close to him. Amanda started to lick her clit again, Matthew still in her ass.



“OH FUCK AMANDA!” Matthew’s hands on Jan’s tits, he could hear her excitement. Amanda continued to lick Jan’s clit. “OH Matthew – please let me cum again!”



“You fucking dirty whore! CUM!” He pinched her nipples hard, pulling and twisting them viciously as Amanda licked and sucked her clit to a final orgasm.



Amanda licked Matthews balls thoroughly, cleaning Jan’s juices from him! Then, she kissed them both, and quietly gathered her clothes.



With only the sound of the fire crackling, Jan whispered……”Hungry? I made veal!”

Wednesday



After breakfast we took a tour of a rum distillery, then lunch and a suck-and-fuck. After a nap, I asked her if she wanted to go to the beach.



“The CO beach?”



“Yeah”



“Uh, I guess so. But I’m not getting naked!” I was disappointed, but said that whatever she felt comfortable with was fine. I noticed, though, that she put on a two-piece suit.



At the beach she picked out an empty spot. I offered to oil her up and she lay on her belly while I did her back and legs. After a while we went swimming. The water cooled us off then the sun warmed us. As we were warming up — and making out a little -,the Couple and the Big Black Guy (BBG) (as I called them in my mind) walked by, saw us and set up about 10 yards away. We returned their greetings and watched them, laying on our bellies.



The husband removed his clothes, then his Wife’s towel, revealing her lush, nude body. Then he removed the BBG’s wife-beater and dropped to his knees to remove his shorts. As he did so, BBG Big Black Cock flopped out into his face. (Jaye gasped) He paused a moment and reached for it but BBG said something and he scuttled on his knees to his Wife.



She stood facing us with her legs spread while her husband oiled her ankles, then calves, finally spending a long time massaging her thick thighs.



As he started toward her crotch, BBG again spoke. The husband scuttled off and the Wife dropped to her knees, keeping them widespread and putting her hands behind her head.



BBG walked over to her, his Black sausage almost touching her face. The Wife leaned slightly forward and kissed it.



Jaye let out another gasp.



BBG knelt down and started oiling the Wife’s back. Slowly. Sensually.



Jaye let out a low “Oh Hell! Oil my back, B!” It wasn’t a request. “And take off your suit!”



“Uh…”



“You want me naked – why shouldn’t you be, too? You’re not embarrassed are you? You shouldn’t be, my stud!” she teased.



While I stripped off my suit she removed her top. I started to oil her shoulders, working down to her butt.



“Just my shoulders and back.”



I realized she wanted me to mirror BBG and concentrated on where I thought his hands were on the Wife.



The Wife was watching us and said something to BBG, who looked at us and grinned.



He continued on down her back to her buttocks, his Big Black Cock bumping against her thigh. Now and then he would deliberately rub it against her thigh, and it would twitch and seem to grow, causing Jaye to gasp each time, as if it were her being caressed.



Working on her back, I periodically leaned forward and did the same with my cock. Jaye would give me an “Mmmm” but her eyes stayed glued on the Black man and white woman in front of us.



I couldn’t see his hand on the Wife’s butt but suddenly there were Black fingers emerging between her legs. Then back under, then out again, as he was obviously massaging her pussy. She moaned and wobbled and he grabbed a large pillowed breast to steady her. Jaye let out a moan as well.



I tried to do her butt by slipping my hand under her bikini bottom, but it wasn’t working.



“Do you want to take your bottom off?”



“No!”



Now BBG shifted to oiling the Wife’s shoulders and down her chest. He stopped and looked at us then started rubbing the oil into her lush breasts, then stopped again and looked at us expectantly.



Jaye let out another “Aw Hell!” and pushed herself up facing them, placing her hands behind her head, spreading her knees, and pushing out her chest to mirror the Wife.



“Go ahead, B!”



With an internal mental cheer, I started on her shoulders and then her breasts. BBG and I were in control now, rubbing our ladies tit flesh. He would jiggle one at me, I would respond, then I would grasp one of Jaye’s long nipples, which were rock hard now, and give it a pull and twist, and he would copy me.



The Wife’s eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth. Jaye was also breathing through her mouth, her chest getting red and mottled, but her eyes were fixed on them.



As his hand reached the Wife’s pussy again, he grabbed her by her crotch and rubbed his Black cock against her thigh. She let out a moan.



I did the same to Jay, grabbing her bikini-covered crotch and rubbing myself. I was hard instantly, although not near the size of BBG.



Now BBG started to directly massage and finger the Wife. I tried to copy but the suit was again in my way.



“Don’t you want to take it off?”



“No! Slide your hand in!”



I knew why she didn’t want to take her bottom off: as I stroked her crotch I could feel her engorged clit sticking out like a small cock, tenting her swimsuit bottom.



Evilly, I nodded my head to them to indicate they should look down and stroked her mound with my fingers spread so that the bulge showed even larger and squeezed it with my other hand. She moaned “Please don’t!”



Then I slid my hand inside her bottom, stroked her pussy lips to separate them and plunged a finger into her pussy.



Jaye let out a wail and snapped her knees shut. Gasping for breath she grabbed a towel and started back to the resort, still topless with her long nipples pointing at the sun



“Let’s go!”



I tried to catch up to her but she was moving out, leaving me to worry if I had gone too far.



Back at the cabana I found her leaning over the dresser, shuddering and sobbing. I took her in my arms and held her.



“I’m sorry if I pushed you too far, baby.” More tears.



“You didn’t push me too far, B. I wanted to — I wanted to go even further! But I was –am — too scared! What if they laugh at me and call me a freak?”



“They won’t, Jaye. You are beautiful! And here, on that beach, with those folks, I am positive is the last place in the world anyone would call you a freak. Relax, go with it — or not. Whatever you are comfortable with. Just don’t stress out over it.”



She had regained some control now. She sniffled and looked up at me.



“Gawd it was erotic, wasn’t it?”



“Wow! I’ve never experienced anything like it!”



“You’re sure they won’t laugh at me?”



I knew from the question that she had already decided to go back.



“I’m positive!”



“Then make love to me B, I’m so horny I’ll explode!”



I pushed her onto the bed. She immediately pulled her legs up to her chest to give me access to her gushing pussy, and I began lapping her juices and swirling my tongue around and sucking her swollen dicklet.



The Big Bang that followed was, as she said, one for the record books. I hopped on and sank my rock hard cock into her. She was so wet there was very little friction, so I rammed into her harder and harder. She grunted and moaned with the pounding but kept urging me on. In a few minutes I was cumming so hard I was afraid I’d have a heart attack. We were both wiped out and slept until dinner



We looked for Paul and Sheila again at dinner and asked if the invitation to go to the Z’Club was still open. They said yes and we talked for a bit, finding out that they had been here twice before, had arrived this trip the same day we had, and had seen us around.



At 9:45 we met them at the poolside bar. They were in their mid 30s, blond, tanned and fit, from California. He was wearing the male uniform for the resort – a Hawaian shirt, shorts and sandals. She was wearing a brief bikini top which showed off her gorgeous breasts (“Fake!” according to my wife) and very short skirt which showed off her toned legs.



Jaye was wearing her usual lightly padded bra under a knit beach cover up outfit consisting of a boat neck top with ¾ sleeves and an ankle length skirt. I was wearing the same as Paul.



Wednesday Night – The Zebra Club, 1st night



The club was a 10 minute walk along the beach in the moonlight, on the edge of a small village and well off the beaten tourist lanes, down an unpaved track nestled in the palms.



It was mostly a large three sided shack with a bar and some tables. Out the open back was a beaten down dance floor flanked on two sides by more tables and barely illuminated with a string of Christmas light bulbs. There was a steel band and a boom box for music.



The place was pretty full, and it had an interesting mix: mostly Black Jamaicans, but with several tables of white tourists. We sat at one populated by folks I had seen around the resort. Paul and Sheila were well known to them. And then there was a third group: white women in scanty outfits with Black men and a few with Black and white men, – the latter mostly middle-aged, although there were a couple of young guys – who seemed to be buying drinks for the Blacks. There was no interplay between this group of whites and the other tourists.



Whatever the dynamic, the beer was cold, the drinks strong, and the music great. The Calypso dancing here was very different from what the resort put on — sort of a “Dirty Dancing, Caribbean Style”. Lots of grinding of crotches and grabbing of various body parts by both sexes.



We ordered drinks and watched the show on the dance floor. The Black girls generally wore tube tops, halter tops, or bikini tops with mini-skirts or shorts and were shoeless or in sandals. The Black Men wore wife beaters or T-shirts and pajama bottoms or shorts. Their dancing together was sinuous, sensuous, and with an animal energy, crotches grinding and hands sliding over each other.



The whites generally stayed with what they learned at the resort and looked a little silly, but some of the whites — usually women — tried to copy the natives.



Paul and Sheila were in the latter group and doing it well — particularly after 2 or 3 drinks.



In any event, Jaye was having a ball. We danced several numbers together, trying to copy the locals — much to their amusement. Eventually I had to quit and sat down to watch.



Jaye is a natural dancer with a super sense of rhythm and the music and rum drinks were really loosening her up. Several young men stopped by to flatter her and offer to teach her “Jamaican style,” but she turned them down even though I could tell she wanted to continue dancing. Sheila teased her, telling her to lighten up — this was just dancing. Jaye answered that it was obvious they thought — or were hoping — every white woman was there for sex. Sheila giggled and shrugged, “Of course! Some are just kids trying to get laid, but most of the men here make their living that way! They are called “Renti!” But their interest is real — and real hard — even if it’s not for your brains! Go with it or not, but have fun! You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy!” And with that she grabbed the arm of an athletic young Black man and headed for the dance floor. As soon as they got to the middle, Sheila melted into his arms and started grinding her tits into his chest and her crotch into his groin. The action was so hot that one of her grapefruit-sized boobs popped out. She let him put it back into the bikini top in the middle of the dance floor and continued with her dry humping.



Jaye sat there surprised for a minute, but Paul and I were cracking up, both at Sheila’s comments and the look on Jaye’s face. It was kind of like watching Samantha and Charlotte in “Sex and the City.”



Finally, a young man with a lythe, well-cut physique, dread locks and a goatee shooed off the floaters, introduced himself as Samuel, and, looking Jaye firmly in the eye, told her that HE would teach her to dance. She looked at him for a minute then at me. I told her to go, it was just dancing, and she might as well learn it right and besides, the booze was getting to me.



Internally, after watching the mixed couples all week, the shenanigans on the beach, and Jaye’s question at dinner the previous night, I wanted to see my wife with one of these Black men — what it would look like and how I would feel.



They danced the first dance side by side with him showing her the moves, not even touching. The second dance they assumed a “normal” dance position with about a half-arm’s distance between them, again going through the motions but not touching. The third dance, the band picked up the beat some and he pulled her close to him and put both hands on her ass, telling her to do the same to him. Her head only came to his muscled shoulder so his crotch was pressed into her belly. They started to grind, she hesitant at first, he with natural authority. As the song went on, Jaye’s natural rhythm picked up the beat, but she was a little clumsy.



At the end of the set, they returned to the table. Jaye was flushed and out of breath. I ordered fresh drinks while we got to know each other and Samuel complimented her on her dancing. “Thank you Samuel, that was great but I feel so clutzy. It’s like I can’t move out there.”



“It ya clothes, pretty lady. Ja got on too much. Ya legs can’t move. Why don ja tuck up ja hem into ja waist so ja legs can move?”



Jaye did so, the tucking revealing her entire leg and thigh to her waist.



Just then the band started again. She grabbed Samuel’s hand and they were off to the dance floor. More grabbing of asses and now her breasts through the fabric, and occasionally I could see Samuel’s Black hand on my wife’s bare thigh and disappearing under her skirt.



This time she was better, but they returned after two dances.



“I’m still too hot and confined!”



Samuel called a waitress over “Girl, take da pretty lady to de back and help she wid she costume!”



Jaye looked at me for a minute, unsure, and then thanked him and said the outfit was new and that it was time we should be going.



Back in our cabana, I stripped her naked, pushed her on the bed and started eating her.



“Did you have a good time tonight?”



‘Mmmm, yes! Better than I thought I would.”



“I did, too”



As she climaxed, I slid into her wet pussy and caressed her hair as I stroked in and out,



“I thought you looked sexy out there tonight dancing with Samuel. The contrast of his Black skin on yours was really hot. I thought you looked beautiful and I was very proud of the way you moved. You are a hot sexy Momma!”



“Thank you! You weren’t jealous?”



“Do you still love me?”



“Of course I do!”



“Then why should I be jealous? I’m the one having sex with you, not him!”



My orgasm built as I replayed the evening in my mind, especially Samuel’s Black hand sliding under my wife’s skirt to grab her panty-clad crotch. When I was done, Jaye licked and sucked me clean.



As we drifted off to sleep thoughts kept running through my head: Had he felt her clit? Was it hard when he touched it? She hadn’t reacted when he did it or mentioned it later. Why not? What would they look like naked together?

2010 Memoir 1st Meet with Robert



i have been chronicling the history of how my wife and i went from Mid-West Vanilla couple to willing Black Cock slaves since an anniversary vacation to Jamaica in 2004.



Our Bull and Master is Robert — 32 when we met Him in 2006, about 6’2″ tall, 270 lbs, with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, powerful arms and chest, a rounded belly and small man-boobs, and a 9″ uncut very thick Black Cock backed by a massive set of balls. More important, He has a very Dominant personality and an innate understanding of how to manipulate submissive personalities. Several readers have asked for details about our first meeting with Him and this is it, with His permission:



We had posted an ad advertising my wife’s availability on a site that specialized in hooking up white married women and Black men. Robert responded and, unlike many of the others, was low key, friendly, and respectful. We answered back and a running conversation developed. In a month, we were e-mailing almost daily, with us telling Him all the details of Jamaica, how we felt about it, and even sending Him a copy of the DVD Samuel had sent us. After another few weeks we decided we wanted to meet Him.



At the time we had been “Adventuring” for about 2 years, and had developed a process for meeting new playmates. We set things up in Robert’s home city and met Him for dinner at an upscale hotel restaurant on the Friday night.



Jaye (my wife — then 44 — for those of you who are new to our saga) was wearing a light cardigan over a linen camisole, her above-the-knee black skirt, garter belt and stockings, hoop earrings, Queen of Spades pendant, and 3″ high heels. Of course, no bra or panties — which is why she had the cardigan: to distract from her long nipples tenting the cami.



Robert showed up dressed in a classic blue blazer over a black silk T shirt which (as soon as He removed the blazer) showed off His large biceps and chest, expensive slacks and Italian shoes (Jaye’s observation. i neither know nor care about men’s shoes). He was impressive and as He moved through the restaurant He drew the attention of many of the patrons.



He came up to our booth and greeted us as old friends. i rose to shake His hand and we did a guy-style-semi hug. Then He sat down next to Jaye and kissed her on the cheek. She glowed. i sat down across from them.



We chatted until the food came, then gave Him a rundown on the plans for Saturday night — there would be two other Black men, we would provide the food, beverages, lube and condoms. The festivities would end when either the Black men were sated or Jaye was exhausted, whichever came first. He nodded and presented us with a recent blood test showing Him free of STD and HIV negative, but agreed when we insisted condoms only.



Then we told Him how glad we were that He could come, how impressed we were with His first response to us and how we enjoyed our subsequent conversations with Him.



He responded that He was intrigued by us as well –not just about what we had done and wanted to do, but how we thought and felt about it, in particular Jaye’s admission of her need to be submissive to strong Black men and my willingness to give her to them. This was interesting because our ad was for “adventurous” partners and had never mentioned submission, and we had also avoided the term in our e-mails to Him. He had obviously read between the lines and connected the dots.



“Is that right, Jaye?” Jaye looked at me quickly. This was different — our chosen partners were high on the macho scale, but generally were focused on the sex. Robert was probing and playing much more of a head game. i nodded and she turned to Him.



“I guess so — sort of.” She said lightly.



“Don’t guess, Jaye. Yes or no?” She looked at me again then down at her hands.



“Yes” A little girl admitting that she had broken a lamp.



“Good girl!”



Then He commented that Jaye was prettier in person than her pictures. Was it true that she wasn’t wearing a bra? Although we had been at this for several years, Jaye blushed and nodded. “Take off your sweater.”" Jaye moistened her lips and did so. The tension in the air was electric — this wasn’t a Black club but a hotel dining room. Her long nipples were very visibly swelling against the material.



“You look thirsty. Have some water.”



She started to reach for her glass.



“No, mine. And reach for it with your far hand.”



The motion caused her to lean across Him and twist her body so that He could look down the camisole at her tits. He had seen her naked on-line, but was testing her, and we all knew it.



Was she wearing panties? Again, no.



“Show me.”



The tone was conversational but His hard eyes left no doubt that it was an order. Jaye looked a little panicked — in a Black club she would have stood up and lifted her skirt for anyone to see, but did He expect that here? It seemed He was pushing things for a first meeting.



“Take my hand and show me.”



Shaking a little, she took His hand and moved it under the table.



“And what do you like strange hands to do when they touch you here?”



She started a movement that i interpreted as stroking her clit and cunt lips with His hand.



He turned to me and started talking about college football and our favorite teams’ chances for the next season. Jaye stopped stroking.



“I didn’t tell you to stop.” A hint of menace.



She started stroking herself with his hand again, and almost immediately gasped as He pushed two of His thick fingers into her now wet cunt, then slid down a little to give Him better access.



Our football conversation continued until the waitress came by to ask if we wanted desert. Jaye tried to sit up but Robert told her to continue and ordered for them. The waitress looked at Jaye, slumped in her seat, panting, eyes closed, her arm moving as if she was masturbating, then at Robert sitting next to her with His arm under the table, then at me, and smirked.



When desert arrived — vanilla ice cream with chocolate cookie sticks,



“That’s enough. Sit up. Don’t eat all your desert.”



We finished, i paid, and suggested we adjourn to our room for drinks and to get better acquainted. As we were starting to get up, Robert stopped us.



“Jaye, swirl the cookie sticks in the melted ice cream, then slide them into your cunt.”



She looked around nervously, then sat back down and pretended to be searching for something in her purse as she did it, gasping as the cold ice cream hit her warm cunt. I was impressed with Robert’s control over my wife and her willing compliance.



“In and out!”



When she had done it a few times He told her to give them to me.



“Have a snack, B!” He said with a grin.



i licked, then ate them. The taste of her cunt on the chocolate was delicious.



Having now established that He was in total control of my wife, we walked out of the restaurant, Jaye a little shaky and holding on to Him while i walked behind. In the elevator, Robert said that He had pushed things, (He never apologizes) to see if His assessment of her was accurate. She had done very well and pleased Him very much. He complimented me as well for having a sexy wife and making her available to be appreciated.



In the room, they sat on the sofa with His arm around her making light conversation while i got drinks.



After a sip, He set down His drink, and took hers away.



“B, you don’t mind if I kiss your wife!” (It was a statement, not a question. Now He was testing me.)



And with that He gathered her to Him and kissed her. The kiss started soft and gentle, then became more passionate with tongue action and lots of lip sucking, then His hand came up and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back as His tongue forced its way into her mouth.



Jaye responded, giving as good as she got and a little moan as her hair was pulled.



Then He let go of her hair and started to massage her tit through the cami. He started the kiss again, soft and gentle then getting progressively harder — but now His hand was copying the kiss: softly stroking, then massaging, then mauling, then pulling and twisting the nipple as He bit her on the neck, leaving a hickey (“Marking her.” i thought). As before, my wife responded, pushing her chest into his hand and stroking His head while she sucked His big lips.



As the nipple twisting became more violent, she moaned through the kiss and reached down to pull up His T shirt. He stopped to let her remove it, then told her to remove the cami, and started in on her tits and nipples again. She ran her hands over His torso and did some nipple-pulling on Him as well.



Robert said,



“B, why don’t you have another snack?”



i got on my knees and reached to remove her skirt but He stopped me, so i flipped it over my head and brought my lips to her chocolate-smelling crotch. Above me i could feel and hear my wife move in the embrace of this large Black man, moaning as He deliberately tried to hurt her to see what and how much she would take.



I heard a zipper and then “Omigawd!” I pulled out from under the skirt and saw my wife holding Robert’s Big Black Cock in her hand. She had already rolled back the foreskin to reveal a large mushroom head which was actually dwarfed by a thick shaft which expanded even more at the base. It wasn’t fully hard and yet she could just barely get her hand around it.



“You like it, Jaye?”



“Oh yesss!”



“You can suck it if you want.” An offer, but also a command.



In response she shifted her body, gave me a big grin, and plunged her head down on it. He had her get on her knees on the couch so that He had access to her cunt while she sucked and licked Him.



“Get undressed, B, while I get to know your wife.”



He stroked her cunt lips lightly. She was already wet and a little puffy from my licking, and moaned softly as His long thick fingers caressed her hanging labia and clit.



Jaye’s cock sucking picked up speed and so did His fingers, parting her labia and dipping into her juices to lube her clit. In minutes her clit was sticking out like a mini cock and two, then three, of His fingers were going in and out of her cunt. i could tell from her moans that He was massaging her g-spot.



She was working His cock and big balls energetically, and He was sliding down a bit to give her better access. Even so, she could only get about a third of His Big Black Cock into her mouth and had to grip the thick Black shaft in both hands.



i started to move behind her but He waved me away. He wanted to be the one who made her cum and wanted her to know it.



Then He pulled her head slowly down deeper on His Black sausage. She would gag, He’d let her up for air then pull her down again deeper, all the while ramming the three fingers into her cunt. With about half of it in, it was obvious that it was firmly lodged past her throat and her eyes rolled up. Suddenly she started to moan and shake and then with a wail her body jerked hard. She tried to come up off His thick Black Cock, but He held her head on it as her climax rolled through her several times.



Finally He let her roll off and collapse onto the floor as she slowly recovered.



“That was very good, Jaye. You pleased me. Now take off your skirt and get on the bed. B, I think she’s primed. Let’s have some fun! Head or tail?”



i moved up to her head. She grabbed my cock and started sucking energetically. Robert moved between her legs and rubbed His mushroom head along her engorged labiaand clit, then pressed the tip into her cunt opening. She moaned around my cock.



Slowly He eased His way in, an inch or so at a time. At the halfway point she had quit sucking me and was moaning about how big and hard He was. He paused, but she wrapped her legs around His thighs and pulled Him in deeper. He pulled out again, and when she pulled Him back He sank all the way in, hitting bottom with some to spare.



“Omigawd!” she screamed.



In a moment or two she resumed sucking me while He gently slid in and out. We went on like this for a while, then He told me to switch.



She got up on her knees and lowered her head onto the Big Black cock, wiggling her hips at me. i mounted her doggie style, but my cock just slid into her stretched cunt and seemed to wave around. It was warm and wet but little friction. That was OK by me because i didn’t want to cum too soon.



After some time we changed again, keeping her on her knees. After a few minutes of His Big black Cock in her, she wasn’t really sucking me so i had to face fuck her, holding her by the hair and pulling her onto my cock.



Her moans were coming louder and she was pushing her ass back onto His thick Black pole.



After a few more minutes, i dumped my load in her mouth and pulled her head off my cock. Her face had “The Look.”



“You can finish her off any time,” I told Him.



He pulled out and had her mount Him in a reverse cowgirl, then started pulling her down onto Him by her hips. She was working with Him, bouncing up and down and crying out as He hit bottom.



i knelt there watching that thick Black cock stretching her hole and listening to her, marveling once again at the eroticism of Black going into White and the sheer beauty of seeing my wife getting fucked and enjoying it so much.



Suddenly she yelled “Omigawd, he’s going to make me squirt!”



i moved my head in close. He speeded up and pounded her from below even harder. She began to babble incoherently and then, as her Big Bang hit, she let go a spurt into my face. Then another and another.



Finally, she fell forward as the waves continued to roll through her.



Robert gave her a minute, then pulled out and mounted her missionary style and proceeded to fuck her to His climax, starting slowly and softly at first, then speeding up and banging her hard, which brought out more moans. Finally, He came with a groan and collapsed on top of her.



When He had recovered a little, he pulled out, pulled off the condom — which He handed to me as if it was understood that i was his servant — and pulled her head over to clean Him.



We all rested for a while, Jaye almost purring, her head on His groin, softly licking his Big Black Cock. He asked if she wanted a second round. She chuckled and said “Yes, but if we do I won’t be in any shape for the gang bang tomorrow,” so we agreed to call it a night and He left.



When He had gone i started to stroke her in preparation for another go at her stretched cunt, but she said she was satisfied.



“But you know I’ll never say “no” to you, B. If you want some you can have my ass.”



After i cleaned my cum from her hole and she cleaned my cock, she stroked my head.



“Gawd he’s hung! And he knows how to use it too!



(More seriously) “….And how to use me! If you weren’t such a good cunt licker you’d be in trouble! Tomorrow is going to be wonderful!”



We kissed deeply and fell asleep with our arms around each other.



Sat evening Gang Bang —



At about 9pm, the three Black men arrived. Jaye, naked except for hoops, Queen of Spades medallion, wedding rings, the garter belt, stockings and 6″ heels, met each at the door with a big kiss, grinding her mound into their crotches.



We had music on a player and Jaye started to dance for her audience, moving from one to the other and rubbing her tits, cunt or ass against them. Sometimes she would get on her knees and bury her face in their crotches, wiggling her ass, sometimes she would sway sensually while she jacked her clit or pushed her fingers into her cunt while she pulled and twisted her nipples. Eventually she dropped to her knees, freed one black cock and started sucking it. The others took that as their cue to strip.



She guided one Black man behind her to start the fucking as she jerked off me and the third Black man – a Queen Bee directing the action.



We had partied with the other two Black men before and they were fine with me joining to make it four on one, but after a while (and getting my rocks off) i just watched the beautiful ballet.



There seem to be two general male approaches to gang-bangs: fuck the birthday girl until they climax and then take advantage of the longer staying ability for later fucks, usually used by younger guys who can get it up often; and fuck until they get close, then tag out to the next guy, which gives less down time, and holding off dumping their load until later in the evening, which is usually used by older guys. Both techniques were in use that night.



Slowly, as the action got really hot, Robert took over as Emcee, telling Jaye what position to assume and later who should do what to her. By the time they had each cum in her mouth, cunt and ass, she was a limp, obedient fuck puppet.



As they started to leave, Jaye whispered to me to invite Robert back for a get together in the morning (We liked to spend time post-gang bang just re-connecting as husband and wife so we didn’t normally invite bangers to stay the night and as we were not leaving until Monday, Sunday was open.)



Sun AM final fuck —



Robert called at about 9 AM to inform us He had ordered breakfast sent to our room and that He would be by in a few minutes. And that we shouldn’t get dressed.



He arrived shortly after — with flowers for Jaye! Over eggs, bacon and coffee, Him dressed, us naked, He told us again how much He had enjoyed the last two nights, complimenting Jaye on her loveliness and passion for cock. She glowed.



When the second cup of coffee was done, without asking permission, He removed His clothes and sat on the sofa with His legs spread, telling me to get the lube and lay down on my back in front of Him. Then He told Jaye to straddle my head and suck Him hard while i prepped her cunt and ass with my mouth and the lube.



After gag-fucking her and twisting her nipples for a while He moved us to the bed where He pushed her into a doggie position and had me guide His thick Black cock into her. Then He took her fast and hard, pulling back on her hair to arch her back, and bringing on an orgasm. He had me face fuck her while he continued to pound her to another climax, then flipped her over for some slow, gentle missionary fucking.



For the next hour He kept changing pace and position, talking to her all the time, telling her tenderly how pretty she was, how good her body and tits felt, what a good fuck and what a good whore she was.



Periodically He would pull out and have her suck Him or spank her engorged clit with His hand or Big Black Cock.



Finally, after bringing her to a screaming climax that stretched out for at least 5 minutes and left her limp, He told her to beg Him to fuck her some more, which she did weakly.



He rolled her onto her belly, had me shove a pillow under her hips, then straddled her and again had me insert his Big Black Cock into her swollen cunt. He started then in earnest, pounding her and rabbit fucking while she mewed and cried until He came with a roar.



After catching His breath, He had me remove the condom and had us both clean Him off and thank Him.



With a shower, a lingering tongue kiss and a niple twist for Jaye, a handshake for me, and a “Til next time!” he was gone.



Jaye was exhausted, and deep in afterglow, but she hadn’t cum during the final pounding. i asked if she wanted me to lick her to orgasm. Stretching like a cat, her eyes closed, she said no, she really was too sore, and she just wanted to bask in the feeling of being totally fucked and used.



Was i still horny? If so i could have her ass if I was gentle — it was sore from the night before. But she had just had the best fucking – mentally as well as physically — since Jamal and she just wanted to focus on the feelings in her cunt and clit.



I admitted I had jerked off twice watching them and my offer was to make sure she was satisfied. She said that if I wanted to please her, she would like to watch me jerk off on her mound and lick it off. She stroked my head as I did.

December 2012 – What Happened in Vegas or Jaye is broken



If you have been following my ongoing narrative of how my wife and I transitioned from Mid- West white married couple to Black-owned sex slaves, you have seen references to the trip to Vegas my wife Jaye took with Robert, our Bull, about 4 years ago. When I first wrote it up based on her reports, it was a 4-day fuck and suck trip with 5 Black men that wound up with her being returned to me exhausted and with gold piercings in her labia, nipples and clit hood.



Over time, and as Robert has taken on a more dominant role in our lives, more pieces of the story have come out. Here it is below.



WARNING: This chapter goes places that may be offensive to some readers. B was not there to act as protector and the principle characters were on their own in the “fantasy world” of Las Vegas with no “adult supervision.” But what went on there had an effect on the rest of this story.



We had planned a 4-day “Adventure” — our term for an away trip where my wife would be publicly exposed and fucked by Black men — with Robert, a Dominant play partner we had scened with several times over the previous two years and who has an uncanny understanding of the workings of my wife’s psychological and physical “buttons.” He is a large, imposing man with a 9″ very thick uncut cock backed by large, seemingly inexhaustible balls and great staying power.



At the last minute, I had to work and had to cancel. We talked it over with Robert and, at Jaye’s urging, and much to my uneasiness, decided to send her to him alone. We had never done this before — one of our hard rules was that I had to be present or at least close by — but Robert was persuasive, he had been very protective of Jaye in our previous sessions with him, and Jaye really wanted to go (it had been three months since our last adventure — coincidentally with Robert — and she was openly horny for Black Cock). Jaye was met at the arrival airport not by



Robert alone, but also his two sons, James (20) and D’arnell (18), Robert’s brother, and the brother’s 20 year old son. After quick introductions, they whisked her away to another gate and boarded a plane for Vegas.



After checking into their room, Jaye was felt up by the whole group, then pushed to her knees where Robert ordered her to start sucking him off. At some point one of them flipped up her skirt and proceeded to fuck her doggie style as Robert held her head on his Black cock. As soon as the first Black man was done, another took his place until all four had fucked her and Robert and D’arnell had come in her mouth. During this Robert called me on Jaye’s cell phone and allowed her to lift her head off his Black cock to tell me about the change in venue and what she was doing. After that they texted me a video of her with Blck cocks stuffed into her at both ends.



Since they had been up all night, they rested for a few hours. Jaye’s clothes were taken away, leaving her with only her wedding rings, Queen of Spades pendant, and hoop ear rings. About 4PM Robert ordered her to start sucking again. Sucking progressed to fucking and as the evening wore on they sent out for pizza and beer. When the delivery boy arrived, they let him in to see two Black men spit-roasting a white woman. The one in her mouth pulled her head off his cock and asked the delivery boy if he wanted a tip, but the kid was too surprised to take him up on it.



About midnight, they had her put on heavy makeup and a bathrobe and took her out clothes shopping. They found a sex shop in a rougher part of town and had her try on outfits naked in front of anyone in the store until they picked out a cowl-neck top, a very short skirt, and 6″ heels she could only lurch in. From there they went to a strip club.



At the club the crew felt her up while they watched the dancers. Eventually, they selected one for a lap dance and went to the VIP area. There they had the stripper give Jaye a lap dance, rubbing her tits into my wife’s face and jerking off her long clit as if it was a cock.



Jaye was initially shocked and embarrassed, as at that time she had never done anything with another woman other than the incidents on the beach in Jamaica and they were mostly just kissing and a little touching.



Then the stripper did her act for James and Jaye was ordered to do what she had just learned for Robert.



After this, they found a Black club where again Jaye was made to demonstrate her new dance moves and get exposed to and felt up by the Black patrons. Back at the hotel they took a nap until the stripper came by after work. The two women were told to make out, then 69 for the 5 men. Again, Jaye was nervous at first but as the stripper licked her professionally, and with the excitement of being watched by an audience, she got into it pretty heavy. At one point, as the women licked each other, two of the men stepped up and started fucking each in the ass. Then both were gang-banged until after dawn.



They slept in until after noon, then the men went off in pairs to gamble and sight see, leaving a well-used and sore Jaye alone with Robert. He had her suck him hard and fucked her ass, then took a nap. As the men floated in and out they would have her suck them off or fuck her. About 10 PM, they allowed her to dress in the outfit from the previous evening and headed for some Black clubs they had heard about. As usual, she danced with the 5 and any other Black men who wanted her and was publicly felt up and exposed.



Jaye was having a pretty good time as the center of attention, and being continuously felt up in public was keeping her on the edge of an orgasm.



Around midnight, Robert took her into the Men’s Room and handcuffed her to a pipe by the urinals to give blow jobs to several of the patrons who had asked. Here is Jaye’s description — which she only revealed to me last Fall:



“At first it was great fun like Fantasy Fest — on display in a forbidden area, being groped and made to suck cock. D’arnell was supposed to watch over me but got distracted on his cell phone. I had sucked a couple of cocks when a guy came in, looked at me squatting there and just peed on my face and body. Seeing that, so did another. Robert came in a little later and saw what a mess I was. He made me strip off my wet clothes and wash them in one of the toilets, then they made me wash myself off in the toilet, put me back in my wet clothes, and walked me through the club. I felt so scared, humiliated, alone and vulnerable! … Robert took charge and held my hand through the club. I clung to him physically and mentally for dear life! In the parking lot he wouldn’t let me in the car dripping wet so he had me strip and made me give blow jobs and be fucked over the hood until I was dry.



Then they said I still stank and put me in the trunk to go back to the hotel, shower and service the five of them some more.



The next day, we did a round robin DP session with everyone drinking lots of beer. When we stopped for a break, I said I had to pee. They followed me into the bathroom and made me pee in the tub on my knees, not squatting, joking about the night before and how I must like it. I started to cry. Then Robert had me lay down in my pee in the tub and they started to pee on me. The first one peed on my face, hair and tits. The second one commented that my cunt and ass were still gaping from the repeated DPs. He tried to piss into my cunt, but the angle was off or something and his stream hit my clit which was still swollen. The force and warmth of it felt amazing! Soothing and stimulating at the same time. I don’t know why but my knees snapped open and pulled up to my chest so he had better access to my clit even though I was still crying.



That convinced them that I was really into it. Robert saw this and told the other two to piss on my clit as well. They did and I became more aroused, squirming around in the puddle of piss, feeling an orgasm building. Robert pissed on me last. His stream was very strong and he really had to go, because he just kept massaging my clit with it. I felt so humiliated and aroused at the same time! Suddenly, I came! The others all thought that was funny and called me a piss slut.



But Robert was serious. He kneeled at the edge of the tub and grabbed my hair.



‘Do you know what Alpha dogs do to claim their territory?’ he asked. I was suddenly scared and shook my head.



‘They piss on their mates and weaker pack members! If they resist, they either leave the pack or a fight breaks out. If they accept it, they submit totally to the Alpha! You’re not fighting and if you leave you go just as you are –but you seem to have enjoyed it. So you now belong to me!”



Later that day one of them bought one of those metal spreader things the Gynocologist uses and they had fun using my mouth and cunt as a urinal in between fucking. One had the idea to open my ass and use that as a urinal too, but 5 guy’s worth of pee acted like an enema and the mess put them off. After that they satisfied themselves with fucking me.



All except Robert. Every time he pissed, he took me to the bathroom and made me kneel in the tub with my mouth open. One time, he stuck his cock in my mouth, told me to keep it there, and let go, nearly drowning me.



His piss was shooting out my mouth around his cock, out my nose, and down my chest! I was choking on the stuff running down my throat and finally gagged and threw up all over myself.



All the while he kept telling me that I truly belonged to him now, because no one else would want a filthy slut like me and I was only good for whatever he wanted to use me for. He said I should be grateful he would look after me. I was crying — and feeling that he was right. And I came again, without being touched.”



On the last night, they took her to a piercing parlor where she was tied down and gold rings were inserted in each nipple, each of her inner labia and under her clit — reminders from the 5 men of their mastery of her. The one under her clit was soldered shut, making it permanent — that was from Robert. Afterward they made her suck off the piercer.



Then they took her back to the room and used her mouth and ass until it was time to leave. They gave her an oxycodone and several shots of Jim Beam and put her on a plane to our airport still dressed in her Las Vegas whore’s clothes — and that’s how I found her.



As she came through the gate she saw me and burst into tears. I tried to hug her but she asked me to be gentle, she hurt everywhere. I asked her what happened, but she only replied that it had been a four-day adventure and she was exhausted.



When we got home I gave her a few minutes to unwind and then took her in my arms. She winced and pulled back.



“What is going on?”



In tears again, she removed her top and dropped her skirt, revealing the bandages and then gingerly removing them. I was expecting bruises on her tits and probably other parts of her body, but the piercings stunned me.



“What…? Why…?”



Jaye was trembling and crying.



“I…They…I had to….”



I took her in my arms as gently as I could. Between sniffles she told me about the round robin fucking and the evening with the stripper, culminating in them taking her to the piercing parlor and holding her down, but leaving out the pissing part.



I was getting angry and she tried to calm me and not blame Robert. It had been a booze and sex filled weekend that got out of hand. She could have said something about the piercings but was in submissive slut mode and didn’t really notice as her labia were pierced (it just felt like the alligator clamps I use on her). She came awake quickly as the needle went into her nipple. But by that time the damage was done.



I told her we would remove the rings and we were done with Robert, but she asked me to wait and calm down. Besides, they would be expecting the rings when they saw her again.



“Big fucking deal!” I said, “We’re not seeing any of them again!”



“B, please! Calm down. Let’s sleep on it. My nipples are too sore to take the rings out right now. And besides, this one under my clit (she winced as she lifted up her clit to show it) is on permanently — we’ll have to have it cut off. Do you know anyone in town you want to have me spread my legs for so they can cut your wife’s clit ring off?”



I had to back off at that one. Word would be all over town in hours.



Finally, we crawled into bed — Jaye very gingerly after re-bandaging her piercings.



“Do you want my mouth or ass, B?”



“I’m not really in the mood!”



“Punishment fuck?”



“Too angry”



“I understand. Robert said you would be.”



“I’m never allowing you to go out alone again!”



“Thank you, B! I wish you had been there and been the one who saved me!”



“Well, it’s done now!”



“Yes, my love, it is.”

The deed is done



December, 2010



This Thanksgiving things changed. Well, actually before Thanksgiving.



We have been partying with Robert almost every month for most of the year. He is our preferred play partner for her, and we have modified our Adventuring schedule to coincide with his availability — in fact, we have dropped contact with most of our “collection.” Jaye e-mails him nightly, and talks to him on the phone several times a week — sometimes both of us on speaker, sometimes she takes the phone into our bedroom. An hour later she calls me in. There on the bed or stuffed into her cunt or ass is the big Black dildo. Her face and chest is flushed, her eyelids drooping, nipples and clit swollen. We have some great fuck sessions after his phone calls. And, I was talking to him at least once a week. He and I had an easy going friendship but it was obvious that He was lead dog.



One evening as we lay in bed and she stroked my cock, Jaye pointed out that Robert always made a point of taking health precautions for our Adventures, always showed up with a recent blood test to prove he was STD free, and he never complained about our rule to use condoms like some of the others. I pointed out that with two other white couples in his “stable” he had a real incentive to be safe.



Jaye agreed and then surprised me by suggesting that we could probably allow him to bareback her. I looked at her. She said she knew the rules and would not break them if I said no, but Robert seemed safe and she loved feeling a man cum in her – the simultaneous feeling of submission and power.



Then, as she continued to stroke me, she pointed out that I liked to clean her and hadn’t had a chance for years except my own because of the condom rule.



Her hand speeded up on my now-hard cock.



“I’ve seen how you look at Robert’s and James’ Black cocks. They’re as thick as Jamal’s. You’re thinking about having one in your mouth, aren’t you? And don’t lie — your cock is giving you away! Maybe you want it someplace else, too! (giggle)”



With that I pushed her off and rolled her into a doggie position, sliding my rock hard cock into her fast and hard. She came almost immediately. When I had come, she rolled over on her back and I cleaned her, bringing her to her Big Bang.



After we were done we talked. I asked her if she was serious about bare-backing Robert and she said yes.



What about James? She wasn’t sure. She knew Robert was faithful in his way to his women and careful but James was younger and she wasn’t sure how safe he was.



D’arnell? No. He was too young and she was sure he fucked around too much.



What about other guys? No. She was sure. Just Robert.



I wasn’t sure even about Robert. There was an intimacy in bare-backing that we had steered away from in addition to the health and safety aspects.



A few nights later, she brought it up again. I reminded her that we had promised to look out after each other, knowing our weaknesses for certain personality types. Plus, she had remarked several times about Robert’s effect on he and how she needed protection. Ever since I had forgiven them about the Vegas trip, she had me present, at least watching, whenever they were together.



“I don’t think I want to be protected from Robert anymore. I like being submissive to him. I feel safe. He knows how far to take me and when to pull me back. And you would still be there as my ultimate safety. Besides, after what we have been through with him in the last couple of years, there isn’t much to save me from.”



She flipped the ring in her clit hood to emphasize the point. But the ring also reminded me that I hadn’t always been there as her ultimate safety with Robert — at her urging.



A week later, she brought it up again, and as we talked, she was stroking and sucking me again, bringing on an erection, playing softly with my balls. She would bring me close to cumming and ask me if it was all right to let Robert bareback her. I would say no and she would back off, then bring me closer and ask again if she could have Robert cum in her.



After a while I wasn’t sure of anything much except that I wanted to cum.



Again and again to the brink, telling me how much she would enjoy it and how much I enjoyed seeing her enjoy.



“No…” again – but weaker.



She speeded up and kept talking about how I would love eating the tons of cum he shoots, and how I would clean his cum-coated Black cock.



“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Sucking his thick Black cock and tasting his cum and mine, feeling the thickness and weight of his Big Black Cock in your mouth?”



“Yes!” I shouted and she increased her jerking on my cock, then shoved her finger up my ass hard.



I exploded.



“So, it’s settled then!” She said as she scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me.



Barebacking wasn’t what I had agreed to, but… Actually, I had had similar thoughts for a while, but had been scared by the implications.



She e-mailed him that night and told/asked him. He called her back on the phone and was delighted, then made her put me on and tell him it was OK with me.



When I said yes, he told me to shave my cock and balls as part of getting ready for our Thanksgiving meet.



We arrived at the airport, Jaye glowing from being fucked by a bootblack during our two-hour Chicago stop-over. She hadn’t cum and the fuck just made her hornier.



After landing, she headed straight for the Ladies while I looked for Robert and James. Robert had told me to come with only the clothes on my back and shaving gear. Jaye had been told to bring a few more things but it all fit into one large purse.



My wife came out of Ladies, dressed in a button-down-the-front blouse, mini-skirt that ended just below her crotch, the usual hoop earrings, Queen of Spades necklace, 6″ high spike heels, heavy mascara, eye liner and lipstick.



She ran over to Robert and gave him a huge sloppy wet kiss while she rubbed her crotch into his. Then she did the same to James. Each time, the skirt rolled up, revealing her bare ass to everyone at the airport baggage area.



We went out front to the car, which D’arnell was driving. Robert and James sat in back on either side of Jaye, me in front looking back.



Their hands were all over her, and they had her skirt flipped up and blouse unbuttoned before we even left the airport — a great view for the guy in the toll booth.



I asked where we were staying and Robert said we were going to his house. This was different. Usually we stayed in a hotel and gave them keys.



On the ride over, Jaye came twice from them fingering her cunt and ass. She sucked both men but not to completion, and tried to slide her crotch onto both cocks but there wasn’t enough room in the car.



Jaye arrived flushed and horny. We walked in and were greeted by his wife, Maggie. Jaye was a little awkward: the anticipation of getting Black banged again – and bare-backed by Robert — and the foreplay on the way over had caused her to forget that if we were at Robert’s house for Thanksgiving, his wife would be there too. Now here my wife was, hair messed up, whore make-up smeared, her blouse open and revealing a bare tit decorated with a gold ring in a very long, very aroused nipple!



Maggie, a well-upholstered (large breasts and hips), late 40s-something, tall – 5’10″ – beautiful Black woman made light of it, welcoming her into her home and giving her a big hug.



Sensing Jaye’s awkwardness, she laughed,



“Lawd honey, don’t feel strange. I know all about ya and my man!”



“And you are all right with this?”



“Sure, honey! I saw a long time ago that Robert was too much man for any one woman! His first two baby mamas didn’t understand though, and that’s how I got him! He pays the bills and takes care of me, if you know what I mean, and I don’t care where the extra goes!”



She winked,



“Sometimes I get a little attention from the men sniffing around for his bitches.”



“I gotta say though, you are the first he has brought home! Let’s have a look at ya!”



And with that she pulled open Jayes’ blouse and hefted her tits.



“Small, but nice, particularly for her age Robert.”



Then she rolled the long nipples in her fingers and pulled on the rings as Jaye moaned.



Maggie looked at James.



“This the one you gave her?” “No, mine is in her cunt!”



“Spread ya legs honey!”



With that Maggie pulled up Jaye’s skirt, stroked her cunt lips and tugged on her rings. Jaye bit her lip, let out a moan and her knees sagged. Wetness glistened down her inner thighs.



“Well she sure is hot to trot! You guys must have worked her over real good on the way home!”



Finally, Maggie hooked her finger into the clit ring. “And this is yours, Robert?” “Yep!”



She pulled it gently but firmly, drawing a weak wail from Jaye and causing her to step forward, led by the ring. Then she pulled up on it causing Jaye to rise up on her toes and wail louder.



Maggie grabbed Jaye by the hair with her free hand and tilted her head up while still pulling on the clit ring.



“Two things to remember, white bitch: First, Robert is mine and nobody tries to take him away; second, we are partners – everything he owns, I own, too! Got that?”



My wife whimpered “Yes, Ma’am!”



(If all this sounds reminiscent of Jamal in Jamaica, it should. As I said, Robert had heard the full story and how we had reacted to it. He told me later that he had arranged the scene with Maggie. But I think there was as much real as there was play-acting on her part.)



With that, Maggie let go and took Jaye in Her arms for a big hug.



“She’s wonderful, Robert! Welcome to our home, Honey! D’arnell! Bring out those snacks! Honey, it’s almost midnight and I have a million things to do tomorrow so I’m going to bed. You came here for some hot dickin so I’ll let y’all get on with it!



(She looked at me for the first time)



“I hear you like to watch and do what you’re told?”



“Yes Ma’am! — and play.”



“Well, I imagine you’ll get your fill of all three this weekend! Don’t play with yourself too much, though….you might need your strength!”



And with that she gave us both hugs (and squeezed Jaye’s tit) and kisses and headed off to bed, telling us where the bathroom was and which towels were ours.



The room fell silent. And then my wife said



“Gaawd I need some cock!”



With that James and D’arnell pulled her over to the couch and bent her over, exposing their Black cocks, longer than mine even though still soft. D’arnell plopped onto the couch and pulled Jaye’s head forcefully to his Black cock.



“I want some of what you were given out in the car, bitch!”



She opened her mouth wide and plunged her head down onto it, then up, then back down, wetting it and taking it deeper each time, putting to good use the practice she had been doing with the 12″ Black dildo.



At the same time, James had flipped up her skirt and positioned that sausage of a Black cock at her cunt. He rubbed it for a moment, then paused to put on a condom, and pushed in hard.



“Oh Gawd! I’ve been dreaming of this all week! Give me that big cock, James! Pound me! Hurt me!”



And he did.



“Yes! Yes! Ugh! Yes! AhhowwYes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled as she came.



D’arnell then grabbed her head and pushed his long, skinny Black cock slowly as far down her throat as he could. He held her like that for a moment while James stroked hard and deep into her cunt until she started to choke and convulse, whether from orgasm or asphyxia. I had seen her do this many times, and knew she loved it, but the sight always blows me away.



Between the two of them they fucked her hard and fast, not even taking her clothes off. When James came, he changed places with D’arnell, who began to pound her cunt. James removed his condom and poured his cum all over his cock for Jaye to feast on and clean up. Her moans were punctuated at times with “Oww!”s as D’arnell in his excitement would occasionally push his long Black cock too far and bang her cervix. However, when he would pause she would urge him on again.



Somewhere in the course of her spit-roasting, she had a Big Bang, and collapsed to her knees, but they only paused a moment and then continued until they were sated.



When Jaye had sucked them both clean they gave her a swat on the ass, handed me their used condoms and left, telling her they would see her tomorrow for a serious fuck session.



After they left, Robert led her into the bedroom, and I followed. It had a queen bed, a cot, and a bench type arrangement that would allow Jaye to kneel at its side, presenting her ass, cunt and mouth in doggie position, or be mounted on its padded top either belly down or belly up. Robert called it a breeding bench. Additionally, there were several camera tripods and movie lights positioned around the bed. The bed had a rubber sheet and there were plastic tarps all over the floor: Robert was apparently expecting a lot of squirting.



He turned on the lights and cameras then stood there silently. Jaye’s demeanor became quieter. She embraced him, and he took her into his arms for a long kiss. Finally he stepped back.



“Get naked, B! Then undress her!!”



I obeyed, a little embarrassed about my shaved cock and balls, then removed her blouse and skirt. I knelt at the end of the bed.



Jaye melted into his arms and kissed him again, long and wet.



After returning the kiss, he had her remove his clothes and kneel next to me.



Looking up at him, even I had to admit he was gorgeous in a primal way: Over 6 feet tall, broad shoulders tapering down to narrow hips, huge biceps – one with a barbed wire tattoo encircling it, the other with his college fraternity brand burned into the flesh — ending in large hands with long delicate fingers (this was added by Jaye – fingers don’t do it for me), a rounded belly, small man boobs, tight round buns, and solid, highly muscled thighs. Between them hung His Black Cock — not the largest — 9″ or so when erect – but very thick, and wider at the base, topped by a rounded, un-circumsized mushroom head and backed by a huge set of balls. He was the human version of a Silverback Gorilla — power emanating from him.



“Hands behind your backs!”



He stood in front of Jaye and started stroking his Black cock in front of her.



“What do you want, Jaye?”



“I want to be fucked!”



“By whom?”



“By you!”



“How?” Jaye was starting to understand that the tone had changed from lusty gangbang to submission session.



“Any way you want, Sir”



“Any way?”



“Yes Sir, any way! And bareback, please. I want to feel your cum shoot into me!”



“So, you want to be my bitch?”



“Sir! I AM your bitch!”



“If you’re my bitch, I must be your Master, right?”



“Yes, sir! You are my Master!”



(What? This was going way past, “You don’t need to use condoms!”)



He grabbed her hair and pushed his Black cock into her mouth.



“I don’t give a crap about what you want! You knew before you came here with your cunt shaved and ass flushed out that you were here to serve me for the next 4 days. The only thing a bitch wants is to please her Master!”



She reached for his Black cock.



“Keep your hands behind your back, bitch! You don’t touch your Master’s Cock unless he tells you to! And even then you have to earn it!



She complied instantly. He pulled his Black cock out of her mouth and stood there, slowly stroking himself inches from her face, getting harder, letting the situation sink in on us.



“Now if you want me to bareback you don’t you think you ought to tell your husband that’s what you want?”



“Yes Sir!”



“Tell him!”



She turned her face to me.



“B, I want Robert to fuck me bareback and use me all weekend!”



Of course, we had been over all this on the phone and in e-mails, but Robert was playing it out for full effect — and the realization that we were entering into a very different relationship was sinking in on both of us. And being recorded.



(Again, he paused. His Black cock was hard now.)



He turned to me, his thick Black cock almost touching my lips, and started stroking it faster.



“You all right with that B?”



“Yes, Sir!” (I was a little surprised how easily I was falling into the submissive role and how right it felt. It had been years since the maintenance man in Jamaica, and although Robert had always been the lead dog, it had never been a Master/slave thing.)



“You want me to dump my cum into her?”



“Yes, Sir.”



“You know I’m gonna use this slut’s cunt, ass and mouth all weekend?”



“Yes, Sir!”



He moved his thick, hard Black cock closer, softly stroking my face with it, sliding down to graze my lips, then moving on. My jaw fell open at the silky caress.



He pulled back away from my face, still stroking his Black cock. My eyes focused on it like a mouse mesmerized by a snake — it was all I could see. All I wanted.



“I’m gonna loan her out, too. Maybe even sell her mouth and ass as well as her cunt! You all right with that, too?”



“Y.Y.Yes Sir!”



A drop of pre-cum emerged from his cock slit. I licked my lips, and leaned toward it. He pulled back.



“You want me to whore her out, don’t you?”



“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”



He moved close again and touched my lips with the tip, wiping the pre-cum onto them. (A reward?) Then he moved away.



“And you want to lick up my cum from her holes, don’t you?”



“Ohhhh! Yes, Sir.”



He continued stroking that magnificent Black cock – moving it toward my lips and then pulling away.



More pre-cum emerged. He squeezed it out onto my cheek and used the tip to rub it into my face. Another groan. (Where was Jaye? Why isn’t she doing something to save me? She knows my weakness. We are supposed to protect each other from ourselves. Gawd! I want this Dominant Black Man to control me. I want His Big Black Cock in my mouth and ass!)



“And you know it’s gonna be that way between us from now on. Not just this weekend. Up until now you two have been swingers and kinky sex freaks. From now on, I own her. Whenever we get together, no more of your rules, no more threesomes with you, no more you fucking her before or after me. You only touch her when I say so and you don’t fuck her cunt at all when I am around!”



“Y,y,yes Sir.”



“And you want it that way, don’t you?”



“Yes, Sir!”



Another drop of pre-cum. This time He let it drop off the tip, making a long, thick ribbon that fell on my waiting tongue. Then He rubbed the leaking tip over my lips. Definitely a reward.



“If that’s what you want, shouldn’t you ask me?”



“Please, Sir fuck my….”



“NO Fool! BEG ME!”



Suddenly something in my brain flipped! In a pleading voice I said



“Please Master, please fuck my wife bareback! Shoot Your cum into her! Please use her — use both of us – any way You want! She’s yours! We both are!”



Next to me, Jaye gasped.



i had never thought i would ever do something like this! i was not only handing over control of my wife but of myself too. This wasn’t adventure role playing in Jamaica. It was real life.



“Open your mouth!”



He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me on and off His Black Cock several times.



“Too late, boi! Like you heard, she’s already my bitch! Has been for 2 years! But now you are, too!”



Leaving me alone in my shame, He pulled out and dragged her to her feet by her hair, held her in His big arms and gave her a long wet kiss which she returned, grinding her naked body into His.



Suddenly the mood changed again – from D/s to romance.



She melted her body into His and they kissed again, their hands were all over each other. Softly, lovingly. She dropped to her knees in front of Him.



“What do you want?” (Spoken gently)



“Please let me suck your cock, Master!”



“What will you do to earn it? Eat my ass?”



(Snap! Back to D/s – Jaye’s eyelids were starting to droop and she was obviously breathing through her mouth)

“B, beg me to let her eat my ass!”



“Please Sir, let her stick her tongue up Your ass hole and lick it!”



“What about you, bitch?”



“Yes Sir, please let me eat your ass out!” (Jaye had done the act for the first time in Jamaica, and a time or two since, but it was rare)



He lay on the bed and raised his legs. My wife moved her head between His ass cheeks and started to lick and suck.



“Make your tongue hard and push in!”



“Deeper!”



“B, push her head in right!”



i placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed my wife’s face into His Black ass, released and did it again until she got the rhythm.



After a while He told her to move up to His huge balls — she happily gave them a tongue bath, licking and sucking them individually into her mouth. Finally, He gave her permission to suck His semi-erect cock. But no hands.



After several minutes, He pulled her up to Him and they kissed deeply (back to romance mode).



Gently, He rolled her onto her back. She automatically splayed her knees as wide and high as she could, giving Him full access to her juicing cunt. He got up on His knees in preparation for mounting her and called me over.



“B, stick My cock into your wife’s cunt!”



Master’s Big Black Cock was hard now and heavy, with veins bulging. My fingers barely encircled it.



With one hand i spread Jaye’s cunt lips and with the other i grasped Him at the base, which left 5 to 6″ of thick sausage sticking out, and rubbed the mushroom against my wife’s cunt lips, gently separating them and easing past the cunt and clit rings emplaced as trophies by Her Black masters.



“By the way, it’s not your wife’s cunt anymore! She’s not your wife, she’s my bitch and I own her cunt!”



“Yes, Sir.”



“And you want it that way, don’t you?”



“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” (The submissive side of me had taken over completely. The Dominant side seemed to be locked in a closet where it could see what was happening, but was powerless to control anything.)



i pressed the thick Black rod between her cunt lips about half the depth of the mushroom, then out, spreading the juices around her cunt mouth. Then in deeper, then out, then in deeper.



When i had Him inserted up to my hand, Master (as i now thought of Him) told me to move away, and started a slow, gentle rhythm. Her eyes were closed now, her arms around His thick body, moaning softly about how wonderful He felt.



Primed by the boys and with her head in full submissive slut mode, she was soon moaning louder, eyes closed, mouth slack, her white body softly undulating under His rounded Black belly, her legs wrapped around His massive thighs, arms around His neck, pulling Him deeper into her.



The light glinted off her wedding and engagement rings. The force of His thrusts made her small tits jiggle and the nipple rings bounce. i don’t think i had ever seen her more beautiful.



Then He flipped her onto her belly and started pounding into her. The sight of His massive Black body enveloping her, and her white skin contrasting with His Blackness, moaning and urging Him on, was so beautiful, i was in awe for a moment, then started jerking my cock in time with His thrusts.



Finally He pulled her to her knees and told me to get underneath her in a 69. In this position i had a view of His thick Black Cock sliding into her cunt only inches from my face. She grabbed my cock and started to suck but He told her not to and as soon as He started His rhythm, she just held on and moaned about how good He felt.



His tempo increased and so did her moans urging Him on, to fuck her, to cum in her. Suddenly He growled and stiffened and she let out a yell.



“Oh gawd! I can feel him shoot into me! So hard! And it’s so hot!”



He slapped her ass and told her to talk only to Him, her Master.



Underneath them i could see His cock and balls pulse time and again and felt Master’s bitch squirt onto my face.



After a short pause, He started to bang away at her again. Faster and faster. Then i saw it — His cum mixed with her juices whipped to a froth and pushed out of her cunt along His Black shaft.



Her Big Bang approached and she begged for permission to cum. After it hit, Master rode it out, pulling more orgasms from her, then stopped and withdrew.



As He did, His now-softening 9″ of very thick Black cock covered in white foam flopped onto my face. i quickly opened my mouth and sucked on what i could reach.



She was hit by another spasm, and then another, which resulted in gobs of cum being pushed out to fall into my open mouth. Again i swallowed and started to clean, but she was too weak to stay on her knees. She flopped on her back and i gently continued to bathe her cunt with my tongue while she licked and sucked our Master clean.



After one or two more spasms from my tongue while they cuddled, Jaye said she was too sensitive and needed to rest to be ready for tomorrow.



Master grinned and wished us a good night, turned off the cameras and lights, and left for His bedroom and Maggie. On the way out, He told me to sleep on the cot.



Jaye rolled over and hugged me.



“Thank you so much for this, B. But you haven’t had any yet! You can’t have my cunt, but I’ll jerk you off if you want!”



So i took her up on a slow, gentle hand job. When i came she directed my cum over her tits and cradled my head, cooing like a mother to a baby, as I licked it off.



“What was that about you giving both of us to him? What happened to my man being my man? And protecting me?”



“I thought you didn’t want to be protected from him.”



“Not from him, but there are other aspects. You can’t look after me if you are his slave! What’s going on in your head?”



“I don’t know. The feelings and words just flowed out. You didn’t stop me. But, it’s just for the weekend, right?”



She lifted my head off her tits and looked at me for a long moment then hugged me to her breast again.



“We’ll see.”



We cuddled a little more, then she told me to go to the cot, where i ran my mental video of the evening over and over until i fell asleep.



Thanksgiving Day:



i woke up to piss about 6AM. Master’s bitch was gone.



On my way back i passed by Master’s and Maggie’s bedroom. The door was half open and i could see Master, doing Maggie doggie style, Her ass cheeks rippling with the thrusts and Her large boobs swinging wildly.



But the startling thing was that Master’s bitch was underneath Maggie in a 69 as i had been last night (i couldn’t see her face because of Maggie’s heavy thighs, but her wedding rings were visible as she gripped Maggie’s hips.)!



As i watched, Maggie came, moaning. He looked up and told me to come in.



“Clean up your Mistress!”



He ordered as He rolled off. Master’s bitch moved out from under Mistress and commenced to lick His deflating cock.



i approached the bed and lowered myself between Mistress’s wide spread thighs and thick bush. There was cum all over.



“Get to work boi! I got a dinner to get ready!”



So i commenced to lick and suck Master’s cum from Her hairy snatch through a massive orgasm while Master’s bitch cleaned her Bull. (This became our morning routine: Master would service Mistress with his cock and Jaye and i would service Them with our mouths)



While i was working on Mistress, Master and His bitch left the room. When i was done and She was coming down, i started to head back to our room, passing by Their master bath on my way out.



Through the partially open door i could see Master at the john, His bitch kneeling next to him and holding His Big Black Cock while He pissed. When He was done He shoved it into Her mouth to lick off and swallow the last drops. i was shocked — but she wasn’t hesitating. Quietly, i headed back to our bedroom.



After breakfast, Master and i set up the cameras and computers in our bedroom while Mistress and Master’s bitch made dinner, calling bitch in from time to time to strip down to check focuses, lighting balances and angles.



Dinner was just the 4 of us — D’arnell was at his Mother’s, James was with his baby momma and kid. Mistress and Jaye then laid out a spread for evening sandwiches, while Master and i set up the keg and hard liquor.



James and D’arnell showed up about 2 and Mistress left to spend the rest of the day and evening with Her Mother and sisters.



As soon as She left, Master told His bitch and i to strip, and after feeling her up until she was squirming, the boys took her into the bedroom. i followed, turned on the cameras, and buried my face in her cunt and ass, licking her until she was sopping wet and ready for them, while she sucked them in turn and they played with her tits and nipple rings.



Then they started to fuck. i checked the cameras again to make sure everything was running, then went out to Master. The scene in the bedroom, besides being recorded, was being piped into the big screen TV in the den.



i watched. As usual, it was beautiful and stirred something in my psyche, but I was thinking of other things. i asked Master about last night — had it been role playing or real?



“Does it matter? Either way the result is the same for the rest of the weekend. But, you and Jaye are a special couple. If I tried to enforce total control on you two, you would leave. Then we all lose – I lose her as a submissive slut to dominate, she loses a source of safe Black cock and the threatening situations she gets off on, and you lose the ability watch her get fucked and to suck my cum out of her – and periodically to suck my cock. All could be replaced in time, but we have a great thing going right now. I’m satisfied with total control while we are together.



So again — it doesn’t matter if it was for real or role playing — the result for all three of us this weekend is the same. Jaye is up for playing it out 100%. How about you?”



“i guess so”



He fished His Black Cock out of His sweatpants and started to jack it off.



“Come over here.”



i got on my knees and shuffled over to His spread legs, my eyes once again fastened on His sausage. He peeled back the foreskin and kept stroking until He saw me lick my lips.



“Don’t guess. Be sure.”



i was sure. i had thought about it for hours last night as i lay on the cot. This was not role playing for a weekend. Jaye had made her decision. This was to be her life. And although part of me tried to fight it, i knew what my decision had to be. i could only hope Jaye would accept me in a submissive role to Master. An emerging drop of pre-cum from Master’s Black Cock sealed the deal.



“Yes, Master, i’m sure. 100%”



“Good, then prove it by sucking on my Big Black Cock, pussy boi, so I can fuck my bitch with it!”



Pulling down His sweat pants, i freed His thick Black cock and hefted it, then lowered my head onto it, pushing my tongue into His pee-slit to capture the pre-cum. The rubbery head felt so good in my mouth.



Although i had fluffed or cleaned a couple of cocks during our Adventuring over the last 5 years, the situations had always required that i hold back control for our safety. Between Master’s legs, i felt totally safe and just let go as i had in Jamaica.



i swirled my tongue around it and then gently closed my lips and started sucking. Copying my wife, i lowered my head further on each stroke, making sure to keep my lips soft and wet. Wet was no problem: after a few strokes my saliva was running freely down His Big Black Cock.



As He began to harden and lengthen, and my mouth stretched to engulf it, i slipped even deeper into sub-space. The Big Black Cock in my mouth was the only thing in my world. So much so that i was not aware that the scene in the bedroom had ended and Master’s bitch and the boys were standing there watching us.



“I thought so!” His bitch exclaimed.



“You didn’t waste any time, cock sucker!”



i started to lift up but Master pushed my head back down on His meat.



“Remember, he gave both of you to serve me any way I wanted if I would bareback you. Not a bad deal — for me. Right now he’s getting me ready to give you another load. Did you loosen her up boys?”



They said they had, all three holes, and Master’s bitch confirmed that she was primed.



The three of us headed for the bedroom. Jaye finished stripping Master and once again melted into His arms, kissing Him like it was their wedding night, their hands all over each other. He lowered her onto the bed, spread her legs, and told me to check if her cunt and ass were ready.



Eagerly, i pushed my tongue into both holes. There was no resistance.



Again, He had me guide His Big Black Cock into her cunt a little at a time. She wanted it harder and kept arching her back trying to impale herself. He told me not to let her, so i held her down with one hand while i pushed His Black sausage into her. She groaned at the teasing. Finally He was in and told me to kneel at the side of the bed, hands behind my back.



He started to stroke into her slowly, building up speed and a rhythm. She was undulating her body underneath Him, receiving his thickness deep into her, covering it with her juices.



Suddenly, He stopped and withdrew. She cried out and wrapped her legs around His hips to pull Him back in.



He held her legs back and told me to push His cock into her ass. Once again i grasped that thick club but this time rubbed it around her anus. It was stretched from her earlier session with the boys and His Big Black Cock was wet from her cunt so the head went in on the first push. Then out, then i pushed it in harder.



“Yessss! Oh yesssss!” Hissed the slut underneath Him.



i jammed His Black Cock deeper in several more times. She whimpered a little and I took perverse delight in her discomfort. At about half way, He waved me away.



He started a rhythm — slow, pause to let her process, then a little faster. i could tell from her moans and encouragement that she was truly primed and He could have gone faster and harder, but He was making a point: He was in control.



She reached her hands down to play with her clit and he slapped her face. Another proof He was now in control — He had never hit her in the 4 years we had been playing together.



Long strokes all the way in (“AAGH!”) and back out, finally all the way out, then back into her gaping ass until He could go in and out totally without stopping.



His bitch was urging Him on, telling Him how good it felt and how she wanted to feel His hot cum in her ass.



On one outstroke, He shifted and pushed His Black cock into her mouth. She gagged. He stroked a few times then withdrew and went back into her ass in one hard stroke.



Now He was alternating: ass, mouth, ass, mouth. His bitch was grunting and moaning, her head snapping back and forth, her nails raking Master’s back. It occurred to me that James and D’arnell were getting a real show on the TV.



He speeded up, but still kept up His alternation between her holes. Finally, He came with a series of grunts which triggered another orgasm in her.



“Yes! Yes! Yes! It feels like a stream of hot water up my ass!”



He lay on top of her awhile while He stroked her hair and played with her nipples. She was cooing and stroking His chest. i could tell she hadn’t cum but she obviously didn’t mind. After a few minutes, He rolled off her, and told me to clean the goo that was starting to ooze out of Her stretched asshole.



She was sucking His Big Black Cock clean of her cunt and ass juices and His cum, but guided my Head to her cunt first, an unspoken order to bring her off. i alternated between holes until she was clean and had Her Big Bang.



As she came down, Master took her hand and led her to the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. In a couple of minutes, i heard the shower running and figured He wanted some private time, so i made sure the cameras were ready for the next events.



Shortly after, Master’s brother and nephew arrived. They were the other two of the five who took Jaye to Vegas.



He introduced us by our new names — bitch and pussy boi — and had me serve them drinks on my knees and then suck His brother and the boys hard while they took their turns fucking His new bitch.



Over the rest of the afternoon and evening 8-10 guys wandered in and out to see Master’s new bitch. In between being taken into the bedroom by the “family,” bitch proudly paraded around naked, being groped and pushed to the floor for cock sucking and ball and ass licking to the laughter and jeers of whoever was there.



During the bowl games, the TV was shifted to them. Bets were made on each quarter and bitch had to perform whatever act the winners wanted. i was kept busy serving drinks and licking balls and assholes, and again taken into the bedroom to suck Master hard so that He could shoot into His bitch.



Mistress came home around 10 and the remaining guys left. Master took His bitch and i into the bedroom where we both sucked Him hard and then He fucked her on the soaked tarp. She had been fucked 12 times, six of them in her cunt, and it was getting raw. This last one i could tell wasn’t pleasurable for her but He wanted it so she did it. i cleaned up and He left us.



About an hour later, Master called us to His bedroom.



“Your Mistress wants some. bitch, you get Her ready and pussy boi, you get Me hard!”



In a few minutes, both Master and Mistress were ready and Master administered a long, masterful fucking which brought Mistress off twice, while bitch licked Her clit and i knelt at the side of the bed. When They were done i cleaned Mistress and bitch cleaned Master, then we were dismissed for the night. Back in our room, Master’s bitch reminded me that my place was on the cot. She didn’t offer to get me off.



Friday and Saturday were more of the same: both of us servicing Master and Mistress in the morning, Master cumming in bitch 3 to 4 times a day, and bitch taking any Black visitors in between.



My duties were mostly to clean His cum from her cunt and ass, firmly fixing my slave name as pussy boi, although one time Mistress grabbed me by the cock and dragged me into Her room while Master and James were busy with bitch. As i licked Her hairy snatch, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up on top of Her.



“Never had a white cock before! Show me what you got!”



It was the only time I got to sink my cock into a woman all weekend.



Friday was light, but Saturday, with more bowl games, was almost as busy as Thanksgiving. Additionally, Friday and Saturday nights we all went to some Black clubs.



Master’s bitch was dressed in her short skirt, see through blouse, hoop ear rings, high heeled shoes, and whore makeup. Master let it be known that she was available and she was passed from partner to partner who openly felt her up.



Mistress flirted with the Black men who were waiting a turn, finally latching onto one short, skinny guy.



Most of bitch’s partners wanted more than dancing. Master had her give several hand jobs, making sure she let them cum on her blouse, then get under the table and give blow jobs, making sure they came on her face. Several wanted to take her out back and fuck her, but Master said no until, on Saturday evening, one large Black man peeled off $100. bitch was sitting by Master’s side and looked at Him. Looking straight into her eyes, Master said,



“OK, go fuck her. But it’ll only cost $50 — she’s a cheap whore!”



Without hesitation, bitch took the stranger by the hand, looked around the table and asked,



“Anybody want to come watch a cheap whore get fucked?”



We all headed for the parking lot, except Mistress – she was on the dance floor with her “mouse”, pulling his head deep into her lush cleavage.



At his car, the john pulled open bitch’s blouse and proceeded to maul her tits and finger her cunt for the small crowd. Then he pushed her into the back seat and stood there while she sucked him hard. Finally, he pushed her back onto the seat, put on a condom, shoved his Black cock into her and started to fuck her hard.

With many thanks to Frank, from Go Bula! for ideas and the like.



*



Mary Ann-Carter Woodward had been an adventurous youth. In high school she’d met her now husband, but his family did not approve of them. He married Claudette Ash-burn and they had a daughter Jade. Meanwhile Mary Ann-Carter had finished her degree in Realty and her masters in Law. She was set to take the board when Brent Woodward, her high school sweetheart and Claudette separated. As in high school, their romance was re ignited and with his parents great disapproval they had moved in together before his divorce was finalized. It was not the last thing that she would do to shame the rich and old family.



They never cared for her, always considering her too low for their son. Unfortunately for them, she gave birth to Brent’s first-born son, the heir to the great Woodward name. Though they demanded Brent get blood tests, it was obvious the child was his and Mary had never been the slightest hint of anything but a doting, faithful wife, despite how much they slandered and loathed her.



She always tried to impress upon her in-laws how much she loved their son, but never seemed to make way. By the time her son, David was in school she had given up all together. Jade who went by Jazz, shared her grandparents feelings towards Mary and never referred to her in anything short of condescending. At thirteen she was all attitude, and at times too much attitude for either parents to handle. Mary would go round and round with her, and the grandparents over the phone.



At first her husband supported her without blemish, but the wars dragged on and he grew distant. The adventurous and fun spirit Mary had, as a youth, in college and before her marriage to Brent slipped away from her. The Mary Ann that looked back at her from the mirror of the mini- van was not the same she’d remembered of her youth. She was still very attractive. An overwhelming MILF so her co-workers called her, but something had died inside.



Her short black hair, recently bleached blond, did not help her as the promised print on the box said it would. She did not feel “more alive than ever before”. Twice a week she worked out at the fitness club, she ate right and dressed appropriately but inside she knew she wasn’t herself anymore.



“I am nearly forty…” She confided to her friend on her cell, pulling around the drop off circle at the school. “But I feel like I have been dead for years.”



“Awe, don’t say that Mary, we’ll go out this weekend, or something.”



She agreed and hung up, pulling next to the curb. It began to rain, just like the weather report swore it wouldn’t and she got soaked helping David out. A teacher’s aid took his hand at the door and asked her if she wanted to come in and dry off but she politely refused, “Have to go to work.” she said.



“Another time.” the man said.



Was he hitting on her? She gave him a look in the pelting rain before jumping back into the car. A cute guy, like an actor form television. But she would never go out with a Black guy… what was she thinking? She was married first, and about twice the man’s age! She shook her head and pulled back into traffic, “Oh Mary you are a shameful woman.” she scolded herself, “Everything the Woodward’s say about you is true!” she laughed at herself.



Later, still aroused by the man’s request for her company, however, she began to rub her husband’s shoulders. Brent gruff-ed: “Not tonight honey I have an important meeting tomorrow.”



“That is supposed to be my line.” She remarked, sitting up at the edge of the bed, feeling hopeless and lost.



“We have children, I work all the time to put food in their mouths and clothes on their backs.”



“Here we go… I’ll go pack for the guilt trip.”



“Don’t be a smart ass, I am tired. Can’t a man be tired once in a while?” he sighed and rolled over, besides you’re always horny…”



She frowned: “You used to like that about me…”



“I still do, just not tonight.”



She wasn’t going to push it or mention the fact that “Tonight” had been every night for the past year. His comments made her feel dirty, like there was something wrong with her. Was there?



Restless, Mary waited in bed for Brent to fall asleep. When she heard his purring slumber, she began to rub herself through the silk panties. Before she had fantasized about them on his boat or up in the cabins or on the beach. She would rub her clitoris softly, licking her fingers and moaning in sweet memory, herself to sleep. But this time was different. She remembered the rain splashing on her face and her shirt, wetting her braw and breasts, she remembered traffic and thought of the school, the man who offered her coffee. The Black man. Her finger slipped into her hot cunt and she came, a flood rushing over her. Tingly warmth and then still numbness. Sweet numbness, and sweet surrender. Her body was tight and then relaxed. She had frozen not to disturb the tranquil Brent beside her. Slipping her finger out, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it, slipping it between her lips she sucked her juices from it, pretending it was the man’s fingers. They would be thick, rough, Black. She trembled. Would she cum again? This was crazy. She rubbed her clitoris with her other hand, slipping it between the soaked panties and her groomed mound. She came instantly, with only slight play, her stomach muscles tensed and her she barely caught the yelp from escaping. She sighed and turned over, licking the other hand clean now. After a long pause, when she was sure Brent was still sleeping, she slipped her hands back down between her legs.



Mary didn’t get much rest that night, but her dreams were erotic and in the morning Mary decided she would find out if the young man was hitting on her or not.



In the morning, She made coffee, eggs and toast for Brent. She assisted the Nanny with David’s clothes and informed Jade several times what time it was and that she would be late. To which the young girl responded in Latin: “Your face doesn’t sleep with you!” However, being a college grad herself, and having to enjoyed her Latin classes equally, Mary quipped back, also in Latin: “Little potato!” and then in English. “Martial was a poor play write and it shows lack of character to quote him, and a lack of depth as well.”



More than a little relieved from wining the first round so easily, Mary retreated to the kitchen ready for more to come later. Brent informed her that Jade had just text him from the upstairs and that her friends were picking her up for school and that she (Mary) wouldn’t need to wait on her.



“I am sure she used more adjectives than that to refer to me.” Mary said warming Brent’s coffee to the rim.



“Nah.” Brent folded the news paper, “She must have been putting on her make up and didn’t have time, or extra use of her thumb.”



Mary took her cup of orange juice from the counter top, straitening David’s shirt when he re-entered the kitchen, having spilled cereal on the other shirt. “You’re off to an early start little man.” Mary said to his back. David always made her smile. The sight of Jade heading out the front door made her frown. She followed her through the window to the silver BMW, it belonged to Jade’s mother, Claudette. “Friends from school my ass.” she muttered. Jade and her mother Claudette were always together. Mary understood that having a relationship with a parent and child were important, but there’s was more a relationship of spite, anything to make life for Mary and Brent difficult.



“He is so funny no?” said the Nanny, Marcia, behind him. His backpack, she placed on the counter seemed almost as big as he was.



“You don’t have anything in there you are not supposed to, do you?” Mary asked, trying to think of anything else besides Claudette and her continual meddling.



“No mommy.” David shook his head and focused on the task of emptying his bowl without further incident.



Mary had resolved herself to the conclusion that if the Black man greeted her, that she would pursue a relation with him. That hopefully it would be a wonderful fling that might bring some excitement into her life. But, Mary was nervous, she had never considered the slightest possibility of committing adultery, much less even, being with a Black man. But here she was hoping to see if the same man was there to greet her, like yesterday. No such luck. There was relief actually, now she wouldn’t have to go through with it- and she wouldn’t have to think of herself as a coward for not doing it either. That was of course to assume that the man would want anything to do with her. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling around David’s drop off turn in front of the school. She was pretty, she thought. Shrugging she came to a halt then got out and walked around to David’s side, helping the little man out. Bag in hand he pecked her cheek and trotted off. She watched him go, then got in her van and drove to work.



She had been working for a realty firm until she passed the board and now that she had, was looking for a new job. She sent her resume to monster and other inter net sights, hoping no one from the Limited Liability Corporation would find out about her effort. They were always quick to fire people and though her sales had been top before, everything seemed in a slump lately.



It wasn’t long before Mary found herself wondering and wandering in the Internet. She GOOGLED “Large Black Dick” and was rewarded with a plethora of sights to choose from. She selected Images then, when the screen filled with them. Slid her hand under her desk. She couldn’t believe how horny she was. All around her, she heard the typing of her co-workers. She listened to them on the phones and chatting about things. And there she was, looking at porn… she came to her senses and clicked off the sites.



Her day was pretty much clear until two when she had an appointment to show a house out in the valley. She drove there at one after a meager lunch at the corner coffee shop, and readied the house for a showing. The couple was late, as usual and when a car pulled into the drive way it was almost three. “Sorry!” the Black middle aged man said, coming around the sidewalk and greeting her by the door.



Mary decided not to be mad when he took her hand in greeting. It was a massive hand and a firm but gentle shake. “Not at all Taylor James. Come in.” She backed into the door and held it open for him.



“I was waiting for my partner, but I don’t think she’s coming… call me TJ” he said.



“What a shame.” she smiled and taking his hand gently, “May I show you the house TJ?” she noticed that he was agreeable and was sure that she had made a positive impression on him, but could she? Would she? She didn’t even know the man… he would think that she was trying to use sex to sell the house… that still wouldn’t be bad, at least she would have a sale right?



The tour ended in the bedroom. Along the way they had shared coy responses with each other, “The shower is big enough for two?” he asked, “Depends how BIG you are TJ.” She smiled back.



In the bedroom, it was the end game, Mary turned and faced him squarely in the eyes: “What do you think?”



“I like… I like it very much.” he said coming up to her. Standing over her, looking down into her eyes.



“What will you’re wife think?” she asked, not looking away.



“Oh she’s not my wife… more of a partner.” He shrugged, “Besides, she’d does what she does, and I do what I do.” he took her in his arms and pressed his large lips against hers.



The smell of his cologne overcame her. Mary parted her lips and admitted his tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue sought his out as they embraced. She rubbed against his body with her own and felt it’s response. Warm and tingly, she wanted him. She wanted to feel alive and to be ravished, by a Black man, all the better. It would be like a dagger into the heart of her husband, who had ignored her want and need. Her in-laws would surely die of the humiliation- and what of her own? She stepped back from him, removing her blouse and skirt. She had dressed in black panties and bra from Victoria Secret, in hopes to seduce the man from school, and the effect was what she hoped on this man as well.



“Oh damn!” he quickly undid his pants, leaving his shirt on and took her to the bed. Removing her bra in a frenzy and taking her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Pushing her white breasts together with his large Black hands.



Mary moaned and wrapped her legs around him. They dry humped, kissed and fondled on the bed. Savoring each others forms, the contrast of their skin.”You are so big!” she said, rubbing his chest under his shirt.



“Wait till you see this.” he said kissing her neck and taking her hand to his crotch. “Take hold baby.”



Her hand dug into his underwear and fetched the thick, meaty member from it’s resting place. The heavy balls followed. “Oh my God!” she gasped and kissed him, open mouthed, “It’s huge!” she rolled him onto his back and slid down, gripping his large Black cock with both her hands. The head was sheathed in his uncircumcised hood. Mary pulled the lint from it and sucked the head into her mouth. She decided that she would not think about it, or regret it, but just do it. Slowly the member stiffened, making it more and more difficult for her to manage with her small mouth, but she fit what she could inside, bobbing up and down and licked and nibbled at the rest, jerking it softly with her hands. Her saliva and his soft Black shiny skin made squishy noises as her hands moved up and down the firm shaft.



“Oh baby you feel so good!” TJ held her head in place by her hair and watched as her soft white face and puffy lips covered his Black flesh with kisses. “Oh shit you are hot baby!” his hips gyrated up, meeting her face with thrusts. “Oh yes!” he groaned. “Oh Yes!”



“Mm!” she replied, sucking his dick as far into her mouth and throat as she could. “Mm!”



“Oh baby yes!” TJ gripped her head, not letting her move away and thrust himself up into her. A sudden, surprising, blast of hot cum shot into her throat. Mary didn’t have time to get ready, and she had no warning about the amount of cum that would flow. The blast of hot semen gagged her, choked her and made her jerk her head free of his hands. She pulled off of him as another load shot out of his dick. It caught her eyes, her nose and streamed her cheek to her neck and ear then splattered on the bed coverings too. “Oh no!” she gasped, grasping the black snake like a fire hose and stuffing it back into her mouth. She choked down what she could, coughing, gagging, and gulping. She couldn’t let the bed get stained with semen, the owners might find out what had happened. She could get fired, and would be ruined. She swallowed the semen, blast after long hard blast. Some of it backfilled up into her nose and blocked her from breathing. She had to open her mouth, but then hot cum poured out between her lips. She caught some with her hands and continued to swallow. Mary could have prepared for the amount of cum that filled her mouth and throat with each successive blast. “Ah! Yes! Ah! Yes! Ah! Oh! AH!” the man gyrated and shot more hot cum into her mouth than she had ever had in her life, collectively.



Mary gulped, and swallowed all that she could trying to keep up with the over flow. She could taste it, smell it and feel the hot blast filling her stomach. Like a warm vanilla shake. She choked on it. Her eyes watered and some rolled out of her nose. Her jaw ached.



TJ released the tight hold he had on her head and fell back into the bed, gasping. His dick, throbbing began to soften up.



Freed, She pulled her head off and gasped for air, but then quickly returned to his cock, cleaning it up and licking the cum up from his thigh catching it before it ran off the side to the comforter. She also sucked up the cum form the comforter, the owners would freak! she thought.



“Oh you like it don’t you girl?” he gasped. “Woo you are a freak!”



When she finally swallowed all that she could, she nodded, “I love it.” she gripped TJ’s dick again and rubbed it gently. “But what will um… your woman think?” she asked coyly.



“I think she’ll take the house.” he sighed, looking around the room, “Definitely.”



TJ didn’t kiss her again. For obvious reasons. She could taste his cum, still, when she was driving back after cleaning up the place and her face the best she could. Her hair had a dried clump in it and her make up was a mess- that she could fix. But she didn’t have any mouthwash or a toothbrush to get the Black man’s cum from her breath. Instead, she drank a diet coke and drove, quickly, to her sons school.



“Oh my GOD!” she checked the time. “I am so frig-gin’ late!” she called the school with a lie that she had been in an accident and was in route, they said that David was noticeably worried, but she would be able to find him in the teachers lounge, that one of the aids was watching him and since this had never happened before, she wasn’t in any trouble.



Then she called work and told her boss that she made the sale and that she would be by in the morning with the papers. He was all happy, the house was a difficult one to sell because of it’s particular design and it’s abhorrent local.



That out of the way she put her phone down and thought about what she had just done. She never would have believed she was capable of such a thing. To screw around on her husband. She knew that it would never be the same between them now. Though she felt, as many women do, that a blow job doesn’t constitute adultery, because you don’t have to get naked and the president SAID it wasn’t sex… she knew that Brent would not be very pleased. To him oral sex was more intimate than any other form because it involves the mouths, which are used for kissing and saying ‘I love you.’ Mary shook her head. “There are two ways you can go forward Mary, with shame… or live.” she stepped on the gas, checking the time again, “Fuck sake!”



At the school, the lights were out and it was dark. She parked at the half circle pick up and tried the double doors. They were locked. She came around to the side but those doors were locked as well. It wasn’t until she found the side doors to the offices, and she remembered what they said about David being in the teacher’s lounge, that she found entry. The halls were all dark and her heels made an echo. “Hello?” she called out.



“Hi”



Mary jumped with a start and turned around to find the young Black man who had helped her in the rain. “Oh my GOD!” her hand went to her chest. “Hi” she gasped, “You scared me.”



“Sorry… Al Gore day, you know how it is… conserving power though at this time, most of the lights are on a timer any how.” He turned away, “I was getting a coffee.”



“David?”



“He is in the play room.”



Mary adjusted her hair, when she found the dried clump, she tucked it behind her ear, nervously, “Um… did you call my husband or leave a message at home or anything?”



“Was going to, but then you called, Cream?” he asked pouring a cup from the stand set up in the hall.



“No thanks, I don’t drink… coffee.” she said. Her heart was still racing.



The man stirred his and walked with her back to the play room. As he said, there David was sprawled out on the floor with his books and some toys, he looked bored. A television played cartoons behind him. It was a room for the younger children but, “It works well to hold the kids until their parents arrive.”



“I really appreciate it.”



“How much.” he smiled at her.



“What is that?” she asked smiling, “Are you hitting on me?”



“I am.” his smile broadened.



“Do you even know how old I am?”



“Does it matter? I find you very attractive, very beautiful.” he put his coffee down and leaned on her, “Very hot.”

Mary blushed, suddenly aware that there may still be cum on her breath. “I have had a long day.” she confessed.



“I understand.” he pulled away.



Mary’s hands grasped his arm and one fell to his side before he separated himself completely, “It’s not that… but I am already late.”



“Yeah I get it.” he waved off her plea for understanding.



“No really.” She took a firm grip of his arm, “I have been thinking about you since the day before, in the rain, how polite you were and kind.” she blushed, “I mean, I was thinking: ‘can this young guy really be hitting on me?’ Were you?”



He smiled and took hold of her small waist gently, “I have been thinking about you for a long time Mary. Why do you think I volunteered to watch little David?”



“And I appreciate that, very much.”



“And again… I’ll ask, how much?”



The mood had changed from cautious intrigue to playful between them. They stood by a four foot window, in the hall, which kept David in plane view of them, and like wise he could see them from the buckle up. “This much.” she held her hands about a foot apart.



“And how much is that?”



Mary took hold of his waistband, “I thought you might show me.”



David watched his mother and his teacher’s aid in the hall. He was worried that he would have been forgotten, but then when his mom showed up he was relieved, and now she was talking to the aid in the hall for a long time. Was he in trouble? Did he do something wrong? Worried, again. and fretting. David picked up a paper and some crayons and began to draw the window. Drawing always calmed him. When he went to draw the aid and his mom he only saw the aid. The hall was dark. He had to stand to get a better view. Then he saw his mother, or at least the top of her head. What was she doing down there?



“Oh Christ you feel good!” the young black man leaned back on the window. “Oh SHIT!”



(SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLOP! SLURP!) Mary worked her head back and forth along the long black shaft. The man rested a hand on the back of her head and watched her soft lips curl back along the ruff edges of his dark meat. Her pale face next to his dark skin. “OH BABY! This is better than I thought it would be!” (SLURP! SLOP! SLURP! SLURP! SLOP! SLURP!)



“Mm!” she hummed, working her tongue on the bottom of his dick, jerking him off while licking his heavy black balls, on her knees before him: “Ooh your dick is so big!” she kissed his thigh, where his pants had fallen down then returned to sucking him off. (SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!)



“Oh not yet baby!” he moaned and helped her back up to her feet then turned her to face the glass. Her breasts squished against the window stretching her silk blouse. From David’s side, one could see her nipples clearly through the black braw, but David watched TV.



Mary was relieved that he didn’t see them. Maybe the windows were tinted? She never thought to look before and didn’t’ care to bring it up now, not with the large black dick preparing to enter her. She cooed in excitement and reached back for him. But he pulled away and dropped to his knees. He snatched her black panties down and covered her wetness with his tongue, digging deep into her warm, soft pussy. “OH GOD Yes! OH fuck!” her body quivered and she grabbed her breasts. It had been so long since any one had eaten her out. Brent hadn’t done it since David was born and before that, not often. The sensation was overwhelming. In moments she came in a torrent. “Fuck sake!”



“I never thought you would talk so nasty!” he kissed her neck standing up behind her.



Mary could not respond, but only whimpered in her delight and shame. She glanced at David, who sat cross legged and memorized by the TV “Good.” she thought. Then, turning to face the Black teacher’s aid, hiked her skirt in the front and fed his long erection into her more than ready, hungry, pussy. “I want you!” she gasped. “So bad!”



The man grunted and shoved upward, thrusting his dick all the way into her deep warmth, “You want it, you got it.” The sensation of the white pussy engulfing his member, and her pussy lips locking around him in their frenzied passion, was intense. He knew that he would not be able to last long. Not with having the woman he’d been waiting for, and so easily too. Actually fucking her, here in the hallway, where he imagined it so many times. He tried to think about other things to make him last longer.



“Oh! Yes!” she cooed as he thrust in and out of her. She hiked her legs up on him, one up to his shoulder, then the other one up over his arm as he picked her up and pressed her against the glass, fucking her in the hall. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) Their bodies slapped together and she moaned and groaned and squealed with delight, fucking him back by contracting her pussy muscles around his dick.



It was too much for him, he came, deep up inside her and flooded her cavity with his hot cum.



Once he came inside her, erupting like a volcano, Mary came too, cum spilled out on to the tile floor and ran down her legs. She tried to close the muscles around his dick but had little control of herself at that point. They kissed, for the first time, lip to lip and tongue to tongue. He eased her to the floor and she went down on him again, sucking her juices off of his dick and tucking him away.



“I had no idea you would be so…”



“Naughty?” she said.



“Well… yes.”



She smiled up from her knees then went to the floor and licked his cum off the tile.



“Oh goddamn!” he zipped up his pants.



When Mary had cleaned the scene, she pulled her panties up and stood on her heels, letting her skirt down.



“Don’t think you’ll kiss me good night now.” he warned her.



She laughed then, still licking her fingers, walked into the TV room. “I thought David was going to be in the teacher’s lounge?” she asked him, he followed behind. Watching her walk.



“No toys in there, I didn’t want him to get bored.” he said, taken back by her cool air of control.



“Well get your things together David we have to go.”



“Will I see you again?” he asked her, taking her hand secretly while David gathered his books.



“Every day… at the drop off.” she smiled.



“You know what I mean.”



“I certainly hope so.” She said, tenderly stroking his hand.



He walked them around the school, to her mini van. And once David was in, pressed her back against the passenger’s window with a full tongue probing kiss. His body rubbed hers and she his, their arms entwined at the break she asked: “I thought you weren’t going to give me a good night kiss?”



“Consider this a ‘see you later’ kiss.” he said before locking lips with her again. Mary kissed him back, pressing her tongue into his mouth. For along while they stood there in the night kissing, rubbing, embracing. Inside, David grew bored again. He found his mom’s warm Pepsi and took a sip but it tasted off and he put it back. Eventually they separated and Mary climbed in the driver-side, fixing her make up in the mirror before she started the car.



“Your soda’s flat.” David said as they pulled away.



“Don’t touch mommies things.” Mary warned him. “What was that nice young teacher’s aid’s name.”



David shrugged. He used to like him but now he didn’t anymore. “Jerome.”



“That’s a typical Black name isn’t it?” Mary said, more to herself than to David. But her son agreed.



Mary walked in the door to a hailstorm of questions and accusations from Jade and her father, Brent. “Where the hell were you? What the hell is going on? Why isn’t dinner made?”



Taken by surprise, she threw David under the buss. “Talk to YOUR son!” she tossed her purse on the table, “I know that my job isn’t so important but maybe just maybe if you would pick up some of the slack around this place I wouldn’t have to miss work, lose deals and spend the whole fucking afternoon with miss whatever her name is discussing YOUR son’s lack of social graces at school!” it came out quick, a flood of lies and false accusations against her own child. Her heart raced, she didn’t know what else to do. She couldn’t very well say that she was late picking up David because she sucked some Black guy off at a house she was trying to sell, as much as she couldn’t admit to the reason she was late at the school, for fucking the teachers aid in the hall and licking up his cum from the floor… so, David was the Judas’ Goat, and he suffered for it.



Brent paddled him and sent him to bed.



Confused, David drew more pictures.



At night. Preparing for bed, Brent came up to Mary and rubbed her shoulders, “I am sorry honey… I was just worried that is all.”



She shook his hand from her shoulder, “Yeah well next time try calling and asking in place of an ambush.”



“I am sorry hon.” Brent climbed into bed next to her.



“Well maybe if you would respect me a little bit, just a little we wouldn’t have these problems.”



“I do…” he caressed her cheek and kissed her lips.



“What’s gotten into you?”



“I don’t know. Seeing you all fired up, just got me going I guess.”



“Well…” Mary thought about all the Black semen up inside her still. The thought of her husband’s mixing with Jerome’s enticed her to want. She rubbed his shoulders and kissed him back. “OK.”



Brent grinned and slid over on top of her.



Mary pulled her panties off and waited in the missionary position. He slid into her ready pussy and began to thrust. She moaned and kissed his neck. He fondled her boobs and it was over. He came in several squirts and her pussy muscles closed around his dick, pushing it out, and keeping the cum from spilling out. She slid the panties back on and he hopped out of bed to go wash off. “Do you want the towel?” he asked.



“No.” Mary lay on her back and rubbed her tight stomach. Was that it?



“Ooh you’re naughty a girl.” Brent teased.



“What a dork.” she thought. Mary dreamed that night about a threesome with Brent and the teacher’s aid. She knew it could never happen, but the erotic fantasy made her waken at three when she fingered herself back to sleep.



In the morning, Brent and the Nanny were discussing what David could and could not do this weekend since he was to be punished. Mary didn’t interfere, but poured Brent more coffee and herself some juice.



Brent took Jade to the mall for a dress and Marcia took David grocery shopping. Mary had the house to herself, until noon. At twelve the door buzzed and Mary went to it. She had been relaxing, reading the news paper and lounging about in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, having promised to clean out the garage of things that she would give to charity. But just not getting around to it yet. When the door buzzer went off she was taken back. Two black gentlemen, one was Jerome and the other, an older man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. “Hello?”



“Yes Ma’am” the older one of the two tipped a hat. The hat made him look ridiculous, but not harmless.



“Can I help you?” she stood with the door opened but not offering them entry.



“We were in the neighborhood.” Jerome started and stopped, “Listen, I am sorry to intrude but are we alone?”



A dangerous question. Mary decided to be honest: “Yes.” she stepped back, “Come on in.” Before the neighbors see you, she implied.



“Nice.” Jerome said of the place, following her to the kitchen where she offered them coffee and seats.



“I know you are a lawyer, from what David tells me and my cousin is in all kinds of trouble and…”



“Stop right there. I am a realty lawyer, I just now passed the bar and am looking for work with a firm, but I don’t know a thing about…”



“Well, just some advise then… or… well…”



“See you are white.” the older man with the hat said. “I don’t really need you to be doing anything except looking pretty and white.”



“My cousin is accused of raping a woman, it isn’t true I know it, but it would be a lot better for his defense.”



“If we had a hot little number like you on our side.” the older man finished.



“This is crazy.” she shook her head.



“But I think we can help each other. we win this case and you have a shoe in the door for any firm… and you don’t have to do any of the work, I have done everything.” the older man tapped his brief case.



“Can I get your number, and think about it?”



“Here.” Jerome pulled out a card of his and handed it to her.



“We could have done this over the phone you know?”



“I wanted to see you.” Jerome said.



“And I am the third wheel.” the older man put his hat on, handed her his card and excused himself. “I know my way out.”



“So.” Jerome said, stopping her from following. “How have you been since yesterday?”



“Lonely.” she pouted playfully and leaned across the breakfast bar which separated the eating area from the food preparation part of the kitchen.



“You have a really nice house.”



“Thank you.” Mary took off her T-shirt and walked around the bar, to Jerome.



He didn’t need any goading. His pants were on the floor before she noticed and he swept her in his arms, covering her face, neck and bare breasts with kisses, lifting her up and setting her on the bar.



Mary pulled down his underwear as he undid her shorts and climbed on top of her, on top of the bar. His naked black form a sharp contrast to the white and stainless steal kitchen, and her soft white exposed flesh. She took hold of his already stiff manhood and guided it into her waiting pussy. “Hmm! Oh yes!” she cooed. Breathing into his ear and sucking on his neck.



He mauled her breasts with his hands, his mouth and his hands again, driving his long erection deep into her. As in the hall, their bodies came together in fervent passion, slapping, her but against the cold granite top and his exposed to the cool air. Goose-bumps covered their flesh but soon were replaced by sweat-droplets. They worked into a frenzied. Mary squealed in delight coming, and coming, and coming as his dick wriggled and thrashed up inside her. But Jerome held his own orgasm back and came off of her, pulling her up and turning her around, doggy style. Again their bodies came together, now sweaty and squishy. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP! SLAP! SLAP!) “Oh yes!” He grunted: “You feel so good!”



“Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!” she gulped for air as he drove her crazy with the length and angle of his penetrations. Pounding himself into her again, and again, harder and harder, thrusting deeper and deeper. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) “Oh fuck yes Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she came again. There was something about being fucked by the Black man, right there where only hours before her husband and family had ate, and tonight they would come together again. What would Jade say if she walked in? That snotty little brat! Mary couldn’t believe her thoughts, much less her wants and passions.



“Oh fuck you feel good!” Jerome said, pulling his long black dick out of her and teasing her with it’s head. She quivered with each touch. “Here baby, get on the floor, let me cum on your face!”



Excited, Mary hopped off and squatted below him.



“No, on this side, um in the light, and look up at me, look up baby!” he stroked his large black dick and pinched it off waiting for her to get where he wanted her to be.



“Here?” she asked looking up at him.



“Oh yes… oh yes!” he stroked it once or twice more, “Open up.”



She complied just as a hot streak of his cum shot into her left eye. Another glob of cum fell into her awaiting mouth and a third down to her breasts. She reached up with one hand to stroke him off and three more long sprays pelted her face and neck. A forth squirted into her mouth and she brought it up with her tongue for him to see before swallowing.



“Oh shit yes!” he grunted.



“Mm!” Mary took his dick into her mouth and sucked him off for another squirt, swallowing it and licking him clean.



“Now can you leave the cum on until it dries?” he asked pulling his underwear and pants on.



“Yes.” she licked her fingers. “If you want me to Jerome.”



“I do.” he patted her neck and kissed a side of her face that was still dry.



By four the cum had dried to a crust. She occasionally checked the mirror in the upper bathroom for its progress. When it had dried, she wiped it in more, just so it wouldn’t be noticeable but that she could still feel it. She prepared dinner for her family when they returned and talked to Brent about whatever it was Jade wanted to get and why and all that. Marcia told cute stories about what David had done while shopping and at the playground before that and all Mary thought about was how good it felt to get fucked right there in the kitchen. When Brent thanked her for dinner and kissed her on the lips, she was aroused by the fact that some of Jerome’s seed was on him.



But Brent wasn’t in the mood that night and she suffered alone, horny, in want, until Monday. On Sunday she had convinced him to let her work on the legal case for Jerome. She told him they had called first and that it was a woman and Jerome’s uncle who had come to the house but that the woman was an ugly hag and that it would help her to get in with a firm. Though he wasn’t happy about the prospect of her working more hours, he caved when she gave him a blow job. She swallowed his load easily, finishing him off in under five minutes, after which she kissed him on the mouth, and he her. She thought about how nasty it was, that some of Jerome’s cum was now mixing with his in her stomach as well as in his mouth.



Mary knew she was a terrible wife, what a dreadful thing to have done. And a horrible mother too- to cover her adultery with lies about her son. But what else could she do? Come clean on the matter? Give the Woodward’s their victory? Over her dead body!



On Monday, Jerome came out to her van after she let David out. He drove with her up around to the school parking lot and there told hr the information she needed to know about his cousin. “He has been released on bond now, and I can arrange for my uncle and him to meet you at one of your open houses?”



“That would be great!” Mary handed him her card, call my office and schedule it for me today if you would, that way they won’t know what I am doing- they cannot know yet or they could fire me. The business is really sour now and though I want to leave and practice law… I need my job too.”



Jerome nodded and moved to get out of the van. “When do you have to be in the class?”



“I have another fifteen minutes.”



“That is time enough, don’t you think?” She undid her blouse and leaned back in her chair. Jerome pulled the recline lever and climbed on top of her, hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down. They kissed, tongues thrusting and darting, hands searching, feeling squeezing. HE entered her, pushing his Black manhood deep into her at once and started thrusting. She hissed and cooed softly in his ear, nibbling on the lobe: “Fuck me! Oh yes fuck me!”



He came quickly, and a lot, filling her up and spilling out into her driver seat. They kissed more and she pulled a towel from the back to sit on, not to soil her skirt.



At work she daydreamed about Jerome until her boss told her she had an appointment and the Rose house with two gentlemen. “They sound Black… do you want someone to go with you?” he asked.



“Don’t be such a racist.” she replied.



It was raining when she met them at the house. “We don’t have to go over much of the case.” the older man said. As the accused’s father I can tell you he is innocent. And the state only has circumstantial evidence against him.



Mary’s gut told her that the boy was guilty of something. He was a thug. “Well we should do something about the way he is dressed.”



“What the fuck’s wrong with how I look bitch?” he made a gang symbol at her and turned away, “Man should cap the ho anyway!”



“Ok.” Mary shrugged, “I don’t see how I can help here.”



“You have to, we need you.”

“I don’t know if he didn’t rape her, if I was on the jury I would think he did just for how he looks and acts.”



“See, son, she is already a benefit.”



“What ever pops lets blow!”



“Please, just consider the case.” the man handed her a folder of the states evidence. It was a thick folder.



“I will look this over and call you back.”



“Tonight?”



“Tonight.” she said.



“Very well, I can ask for no more than that.” he closed his briefcase and followed his son out.



While Mary waited for the rain to stop, she read the thick file. The state had a convincing case. DNA evidence proved he had been intimate with the woman. Witnesses put him fleeing the scene. She picked him out of a line up as the assailant. Two of the three eye witnesses to the attack picked him out of a photo spread the only reason the third didn’t was because he had been tampered with or threatened and couldn’t remember anything, supposedly. Evidence for the tampering was also included. A battery report from the police and phone records. “Oh it’s just circumstantial alright!” she laughed and closed the file up. There was no way in hell she was going to have anything to do with this bozo!



That night she called Jerome’s uncle and politely declined. He said that he wished she’d reconsider and she said as the mother in a family there was no way that she could, that she felt the man’s son was as guilty as could be and that was it. HE thanked her for her honesty and time and hung up.



At midnight. The phone rang. It rang and rang until Brent answered it. “Hello?”



Mary drifted into consciousness.



“Who is this? What is this a recording?” Brent hung up.



Mary was groggy. “What is it baby?”



“Sounds like a prank call, a porno or something about a black guy and a white woman in the kitchen.”



Mary woke up.



The phone rang and she beat Brent to it, reaching over him to snatch it from the cradle, “Hello?”



“Listen to this bitch…” she recognized the voice of the alleged rapist then she heard a click and her own voice with the sounds of sex in the back ground she was gasping and Jerome was grunting and she cried out there was mumbling then she heard Jerome say: “In your face baby!”



Mary was quiet.



“I think you know what this is.”



“Here’s how it’s plaid now. You going to be on my case got it?” the phone went silent.



Mary hung it up. “It was a prank call.” She told Brent who was already asleep.



The next day she took David to school and picked up Jerome at the circle, then drove to the parking lot as before. She asked him how his cousin got the tape but Jerome swore he didn’t know anything. “I never would do anything to ruin what I have with you- you have to believe me.”



“I do…” Mary said. “I do.”



“So..” Jerome was hesitant. “Are we off for the day or…”



“Nah.” Mary smiled and unbuckled herself, “I need my chocolate fix.” she leaned over in the front seat and unzipped Jerome then scooped his large, stiffening member and fed it into her mouth.



“Oh SHIT! OH SHIT! OF FUCK!” he gripped her head and pushed down on it, burring her deep into his lap and forcing his dick far into her throat where it erupted multiple times, filling her belly with his hot goo. “Oh yes!” he gasped.



Mary licked him off as she backed off of him and tucked him away, “Thank you sir, can I have another!”



“Oh yes!” they kissed, “You suck a mean cock misses Woodward!”



“Would you call me a vicious Black Cock sucking queen?” She kissed him.



Jerome laughed, “Where did you get that from?”



Mary shrugged it just came to me. In mid laughter she stopped. David was still in the back seat! She had forgotten to drop him off! They both had! “OH MY GOD! DAVID! What the hell are you doing here?”



“David!” Jerome straitened himself and turned back to see little David with his back pack.



“You never let me out!” David said in his defense.



“This is adult stuff David!” his mother warned him, wiping the cum from her chin. “You’re not supposed to see this!”



“I am sorry mom!”



“You will be if your father finds out!” Mary jumped out of the car and tugged David out of the side door, giving him a sharp slap on his butt. “Take him to class Jerome would you?”



“Certainly.” He took hold of David’s hand.



“We’ll talk later young man!” Mary warned her son then, softening, gave Jerome a prolonged tongue kiss before getting back in the van and driving to work. She couldn’t believe how stupid she was. How could she forget about her son? She had forgotten a lot of things recently. Unless it was about fucking Black men, she didn’t seem to be interested. She found herself nit picking white men in every thing they did and praising Black men, singers, athletes, any of them that she met.



She found herself craving more contact with Black men.



At her office, on her way to the break room she noticed a Black janitor. His name was Samuel. “Hey Sam.” she said passing him, then stopping and turning in the hallway she said: “My husband wanted me to bleach my hair blond, but I miss it being black- what do you think I should do?”



“Oh…” the man considered, holding his mop in hand, “You’re pretty either way ma’am.”



“I think I will dye it back to being black again.” she walked to him, “I like black things, Sam.”



The janitor was noticeably uncomfortable. “Some do I suppose, some do.”



“Sam… I want you to fuck me, right now in that closet, will you do that… Sam?”



Their wasn’t much room. There was a bucket and rolling pins, paint and push brooms. But they made do. She hiked her skirt up and pressed her body back onto his glistening dick, still covered in her lipstick. He gave her a hand rag to bite on as his dick was larger than Jerome’s. Thicker and longer. In moments he reduced her to whimpering and they both came. Sweaty, disheveled, she crawled out of the closet and straitened herself up, making her way to the bathroom to freshen up her make up.



Later in the day, her and Sam got together for a snack in the break room. When no one was looking she played with his dick under the table until he came on her hand. They giggled and kissed and she licked his cum off of herself.



It was as if Mary was an addict.



Inevitably people would find out soon at work, home would follow. Mary knew her life would be over as she knew it- but she didn’t care. She had no control over her desire and she didn’t want it. She was lead by the hunger and the need for more Black dick. A wanton slut, just as Brent’s ex wife and her in-laws said she was.



On the way home her cell phone rang. “Pick me up on fourth and main.” it was the voice of the rapist. Her stomach turned. She really didn’t want much to do with him. But then again, he was Black… and he was innocent of the crime until proven guilty. Just because the evidence looked bad, it didn’t mean that he actually did it, right? Mary told herself so as she picked him up.



His pants dangled to his thighs, his hat was on sideways and he walked like he just swung out of the tree. Looking all pissed off he jumped in the car, shouting: “Bitch what took you so long?” so his friends could hear.



“I was driving… it is a thing called traffic.” Mary didn’t like how the conversation started, but, she found it tantalizing, him calling her a bitch. “What did you want to see me for?”



He shrugged. “I know you don’t want to defend me because you think I am guilty. I thought maybe if we hung out a bit you might think otherwise. That’s all.”



She stopped the van at a light, “That I can understand.”



“Whatever bitch?”



“Don’t call me that again.” but she wanted him to. She loved the way it made her feel. Dirty. Not the word itself but the meaning of it, and that she felt powerless to make him think otherwise of her. The most she could become in his eyes was a slut. And she was willing to.



“What? I’ll call you whatever I want to bitch.” He looked out the window, “Pull over into this parking lot.”



Rain pelted the van as she pulled into the shopping plaza’s parking lot. She turned the engine off. “What?”



“I want you to feel me… see?” he stuck his hands in his basketball shorts.



“I ‘feel’ you… bro.” She nodded her head, “But I…”



“NO!” he took her hand in his and brought it to his leg. Releasing his grasp, she slid her hand over to his thigh, caressing it.



“Oh… you mean… feel?” she clarified with feign innocence.



“Come on bitch, get freak nasty like I know you want to.” When Mary said nothing, Jerome’s cousin reached over and tore open her shirt then pulled her breasts out of their bra and sucked on her nipples.



She quivered and held the back of his head, watching his black mouth lock around her soft white areole, “Ooh yes that’s it!” she bit her bottom lip, instantly aroused. “Oh I want you!” she pulled down his shorts and took hold of his large, throbbing manhood. “Oh let me kiss it!”



“Shut the fuck up!” he pulled her hair, taking her from the driver seat and pushed her down into the van. Mary turned around and scooted out of her skirt. Her hot box, getting hotter. “Oh God I want you to fill me with your Black seed!” she got to her knees and took hold of his dick, sucking it only to moisten it and then slipped it into her wanting cavity. “Oh fuck yes!”



“Oh Bitch!” he grunted and began to hump her, awkwardly in the center of the mini van. Not able to get a good angle, he knocked over her consol, the change and drink holder then put her on all fours facing forward. “This is more like it bitch, now I’m going to fuck you like the Bitch you are Bitch!” he pulled her hair and began to piston fuck her pussy.



“OH! OH!” (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP!) “You a crazy white bitch!” (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) He squeezed her ass, driving his cock deeper into her soft wet pussy. “Oh fuck yes!”



Mary pushed back from the dashboard, onto his lengthy thick member. Grunting, whimpering, crying out: “God Yes! Fuck my white ass! Oh yes! Oh YES!”



He spit on her back and spit again, this time it landed on her ass, rubbing it in he followed his fingers into her small brown hole with his large cock. Slowly pushing it, inch by inch.



She gasped and sucked in air, relaxing her muscles, allowing him full entry: “Oh FUCK! Goddamn yes! Oh YES! OH HARDER!”



“You like this don’t you, you crazy white bitch?” He slapped her ass cheeks, beating them red, then picked up a long stride fuck, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. (SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP!) Picking up the pace. His balls slapped her pussy, their thighs smacked each other and his long thick dick pounded into her anal cavity. “OH fuck you a crazy whore!”



“Yeah, fuck my white ass with your big Black DICK!” she shouted, pushing off the front of the van, back at him. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP!) “Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Ah!”



The van rocked back and forth in the rain. The windows steamed up from their sex. At last, he announced that he was going to cum, and he did, again and again. Mary cam too, with her free hand deep into her own pussy and his long dick buried in her ass, she shuttered and collapsed over the consol, tired and sore. “Oh you fucked me good!” she gasped.



“But-see, it wasn’t rape was it?”



“Mm!” Mary felt was all a tingle. A sharp sensation ran down her spine to her pussy. “Mm… I want this all the time.” She gasped again and sat up, pulling her panties from the front seat.



“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he said putting his shorts on.



“We’re done right?” she said with a shrug, “I have things to do.”



“No, no.” he snatched her panties from her hand and tossed them back into the front. “Not things, people… you have people to do.” at that time there came a sudden knock on the window of the van and the young Black man, admitted four more Black men so that the van was crowded. Mary climbed back up into the driver’s seat.



“What the hell is going on here?”



“When your don with us… then you can go home.” one of the men clarified for her.



“Damn… uh… OK… how does something like this work?”



One by one they unzipped their pants and showed her their dicks and one by one she began to suck them. There were all shapes and sizes. Two were Brent’s size and the rest were longer or thicker or both. Three were not circumcised, and one of them only had one nut. But one by one she sucked them then two by two she sucked and jerked them then three she could handle at a time and then four, as one slid into her pussy and she jerked off two while blowing the fourth. There was grunting and cussing as the men vied for better positions and more attention from her. One of them the man with one nut had a habit of spitting on her back. Large spit wads gathered and formed puddles, despite the other men’s disapproval, he continued to spit on her. When she was sucking his dick, he hawked a large on her face. It ran down her forehead, across her eye and her cheek, but she didn’t; complain. Mary relished the debasement of it all. She’d never dare to dream of the disreputable treatment she was receiving.



Mary looked forward to sucking each of them off and being fucked by them, than going home and cuddling with Brent, laughing inside that he could be so stupid as to think that he was the only one. That she had actually shared herself with so many people and he was so unaware of it. She moaned.



“Let me get in there!” Jerome’s cousin ordered, “One Nut, get below her since you like to spit so much!”



Mary got up on her knees, the man who was fucking her pussy came around to the front and she sucked him while climbing onto One Nut, his dick fit easily into her moist pussy. Jerome’s cousin mounted her back side, shoving his dick once again, deep into her ass.



“Mm!” she gasped with a dick in her mouth, “Fantastic!” she said between sucking, “Fuck my white little body boys!”



They did.



The van rocked back and forth. Dicks went in and out of her. It was all a sloppy, smacking, sticky blur. One after another they began to cum. First, the man she was sucking, then the man she was fucking, then the man who was fucking her. They all rotated, and the two men she had been jerking off, entered her pussy and ass. When they came, the others were ready again.



At last, near midnight. The party ended. Mary could barely walk, could hardly talk, and didn’t want to sit down.



Awkwardly, she got dressed, and then had the humiliating task of dropping each of the men off at their houses. Jerome’s cousin was the last one to be dropped off, back at the corner where she picked him up. “See you in court bitch.” he said.



“Not thank you, or it was fun, you were good, what a champ…” She said to the closing door. She checked her cell-phone five messages from the school and seven from Brent. Before she could pull away, a police car came up to her with it’s lights on. A female cop and a chubby white cop surrounded her and flashed lights on her face. “You down here looking for drugs lady?” the man asked from her right.



“No… officer…”



“Can I see your drivers’ license?” The female officer asked, without kindness.



“Looks like a crack head to me.” she said to her partner, “Ma’am you look ragged… are you alright?” the man asked.



“Just tired.”



“You been doing drugs?” the man asked, “Smells funny in this van.”



The female officer leaned in the window and took a sniff, then examined her closer, “Lets go Max.” she handed Mary back her driver’s license. “You should be getting home ma’am.” To her partner she said: “That’s not drugs, that is sex… a lot of it.”



“Pity we missed the show.” he said with a laugh. The police car lights went out and they drove off.



She put her seat belt on with caution and then drove off, mindful of her wet, damp, sticky and sore parts.



Mary got home too late to argue with Brent, too tired to shower she could only strip and climb into bed with her torn bra and sticky panties still on. She couldn’t remember how many people had fucked her that night. Her mind raced and spun in the memory, like a dream. Brent mumbled something next to her then arched, looking up from his pillow: “Are you OK?”



“Fine.” she managed.



An hour later, Mary awoke to Brent fondling her breasts. “Come on.” she said, guiding him over on top of her.



He pushed his cock into her pussy, with her panties just out of the way. Instantly, Brent fell into his rhythmic fucking. But she wasn’t going to let him finish by coming inside her. she wanted the Black men’s semen only, she decided, from then on. When she sensed that he was ready to cum she pushed him off of her.



“What the hell?” Brent protested.



“I want to taste you.” she said in cover, and guided him up to sit on her stomach. She pressed her sore breasts together around his dick and jerked him off.



He looked down at her, and liked what he saw. Mary stuck her tongue out, licking his dick’s head and popping it in and out of her mouth while her breasts engulfed it around the sides, pinned together by her interlocked fingers. “Ah Oh! Yes! Uh!” he came.



“Mm!” she licked him again as streams of hot cum shot on her neck and face. Three hot streams. “Yeah baby!” she said sucking his head again at the end.



“Oh wow!” he coughed and climbed off her to go wash up. “Want a towel baby?” he asked over his shoulder.



“No…” Mary pulled her panties back over her body and re-snapped her bra then laid back down, wiping the cum from her face and rubbing it on her side. She was exhausted, and asleep before Brent came back to bed.



In the morning, she got up only to tell Brent that she wasn’t getting up. He called in to her work for her then went about helping Marcia with the children. From her bed she heard Jade join them at breakfast and also the familiarly nasty voice of Claudette as she arrived, ‘unexpectedly’ to say ‘hi’ and let Brent know that Jade would be staying with her for the next two days.



Mary went back to sleep. When she did get out of bed, she dyed her hair black again and showered, but kept the black panties and bra from the van. She sniffed them and remembered, in the musk and odor of sex, all that had happened. How brutally she was treated. she rubbed her stomach. She thought about how much of a wonderful shock it would be if one of those Black men had impregnated her so that Brent thought she was carrying his baby… she let that fantasy carry her until the door bell rang. Slipping on a silk nighty, and nothing else, she answered the door to find the post man, a Black fellow named Walt. “Yes Walt?”



“Letter needs a signature.” He showed an envelope.



“Signature?” she took the pen and signed for it, “Who is it for?”



“You. Actually there’s three of them, you can just sign the cards. I’ll time stamp them later.”



“Ah that’s right. Thanks Walt, I am taking a legal case, it probably has to do with that.” she set it with the other mail, “Would you like a cup of coffee?”



Walt had been staring at her, in the silk nightie and hadn’t heard a word she said, “I am sorry… what was that?”



“Put the bag down Walt.” Mary stepped back from the door and pulled the nightie over her head, letting it fall to the floor.



Walt scooped her small body into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She took his face with her hands and kissed him. Their tongues mixed, she playfully bit his lip then directed him to her marriage bed. He tossed her on it and kicked off his shoes, then his shoes, shirt and underwear.



“Oh yes!” Mary gasped. Her arms and legs welcomed Walt on top of her and she greeted him with kisses and sucked his neck as they stroked each other’s naked bodies. “I want you to fuck me Walt.”



“That’s a no brainier…” he laughed, “I wouldn’t have thought to come here to play cards.” he took hold of her small hands and kissed them with his large black lips, then pressed them against the bed and entered her soft pussy with his hardening member. She was loose enough that it was an easy effort and after a few rhythmic strokes, stiffened, giving both partners sexual gratification. “Oh you are so warm soft and moist!” he whispered into her ear.

“Oh Walt, you’re so big! uh! and hard! Mm!” she moaned, nibbling his ear. She bit his earlobe, “Oh fuck me yes! Fuck me with your big Black Dick!”



Playfully, intimately they came together, him sitting up and her sitting on him, then they rolled over and in reverse positions, him sucking and licking her pussy and her on his dick, they prepared themselves for another bout, and with him on the bed and her on top, they continued. The bed rocked, they moaned and groaned, and at last, came again. She kissed him and thanked him and got him one of her husbands beers from the fridge while he laid in the bed. She scooped up her nightie and the mail bag from the entry way and returned to the bed of her lover, pouring beer on her breasts for him to lick off.



Mary poured beer on his dick and licked it then had him lay on the bed and poured it on his ass and licked it, lapped it up. Pulled his cheeks apart and sucked his anus until he was hard again. Then she rolled over and allowed him to climb on top of her. “Oh fuck yes!” she gasped when he entered his length into her. “My husband likes this position but his little dick doesn’t measure up to you Walt, oh fuck me yes! Oh! Ah!” she bit his shoulder playfully and he rolled her over.



“I am going to fuck you like the white slut you are!” he joined in her vulgarity.



“Show me baby!” she slapped her own ass, looking back at him.



Entering her slowly, he preceded to quicken his pace and brought her quickly to climax, but himself, restrained, and continued.



“OH Fuck yes!” Mary shouted, “Fuck my little white pussy!” His large black hands gripped her tight waist. With loud slapping noises their two sweaty bodies came together. The slurping noises of his massive cock driving in and out of her soft, wet, hot and juicy pussy filled her ears. She squeezed her breasts in ecstasy. To be fucked by another man in her marriage bed! How vile, she thought. What a betrayal. She was everything the Woodward’s said she was. She pinched her nipples. “If they could only see me now!” she thought.



The bed shook and rocked and pounded the wall as they fucked. “Fuck me yes! Oh harder! Yes!” (SLAP, SLAP, SLURP, SLAP!) their bodies shook and went rigid. He slowed and changed his pace, driving his long dick in a different direction. “OH FUCK YES! Oh GODDAMN!” she squealed. “You like my big black dick don’t you bitch?” he pulled her hair back at him, thrusting forward with his hips, driving her to the edge of the bed. “Say you love it!”



“You know!” she gasped, “You know I do!”



“Say you want my black cum!”



“OH fill me baby yeah!” she gulped air into her aching lungs, “Harder fuck me yeah so good ah!” (SLAP! SLAP! SLURP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP!)



“Say give me hot cum baby!”



“Give me your hot cum baby!”



“Say fill my white pussy with your black seed!”



“Fill me baby! Fill me!” Mary moaned.



He gripped her, squeezed her hips and lower back and made a final thrust, as deep as he could go.



“YES Cum baby cum!” Mary cooed.



His dick erupted deep inside her cavity filling her with it’s hot goo. Cum splashed out and ran down her thighs onto the bedding. She tightened her pussy lips around his black member, and sucked in, keeping more of the cum from spilling out as he slid his long thick dick out of her.



With a plop, his dick came out and Mary turned to face him. She scooped his wet member in her hand and jerked him softly. Together they laid back into the bed that she and her husband shared. His black head, on Brent’s pillow. Without words, she touched her lover, caressing his large chest with her white hands and tenderly messaging his penis erect again, then climbed on top of him. They kissed. He embraced her slight white frame with his massive black arms, and pushed his dick up into her pussy. She rode him there, arching and bracing back and forth upon the bed. Slowly at first, then vigorously.



Eventually, he came yet again and in ecstasy, after her own orgasm, she threw herself back towards his feet. Mary cupped her pussy with her hands as they separated, not to spray him with his own juices and twisted her body to suck his toes when David caught her eye. Her son stood at the open door with his book bag at his feet. Marcia, the Nanny stood with him. Both there mouths were open, in shock.



Mary looked at her son deliberately, and took the black man’s toe into her mouth.



She knew he would never think of her or himself the same after this moment, but she didn’t care. Mary sucked the large toe into her mouth. Closed her eyes and ran her tongue between the other . “Mm! Oh you’re big black feet!” she licked the sides of them and ran a hand up and down them, jerking them softly, tenderly: “Like your big Black dick!” she giggled. When she opened her eyes again, Both David and Marcia were gone. Where they really there? Mary only wondered for a moment. David’s book bag on the floor still, told her they were. She finished sucking his toes and licked his black curly haired legs back up to his thigh and there cleaned off his dick and balls from her juices and his cum, licking and sucking him to another erection.



“You are a horny white slut!” he groaned.



“That’s what my husband tells me.” she half smiled, letting his long black dick pop out of her mouth. Shaking it with her hand she took it back inside and sucked him long and deep. To the back of her throat and out again, again and again. She slurped up his and her cum, and nibbled on the shaft until he was stiff again.



“You’re amazing!” he arched his back and caressed her hair and face with his hand. “I want to fuck you again and again, and again!”



Gripping his dick Mary smiled, “Then do it, fuck me.”



Marcia poured a glass of milk for David. She was trembling. Her hands shook. “IS that man hurting mommy?”



“No… I believe they are working out David.” Marcia tried to explain.



“That’s not how they work out at school.”



“No.” she, trembling, drank David’s milk and then corrected herself with another glass for her young charge.



Upstairs, they heard the bed pounding the wall again, and Mary’s voice over the man’s groans, “Fuck me with that big black dick! Ah fuck my tight white pussy yes! Fill me with your hot black cum!” Marcia shook her head. How was she going to cove this up.



“Does mommy not like Daddy any more?”



“What?” Marcia put David’s glass of milk in the sink before he had a chance to drink from it. And took his hand, “It is nothing like that David, Mommy is just working out.” Marcia took him to the back door and led him to the patio. “Here, go outside for a little bit and let me go check on your mother, make sure she is not working out too hard.”



Marcia was anxious, worried, doubtful. Everything that she had known and everything she knew was, like David, in question. If Brent found out and divorced her, would they be able to keep on a nanny? It seemed like the sensible thing to do but with a divorce there is a lot of money going to the lawyers, what if they needed a cheaper nanny? IF she lost her job, could she find another? Could she get the paperwork for her citizenship finished? Would she lose her resident status?



For what?



To screw some low life Black guy?



At the stairs, she heard Mary moaning and the man slapped her ass, “Yeah baby fuck back at me, that’s it! work that ass!” (SLAP!) She heard Mary squeal with delight and the bed began to bump the wall again. “Fucking whore!” Marcia called Mary. However, at the top of the stairs she stopped, just when she had the view of the two lovers in bed. The sheets were a mess and the Black man was riding Mary doggy style. He had her bleached blond hair in his hand and was thrusting forward into her. With each thrust, Mary exhaled and they moaned and their bodies made slapping and squishing sounds. Enthralled, Marcia crept closer. She meant to retrieve David’s book bag from the floor but stopped at the door and found her hand reaching into her panties. Had she been so turned on by all of this? She spit on her fingers and pressed them back under her tight fitting jeans. Moaning softly and ducking behind the opened door. Watching the two lovers push and tug on each other, all three would reached orgasm together.



“I’m going to cum bitch, yeah!”



“Oh fill my nasty pussy with your Black baby seed! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah!” Mary cooed.



Marcia’s moan was covered by the thumping sound of the bed against the wall and the lover’s passionate, slapping and slurping body noises. Her body stiffening up, shaking and then wilting, her knees going weak. She had been playing with her tiny breasts with one hand and rubbing her genitals with her other until she came in hot juicy squirts into her panties. Now she had to quickly, quietly, gather her wits. She collected David’s bag and straitened her clothes, wiping her hands off on her pants and made her way back to the kitchen.



She avoided Mary’s lover when he left, just before Brent came home. Her stomach was turning. She couldn’t believe that Mary would throw all of her life away just for sex. She could ruin everything. “Marcia… you’re still here?” Brent asked when he entered the kitchen holding the mail in his hand from the doorway. He shuffled through it, placing Mary’s mail in a separate pile. “Must be the case she is working on.”



“Must be.” Marcia agreed. “Brent…”



“Yes?” He put his brief case down and loosened his tie. “Is Mary home?”



Boy was she home! Marcia gulped. “David!” she called in the boy from outside, handed him his bag that she’d gotten from upstairs. “Why don’t you go to your room, your father and I have to talk, OK?”



David nodded. He liked Marcia, she was the only one in the house who seemed concerned about how he felt.



“What’s going on Marcia?” Brent always liked the nanny and had fantasized about her often. If she needed more money it was hers, for sure. He also appreciated the care she gave to David, but more so, liked the way she fit her jeans, even if her breasts were small. Her tan Brazilian skin and long curly black hair, large eyes… he tried not to let his eyes wander too much, not while she was looking anyway.



“Maybe it is better to show you.” Marcia said at last. She pulled Brent’s Napoleon Cognac from under the cupboard and poured him a snifter. She put the drink in his hand and retrieved David’s bag from his room, passing by Mary brushing her hair in the master bedroom.



“Still here?” Mary asked over her shoulder.



Marcia paused but decided not to respond, she descended the stairs slipping David’s drawings out and then handed them to Brent in the living-room. “There is nothing really to say. I came home today with David, we both saw her with another man, the mailman.” She wished she didn’t have to speak English, the words choked in her throat. It would have been much easier to say it all in Portuguese, but, the pictures said it all.



Brent held his son’s drawings with trembling hands.



“It is ugly, I know… and there are more than these.”



Marcia’s sympathetic voice, broken and choked from sadness compassion seemed distant to Brent. How could he feel anything? He had begun standing, when Marcia handed him the papers, but found himself sitting, later when Mary entered the room. “Have you seen these?” he asked her after she called out to him the fourth time.



“What are you doing in the darkness babe?” Mary asked him picking up the crayon drawings. “Our boy has a real talent doesn’t he?” she looked down at the drawings and stopped. Her heart skipped a beat. She’d been caught. What would she say, what could she say now? “He uh… has… um an imagination don’t you think?”



“Save it! Marcia caught you today with the mailman!” Brent threw his empty glass at her. Mary ducked and it shattered on the wall behind her.



“Oh you’re through buster!” she moved to slap him but he pushed her off and stood up. She lunged at him. Brent took hold of her and tossed her to the floor. “You’re a fucking whore! Just like my mother and father said you were!”



“Fuck you!” Mary wiped her hair back and laughed up at him. “Yeah I like real men to fuck me, not some limp dick loser like you.” It was all she could think of saying.



“I would throw your ass on to the street but I don’t want to stay here either.” Brent went back into the kitchen and retrieved his bottle of Napoleon.



“That’s it, Hun, drowned your sorrows- that will help.” Mary followed him to the stairs where Marcia waited with David. “I can take him to my place for the night, if your would like Mr. Woodward.”



“Sure.” Mary quipped, “And take my loser husband with your to why don’t you, you Brazilian skank!”



“Where is Jade?” Brent asked all of a sudden.



“She is still with Claudette, Brent.” Marcia said, then holding on to David’s hand, left.



Brent turned to face Mary, who was crying in the kitchen. He shook his head and went to his room. A moment later Mary joined him there to find him packing.



“Where are you going?”



“I don’t want you to know that yet… I don’t know… I have my cell if anything should happen call…”



“Brent…” she pleaded.



He paused at the door.



Mary looked down.



Brent left.



Marcia and David were playing a picture card game when Brent arrived. She consoled him with hot black coffee and some of her own brandy. David drank hot chocolate and sat in front of the TV, watching his favorite film ‘Never Ending Story’. Marcia had put out blankets and pillows for him, but was planing to sleep on the floor with him when Brent asked if he could stay for the night: “I don’t have anywhere to go.”



Her apartment was small, but nice and very clean. There was a bedroom, bathroom and then the kitchen, living room, and dining room area which had a sliding glass door and a patio. Though she was excited at the prospect of Brent staying with her, she was also worried. Marcia had a secret.



Mary, alone in the large house, decided not to be alone for long. She called Jerome’s cousin and then unlocked the front door and went into Jade’s room. She looked through Brent’s daughter’s things and found a pair of tiger striped thongs, she slipped them on and a silk kimono too then poured herself a glass of wine and waited. A half hour later she was on the floor in the living room, being fucked in the ass by One Nut, and grinding her pussy up and down a mulatto’s shaft while sucking off another Black man. Several others loitered about, eating drinking, taking things and then taking there turns with her. Through the night she sucked and fucked, and fucked… and fucked.



Mary’s stomach became full of semen, her hair soaked with sweat, spit and cum and cum dried on her breasts and neck from countless pearl necklaces. The men ravished her again and again, and there were countless numbers. In every chair she fucked them, on the couch, the patio, the bathroom, Jade’s bedroom, her son’s bed, and her and her husbands bed. Three to four men at a time, until there was nothing left in the house to drink or eat or take.



Claudette pulled her BMW into the driveway, “Stay here Jade.”



“Yes mother.” Jade twirled her hair and flipped through the SIRUS radio channels, finally deciding on her mother’s downloads as the SIRUS didn’t play the kind of hate rock that she liked. “Bunch of pussies and posers.” she said of the radio.



At the door a large black man in a wife beater shirt greeted Claudette. “Hey baby… looks like we got new whores!”



“Yeah… in your dreams pal.” with an extended finger she pushed him back into the hall.



“Come on bitch you know I could satisfy you!”



“Really?” Claudette frowned, “If you really want to be the man to satisfy me, try holding down a job for a month. Where’s TJ?”



At that the man backed off completely and pointed up the stairs. “I think he’s watching the show ma’am.”



“Very well.” she pushed her sunglasses up her forehead, keeping her long blonde hair out of the way.



Two men, hearing the commotion at the door came to investigate and were all grins until the man at the door signaled them to leave her alone. “That’s Claudette dog!” They back peddled into the master bedroom where on a urine and cum soaked bed, Mary lay on her stomach. Jades thongs, only shreds around her sweaty neck which a large fat Black man used to pull her back on his dick as he fucked her ass.



Mary whimpered softly, hardly noticing Claudette in the room.



“TJ…” Claudette’s thin lips curled up at the edges, her high cheek bones shined in the early dawn sunlight as it came in through the window. “You haven’t been naughty have you?”



He shook his head. He had been pulling at his dick, but he showed both hands to her upon request. “Three days baby. As promised, you know how hard it is to watch all this stuff and not take part? I am a horny MOTHERFUCKER already.”



“I know.” Claudette observed Mary with contempt. “I never liked her.”



“AWWWSHIT!” the fat Black man came in Mary’s ass, bucking and choking her with Jade’s thong, then let her go. She collapsed forward on the bed.



After the man left Claudette turned to TJ. “Lets take care of you first.”



TJ grinned, but not for long. Claudette reached into his pants and squeezed his dick at the base, tightly.



“Hey!”



“Shut the fuck up! Claudette tolerate’s no insolence from her ‘bitches’!” She squeezed harder. “You going to cum for mistress?”



“Yes!” TJ gasped. “YES!”



“Let us see it!” she bent over and put his dick into her mouth. “Cum you MOTHERFUCKER!” was the last thing she said before he screamed in anguish and blasted her face and mouth with his hot cum. It sprayed on her neck, her hair, her face and in her mouth, so much that she had to swallow twice. “Oh yes! You please mistress.” she rubbed his dick on her face and then let it go. TJ retrieved a warm washcloth for Claudette as quickly as he could, limping slightly from the pain she had delivered him. she cleaned up and put her hair in a tail. “Now have your friends clean this house up and get Mary presentable then beat it, the Woodward’s will be here tonight and this place has to be spotless. Understood?”



TJ nodded and thanked her and followed her to the door thanking her.



“Damn it!” Claudette kicked the wall at the entrance. “Jade wants a CD from her room, I believe it is a band called Prussian Blue… get it!” she snapped her fingers.



TJ got it and brought it back to her, thanking her for the chance and the privilege to serve.



By the second night at Marcia’s place. Brent was making it difficult for her to keep her secret. She had made dinner and the three had enjoyed a movie then, after they did the dishes together and played a board game with David, Brent walked her to the bedroom. “I want to thank you for being so kind to me us Marcia.” he began.



“Don’t.” she stopped him, “I could never repay you for everything you have done for me. You welcomed me in and gave me a place, there is nothing I can do to..”



Brent had kissed her, stopped her in her words with a kiss. “I had been wanting to do that for.”



Marcia pulled him into her room and kissed him back, full on the mouth, tongue searching, exploring. They spun around stripping off each other’s shirts and landed on her small bed, still kissing. He fondled her tiny breasts and bit at her nipples.



“I am so embarrassed about them, I have nothing to offer you Brent.”



“They are wonderful, small and cute, pretty like you.” he said biting and licking and nibbling at them. He groped her butt through the tight jeans and they kissed again. She sucked on his neck and undid his pants. When he moved to undo hers, she grew nervous and rolled him on to his back, kissing his mouth, his neck his chest and then going down on him. She took him into her mouth and sucked him stiff. She groped his balls gently and rubbed his thighs. Sucking hard on his dick and working her head up and down the length of his shaft.

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Hello ladies, I know you’re out there and I say a big hello. My name is Mitchell Murphy I am 35 years old, 6 ft 2 and athletic. I work out every day and have a six-pack. Some people tell me that I look like Peter Facinelli but more like Twilight Carlisle. My hair is dirty blond my eyes are light brown. I am hot, if I say so myself and the ladies have all told me I am very sexy.



I am a Senior Vice-President at a top Forbes Fortune 500 company. I do my job well. I am rich and spend my money on the apartment I own and on the women, I take out. I drive a Mercedes Benz SLSC. I live in a three-bedroom penthouse apartment in Battery Park City in New York.



The women I date, love being with me. I always take my women to the best clubs. I get all kinds of tickets to entertainment events, sporting events and the theater. My women love being with me because they know they will get a great dinner, a fun evening and I will fuck them until they scream. I’m good and I know I am good and so do they.



You may think I’m a big cocky and I am because I know what I have to offer.



I’m a love it and leave ‘em kind of guy. I’ve never been in love and I plan to stay a bachelor for a very long time. I am the George Clooney of my group of friends. One of the girls I’m seeing now is named Chloe. She is 5’10″ with the longest legs and long dark hair. I love when her hair is in a ponytail, because when I’m fucking her I can wind it around my hand and pull her head back.



She has a very tight pussy because I was the one who took her virginity. Chloe has these doe eyes which when she got on her knees and begged me to be the one, just made me hard. Who was I to refuse?



After a very nice dinner, I took her to my home. I stripped her of her clothes and started sucking her size 36C breasts. I sucked and licked her nipples. Chloe squirmed beneath me and I hit her thigh with my hand. SLAP! “Be Still” I ordered and she stilled. I bent down, trailing my tongue down her body, licking and sucking her skin; leaving my marks. Chloe is trying very hard to stay still as I start fingering her clit.



“Oh, Mitch, that feels so, so. Ah” She is close, but I’m not going to let her cum, not yet. I’m going to tease her until she begs me to thrust my dick into her pussy and then I’m going to fuck her hard the way I like it.



I bend down and tug at the hairs on her pussy. “The next time I fuck you, I want all of this shit off. I want you to have it waxed for me tomorrow. I don’t like a hairy pussy.” I say and then I hit her on the pussy. She yelps and I thrust my tongue into her. Pushing her legs back. I order her to hold them and I begin to eat her. I am a master with my mouth. I suck and lick her pussy lips and she’s squirming. Penelope is moving and I slap her pussy again. “Stay still dammit!” I order. She tries her best, but I know she can’t help but move. Reaching under my mattress I take the restraints I have their and tether her by her knees, so she is spread wide. I feast on her pussy. Her legs wide open and open to me. I bring her to a screaming climax that until now she has only had with three other girls and her own finger.



It’s now my turn. I want her to suck my dick, but that will wait until later. Right now, I want in that pussy. I grab a foil packet and tear it open. She watches as I put on the condom. ‘Watch because from now on you will do it for me.”



I climb up on her body sucking her nipples. Rubbing my cock on her sex she begs, “Please Mitch, please fuck me. Please oh god, please.”



“I’m going to fuck you my way and you’ll scream.” I say and she begs some more, “Mitch, do whatever you want baby. I want you to be my first.”



I rear back and slam all the way into her. I know she wants to close her legs but she cannot. It’s a good thing I have the entire floor because Chloe screams from the pain and I press my lips onto hers. I still, allowing Chloe to get adjusted and then start moving in and out. I’m slow at first, but soon she gets into it. I loosen the restraints so she can wrap her long legs around my back.



I start fucking her faster and faster, moving my hips the way I know the girls like. She is cumming nonstop, pulling at my hair, begging me to go faster and I hold on. I want her sore. She’ll be coming back tomorrow and the next day until I get rid of her. I pull out almost all the way out then slam into her and I cum.



I hold her and cuddle with her for a few minutes, then I get up pulling gently out of her, take off the condom, throw it away and go wash up. I return with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. I know her pussy is sore and I wash her. I am considerate like that — at least the first time.



When I finish Chloe leans on my chest and kisses my nipple. I grab her ponytail and say to her, “It’s time for you to suck my cock.” She gazes up at me with those doe eyes and she kisses down my body. I have a big dick. I’m not going to lie. It’s ten inches, its cut, and it’s beautiful. Even guys want to suck my dick, straight guys, but I don’t go that way. I love pussy too much, but I love watching a guy salivate when I go into the men’s room. They all look, even the black guys. My dick is a work of art. Every day I thank God and my parents for this dick. My dad’s dick isn’t as big as mine so I must have gotten this from my mother’s side. Good old mom, still a looker who comes to see me twice a year. We hang out, I behave and introduce her to the current girl who she will say isn’t good enough for me and then I’ll dump her and report to mom that as always she knows best.



Lately however, mom has been gripping about grand children. I told her before I was 40 I would think about it. Who says I have to marry the damn girl I knock up. I’ll pay child support and visit the kid, but I want my freedom.



I just went off topic, back to Chloe sucking my cock. I love making a woman gag with my dick because I haven’t found one who could take it all. I



Chloe does her best, but she’s inexperienced. She won’t be for long because ladies, I plan to turn her into one of my sex slaves. I plan to keep her on a string. I plan to whip her. I plan to paddle her. I plan to do all kinds of nasty things to her and she will enjoy it all, then my plan is to leave her. She will call and email and beg me to return her calls and I won’t. When I’m done, I’m done. The next man that gets her will not be able to please her because she will be thinking about me. She will blame him time and again for not being good enough. Too bad fellas, eventually she’ll choose someone and be unhappy for the rest of her life because she could not have me.



I know you think I have a big ego. When you got it, flaunt it. If you don’t like me that’s fine, but I love you and if I make love to you, you’ll fall in love with me. They all do. I’m not a bad guy, I send all my ladies off with a kiss, a gift and try to make them feel better by saying, “it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just not ready for anything serious.” They all fall for it and it’s the truth. I love pussy and control and for me that’s a high.



I have 30 women that I can call day or night and they will all come running. I am never without a woman. These women are all over the country and two in London and Paris. I am master of my universe. I love women, don’t get me wrong, but they all should know their place and their place is to be on their knees worshiping my dick.



One of my 30 a woman named Samantha invites me to a party given by her boss. She is an attractive brunette with a short haircut and a beautiful pussy. She keeps it the way I like it with just a short strip. Samantha and I have an understanding. She does what I want when I want it. I can call her day or night and even if she has someone in her bed, she’ll either leave them or kick them out if I want to come over.



Samantha learned how to suck my cock. She was eager. She wasn’t a virgin, but had a tight pussy. The hard part for her was when I took her ass. She begged me not to and I sent her home. I stopped speaking to her. For two weeks, she called and pleaded to see me, finally she agreed that I could fuck her ass.



I did and now she begs me every time to fuck her in the ass. She cums the moment my dick is inside her anal passage. I have tied her up, whipped her and spanked her and Samantha comes back for more. I like her because she isn’t whiny. She knows the score and just wants me to do whatever I want.



It’s black tie so I’m dressed in a tuxedo. I look good, I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I look damn good. As the limousine arrives to pick me up, I know that tonight after this shindig, I’m going to bring Samantha here, restrain her in my bed, paddle her ass and then shove my cock deep into all her holes.



Samantha looks drop-dead gorgeous in a slinky silver gown. On the drive to where the party is, Samantha spends her time on her knees sucking my cock. She finishes up just as we get there and I order her to fix herself, which she does. She’s a very smart sexy lady and I like her.



I am astonished when we pull up to a mansion in Greenwich, CT. It is a 12,000 square foot stone manor. The limo pulls up, the door is opened and we walk up the steps to the front door where it is opened by a butler in full dress uniform. A very handsome man about sixty who greets Samantha with a hug and a kiss on the cheek follows him. She introduces me to him. His name is Morgan Winthrop III. He is one of the richest men in the world and the name partner of the law firm where Samantha works. Samantha has moved up a notch in my belt. We are led inside where there are about 100 people. I am introduced to lawyers, a few judges, a senator or two and a few celebrities.



We are there for about 15 minutes when everyone turns as a woman wearing the most beautiful royal blue sequined evening dress comes down the stairs. She is strikingly beautiful. Her skin is the color of honey. She has brown eyes that look like topaz and light brown curly hair. This woman walks down the stairs like a Queen and I know at once that she is the mistress of this house.



My dick, which has been calm, springs to attention. It has caught up with my head. I want this woman. She comes down the stairs and greets her guests. I watch every move she makes. I watch how she moves, how her graceful her hands move. She is like a gazelle.



Samantha maneuvers me over to meet her. She is laughing and her laughter makes my dick jump repeatedly. In my mind, I am saying. Calm down boy, but my dick knows that it wants inside his woman’s pussy badly. She turns to me and looks at me with those eyes; it is like a punch in the gut.



I am speechless and barely mumble my name. Samantha introduces us. Her name is Claudette. She is even more stunning up close. I want to kneel at her feet. I want to kiss her toes. I want to run my hand through her brown curly hair. I am in shock at my emotions. I don’t do this. Dinner is called and I am jealous when Morgan takes her arm and leads her into the dining room.



I am even more jealous that I am not sitting next to her. I ignore the two women sitting beside me and they chat with other people. My eyes are on the Nubian Beauty sitting at the head of the table. I can’t stop staring at her. I have never dated a black woman. Until now I have never wanted to, but I know that if I don’t have her, I will forever want her and that’s not me. I know once I have her, the mystique will wear off and I will just treat her the way I treat all the other ones.



I day dream and see myself peeling off that dress and seeing what lies underneath. I want to lick that black pussy and taste the wonderful juices she will secrete. I want to fuck her and have her scream my name.



Dinner over, we have dessert and there is entertainment and conversation. I manage to talk to a few of the power people in the room. Samantha is spirited away by one of her colleagues and I am speaking to a blonde young thing who whispers to me that she wants to suck my cock. I ignore her and she pouts and walks away. I am standing alone, drinking a brandy when I hear, “So you’re Samantha’s date. Have you had a good time? It’s Mitchell isn’t it?” The voice is soft and sultry.



I turn and she is standing there, the goddess that I want. “Uhm, Yes Mrs. Winthrop.” I say nervously. “Not Mrs. Winthrop. I am Claudette Casey and this is my home. Mr. Winthrop is a, friend of mine. He was my date for this evening. Are you and Samantha a couple?” She asks as she smiles at me. Her teeth are gleaming and white. Her dress cut just low enough to give me hope. I want her. I want her as I have never wanted anyone.



“No, Samantha is a friend. We spend time together.” I say and Claudette leans over and whispers, “Do you fuck her?”



I am taken aback and find that my ears are turning pink, “Sometimes.” I say. “Did she suck your cock on the way here?” She whispers again and I see the devilish twinkle in her eyes. Again, my ears turn pink and I can feel myself blushing. What the fuck is this chick doing to me?



Just when I am about to answer, Morgan Winthrop comes and kisses her cheek, “my dear, there are guests who wish to say goodnight to you.” She returns his peck and is gone. I am left standing there jealous. Claudette turns back and winks at me leaving me stunned and confused.



It is time for us to go and I don’t want to. I want to be between those honey colored thighs. Samantha and I say goodnight to Morgan and Claudette. She kisses Samantha on the cheek, “I’m so happy you came dear and I look forward to seeing you with your young man again.”



I only say, “I had a really good time and hope to see you again.” I am hoping to see her again. I am praying to see her again. I know that I will do anything to see her again.



What I do not know is that I’ve just been introduced to the woman who will change my life forever.



At work the next day, I can barely concentrate. All during the ride home, I pepper Samantha with questions and learn nothing except that she is a client. Samantha tells me she signed a non-disclosure agreement and cannot discuss Claudette with me. I am furious and sulk all the way home.



When I take Samantha home she invites me in, but I just send her up to her apartment and go home. Quickly I undress and shower. All I can think about is her face, the way she walked, the way she talked. I have a hard time sleeping, all I can picture is black thighs wrapped around my head and my tongue licking a beautiful honey colored pussy.



Morgan Winthrop, billionaire was restrained. His body wrapped in thick rope. He had been whipped and his hard dick was in a cock cage. He was blindfolded and he was happy. The person holding the whip was Claudette. She was decked out in a long black gown with black boots. “So my little slave boy, did you get what you needed from tonight’s events?”



Morgan nodded. He knew not to speak until she gave him permission. “Then you know how to thank me, don’t you my bitch?” she said hitting him hard with the whip. THWACK! THWACK! He moaned. Claudette hit him again and he whimpered.



Morgan stuck out his tongue and waited. Claudette grabbed his gray hair, pulling it hard. She hiked up her dress and lowered her pussy onto his mouth where he licked her for hours. She had cum and cum again and still was not satisfied. Getting up she untied him and freed his cock. She whipped him some more and struck his cock and balls. He groaned and screamed. Claudette squeezed his balls harder as she sat on his hard dick and she fucked him; throwing back her head squeezing him tighter and tighter with her muscles she ordered him not to cum. Morgan obeyed. He was her slave. He worshipped at her pussy. She meant more to him than his children, his five ex wives and all his money. She meant more to him than his company. She was everything. He was nothing without her.



Claudette thought about this night. She thought about the handsome young man who had been Samantha’s date. She thought about how he should be tied and whipped. She wanted to wipe that cocky attitude off his handsome face. She was close to coming and she ordered Morgan to cum. He did screaming, “My Mistress thank you.”



Claudette envisioned Mitchell in Morgan’s place and at that moment, she found her release.



I went to work and managed to work on the two billion dollar merger I was assigned to. My mind would flash to beautiful topaz colored eyes and long honey-colored legs. I was like a bitch in heat, yet I managed to make it through my meetings.



The entire week went like that. I worked late every night and didn’t get home until nearly eleven. I showered and went straight to bed, but in my dreams were beautiful brown eyes or long tan legs. I awoke in the night and stayed awake seeing her face.



On Friday, I left work early. I had phoned another one of the women I liked to keep on sexual retainer. Her name is Maria. She is Italian and has beautiful long dark hair, dark brown eyes and a 40 DD bust. Maria is the only woman I know who sashays into a room. Those hips of hers swing back and forth. I don’t do any preliminaries. I have been overheated all damn week, so as soon as she comes off the elevator I take her hand and drag her into my apartment. I push her onto the wall and start kissing her. My tongue invades her mouth and she responds. Maria rips open my shirt and tongues my nipples. I grab her hair and hold her to my chest. Tugging back her head roughly my tongue plows into her mouth. “Mouth on my dick now Maria.” I say and she trails kisses and licks down until she gets to my pants.



Maria sinks to the floor, my hand still holding her hair. Hurriedly she unzips my pants and takes my hard cock into her mouth. Maria likes to lick the head. She loves my pre cum and she twirls her mouth around the head and then licks down my length. She is slow and deliberate, but tonight I’m in a hurry. All I keep thinking about are those black lips wrapped around my dick.



Tugging on Maria’s ponytail, I yank her head up and thrust my dick in her mouth. I use her hair as leverage pulling it up and down. I am pistoning in her mouth and she’s looking up at me. She gags. “Bitch take it all.” I say and push her further on my dick. She chokes and I know she can’t take it all. I ease up just a little and start fucking her mouth faster and faster. I am so close to cumming and then I see those eyes, those beautiful light brown eyes and my dick just stops. I look down at Maria who is still sucking me.



She’s doing a good job, but it is not her lips I want to feel. Gimme a break! I think. I only saw this fucking bitch for a short time. What the hell? I renew my efforts to blow my wad and really ruthlessly fuck Maria’s mouth. Tears are streaming down her face. I have never been so brutal with her, but my dick won’t let me cum this way.



Grabbing Maria’s hair, I pull her off my dick. “Get undressed and into bed. I’m going to fuck you.”



Maria does as I ask and I am stroking myself envisioning Claudette’s hands and mouth on my cock. I am hard again and place my dick at the opening of Maria’s pussy. I can’t look at her, I can only think about Claudette and envision it is her pussy that I am fucking. I slam into Maria causing her to gasp at the pain, “Please Mitchell, please it hurts. Slow down baby, please.” Maria begs.



“Shut the fuck up. You know it will feel real good soon.” I slap her ass and my dick deflates a little. “Keep your mouth closed.” I order Maria and I start moving in and out of her seeing Claudette’s face in my mind. I am fucking Maria harder and harder, “yes baby, that pussy feels so nice. I knew it would be like this. “It doesn’t take much longer and in my mind I can hear Claudette saying, “Cum for me baby, cum.” And I squirt, then I pour into Maria. I have never cum like this and it is all because of her.



I am exhausted and hold on to her hips. “Baby,” Maria says, “You have never fucked me like that. It was so brutal, so rough. I liked it.”

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