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  1. Some husbands become horned involuntarily and with the help of their partners ... here is an erotic story on that subject. Defiled Young Secretary By The Cryptkeeper (WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing r******** and violence offend you.) Kelly Woods needed this job desperately. Her husband, Todd, became another victim of the worst economy since the Great Depression. With only her income now, the newly married couple barely made their rent and car payments. If she lost her job too, eviction from their apartment and repossession of their car threatened to leave them destitute. Fortunately, John Simpson, the owner of Franks and Simpson Marketing where she worked, was a kindly old gentleman who liked her. Although others possessed superior secretarial qualifications, John Simpson took Kelly under his wing because she reminded him of a younger version of his own . Unfortunately, Mr. Simpson suffered a severe stroke one evening. With Mr. Simpson permanently incapacitated, the Simpson Family decided to sell the company to a wealthy young black man named Reggie Johnson, who had made his initial fortune as a drug dealer before subsequently purchasing a number of businesses to launder his money. Reggie had little interest in running the marketing firm -- even though it produced a profit -- and intended on closing the operation and acquiring its real estate. But when he saw the young Kelly Woods with her sapphire blue eyes, flawless white complexion, and red, shoulder length hair, his enormous cock twitched in his pants and his plans changed. She couldn't be more than 19-years-old, Reggie thought. Kelly's petite body sported perfect female proportions. "Hi, what's your name and what do you do here?" Reggie asked Kelly as he wandered up to her desk with his eyes undressing her. Kelly had no idea that a black man like Reggie could possibly afford to purchase the place where she worked and soon become her boss. "Who was this huge Negro who stared at her so strangely? Didn't he see her wedding band? What was he doing here and why was he asking her these questions?" she wondered to herself. Kelly answered Reggie in a snotty tone, "My name is Kelly Woods and I'm Mr. Simpson's secretary". Little did Kelly realize that the huge, intimidating black man she condescendingly spoke to was not only her future boss, but also a black demon. As a black demon, Reggie Johnson harbored deep hatred for white men and sought his revenge on them by forcing himself on beautiful white women. Reggie took great pleasure in spoiling the tight little pussies of young white girls -- especially married ones -- with his gigantic, black baby-maker. What always began as r******** eventually became willing participation by his victims once he expertly fucked them a number of times and forced them to cum on his huge cock. Reggie noticed Kelly's recent wedding picture sitting on her desk and the modest wedding band sparkling on her finger as she nervously shuffled some papers. He knew her type all too well: a young, uppity white bitch who viewed all black men as inferior to her punk-ass, honky husband with his small prick. The naïve young girl remained oblivious to her fate as Reggie fantasized about making the beauty unwillingly orgasm multiple times, initially coercing her body - and eventually her heart - to betray her new husband. With time and careful planning, Reggie intended to get inside his new secretary's panties. As the weeks passed, Reggie learned much about his new secretary and her husband by listening in on her private phone calls at work. Even though Kelly and Todd found themselves in a dire situation, the newlyweds still loved each other very much. But Todd grew increasingly depressed from his inability to find work and their financial difficulties. Reggie also discovered how much Kelly disliked blacks in general, and he in particular, which further galvanized his wicked intentions. In hopes of introducing a little more friction into his secretary's marriage, as well as cutting down on the company's costs, Reggie changed the employee health plan. Among other things, the new medical insurance no longer covered contraceptives. Reggie covered his mouth so Kelly wouldn't hear him chuckle from his office one day when he listened to Todd whine to her on the phone about how infrequently they now had intercourse. The couple couldn't afford to buy enough condoms, nor could they afford to have a child. Reggie carefully devised a plan to r******** his stuck up, white secretary by requiring her to accompany him on a business trip to Chicago in a month when the Super Bowl would be played there. He called his old pal Leroy who owned a cheap motel in the city and reserved a block of three rooms - unoccupied rooms on both sides of theirs would ensure no one heard her struggles. Leroy gladly agreed to assist Reggie in his scheme. "I'm going to need you to come with me on a trip to Chicago in January. Call the Princess Motel at this number and ask for Leroy. Book two rooms - one for you and one for me on these dates," Reggie said to Kelly as he handed her a sheet of paper with all the information on it. Kelly swallowed nervously as she saw that she would have to be gone for four days. She realized the dates encompassed when the Super Bowl would be played in Chicago. "I don't know about this, Mr. Johnson. This is during the Super Bowl. They may not have any rooms available," Kelly said, hopeful that her boss would change his mind. "Go ahead and give Leroy a call. If they don't have vacancy, I'll have to figure something else out. We have some important clients I want to take to the game," Reggie replied. Reggie knew Kelly did not want to travel with him, which only made him want to fuck her more. Kelly called the Princess Motel and spoke with Leroy as instructed. "It sho is your's lucky day, ma'am. You has my last two rooms," the ignorant sounding black voice on the phone said. Kelly's heart sank in her chest. How could she stand being away from Todd for four days? He had been so sad lately; this would only make his depression worse, she thought. Mr. Johnson made her feel so uncomfortable, yet now she needed to travel and likely dine with him during her time away from Todd. Kelly's hopes of somehow avoiding the trip proved futile. Over the next few weeks she entertained the idea of pretending to be sick when the time to leave arrived. But being a seasoned sexual predator, Reggie suspected that Kelly might try to weasel her way out of going with him to Chicago. So Reggie sweetened the deal by informing Kelly that she would earn a $200 bonus for the trip. He also hinted to her the possibility of terminating staff that failed to pull their weight at the firm. As the time for their departure neared, Kelly actually considered quitting her job. She spoke with Todd a few days before the trip and explained, "Honey, I don't like my new boss, Mr. Johnson. Something about him gives me the creeps." "Has he said anything inappropriate to you or made a pass at you?" Todd asked. "No, it's just something about him I can't really explain. I don't want to go to Chicago. I really want to quit my job and find something else," Kelly said. "You can't do that, Kelly. We need the $200 badly and we'll lose everything if you quit. Don't you see how hard it's been for me to find work? There aren't any jobs out there now. Find something else that pays as well first. Maybe you're just imagining things because you don't want to leave for four days," Todd replied. "You're probably right," Kelly answered, deciding to follow her husband's advice rather than her female instincts. Had she quit her job like she wanted, things would have been tough for a while. But the couple would have made it somehow and eventually times would improve. Instead, Todd unwittingly exchanged his beautiful, young and innocent wife to a black demon for a few dollars. Kelly worked late the night before her departure. Mr. Johnson had her running errands all over town most of the day and then a pile of paperwork waited on her desk when she returned to the office in the afternoon. "I need you to finish typing the TCR and Smithfield proposals and then get these modifications sent back to Tyson Corporation. When you complete those tasks, make sure you get the documents in your basket filed," Reggie barked at Kelly. "I want everything caught up before we leave tomorrow," he added. Reggie purposely piled on extra work for Kelly in hopes that if he worked her until exhaustion, she would be too tired to have sex with her husband before leaving for Chicago the next day. He realized the poor girl would be at the office until at least 9:00 pm with the amount of tasks he left for her. At 6:30 pm, Reggie decided to go home. He glanced over at Kelly still busily completing the work he had given her. Reggie felt his cock grow hard as the grotesquely large, black organ anticipated corrupting another innocent, white pussy. Soon the dumb bitch would be unable to stop cumming on his big, black pole, Reggie thought. He couldn't wait to see her delicate pink folds cling to his charcoal stick as she begged him to stop fucking her. Reggie had repeated this scenario numerous times with other married, white women. Eventually all of them succumbed to multiple orgasms and gradually grew addicted to his colossal manhood. None of his victims had ever reported him for r******** because Reggie carefully targeted his sexual prey. He possessed an uncanny ability to read the psychological makeup of women and only selected girls that he knew were too insecure to admit that a huge nigger cock had permanently spoiled them. Kelly definitely fit the required psychological profile and soon Reggie's goliath cock would spoil her tight vagina too. Reggie's plan had worked perfectly. Kelly arrived home at 10:30 pm completely drained. She skipped supper due to her fatigue and went straight to bed as Mr. Johnson expected her to report to work extra early to finish up any last minute details the next morning. Todd snuggled up to his adorable, young wife, gently caressing her soft, red hair. As she lay in bed wearing only a red, silk thong, his hand slowly made its way down her smooth, light skin and began fondling her firm tits. "No, honey, not tonight... I'm too tired. I have to get up early tomorrow," Kelly said as she rolled on her side away from Todd and fell asleep. Todd briefly admired his wife's beauty before he turned off the light. Kelly weighed about 110 pounds and stood 5' 6" tall. Firm and nubile, her 19-year-old body was perfectly proportioned with a tight little ass and perky, breasts. Unfortunately, Todd didn't realize that because of his bad judgment, a black demon would soon feast on his wife's treasures, gradually forcing her body to betray him. Kelly would reluctantly learn to appreciate the greater masculinity and superior race of her boss, who unlike her passive, white husband would take her when he wanted. The next morning, Kelly showered and carefully shaved and waxed her bikini area. Kelly had been a competitive swimmer in high school and began manicuring her genitalia shortly after puberty because she spent considerable time in pools wearing a variety of swimsuits and bikinis. Even though she naturally had very sparse pubic hair due to her youth, she was used to being smooth down there and left only a small strip of short red hair above her vagina. She kept the rest of her private area baby bald as she disliked the itchiness she felt when stubble grew. At work Reggie placed another stack of papers on her desk to complete. Kelly labored diligently throughout the day, taking only one 15 minute break to eat a small sandwich for lunch. Their flight left at 4:30 pm but stopped in Orlando, where they would wait two hours before catching a connecting flight to Fort Wayne and then on to Chicago. ************************************************************************* The black taxi driver who drove Reggie and Kelly from the airport to the motel observed how much the young couple contrasted each other. At 6' 3" tall, Reggie's 250 pound muscular build dwarfed Kelly's toned but petite frame. His dark chocolate complexion made Kelly's fair skin appear snow white in comparison. "Man that nigger is one lucky son-of-a-bitch," the cab driver thought as he correctly guessed that Reggie was going to fuck the young girl at the motel. At 11:45 pm the cab finally brought Kelly and Reggie to the Princess Motel, located in a very bad part of town. The naïve, young housewife wondered why promiscuously dressed women stood in the parking lot so late at night. From the outside, the place appeared like a rundown dump to Kelly. She hoped that the inside accommodations would be better. But then again, she felt so tired that all she really cared about was taking a warm shower and going to sleep. Kelly went to the office to check in while Reggie paid the taxi driver and retrieved their bags. Reggie joined Kelly in the motel office his arms filled with their luggage. Kelly turned to Reggie and distraughtly said, "There seems to be a problem with our reservations. They only have one room available." Reggie saw a panicked look like a caged animal in Kelly's eyes, as she nervously spoke. "What do you mean there's only one room available?" Reggie demanded of Leroy, pretending to be irate over the situation. "We made reservations two weeks ago!" "I is sorry sir. We only has one room available, which I will makes complimentary for you because of the mix up," Leroy answered apologetically while admiring the unsuspecting young beauty. "What a fine piece of ass," Leroy thought. Reggie was the luckiest brother in the world to be getting some of that grade "A", prime white pussy. "I don't think we will be able to find anywhere else for you to stay tonight because of the Super Bowl," Reggie said to Kelly. He turned to Leroy and asked, "Can you check around at some other hotels to see if there's any vacancy for us?" "In the mean time, you'll have to share my room. I'll sleep on the floor," Reggie generously offered to Kelly as he escorted her from the office and to their room, Leroy following with their luggage. The idea of sharing a room with her black boss caused Kelly to feel anxiety similar to what one experiences prior to speaking to a large audience for the first time. But stranded in the bad section of a big city far away from her home, Kelly didn't have much choice. Besides, Kelly knew that Mr. Johnson expected her to be a team player. If she pressed the matter she might anger Mr. Johnson and possibly lose her job. Todd would not understand after he had insisted that she go on this trip with Mr. Johnson in the first place to earn extra money. Kelly tempered her complaint and naively went with Mr. Johnson to their room. The room Kelly and Reggie entered appeared in somewhat better condition than the exterior of the motel. On the go since early morning and having had little to eat for two days, Kelly felt exhausted and famished. Kelly didn't know it, but Reggie had purposely prevented her from eating a descent meal all day. "I'm starved - how about you?" Reggie asked. Kelly nodded her head yes. "Is your motel restaurant still open? Reggie asked Leroy. "No sir," Leroy replied. It closed at 11:00 pm. But I think I can get you a bottle of wine if you wants." "Well I guess wine is better than nothing. Bring us your wine," Reggie instructed. Kelly figured she would just have to wait until morning to eat and began unpacking her bags as Leroy left to fetch Mr. Johnson his wine. Reggie had arranged in advance for Leroy to bring Kelly a glass laced with Rohypnol. "Mr. Johnson, I can't drink alcohol. I'm not 21 yet," Kelly said after Leroy returned and handed her a drink. Reggie feigned disbelief even though he knew his secretary's age. "I thought you were at least 25-years-old," Reggie bluffed. "Look, we should have stopped earlier to eat, but it completely slipped my mind. You need to put something in your stomach. Besides, I am expecting you to help me entertain our clients. You're going to have to drink a little something with them to be sociable, so you might as well get used to it now," Reggie adamantly insisted. Again Kelly experienced great uncertainty and fear. Something just didn't seem right about this entire situation. But even though she disliked her black boss and didn't drink, Kelly couldn't risk falling into his disfavor. "Okay, maybe just one glass tonight," Kelly said giving in to Reggie's high pressure. Leroy gave Reggie a knowing smile as Kelly took the drink from him. Not used to drinking alcohol or fond of its taste, she forced down the glass of Pinot Noir in several quick gulps and shuddered. She was tired and eager to take a shower and go to bed. For the first time in many years Leroy felt his old cock come to life as he left the bottle of wine behind and went back to his office imagining the stuck up white bitch on the business end of Reggie's big, black love staff. While Kelly showered, Reggie stripped down to his boxers and waited by the bathroom door for the unsuspecting housewife to exit. Kelly quickly shaved her female area and finished bathing. She turned off the faucet and toweled herself dry. With one hand against the wall to avoid losing her balance, Kelly donned her pink, silk thong and matching bra. She had begun feeling dizzy - probably from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, she thought. Kelly slipped on a flannel sleep shirt over her sexy undergarments, finding it increasingly difficult to visually focus. She felt incredibly sleepy. Intent on heading straight to bed, Kelly opened the bathroom door and instead collided with Reggie in just his blue boxer shorts. Now heavily stoned, Kelly didn't notice Reggie until she bumped into his burly chest. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" Kelly exclaimed as Reggie wrapped his muscular arm around her thin waist and drew her tightly against his hard, black body. "I'm gonna give you some loving, Baby," Reggie replied with a sinister grin on his face. "No - stop it!" Kelly protested in slurred speech as she pushed her tiny hands against Reggie's hard chest trying to break free from his firm grasp. She loved her husband Todd, the only man she had ever been with. She could not possibly think about making out with someone else - especially a disgusting black man, she thought. Reggie ignored Kelly's demand. "Let me go," Kelly implored as Reggie dragged the petite girl toward the bed while she struggled to escape his grip. Kelly didn't stand a chance against Reggie's brute strength, quickly finding herself on her back beneath him, pressed into the mattress by the weight of his solid body. "Get off of me!" Kelly yelled as Reggie tore the flannel sleeping shirt off her. Reggie knew that even if someone could hear Kelly scream, the prostitutes and drug addicts that frequented this motel would never call the pigs. Reggie wrestled with Kelly in the sheets for a few minutes until her stomach absorbed more of the Rohypnol Leroy had placed in her drink earlier and her resistance waned. The dumb, white bitch finally entered a semi-conscious state that left her practically defenseless and Reggie now easily unfastened her bra. Kelly's titties were perfect globes of white, topped by flawless circles of youthfully pink, quarter-sized areolas. Reggie sucked each of her nipples causing them to grow hard. He then rolled the responsive buds between his fingers to keep them rigid. Kelly had the finest little body, Reggie thought as he observed her flat, tight abdomen, exquisitely smooth skin and slender legs. She obviously worked out and took care of herself. Her husband must have been a complete idiot to let such a cute wife go on a four day trip with a black man, Reggie mused. The stupid honky deserved to have his wife's tiny pussy spoiled by a nigger. Reggie's hands glided down Kelly's firm tummy and into the waistband of her panties. Even in delirium, Kelly feebly tried to remain faithful to her husband and stop Reggie as her small hands weakly attempted to keep her panties on. "No, Mr. Johnson. I don't want this...please," she murmured as if from a distant place. Reggie unclasped Kelly's fingers from the silk undergarment, pushed her hands to the side and removed the last tiny barrier between him and complete access to her most private, guarded and intimate area. A small, thin strip of pubic hair above her neatly manicured pussy verified to Reggie that she was a natural redhead. All these white girls went through so much effort grooming their little cunts. They all wanted to be fucked by big niggers, they just didn't know it, Reggie thought. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Her dumb, white husband made a huge mistake. While she certainly could be trusted to remain faithful to him, a strange man could not be trusted alone with her. Todd was a fool sending her off alone with a black man. Great art like Kelly needed to be protected, not left accessible for someone like him to easily steal. "We are lovers now," Reggie said to his delirious victim as he separated her legs. "No, I'm married. I can't do that," Kelly quietly sobbed as Reggie carefully parted her soft labia with his black fingers and inspected her pink chamber. "You're just having a wet dream, Baby. Relax and let me make you cum," Reggie replied. He was going to screw with her mind as well as her body. "Please, I don't want you to make me cum," Kelly responded. "Don't you like black men?" Reggie asked knowing full well she did not. The Rohypnol acted like a truth serum and Kelly answered her tormentor honestly, "No, I don't like black men." "You're gonna love niggers when I get through with you girl," Reggie gleefully said, licking his thumb and index finger. Reggie slowly inserted the wet digit into Kelly's previously exclusive vagina searching for her G-Spot while gently messaging her little clitoris with his thumb. "Please don't do this to me," Kelly cried as her pussy grew moist in response to its invasion. "Tell me you wanna cum on a nigger cock and I'll stop," Reggie said. "Oh, God, I don't want this. Why are you doing this to me?" Kelly asked. Reggie noticed Kelly's clit harden and her pussy become soaked. He had located her special spot. "You like that don't you girl?" Reggie asked. "Noooooooooo, I don't like it. Oooooooooooh stop," Kelly mewled. Her pelvis, however, divulged the truth to Reggie by autonomously moving ever so slightly in response to his expert stimulation. "Tell me you want my nigger cock inside you and I'll stop. You're dreaming anyway girl. Don't fight it," Reggie reassured her. "But I love Todd," Kelly whimpered. "Don't you want to keep your job? What will Todd think if you get fired? Todd wants you to fuck me. That's why he sent you with me for four days," Reggie said. The emotional connection to her husband proved stronger than Reggie had anticipated, for even under the influence of the Rohypnol, Kelly thus far refused to orgasm and maintained control of her body. Reggie had encountered similar scenarios with previous victims and understood the female psyche better than women themselves. His fair captives tried not to cum because deep down in the feminine subconscious, their orgasm represented their most intimate expression of love for a mate. By forcing his unfortunate targets to climax, psychologically they committed the ultimate act of betrayal on their husbands. Each time Reggie coerced a married woman into having intercourse with him, he further diminished the emotional bond to her spouse. He liked controlling white women and forcing them to betray their husbands by making them cum. Kelly grew confused by Reggie's suggestions as the level of Rohypnol in her blood stream increased. Maybe this was a horrible dream. Would Todd really want her to fuck her boss to keep her job? He did encourage her to go on this trip with the disgusting Negro and did not let her quit like she wanted. No, even if this was just a dream, it was disgusting and immoral, Kelly thought. She tried to close her legs and pull Reggie's finger out of her. But the big, black hand was firmly in place and would not budge. Instead the pace at which he stroked her seemed to increase. "Oh, no you don't," Reggie said and pushed her legs open again with his free hand. Kelly momentarily sat up on her elbows as if she had suddenly realized something, glanced down her flat tummy, and dumbly watched with her dilated eyes as Reggie masturbated her. Reggie wondered what went through her mind that caused her to temporarily sit up and observe her own defilement. "Ooooooooooooooooooh......nooooooooooh.....don't," Kelly cooed as she fell back again. "You need to let me keep doing this if you want to keep your job," Reggie said. Kelly squirmed on Reggie's hand a little but did not answer. Reggie continued the "Cum Hither" on her, drawing his index finger up and towards him as if summoning Kelly from inside her vagina to "come here". At a nice, steady pace, his fingertip constantly stimulated the upper wall of her pussy while his thumb traced small circles around her clitoris. Reggie had amused himself playing with Kelly's cunt in this fashion for a long while, silencing her protests. She had reluctantly become aroused and accepted Reggie's suggestions in her confused, drug induced state. She had to let Reggie do this to keep her job. It was all just a bad dream anyway, Kelly thought. Reggie smiled with satisfaction when he felt Kelly's pussy slightly contract on his finger a few times. He had successfully brought the young housewife to a small orgasm. "That's a good girl, keep cumming for me. This will make Todd very happy. You will keep your job and might get a raise," Reggie said. Kelly grudgingly obliged her boss' request. The faint voice from deep inside that had earlier made her try to stop Reggie had been drowned out. She was doing this for Todd, she thought. Todd wanted her to keep this job and she had to do what Reggie said. Reggie relished the control he now exercised over his young, white secretary's body, maintaining her small orgasms. Extremely wet and excited, her relatively inexperienced pussy had been adequately prepared for its new dark mate. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's very aroused vagina. Because of the Rohypnol, she wasn't sure how long he had been molesting her and welcomed the reprieve. Closing her spread legs, she thought the bad dream finally ended. Reggie swiftly slid off his boxer shorts, releasing his enormous, black viper from its confinement. He returned to the bed, grabbing hold of Kelly's knees and spreading her legs very wide. "I want to sleep. Leave me alone," Kelly whined with her eyes tightly closed. With his index finger and thumb, Reggie gently stretched open her labia while placing the bulbous head of his cock up to Kelly's entrance. He could see her wet, pink mucous membranes waiting to receive him. Since she believed this was all just a bad dream, Kelly tried ignoring the sensation between her legs at first. But the pressure intensified as Reggie's monstrous cock sought access inside her. Kelly opened her eyes to see Reggie leaning over her, his dark skin revealing bulky, highly defined muscles. She looked further down and observed the ripples in his hard stomach. But, her eyes grew wide with fear when they finally reached Reggie's penis. What a horrible nightmare she now found herself in. The charcoal appendage spanned the distance to Reggie's naval - at least three times the length and girth of Todd's modest member. "No, stop. That can't fit in me!" Kelly suddenly barked. She pushed hard against Reggie's tight chest and tried to wiggle her pelvis away from the hideous, black organ. Reggie disregarded Kelly's plea and applied more force. "You'll have to find someplace else to work if you don't let me fuck you. Todd will be very upset when he learns you got fired for not doing your job," Reggie said. The Rohypnol made Kelly very confused. She could not afford to lose her job. "Please, Mr. Johnson, I don't want to. I'm married," Kelly cried. "You're dreaming, Kelly. You need this job, remember? Todd will become more depressed if you get fired," Reggie answered. While Kelly's drugged mind struggled to determine the validity of Reggie's comments, his prick slowly invaded her pussy. Kelly's labia tightly stretched to admit the mammoth phallus entering her previously sovereign territory. Once past her initial boundary, the black snake slithered further inside, soon passing the depth reached by Todd's meager manhood and exploring unchartered areas deep within her femininity. "Oooh ... nooo....owweee, please take it out - it hurts," Kelly wailed. The walls had more empathy for her cries than Reggie. All the women he fucked hurt at first, but soon loved it, he thought as he covered her mouth with his hand and continued drilling into her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Kelly tried to yell. Her tight little body twisted beneath Reggie in an unsuccessful effort to dislodge him. But his big, black cock was already too far inside her. Instead Kelly's traitorous cunt successively surrendered more of its domain to the large, black intruder within it, gradually accepting Reggie's gigantic cock as its new mate. After a while, Kelly's pussy accommodated Reggie's full length and her pain subsided into discomfort and ultimately pleasure. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's mouth once her anatomy adjusted to his size and she had quieted down. "Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh," Kelly mewled in unison to the squeaks from the bed. Reggie had noted her involuntary reactions as his cock visited different places inside her pussy and then exploited the susceptible areas. Her cunt betrayed its pleasure in small orgasms that she tried unsuccessfully to prevent. "No, please stop doing this to me. Ooooh, nooo...I'm married. I can't do this," Kelly complained. Reggie thought her sorry, white husband would really be depressed if he could see her cumming on his cock now, but replied differently to Kelly, "You're doing a good job and this is helping you and your husband by earning some extra money that you need." Feeling his own climax approach, Reggie quickened his pace. Somehow Kelly's female instincts worked even in her stupor. She noticed Reggie's acceleration and realized he wasn't wearing a condom. She did not want his sperm. In a panic, Kelly pushed her tiny, white hands hard against Reggie's black chest. "Please don't cum in me. Take it out now," she implored. Reggie ignored Kelly's pleas. His cock erupted like a violent volcano and filled her pussy with its potent jism. Kelly felt the soothing warmth of Reggie's rich cream shoot inside her. "Oh, no, no, no, why did you cum in me?" Kelly asked. Reggie did not answer. His cock remained snugly inside the helpless girl shooting a few more rounds. The deed was done. Kelly's hands fell from Reggie's chest back to her sides and her resistance faded. She had been defeated and no longer had reason to fight - her pussy received a black man's spunk. Reggie remained on top of Kelly until she drifted to sleep and then withdrew his long, flaccid penis from her flooded vagina. The virile goo oozed down the crack in her ass. With his fingers, Reggie scooped it all up and carefully placed it back into her full pussy. He then pushed her lips closed so it would not leak out again. "Waste not, want not," Reggie thought. Kelly awoke around noon. "You must have been really tired," Reggie said staring down at her with a big grin on his face. He was fully dressed in a blue business suit and had been awake since early that morning. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. Kelly's mind seemed foggy from the Rohypnol. She remembered drinking a glass of wine the old black man, Leroy, had given her and then taking a shower - but nothing more. "I let you sleep in a while, but we need to get going now. We have to meet with a client I am taking to dinner tonight. Put something nice on," Reggie instructed Kelly. Kelly jumped out of bed and to her embarrassment, discovered she only wore a thong and bra. Reggie had dressed her while she slept, but discarded her sleep shirt that he had torn. She glanced at Reggie and noticed him looking at her with hungry eyes. Once more Kelly's female intuition sensed danger, but the naïve, young wife dismissed her fears as unwarranted. After all, Mr. Johnson had not made a single advance towards her that she could remember and voluntarily slept on the floor the entire night. She hurriedly went to the closet to find something to put on. She must have forgotten to bring her sleep shirt, she thought as she slid the hangars looking for something appropriate to wear. With Kelly's back towards him, Reggie admired her firm, little ass. It smoothly curved and lacked a single blemish. He wanted to bend her over right then and there and drive into her silky pussy again, but decided to wait until later that evening. Reggie felt a perverse satisfaction knowing that his sperm now dwelled inside Kelly. He hoped one of his swimmers would be lucky enough to fertilize her white egg and cause her flat belly to swell with a black baby. Kelly selected a skirt and blouse to wear. Because they were already running behind, she quickly dressed without noticing the crusty residue in her panties. During the course of the day, Kelly remembered bits and pieces of an awful nightmare she experienced the previous evening. She curiously glimpsed at Mr. Johnson's crotch a number of times when he wasn't looking comparing what she had dreamed to what was there. She noticed that he really had an abominably large bulge in his slacks. That evening, Reggie took Kelly and their potential client, an attractive black woman in her early thirties named LaShonda, to a seedy bar and grill called the Golden Ring near the motel. It seemed an odd place to bring someone you wanted to impress. In fact, Reggie and LaShonda discussed nothing related to business and conversed mostly about sports and people Kelly did not know. They had obviously been friends. After dinner, Kelly and Reggie returned to the motel. Kelly eagerly walked to the office hopeful that perhaps another room had come available. "No ma'am, no vacancy until after da Super Bowl this Sunday," LeRoy replied. She would have to stay with Reggie three more nights. Kelly returned to the room in despair. She missed Todd and still didn't feel comfortable with Reggie, especially after the awful nightmares she had about him. When she entered the room he had changed into a pair of black nylon gym shorts and was lying shirtless in the bed watching television. Kelly briefly eyed the bulky muscles defining his chest, arms, and stomach before nervously proceeding to the shower. Kelly came out of the bathroom after finishing her shower wearing a loose fitting pair of sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. She wanted go to sleep, but felt awkward asking Mr. Johnson to get out of the bed. "Do you want to take turns sleeping on the floor? I will sleep on it tonight if you want," she said. "No, Kelly, this is a pretty big bed. I don't think either one of us needs to sleep on that nasty floor again. Look at all the stains on the carpeting," Reggie answered. Kelly momentarily looked at the rug observing numerous discolorations. There was no telling what possibly dwelled in that filth. "Come lay down here. I won't bite, I promise. I'm just going to watch some TV for a little while then I'll go to sleep. No funny business, I promise," Reggie continued. Kelly didn't want to offend her boss by implying that he would do something improper, so against her better judgment, she trusted Reggie and got into the bed leaving as much room as possible between them. Drifting to sleep, Kelly remained as close to her edge of the bed without falling off as possible. Some hours passed when Kelly's slumber was interrupted by Reggie's hand softly squeezing her breast. "Mr. Johnson, what are you doing? Stop touching me; I'm married," Kelly groggily complained latching on to his hand to move it off her. Reggie's hold on her tit would not budge. "Stop it!" Kelly exclaimed in a raised voice. Reggie unexpectedly pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple through the fabric of her garment. "Owe!" Kelly howled in response to the sudden pain. "Shut up bitch and let me feel you up if you want to keep your job," Reggie angrily sneered. The abrupt change in Reggie's demeanor caught Kelly completely off guard. Paralyzed with fear, she lay motionless as Reggie's hand slipped under her t-shirt and bra and resumed fondling her tit. He gently rolled her tender nipple between his fingers making it hard. Kelly didn't know what to do. Someone else besides Todd - a black man - was touching her body! But she couldn't afford to lose her job so she had to tolerate the unwanted attention. Once Reggie determined that Kelly would not resist, he set out taking off her shirt and bra. "No, Mr. Johnson. I'm married and I can't do this," Kelly protested. "I just want to see your tits. I won't do anything else. You want to keep your job don't you?" Reggie answered. Kelly hesitantly allowed her shirt and bra to come off, foolishly hopeful that Mr. Johnson would keep his word and proceed no further. But once Reggie had her topless, he immediately began sucking on her firm tits. "No, Mr. Johnson. You said you just wanted to see them," Kelly objected. Reggie again pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple, causing yet another yelp from her. "I will fire your ass if you don't cooperate. I told you I just wanted to see your tits. I won't do anything else. Now shut up!" he shouted. Fearful of further punishment and of losing her job, Kelly endured Reggie's attention to her breasts. As long as he didn't proceed any further, she could withstand this, she thought. Reggie concentrated on keeping her little pink nipples erect. While Kelly disliked Reggie's actions, after a while her body responded. Reggie detected Kelly's growing complacency and slid his hand down her tight, smooth abdomen to the waistband of her pants. Kelly grew tense fearing the destination of Reggie's hand. "No more, Mr. Johnson. We have to stop now," she said. "No we don't have to stop if you want to keep your job at my firm," Reggie replied, his hand slipping into her sweat pants and then inside her panties. He could feel the warmth emanating from her vulva as his hand descended lower. Kelly took in a deep breath when his fingers reached her pussy and started masturbating her. "No Mr. Johnson, I can't. I'm married. Stop," Kelly whined. "Yes you can. No one will find out and I promise we won't go any further than this. Just relax," Reggie reassured her. Kelly felt horrible doing this to Todd and allowing her nasty black boss to touch her this way. But the many suggestions Reggie had made to Kelly the previous evening while she had been under the influence of the Rohypnol remained in her subconscious. Todd couldn't even handle his own unemployment. He would sink into an even deeper depression if she lost her job too. Convinced that she needed to cooperate or lose her job, Kelly allowed Reggie to continue, the flapping bulge in her sweat pants indicating the diligence of Reggie's fingers repeatedly dipping into her wet folds and then returning to gently circle her clitoris. Reggie watched Kelly's face display disdain and frustration from her body defiantly reacting to his foreplay the way nature intended. Reggie allowed this new boundary with Kelly to become established before advancing further. Each time the dumb, white bitch made a concession, he gained more control over her. He carefully observed Kelly gradually relax, let down her guard, and succumb to the sensations he caused before proceeding. After exciting Kelly enough to lower her defenses again, Reggie's free hand grasped the front waistbands of Kelly's panties and sweatpants and in one swift motion pulled them both off simultaneously before she could adequately react. Her awareness returned. Kelly sat up reaching for the wad of clothing around her ankles. "No more Mr. Johnson, that's enough. I don't want to do this. You promised you wouldn't go any further and you have." Kelly stated. "Listen bitch, I'm getting tired of your God Damn shit. You're going to cooperate or you will look for a new job, find another place to stay tonight, and walk your ass back to Tennessee. I will cancel your airline ticket. Good luck out there in this neighborhood," Reggie threatened. The change in Mr. Johnson shocked Kelly. Yes, he had given her the creeps, but he had never displayed such meanness. What would she do stranded outside in this terrible area in the freezing cold with no money and nowhere to stay? She didn't have any credit cards; how could she afford airfare back home? What would she tell Todd? Reggie pushed her down and slid the bundled garments from her feet. He then inserted his big hands between Kelly's thighs and attempted to pry her legs apart. "Open your legs, bitch, or get the hell out!" Reggie commanded. With tears in her eyes, Kelly allowed Reggie to spread her legs wide open. "Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Johnson?" Kelly sniveled. Reggie's silent answer was beyond Kelly's comprehension, but the words he failed to utter expressed jealousy for the white man that surpassed his extreme lust for the flesh of young, innocent, white females. By spoiling a beautiful, married, white girl's pussy and forcing her to cum intensely numerous times, Reggie retaliated against the white man as well as satisfied his own perverse sexual appetite. A faithful wife could commit no greater betrayal on her husband than to allow herself to orgasm from another man, especially a black man with a superhuman sized cock. If Reggie successfully impregnated the white man's wife, her marriage rarely survived. Having a black baby left a married white woman rejected by her husband, shunned by her own race, but welcome in the black community and accepted by African American men. Reggie removed the most desirous white women from their own gene pool by making their offspring part of the black race. With her legs spread wide apart, Reggie resumed the process of ruining Kelly's marriage and stealing her valuable eggs for the black race, like he had done to many other white, married women in the past, licking his thumb and index fingers and resuming the "Cum Hither" he had performed on her the previous evening without her knowledge. Thanks to the Rohypnol, Reggie had learned a lot about Kelly's body that night without her remembering any of it. Kelly sobbed as her pussy responded. The sound of Reggie's digits splashing in her moisture became embarrassingly audible. Her hands moved down to pull Reggie's fingers away from her vagina, but stopped before reaching their destination and remained suspended above her pelvis wanting to go further, but unable, as she remembered his threats and the pain he had inflicted on her tits earlier. After a few moments, Reggie watched Kelly's hands drop to her sides and clench into the mattress instead of achieving their original goal. He had her right where he wanted. "Oh, oooh, ooooooooh noooooooo. Please Mr. Johnson, stop doing this to me," Kelly begged while her pelvis squirmed. "I know your pussy likes it and I'm not going to stop until you cum for me," Reggie replied with a loathsome smile. Kelly tightly closed her eyes and shook her head side to side trying to fight her own body. But her pussy grew more aroused, her protests slowly silenced and she once again accepted the new boundaries Reggie established relinquishing more control of her body to him. It was only a matter of time before she would become complete jelly and succumb to the urge Reggie was placing in her. She could not fight it forever, Reggie thought as he watched Kelly writhe from his fingers. Even after bringing Kelly to a small climax, Reggie's refused to stop masturbating her, taking delight in watching her defeat continue, the spasms in her pussy grow stronger. "Naah... aaah... please...ooooh," Kelly mewled, nonsensically. Eternity passed before Reggie removed his fingers from Kelly's pussy; but, Reggie's tongue immediately replaced them, tracing circles around her clit and then lapping up the sweet nectar inside her. Todd had never performed oral sex on Kelly before, and the thought of someone actually putting their mouth on her vagina disgusted her. "Stop it, Mr. Johnson! You promised you would not go any further," Kelly bemoaned, pushing Reggie's head away from her privates with her tiny hands. Reggie swiftly slapped Kelly's hip, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her white skin that painfully stung. "Owe, stop, owweeeeeeee, okay," Kelly yelped as the slaps continued. She turned to avoid his smack in one spot, only to @@@@@@ another to the same punishment. Reggie swatted Kelly so hard his hand smarted temporarily. "One more time and you best pack your things and get out. Don't bother coming back to the office, either, because you'll be fired," Reggie warned when the blows stopped. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. Please don't hit me anymore. I'll be good," Kelly sobbed. "I need my job. Don't fire me." She couldn't believe Mr. Johnson's cruelty. Her hips, thighs, and stomach displayed bright red markings where he had struck her. Kelly sat half way up on her elbows with a contorted look on her face and watched Reggie shove her legs apart, spread her delicate pink lips open with his dark fingers, and delve his tongue back into her pussy. He successfully gained yet another concession from her. Kelly passively witnessed Reggie enjoying the mildly sweet flavor of her vaginal secretions. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't risk losing her job or further physical abuse. Her pelvis twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to avoid Reggie's tongue on her clitoris. But completely opened to him, her most intimate anatomy remained easily accessible. Kelly eventually grew accustomed to this level of intimacy as well and again fell back allowing Reggie to enjoy her nectar. Reggie observed her pelvis start to respond each time he licked around her engorged little clit. She still tried to suppress her reactions, but began tiring from the struggle. "Oh, oh, please, noooh," Kelly softly repeated. With her defenses lowered again, Reggie decided the moment arrived to finish his conquest and completely take Kelly. Before she had enough time to react, Reggie quickly slid his boxers off and placed the head of his enormous black phallus up against her small, pink opening. She could not close her legs with Reggie already between them, so Kelly sat up on her elbows once more and with dismay watched Reggie's large penis begin its entry inside her. The hideously large organ with numerous veins bulging beneath its skin and a scrotum as large as a softball could not possibly be human, she thought. "No, Mr. Johnson, please. You're too big for me. You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you," Kelly pleaded as her labia stretched around the glans of Reggie's cock. She knew better than to protest too adamantly, however, and watched helplessly as the monstrous organ slithered deeper inside her. "Mr. Johnson, I'm not taking any birth control. I could get pregnant. Please take it out," Kelly begged to no avail. Reggie lowered himself on top of Kelly, his weight forcing her to lie back again. "At least put a condom on Mr. Johnson. I don't want to get pregnant," Kelly begged, his cock proceeding further into her with each thrust. "Sorry, Baby, they don't make rubbers big enough to fit me," Reggie replied. Kelly could not believe this was happening to her. Married less than six months, she had never been with another man besides Todd and now her black boss' cock was in her pussy without any protection. This was all Todd's fault, she thought. If only he had let her quit like she wanted. Instead, Todd insisted that she go with Mr. Johnson on this stupid trip to earn a few more dollars. As she thought about her husband, Reggie attempted to kiss Kelly. She despised what Reggie now forced her to do and kept turning her face to avoid his lips. He tightly grabbed her chin with his strong black fingers, making Kelly face him. "Open your mouth, bitch!" Reggie ordered as he crushed her cheeks together in his vice like grip. Kelly had to open her mouth, allowing Reggie's serpent-like tongue inside or suffer further consequences. Meanwhile, Reggie's cock now passed the depths established by Todd and proceeded ever further. "Mmmmmmmphhhhh... nooo... mmmmmppppph... please... mmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhh... mmpmhhhhhhhhh...stop... mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhh!!!" Kelly gasped with Reggie's tongue in her mouth. Because of what happened to Kelly the previous night while drugged, the entire situation seemed surreal, as if she had lived it before. Her inner labia clung to Reggie's slick cock like a tight sleeve. Bathed with her female juices, the shiny black rod proceeded further with its invasion and seized more of her inner territory. Kelly futilely wished Reggie would stop while her body accepted his increasing presence. She could not even vocalize her opposition now that his long tongue explored her mouth. Oblivious to the distress she initially experienced the previous night - thanks to the Rohypnol - Kelly felt Reggie's huge testicles slap against her ass and realized, to her dismay, that her anatomy had already adjusted to his huge size - with less discomfort, fortunately, than she anticipated. Kelly hoped Reggie would quickly reach an orgasm and then leave her alone. Unfortunately, Reggie's remarkable self-control lasted longer than she ever imagined possible. Furthermore, Reggie had discovered susceptible areas in Kelly's pussy the preceding night and exploited them accordingly now. Kelly fought a losing battle. The discomfort caused by Reggie's colossal cock vanished as it opened her up. The grotesque organ incessantly assaulting her secret pleasure spots caused her body to grow responsive despite her effort to suppress such reactions and remain faithful to Todd. Kelly struggled to prevent her body from responding to Reggie; but he would not stop. Kelly wanted him to hurry up and finish. Instead he went on even longer, and to her horror, she experienced another series of small orgasms. She felt frustrated. How could she betray Todd like this, her pussy contracting around the huge, disgusting, black cock inside it? Reggie felt Kelly's hard nipples poking into his chest and the small spasms in her cunt signaling her defeat. He received great joy bringing down another high and mighty white chick. This was still just the beginning though. Soon he would make Kelly cum hard and often on his big black cock and she would crave his virile organ instead of her husband's. Kelly had to stop Reggie somehow. She hated the way he kept making her cum. But her orgasms strengthened and occurred more frequently as the evening passed, weakening her will to resist. She had fought valiantly to retain control of her body, but in the end, Reggie's stamina and sexual skill overcame her defenses. Nature and 500 million years of evolution won the battle and dictated Kelly's submission to the alpha male. His huge phallus felt better than Todd's tiny penis and awoke new sensations she had never experienced before. Kelly's hands - which had previously clutched the mattress like a patient in a dentist's chair having teeth drilled - released the bedding and hesitantly landed on Reggie's sides. Reggie felt her soft, white hands glide slowly around his back, embrace him and the contractions in her silky cunt strengthen. Her legs locked around his firm, black ass in an attempt to draw more of him inside her. He broke his kiss momentarily to enjoy the music of her subjugation. "Oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, aaaah, please... I can't...please... stop...oooooooooh...nooooooh more, ooooooooooooooooooh!" Kelly mewled. A sinister look formed on Reggie's dark face; he thought it quite amusing how her body and her moans clearly indicated pleasure that contradicted her murmurs of reluctance. Now that her tight pussy was spoiled she wasn't too good for a nigger any more, he thought. He wished her dumb-fuck, honky husband could see his sweet, devoted, little wife cumming like crazy on her boss' huge black pole. It served that punk ass, whitey husband of hers right to have his young, innocent wife's pussy usurped and ruined by a stud of superior race and masculinity. As much as he enjoyed making Kelly experience multiple orgasms and betray her punk-ass husband, even Reggie's amazing self-control could not hold out indefinitely - his quickening pace signaled the approach of his own climax. Kelly's female intuition perceived the change in her new partner's movements, suddenly reminding her that he did not wear a condom. Her legs released their hold on Reggie's ass less reluctantly then they had been to initially lock around him and with equal urgency, her hands left his back and pushed at his sides. "Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, please....don't cum in me Mr. Johnson...ooooh, nooooh. Take it out, oooooh, oooooooh, please, ooooooh," she cried while attempting to maneuver her pelvis and disengage their union. Reggie played along with her efforts, somewhat, and taunted her by allowing his long dong to move ever further out of her cunt between thrusts. Kelly's hopes rose with each stroke as she attempted to position her pelvis at the right moments to expel Reggie's cock before it ejaculated. For a brief second, only the head of the robust, black appendage remained in her. She was close! But Reggie's cock was so large that even with just its head inside her, it was still beyond her ability to dismount. His hefty, black organ tantalized her by almost completely exiting only to securely return to its deeper location over and over again, delighting her cunt in the process. Reggie knew Kelly was trying to protect her precious little Caucasian pussy from receiving his potent nigger spunk. The dumb, white bitch didn't know that her sacred little twat had already accepted billions of his sperm the preceding night and that his superior, African DNA had been searching for her valuable white egg to claim for the black race 24 hours now. Kelly would receive more of his nigger jism whether she wanted it or not, Reggie thought. Kelly felt Reggie's body become tense and then pressure in her vagina from his penis filling her with its rich, potent semen. She had never received so much cum in her pussy before. Todd ejaculated a very small amount in comparison. "No, Mr. Johnson, you came in me," Kelly whined. Her attempt to break their union faded since it now became moot anyway. She now had a nigger's cum in her precious, white pussy. Reggie's coital movements slowed. He rested on top of her and felt her cunt autonomously contracting around his deflating cock as if trying to milk every last drop of sperm from it. Reggie wanted to make sure as much of his potent seed stayed in her as possible, and remained on top of her. When he eventually rolled off Kelly he grabbed her by the hair as she attempted to leave the bed. "We ain't finished yet," Reggie snarled while twisting her long red hair in his hand and forcing her face into his crotch. "Suck my cock bitch. I better not feel your teeth either!" In disgust Kelly took his thick, black meat coated with a slimy combination of their body fluids in her mouth. Fortunately, the taste was much more tolerable than she had anticipated. As she sucked Reggie's massive, flaccid phallus, he guided her hand to his scrotum and made her gently hold his bulky testicles. They felt heavy with sperm and together were bigger than her hand. Kelly noticed Reggie's cock begin to grow in her mouth and could not believe her boss' sexual appetite. She hoped Reggie would be satisfied after the long fuck session they just had. How could he possibly become aroused again so soon? It seemed like Mr. Johnson could not possibly be a normal human. Todd was done for the evening after he had an orgasm. Were all black men this potent, she wondered. Soon, only the head of Reggie's cock fit in Kelly's petite mouth. She looked so lovely holding his beefy, black shaft with both hands, milking and licking the long, vascular rod the way he taught her. In length, his cock surpassed the distance between her chin and forehead. Surely if he came again, he would be through with her for the evening, Kelly mistakenly thought. As repulsive as performing oral sex on a black man was to her, it was still better than having his massive cock in her pussy again. Unfortunately, the oral sex turned out to be merely foreplay for Reggie and his cock ended up right where Kelly did not want it - back in her pussy. This time, as the morning sunlight leaked through the curtains, Reggie made Kelly get on top of him and impale herself on his giant, black rod. She felt so degraded holding the mammoth schlong in her hands and guiding it into her wet cunt while he firmly grasped her hips to ensure she stayed on course. She stupidly let this situation happen by listening to Todd, she thought, as Reggie's cock slid all the way up inside her again, Reggie's hands rocking her hips to jump start her coital motion. His huge, black hands firmly holding her smooth, white hips, Reggie had to maneuver Kelly on his cock initially. But after a few minutes, her sexual instincts took over and her pelvis autonomously began moving on its own, although hesitantly at first. Reggie reached around and his fingers gently messaged Kelly's clit. "Oooooh," she exclaimed closing her eyes and rotating her pelvis with more enthusiasm in reply to the added attention Reggie gave to her clit, temporarily forgetting her betrayal to her husband. Kelly had entered a trance like state where her entire universe centered around her pussy, during which time Leroy quietly entered their room, on the pretense of performing housekeeping duties, and watched unobserved by Kelly as she fucked her boss. The scent of aroused female hung heavy in the air. Kelly opened her eyes, shocked to see Leroy standing in front of her with a big smile on his old black face, rubbing his crotch. "Oh my God!" Kelly blurted in embarrassment. Jolted back to her senses Kelly tried raising herself off Reggie's slick, black, love pole. But Reggie grabbed hold of her hips just before she managed to get the head of his cock out of her pussy and forced her back down. "Oooooh," she exclaimed in reluctant pleasure as his cock slid up inside her again. "Ooooooh, ooooh, noooo, please help me. He's raping me," Kelly pleaded to Leroy as her pelvis involuntarily squirmed on Reggie's cock again. Leroy chuckled and said, "It sure don't look that way to me, missy. You was all over him when you checked in yesterday night; and I can see you is cumming on top of him now." "No, he is making me do this," Kelly cried as Reggie grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. He reached around to her tit as she lay supinely on top of him, rolling her stiff, pink nipple between his fingers, while his other hand slid down to her pussy, where his fingers carefully resumed rubbing her clitoris. "The only thing he's making you do is cum," Leroy laughed watching Kelly writhe uncontrollably on Reggie's enormous cock. Leroy noticed how tightly Kelly's labia stretched to accommodate Reggie's robust prick. Her wet, inner lips adhered to Reggie's slick black shaft each time it pulled away. She was a petite girl with a nicely toned body, thin waist, and firm tummy adorned with a cute, innie belly button that bounced around from her abdominal muscles contracting. Except for a very small tuft of shortly trimmed, fiery red pubic hair on her mons, the rest of her genitalia lacked even a hint of stubble. Her smooth, light skin contrasted nicely against Reggie's dark complexion. It excited Leroy see Reggie ruin another gorgeous, young, white girl like this. Leroy observed Kelly's wedding band sparkle on her finger and knew she would never enjoy fucking her white husband's small pecker again after Reggie's monstrous nigger cock finished corrupting her pussy. Kelly's humiliation persisted as old Leroy remained in the room staring at her fully @@@@@@@ and reluctantly experiencing multiple orgasms from Reggie. The old black man reached down and softly played with her other nipple. "I hope you don't mind. I can't let Reggie have all the fun," he said. "Naaaaah," Kelly moaned and closed her eyes. She realized the helplessness of her situation - Leroy had become Reggie's accomplice and would only corroborate his claims of consensuality if she accused Reggie of raping her. After carefully studying for a while how Reggie messaged Kelly's clit while fucking her to achieve the desired reaction in the white girl, Leroy began playing with her clitty too. Poor Kelly laid on her back cumming like crazy while Reggie's cock sawed in and out of her cunt and the two men took turns fondling her sensitive, pink clit and nipples. Kelly lost track of how many times she came and how long she and Mr. Johnson had been fucking. Sometime during the late morning, Reggie had filled her with his semen for the last time that day and Leroy had left their room. Exhausted from sexual activity all night long, Kelly fell asleep in Reggie's embrace with four large loads of his cum in her. Kelly spent more time in that seedy motel room receiving Reggie's cum in her pussy than anything else the duration of the trip, discovering the entire excursion had been a successful ploy to seduce her. There were no clients to take to the Super Bowl, only her, Reggie, the Princess Motel, and occasional fondling by Leroy. An ordinary man could not possibly perform intercourse as often as Reggie had done with her. She lost count of the many times and ways Reggie had taken her. The extended foray took its toll on Kelly. While not eager to be Reggie's sexual partner, she had become compliant, loosing most of her will to resist her boss' sexual expectations and putting up only token opposition the remainder of their stay. Unhappy as Reggie's sexual partner, but compliant nonetheless, Kelly had looked forward to going home, hopeful that her forced affair with Mr. Johnson would end upon their return and she could put the entire ordeal behind her. *************************************************************************** The day of their departure arrived. With bags packed Kelly eagerly waited for the taxi to take them to the airport. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans that nicely displayed her tight little ass, Reggie wanted to fuck Kelly one last time in their motel room before leaving. "Stop pacing around so nervously and come here for a minute," he said patting the spot next to him as he sat on the bed with a familiar expression on his face. Kelly knew the look in Mr. Johnson's eyes meant he wanted to fuck her again, as he had given her that same stare many times over the past four days and it always ended up the same way. But the taxi would be there any moment to pick them up. Surely he didn't expect to go all the way with her now, she thought cautiously sitting beside Reggie. Kelly sat beside her boss and he immediately pushed her down in the bed and began unbuttoning her jeans. "No, Mr. Johnson, we can't. The taxi will be here soon. There isn't enough time," Kelly said grasping the waistband of her jeans as Reggie opened them and pulled them off her hips anyway. He wanted her to have a fresh batch of his nigger sperm in her pussy when she arrived home to her honky husband. "We'll just have a little quickie before leaving," Reggie replied. He spread her legs and pulled her thong to the side. Over the past four days frequent intercourse with Reggie had conditioned Kelly to anticipate sex with her boss. Her pussy reflexively became wet at the first hint of his desire to fuck her, so Reggie easily sunk his big, black cock in her now with little preparation. "Oh," Kelly dumbly exclaimed as Reggie's long, fat dick dove into her wet pussy. The bed squeaked loudly as he drilled her. Their ride took longer to arrive than Kelly had hoped and her pelvis began humiliating coital movements in reply to Reggie's cock. She could not stop herself from clutching Reggie's back and embracing him. She was married and didn't want to do this but his giant penis felt so good. Why did Reggie keep making her have sex with him? Relieved to hear the taxi's horn outside their room, Kelly thought she would at least be spared from receiving more of her black boss' semen before going back to her husband. "We have to stop now, Mr. Johnson, the cab is here," Kelly softly said. But Reggie ignored the honk and hammered into her a few more seconds until his cock hosed cum in her pussy. Reggie made her quickly lick him clean and swallow a few residual globs of jism that oozed from the head of his prick, then he swiftly zippered up his pants and signaled out the door to the cabby to wait a minute while Kelly hurriedly put on her jeans. While in the cab, Reggie's gooey ejaculate leaked from Kelly's pussy making her silk thong wet and sticky. In a rush she didn't have a chance to clean herself before leaving the motel and carried a huge amount of Reggie's spunk inside her. ************************************************************************** Kelly arrived home with more than just the luggage in her suitcase, but also enormous guilt. As Todd greeted her with a huge kiss and hug, he had no idea that Kelly's mouth had sucked her boss' cock and swallowed his cum only a little while earlier. Nor did Todd realize later that evening when he put on a condom to make love to his wife for the first time in over a week that her pussy contained another man's sperm and had been spoiled by repeated, unprotected sex with a black man's penis that greatly dwarfed his own manhood. Todd thought his wife's vagina felt differently as he made love to her that night when she returned from Chicago, but he wasn't quite certain. It had been a while since they had been together and wearing a rubber made it difficult to feel her anyway. As usual, it only took Todd a couple of minutes to reach orgasm. Kelly noticed the tiny amount of semen his small penis ejaculated into the tip of the condom. She found the sex with her husband hard to enjoy, attributing the lackluster performance to her preoccupying thoughts of Reggie. She just couldn't get into making love to Todd with the awful memories of Mr. Johnson fresh in her head. One thing was certain: she could never let Todd find out that a nigger's cock had ruined her pussy. Hopefully, things would improve over time once the memory of her horrible ordeal with Reggie faded, she thought. Kelly's search for another job proved fruitless as the recession worsened. But to her relief, Mr. Johnson ignored her for a few weeks. Kelly believed Reggie lost interest in her, the affair had ended and her life would now return to normal. She had even stopped talking to Todd about quitting since Reggie had relatively little work for her to do and it was an easy paycheck in difficult economic times. Everything seemed to finally be returning to normal, except for Todd's depression, when one day as five o'clock approached, Mr. Johnson asked Kelly to come into his office for a minute. "I need you to come in here and take some notes for me," Reggie said as he stood by his office door with his hand on the knob. He had that familiar look in his eyes that Kelly knew meant only one thing. Kelly panicked. She didn't want to have sex with Mr. Johnson again and remembered her fertile period approached, although uncertain exactly when she would ovulate. "It's five o'clock Mr. Johnson. Can it wait until morning? Kelly nervously asked as the other employees left for the day. "This will only take a few minutes," Reggie replied with a smirk. Kelly wore a pair of black slacks with a pink blouse. Reggie had admired her hot ass in those nicely fitting pants all day long and eagerly anticipated stuffing his dark meat in her juicy cunt again. For a moment Kelly considered refusing Reggie's request and telling Todd she had been laid off. But then she remembered her financial situation. With Todd still unemployed and his depression worsening, no money saved, and behind in their rent and car payments, if she quit it would not be long before they lost their car and became homeless. Kelly needed to keep her job so she proceeded into the office unsure of her fate, Reggie shutting and locking the door behind them. Reggie wrapped his arm around Kelly's thin waist and drew her toward him; his other hand fondled her perky breast through her pink blouse. She should have kept one of Todd's condoms with her, but feared her husband might notice one missing or grow suspicious if he found one in her purse. "Please don't make me have sex with you again, Mr. Johnson. I'm not taking any birth control pills," Kelly pleaded. Reggie's cock hardened like a rock in his pants at the prospect of impregnating the pretty, white bitch. He sat Kelly on his desk and began unfastening her slacks. "I don't want to get you pregnant either so I'll just play with your pussy a little bit, okay?" Reggie said to get her guard down. He knew Kelly's weaknesses and intended on exploiting them to get inside her. "Noooo Mr. Johnson. This isn't a good idea," Kelly answered as Reggie opened her pants and slid his hand inside Kelly's pink, silk panties. It had been too long since he had enjoyed her tight sexy body, Reggie thought as he felt her soft, smooth skin and firm belly. Kelly tried to think of something she could say or do to stop Reggie before she lost control to him, but things rapidly went too far. "Oh God, no," Kelly murmured, rolling her eyes back in her head as Reggie dipped his finger in her soaked opening and then softly stroked her clit. With his free hand, Reggie pulled off Kelly's slacks and unbuttoned her blouse. "Please Mr. Johnson. I can't do this. I'm married and you'll get me pregnant," Kelly cried. "I promise I won't get you pregnant. Relax, I'm just going to play with your pussy for a while," Reggie reassured her again while removing her blouse and bra. Kelly now sat on the desk wearing only her panties with Reggie's hand inside them. Reggie caressed her small, lightly pink nipples to erection on her beautifully shaped tits. With Reggie masturbating her, Kelly felt trapped into playing Russian roulette. She knew her boss' deceitfulness, but had to trust him anyway as he gently pushed her back and then pulled off her thong. Leaning on her elbows, Kelly watched Reggie finger fuck her as her long legs dangled from the desk. Reggie touched her the right way in the right places until he received the reaction he wanted from Kelly. He watched her breathing deepen and a dreamy look appear in her eyes as he twirled his thumb around her clitoris. She slowly lowered herself off her elbows and lay back on the desk, relinquishing more of her apprehension. "That's a good girl, Kelly. You just lay back and don't worry. I'm going to take care of you as long as you let me play with your pussy when I want to," Reggie said. Kelly wanted to tell him to stop while she still had a little willpower left. "Oooh - this isn't right, Mr. Johnson," she moaned. I'm married. Please stop doing this to me." "It's alright Kelly. You're just doing what you need to do to keep your job. You're a good wife making this sacrifice for your husband. As soon as you cum for me I'll stop," Reggie falsely reassured her. Kelly's silky vaginal secretions coated his fingers, making it easier to arouse her. Kelly closed her eyes and allowed her natural reflexes to take over. Reggie delightedly observed her pelvis begin gracefully twisting responsively to his strokes. "Oooh, ooooh, aaah, ooooooh," she murmured. Reggie quietly unfastened his pants and lowered his boxer shorts with his free hand while continuing to masturbate Kelly. Almost without interruption, Reggie's cock replaced his finger in Kelly's wet pussy and his thumb kept tracing tight circles around her hard clit. Kelly's eyes opened when she felt Reggie's huge cock enter her. "Ooooh," she exclaimed in a combination of felicity and worry, climbing back up on her elbows and witnessing Reggie's cock sink further inside her vulnerable cunt. "You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you." "I'll take it out in a little while," Reggie replied as his cock smoothly plunged all the way into her. "Just lie down and don't worry," he said nudging her backwards again with his free hand. Kelly really had entered her fertile period and Reggie had brought her to a place where she could not fight her body's urge to reproduce. She readily accepted Reggie's promise, surrendering to his humongous black pole rapidly thrusting into her and forgetting about the possible consequences of their union. The only thing Kelly thought about was her pussy and how good it felt to take all of Reggie inside her. She loved Todd, but sex with him had not yet returned to the pleasurable experience it was before Reggie spoiled her cunt. Her three week abstinence from Reggie allowed intercourse with Todd to begin improving. But now Reggie's cock occupied her again, reinforcing the preference for his thick, elongated, black meat it had forced her pussy to acquire several weeks ago. "Don't forget to take it out," Kelly half-heartedly reminded Reggie as she locked her heals around his ass and ground her crotch into him. Her cunt expressed its desire to receive Reggie's semen by tightly contracting around his phallus. She was cumming on his black baby-maker just like he had wanted. "That's my girl. Keep cumming for me. I'm gonna take it out soon, Baby," Reggie said with a devilish smile, maintaining his pace and continuing to play with her clit. Kelly helplessly climaxed hard for Reggie multiple times. Her stupid-ass, whitey husband was going to be real happy with all the overtime she was earning for him tonight, Reggie thought. In nine months Kelly would also have a little black bonus to bring home for all her hard work. Without warning, Reggie explosively squirted inside Kelly a number of times before removing his cock from her towards the end of his orgasm and spaying his remaining rounds on her clit and in her belly button. In the middle of an intense orgasm herself, Kelly didn't comprehend that her pussy had received some of his rich cream again. She felt Reggie spreading the slippery fluid over her tummy and rubbing it on her excited clitty and mistakenly assumed he had withdrawn in time. Kelly came to her senses when Reggie finished with her, realizing the mistake she had made. She quietly slipped her clothing on and went home with a sticky reminder in her panties of what she had done. ************************************************************************** Kelly's job became very easy, but involved servicing her boss more often. Although she initially disliked the frequent "overtime" Mr. Johnson required her to perform, the extra money helped with their finances and Todd had no idea that Mr. Johnson was fucking her. But the more Mr. Johnson took her, the less satisfying sex became with her husband. Kelly lost interest in Todd as her sexual partner and increasingly craved the superior attributes of her black boss. Kelly's compliance with Mr. Johnson's sexual demands transformed into complacency. After a few months, Kelly's once flat stomach bulged. When she gave birth to a 10 pound black baby boy, Todd left her and Reggie introduced Kelly to some fellow brothers. She ended up moving into the projects and having several more black babies all with different fathers.
  2. My favorite erotica Cuckold network

    Here we are one more time. Happy and Merry Christmas to all the people of Cuckoldfart. Now another of the most exciting Cheatng and seduced wife stories Their Wives Belong To Me byrailroadlady© and highly modified by EroticWriterNote to our readers. I found this a while back on another site and thought the concept of it was quite hot and fairly well written. I clicked on the name rail road lady but it would not work, so I could not contact 'her' if the author really was a woman.I greatly enhanced the story, adding much detail, making some changes including the taking of photos, and heating up the sex. I place it here with acknowledgments to the original author and for your enjoyment. I also changed the title. Originally it was just 'Victor Sylvester.'The call came at about 9 am."Hello!""Ahh, Yes. Mrs. Jacobsen?”“Yes.”Mrs. Jacobsen, this is Victor Sylvester, I work with your husband."That was an understatement, Victor Sylvester was the Chairman of the Elotus Corp, and my husband Richard was the chief financial officer.“Ahh yes sir. I know who you are.”"I know you are aware that Richard is a prime candidate for the presidency of Elotus, and I need to have a word with you in private regarding his future and yours.""Well certainly Mr. Sylvester, but I am not sure how much help I can be, and Richard is in Phoenix this week.""Well, that's why I'm calling, because what I have to say is for your ears only, something of a surprise for your husband you might say."His ‘surprise’ for my husband comment caught my interest immediately. "Yes of course, Mr. Sylvester.. Where would you like to meet?""Well, let's keep it informal, what if I stop by your home in about an hour, would that be convenient for you?""Well, yes, it will give me time to straighten up a little.""Fine Mrs. Jacobsen, I'm looking forward to seeing you again." He hung up.My mind is whirling; perhaps he is going to let me tell Richard that he got the presidency. What else could it be? Richard has been with Elotus for 15 years, and it is his whole life. He has advanced steadily to his present job, and is very excited about this opportunity to be the president.The next hour passed very slowly for me as I anticipated the arrival of Mr. Sylvester. I showered and dressed in a way I thought an executive's wife should. And then his car pulled in the driveway.Victor Sylvester was not my favorite person. I am sure he is very good at his job, but he does have a reputation for being very ruthless in advancing his interests for the company.Physically he is rather short, about 5 7, and with a pot belly showing his love for drink and fine food, but he had always been quite polite to me and the other wives whenever there would be a company gathering.I answered the door with the ring of the doorbell. He smiled as I stepped back to let him in."Lovely to see you Mrs. Jacobsen." he greeted me."Thank you, Mr. Sylvester” I said as sweetly as could be, though inwardly I was nervous. “I can hardly wait to find out why you wish to see me privately." I said. "Please call me Gloria and,” I pointed towards the kitchen, “would you like coffee?""That would be very good, thank you Gloria."I relaxed. So far this seemed to be going smoothly. "Please have a seat in the living room, I'll be right back."I could feel his eyes following me as I went to the kitchen for the tray I had prepared. My skirt was short but fashionable, and my silk blouse was what a career woman might wear. Smart, a little transparent and probably quite revealing as it clung to my breasts and allowed just a little cleavage to show.I had worn nylon stockings and a garter belt, (Richard hated panty hose) and a string of pearls. I didn't wear heels often around the house but this morning was a special occasion.I had dressed to impress and I am sure that Mr. Sylvester knew it.Mr. Sylvester watched me as I came back to the living room. Bending over to put the tray on the coffee table I could feel his eyes looking down my blouse, and strangely, I enjoyed his looking. ‘This is for my husband’ I kept telling myself.I poured the coffee as quickly as I could, and then sat facing him. His eyes followed me as I crossed my legs, and I realized that my skirt was quite shorter sitting down. Blushing, I uncrossed my legs and attempted to pull the skirt down but to little avail. He was enjoying this I could tell.What made it even harder was the fact that now, facing him, I needed to physically push to keep my knees together so that he could not look between my thighs and catch a glimpse of my white panties."You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Jacobsen.""I am flattered Mr. Sylvester, but I am sure that is not what you came here to tell me.""I came to talk about your husband's career and his possible promotion to the presidency of our company and the part that you will be instrumental in playing in seeing him realize his ambitions."“My part?” I felt warning bells going off. "But how can I possibly assist you, Mr. Sylvester?""Lovely lady, you can guarantee his promotion by simply being nice to me."About that time, with his comment to be nice to him, I realized that I had unconsciously allowed my thighs to relax and that my knees were no longer together. I quickly considered pushing them together and decided to let it go. What was done, is done. Maybe he can see my panties and maybe not."I don't understand." I stammered. But already I was hoping that what had crossed my mind wouldn’t come true. My mind was whirling with his words as he continued to gaze unrestrainedly at my legs, and letting his eyes drift up to my breasts. I felt my face turning red."Let me explain it to you then."His eyes fixed on mine and he continued."Gloria, You are a beautiful woman, and I think beautiful women should share their charms and their bodies, and not keep them for just one man. You have been to the company gatherings and been seen by all. There is not a man in my company who hasn't expressed the desire to sleep with you, no, the word is they all want to fuck you, but I have the means to accomplish that for myself."I think that was the exact moment that my situation became obvious. His outright use of the F word shocked me. ‘They want? He wants to fuck me?’ My heart was pounding because already I was feeling trapped. I stood up and pulled my skirt down. I couldn’t meet his eyes. "I think you should leave now, Mr. Sylvester. Your language is very crude."He continued to sit there and smile, almost leering up at me."Ah, I see you don't understand." He paused, "If you don't grant me my wishes, your husband will not be promoted, and that will be the end of his dream.""When I tell Richard about this you will have to answer to him." I stammered as my mind was reeling from what was happening. Deep down, I knew. There is no way that I can win this."Let me put it another way, if you don't grant me some pleasure with you, your husband will be dismissed. Oh, he will be allowed to resign, but there will be a cloud over his leaving the company, and I will plant rumors that will insure that he will never attain a high office in any company ever again."His smile was gone now.Trying to absorb what I was hearing, I sat down and all my breath seemed to leave me. He immediately zoned in again on my legs as my skirt pulled up. This time I didn’t bother to tug it down or push my knees together."You will have to readjust your life away from country clubs, fine homes, and the lifestyle you now enjoy." he paused, "So think about it very carefully before you get too indignant. After all, all I am asking is for you to be pleasant for a little time and it will all be over, and you and Richard will have all you have hoped for, is that too much to ask?"He sat back, poured himself some more coffee, sipped it and looked at me over the cup.I sat there stunned not knowing what to do or say, realizing that this despicable little man had the power to destroy everything that we had hoped for. And I thought of our two children whose future could be changed forever because of this man. And I realized that all those rumors about him stopping at nothing to get what he wanted were true."Your husband will never know unless you are foolish enough to tell him, because that would have an effect on your marriage that would never go away, so think carefully before you decide that my request is unthinkable to you."“You’re asking me to cheat on my husband.” My voice rose, almost pleadingly. ”Mr. Sylvester, Can’t you see how traumatic that might be for me?For some reason he kept going back to my married name instead of using just Gloria. I suspect that addressing me by my married title was making this entire affair more exciting for him.“Mrs. Jacobsen, have you ever been fucked by any other man besides your husband?”“Fu…? No, of course not, I was raised to be a good girl.”“Well, this can be your chance to be a bad girl for a change. Just think: feeling a strange cock within your pussy for the first time. You just might enjoy it, and you can tell yourself it’s not cheating since you will be helping out your husband’s career.”One thing for sure I was thinking. Strange cock or not, this man was not appealing and no way would I enjoy this. As he calmly sipped coffee, I sat shaking inside with the thought that I didn't have many choices, if I agreed I would have to put up with some unspeakable indignities with a man I now detested, and if I ordered him out, I was jeopardizing the future of my entire family."How can I be sure that you will do what you promise?" I askedHe knew then that he had me."You must trust me to keep my word" he simply said, with a smile."Then what comes next," I asked, my voice sounding resigned?“First, since you have been sitting there and teasing with that skirt that pulls up so nicely, you can raise it now as you sit there and show me your legs, all the way up.”I hesitated, then, going slowly, my face turned red as I tugged my skirt up over my knees and looked at him.“Higher.”My heart was pounding as I had to raise my butt a little ways off the couch to do as he wanted, and I ended up with my skirt up almost all the way to my panties.“Now spread your legs, wide.”My body shook a little and strangely, I felt my nipples suddenly harden as they rubbed against the inside of my silk blouse. Again doing it slowly, I opened my legs, further exposing my stockings, garter belt and white panties to his view.“Very nice, Mrs. Jacobsen... You have fine taste in underthings. I’ve always felt that white underwear is the most intimate.”Strangely, I felt a rush of heat surge through my vagina as I displayed my undies to him. I gave him ten more seconds to stare while opening my legs even further, and I could actually hear his breathing. My voice was softer now as I asked, “Now what’s next?”"Well, you might show me your bedroom to start with." He smiled as he looked at me knowing that my surrender was almost complete. In just minutes or less he was going to be getting very intimate with me. Our eyes met and avoiding his I looked away and in the direction we would be going."It’s this way”, I said as I closed my legs and stood up. I couldn't believe what was happening to me.He followed me into the hallway and I started up the stairs, and as I did I felt his hand under the back of my skirt and then it was on my bottom feeling me as we ascended. I stopped and looked at him and my face was burning."A man loves to watch a woman from behind as she walks, but it is even better to feel her walking." he said without apology.“You promise that my husband or anyone else will never know?”He sneered. “They’ll know only if you tell them, my dear.”“All…alright then.”Totally humiliated, I turned and started up the stairs as his hand found me again, feeling and groping me all the way up the stairs. I almost ran into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him, and motioned me to the center of the room.I realized then that I had made a mistake bringing him into the room I share with my husband but it was too late now. I was going to be fucking another man on my marriage bed.From there it all happened very quickly.He walked over to me and put his arms around me then pulled my head to him and he kissed me, and felt my bottom and probed between my buttocks with his fingers, and he kept kissing me now using his tongue and then I felt him pull up my skirt and his hands were inside my panties, one hand in the front and one in the back, and he was rubbing my pussy, and feeling my bottom, and then his fingers two of them I think were inside me, and I pushed him away in revulsion.Acting ‘indifferent’ at my rejection of his advances, he went over and sat on the divan.My pussy still tingling from his sudden assault with his fingers, I just stood there, unsure of how to react. I knew that I had screwed up by pushing him away. If I wasn’t going to go through with it, why had I allowed him to start? That is what he must be thinking."Perhaps I am rushing you, beautiful lady." he said. "If you are wise you will try to enjoy this as I know I can give you great pleasure if only you will let yourself relax."I knew that I must control my emotions because I felt sure now that he would be very vindictive if I let him know I found him repulsive."I need a little time." I stammered. "It is all happening so very suddenly, and I’ve never done this before.”."He looked inquisitively at me. “Was that true, that you have only fucked your husband?”I corrected him. “Only made love to my husband.”"Of course." he said. “Only been made love to by your husband and now you will only be fucked by me. I think that might be an appropriate way to describe it since it is probable you have never really been fucked before.”‘Fucked before...’ My mind was filled with images of this man lying naked on me and probing my body with whatever he had between his legs. He was correct. I. knew this would be fucking because there was no way in Hell would I be making love with this disgusting little man!He grinned at me, an evil looking grin. “Had enough time yet?”"I think I am OK now." I whispered. I was staring at him, trying in my mind to become interested enough in him to maybe allow myself to become aroused, if I was aroused, this might be easier to do. What he was saying was true. I made love to my husband, anyone else would be fucking. As yet, I had not realized what being fucked truly meant."Wonderful, then perhaps you can slowly take off your clothes for me, I have wondered for many years what you would look like totally nude, and I must confess I can hardly wait to find out."I breathed a little sigh of relief as I realized that at least he wouldn't be touching me while I did as he asked, so I decided to try to stretch it out as long as possible to postpone what I knew he wanted to do to me. I unbuttoned my silk blouse, and pulled it out of my skirt, and I let it drop to the floor.Turning slowly I sat on the bottom of the bed as he stared at me, and pulling up my skirt, undid the fastening to my stockings and slowly slipped them down, kicking off my high heels, and dropped them on the rug."Please put the high heels back on." he said quietly.I did as he asked.Unzipping the skirt I let it slip to the floor. Now I am standing in my bra, panties, and garter belt. I turn slowly, trying to prolong the moments. With my back to him I unsnap the brassiere, and my breasts are bared. I turn around to face him, and his face is almost distorted as he stares at me.“Those are really nice tits. Let’s see some more.”I am running out of things to do, and slowly I unsnap the garter belt and let it drop to the floor.He gasps as he looks at me in what is a very sheer pair of panties that don't do much to cover my mound. I turn slowly, a complete turn, and another.“Now baby, show me that pussy that soon is going to be wrapped around my cock.”That starts me trembling. Then hooking my thumbs in the waist of my panties I slowly slide them down, and I sit on the edge of the bed again and take them over my knees, calves, and slip them over my heels. Slowly I stand up again, and I am completely nude except for the strand of pearls and my high heels. He is staring at me with hunger that scares me a little."Come over here."I slowly walk over to him and stand in front of him, and he leans forward and kisses my belly, which causes a shiver to race through me from my hips to my shoulder blades. Then his stubby forefinger slips between my legs and he presses his finger against my clitoris. I jerk away in shock from this invasion of my body."You must be a little more cooperative my dear, remember what's at stake here and don't destroy this great future for your husband and your family."Numbly I look at him and nod my submission.Again his fingers find my clitoris, and he gently starts to massage it, and his other hand goes around me to my bottom, which he wantonly explores. Despite myself my knees are getting shaky, and I am getting very wet. My clitoris is swelling and is responding to his caresses, because that is what they are.I can’t help it as the first groan erupts from my lips. “Ooooooh.”Based on the way he had first been fondling me, I was expecting him to be rough, but he isn't and it would be easier if he was, because he is arousing me and I feel ashamed and dirty. I had wanted to be aroused but my guilt keeps me asking myself how can I possibly take pleasure in what this pig is doing to me?“Feels good, doesn’t it?”My face is red as I nod my head in agreement.Suddenly he stands up and leads me to the center of the room, and he steps away and starts to remove his clothing. I try to look everywhere but at him, but I am drawn irresistibly to the sight of this grotesque little man, exposing his fat belly and his ugly body, which now has a full erection.I’m surprised. ‘Oh shit! Just look at that!’I am used to being made love to by six slim inches, but now something else is coming my way. I can't take my eyes off his erect penis. It is not real long, maybe a little more than seven inches, but it is extremely thick, from the fat knob and going all the way down the shaft where it is even thicker, and I can't imagine what will happen when he decides it is time to r******** me, for that's what is happening. I am being coerced into sex with this terrible man.Using his right hand, he pulls the foreskin up over the head and back again. "Not bad for a little man, eh?" he leers at me.I don't respond, but the expression on my face gives me away. “Can’t decide whether to be scared or excited, is that it?”“Yes,” I answer honestly.“If you have to do this, you want it to feel good, don’t you?”“Yes!” I had just wanted to agree with him, but I realized that the way I had given a quick answer had made it sound like I was excited. “I thought about something like this years ago.”“What’s that? You mean screwing me?”“No, I mean, if I ever for some unknown reason decided to cheat on my husband, then I wanted…” I paused, unable to go on.“If you decided to cheat, you wanted…what, Mrs. Jacobsen?”If I have to do this, with a man not my husband, then I want the man to feel different.” I took another hard look at his penis. “And you’ll definitely feel different.”“Now that you have seen my prick, are you admitting that you might find it to be exciting, and that you might actually end up wanting it?”I answered honestly. “Yes. I can see where that might happen.”Then, not wanting to be constantly reminded that I am cheating, I smiled and asked: "Please call me Gloria."He sort of sneered at me. "No, for today you shall go on being 'Mrs. Jacobsen' because today you are a wife fucking your husband's boss for his advancement."I nodded sheepishly. "Yes. I understand.""And doing it in your marriage bed," he said, softly. "Now, put your hands on the bed and bend over." he orders.I do as he says, putting my hands on my marriage bed and feeling tears come to my eyes at the thought. I feel fully and terribly @@@@@@@ as he is now behind me. My buttocks, my anus, my pussy, they are all out there and fully @@@@@@@.He thrusts himself against me and I can feel that big penis between my buttocks, as his hands reach under and find my dangling breasts, with the nipples fully erect.It isn’t bad enough that he is forcing me to have sex with him, but he has to put me into the most submissive or maybe, humiliating position as well. Then he takes one hand and finds my clit again and begins massaging it gently, and as he does so I feel him placing the head of that thick penis into my vagina, and he slowly eases it in and I can't believe how my vagina is stretching to allow him entry.“Mmmm…mmmph!” His fat knob had gone past my lips and I actually felt my lips struggle to open wider in order to accept his even thicker shaft.Thank goodness I have had children otherwise I could never handle this.“Ooooh Noooo, ooooh please…” He has gone in several inches and I have never felt so violated, with that great thickness filling and stretching me to what I know is my physical limit. And now he begins to thrust into me, again and again as his fingers masterfully stroke my clitoris.His entry seems to go on forever and then I know he has penetrated me as far as his dick will go when I feel his body, mainly his balls hit up against me.For the first time since having my first child, it feels like my pussy is being filled again, only more so because Sylvester is so big. But something else is happening because my vagina has suddenly begun feeling very wet. There is pleasure here, pleasure that cannot be denied.“Uuuuh uhhhh uuuuh” he is pounding me, punishing me with his brutal cock and I feel it, him, beginning to take total control of my body. My lips, indeed my entire vagina is being tugged along with each stroke of his meaty penis. Despite myself I know I am going to have an orgasm to end all, and I can't fight it as he keeps thrusting and massaging me.“TALK TO ME MRS. JACOBSEN! USE MY NAME AND TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE it!”He has yelled it, and I sense what he wants to hear. With the knowledge that this man is going to make me orgasm, I have no problem coming up with things to say. “Mr. Sylvester…Oh Victor, It feels good. Your cock feels incredibly good.” And then I added with a giggle, “and it definitely feels different!”“Keep talking. Do you like the way my cock stretches your tight little cunt?”I have never liked hearing that vulgar C word being used to describe a woman’s vagina, but now hearing it arouses me further. He is talking about MY cunt!“I like the way it is stretching my tight little cunt…YES!” Then I volunteered more info without being asked. “You knew once you got it in that I would react like this, didn’t you?”Before he could respond I had something else to say. “Mmmm…Victor, it’s…my cunt is cumming! Ooooohhhh…”He kept pumping. “You…you’re…I’m cumming again!”I am racked with shudders as I orgasm again and again and he is breathing rapidly and I am trying not to cry out but I already have and I feel filthy and dirty with this horrible man inside me, fucking me, yes fucking my cunt with his thickness until I can't support myself anymore and I fall onto the bed as he drops along with me and lays his stomach on my back as he continues to ravish me with that thick monstrosity.“Ooooh Victor that feels so good.” I immediately bite my tongue. ‘Why am I still saying it?’“’I’m still cumming!” Even on my stomach there is no escaping the intense pleasure as I climax still again. Like he had said, I had never really been fucked before.“Victor, you evil man. You own my body now and you know it, don’t you? I’ve never felt anything like this before.”"You are reacting exactly as I expected, Mrs. Jacobsen."Finally he explodes inside me and I can feel his contractions, and hear his breathing as he achieves orgasm. Again I feel something new, something different as his penis bucks and discharges what feels like a huge load inside me.I am gasping, trying to catch my breath as I feel the incredible wetness that now seems to have soaked my pussy. He slips out, dragging half my pussy back with him, and falls on the bed beside me.I couldn’t move and as I lay there I hoped that he was done and would now leave, yet at the same time I wanted him to stay for just a little longer, the time it would take to bring me to orgasm again. I felt wetness, wetness everywhere, from my eyes, my pussy, even my mouth as I realized I was drooling.“So tell me, Mrs. Jacobsen, have you ever been fucked before?” He has rolled up against me and placed his arm possessively around me.I felt so weak, so drained that I couldn’t even raise my head to reply, but as I turned my head to the side, our eyes met. I knew what he wanted to hear. I smiled weakly at him. “Yes. I’ve been fucked.”“When were you fucked?”“Just now. You fucked me.”“Was that your first fucking?“Yes.” I looked him in the eyes, hoping to build his ego so that he would feel more kindly towards me. “You were right Victor. I understand now. Until you I had never been fucked before.”“So who owns you?”I had already said that he owns me. Still, I hesitate.“Who owns you? Say the name.”I say it like I am telling someone else. “Mr. Victor Sylvester. He owns me, he and his thick cock.” I added 'his cock' because it seemed to me that I was not giving in to just him, and I wanted Victor to know that he also needs his cock to own me."Lay on your back." he commands.I roll over exhausted and not much caring about anything except having another orgasm and then when it is done, getting him out of my house.“Yes, I want to cum one last time. Make me cum.”But it isn't done. He is on his knees, his head between my legs, and he is kissing and licking me. My clit, he is licking, and my labia, and inserting his tongue into my vagina. ’Doesn’t he mind my pussy being filled with his cum?Oh God no, I am going to cum again, and I do, and I experience multiple orgasms, and finally he withdraws his head from between my legs and comes up beside me on the bed.I am surprised. Instead of taking and using me like before, he has done something for me. When he wraps an arm around me and draws me close, I respond warmly to his first kiss, and when his tongue enters, I tongue him back."Now beautiful lady, one more thing we have to do before we end this most delightful morning."I stare at him, and wonder what it is that he wants.He straddles me and puts my arms above my head and his penis is between my breasts as he pushes my breasts together around his member. Quickly it becomes erect again, and he moves up the bed and puts his penis to my mouth. "Oh No, Please no." I beg,"Ah, but you must, or everything will be incomplete." he says.I open my mouth, and his massive head is inside my mouth, and I am almost choking it is so large."Don't be coy. You know what I want you to do."Defeated now I begin to suck as he pushes into my mouth, and he takes one of my hands and places it on his member and I am holding it and sucking it.“Run your tongue over the head.”Yes, he owns me and I do as he says. Wanting to explore further in order to help take my mind off what I know will be the final result, I begin feeling the head of his thick prick and at one point the tip of my tongue finds the opening in front and since the tip of a tongue is so sensitive it feels like my tongue is going way inside since the opening in his prick, like the prick itself, is so large.He laughs.” Keep that tongue tip there and my hot cum will knock it out of the way, big time.”I don’t want that of course, his cum shooting into my mouth and knocking my tongue around, so I quickly take it out of the opening and return to running my tongue all around the head. This is easier than allowing him to fuck my mouth with his thickness and I hope he finds that satisfactory.He does. “Oh yeah, baby. I love that action with the tongue.”He is breathing harder and harder until he grows even larger and ejaculates into my mouth. Because my mouth is slightly opened in shock I have some cooler air coming in and as a result his cum feels hot.I try to turn my head but he is holding me until his orgasm is over. Without saying a word he continues to hold my head over his prick. I know what it is he expects and my entire body quivers as I try to swallow. His cum is thick and there is a lot of it but finally, it is all down.“Who owns you? I want to hear you say it so I know that you got it all down.”“You own me Victor.”Then he pulls away and I am totally ravished, weak, and drained. And I am sweating. I wipe away what I can from my face with the sheet as he lays there recovering. Finally he gets up without a word and goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the shower running.I have pulled the sheet up over my naked and used body when he comes out. "You are a magnificent woman, with a body that men would kill for." He said as he put on his clothes.I sighed as his limp but still thick looking cock disappeared beneath his clothes. I wanted more of it one last time, but I hated this man just the same."You are everything that I dreamed you would be, and now when I see you at company functions, you can be sure that I will see you completely naked in my mind as you were for me this morning."He walked to the bedroom door."Oh, one last thing, the board meeting to choose our next president is not until Friday of next week. So I shall have Richard attend a financial seminar in Los Angeles next week. Please keep Wednesday open for me. From ten in the morning and all afternoon if need be.’He planned, demanded another session. The damage had already been done. I had been intimate with another man and I had, for the most part, enjoyed it. So now I was to be given another chance, one last chance to be fucked, truly fucked.Smiling, I readily agreed, with one slight change. “Until 3 P.M. My kids come home at 3:15.” I looked hopefully at him. ”Victor, if you come at ten that will still give us five hours.”“Give us five hours to do…what?”“Five hours to fuck.”“Five hours for me to fuck what part of your body?”I knew what he wanted to hear and as I felt my face burning as I used that word. “Five hours for you to fuck my cunt.” I smiled hopefully at him. “Five hours for you to fuck me like no one else can.”“That will be time enough.”And he was gone. I shook my head. Is he really planning on fucking me for five hours?As I gingerly felt around my brutally ravished and slightly tender pussy with my fingers, I lay there shaking, knowing that, orgasms aside, I was going to have to go through the whole nightmare again in a few days. But what choice did I have? I had none.So what did I do? I shaved my pussy in order to surprise Victor. This next time would be the last time so I decided to go all out. Such was the price a loving wife must do in order to help her husband.Of course, in the interim I had to do a little fibbing. My husband was so excited that I had shaved my pussy to surprise him that he made love to me twice that next week and though I was afraid he might he did not seem to notice any change to the interior of my pussy that had recently been stretched to the limit.He felt small to me going in. It puzzled me that he maybe could not feel a difference because it seemed like he was not stretching me like before.Maybe it was just that I was, however, aware of the size differential between my husband and his boss. I had an orgasm each time with my husband, but that was it, just an orgasm and not multiples. My husband though, during one of our two sessions pulled his cock out of my pussy and jacked off, shooting his warm cum all over my shaved cunt.“Why did you do that,” I asked, smiling up at him?“I don’t know baby, except that without all that hair, it will be real easy to do a cleanup.”“That’s true,” I giggled. I sort of raised my hips toward him. "Want to lap it up?""No. I won't go that far."And my husband’s boss came the next Wednesday promptly at 10 am.Part 2 Round 2.I was having second thoughts now. Though I had shaved my pussy for Victor, if I had a choice, I now wished not to have to go through with this. In an effort to be as unattractive as possible, I was wearing an old grey sweatshirt and sweat pants, and running shoes. With a scarf holding my hair, I hoped that he would not find me becoming. He walked in as I opened the door, and looking at me he quickly took me in his arms."So you favor the athletic look this morning." and holding my head so I couldn't escape his lips he began kissing me and as I finally turned my head away his hands went inside the waistband of my sweats and he fondled my buttocks as he kept on kissing my neck, and I could feel his maleness against my belly."Let us go upstairs." and as we went he felt my bottom all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom. I didn’t know why, but my pussy was already tingling. Then I knew why, it was the thought of how thick that cock of his is. I also was remembering what he had said, about all afternoon if necessary.If he fucks me for five full hours, I will probably be crawling instead of walking.In the bedroom he pulled the scarf off my head letting my hair down to my shoulders, he then pulled the sweatshirt over my head, and told me to remove the pants. I complied and stood there in a bra and panties. This time, instead of cowering, I stood there with my shoulders back and stared back at him.He stared. “Your pussy looks different under those panties…” his eyes widened. “Damn, even with those panties on I can see that you have shaved that cunt. Did you do that for me?”I wanted to lie but decided to tell the truth. One last time with him and it would be over. “Yes, I did it for you but of course my husband thinks otherwise.”“Does he like your shaved cunt?”“I guess so since he pulled out of me and jacked off and came all over it.” I was feeling ornery now.“Pull those panties off and let’s have a look.” I did and again I stood before him with my shoulders back as he studied my shaved snatch."You look ravishing, Mrs. Jacobsen, simply ravishing. Let us take a shower together."As I took off my shoes, he undressed and then led me into the over sized shower that Richard and I had built in. He quickly soaped my body and then his and embraced me with his full erection pressed between my legs and then he pushed his stubby finger into my anus quickly as I gasped and tried to escape his grasp."Please don't, please don't." I begged. “Not there!”He ignored me and thrust his finger in deeper as he moved his penis against my clitoris and between my legs. The devil knew how to arouse me even though I was sickened by his touch.The day was going to be long as he was doing his best to demonstrate, over and over again, how I had never been fucked, until him. Regrettably, he was right. He had obviously planned what he would do.He fucked me, fucked my cunt, and I started having orgasms before he was fully into me. On my back, I really felt like I was being fucked, and though I hated what he was doing to me, I was responding warmly to his offered kisses.At one point I asked him how he could possibly keep going. He smiled with that ugly smile and said,"You must understand that your sexual attraction coupled with a man who is very hungry for you, plus a touch of the right medication - well all things are possible.My god, I thought, he has taken drugs to keep himself ready. Those commercials on T.V. warn of ‘erections lasting four hours’ and I was wondering if he might end up in an emergency room."You must surely know that your beautiful clitoris comes alive at the touch of my fingers, your nipples become very erect, your ass is so beautifully rounded demanding to be fondled, your vagina is so small it is a great source of pleasure simply trying to enter you, and with such a great reward when one does, and your magnificent breasts which take my breath away, are shaped like those of Venus, heavy and firm.Yes Mrs. Jacobsen, there are many reason why I can stay aroused for a long time when I am with you. You may try to pretend, even believe that you are disgusted by having to do this, but your body is responding to my caresses, and you get very wet, and your breathing comes faster, and I know that you have achieved several orgasms while we have been together."I hated what he was saying because he was right. He was doing anything he wanted, and I couldn't stop him for fear of his revenge on my husband and me. But my body was responding to him whether I wanted to or not.My husband’s promotion was dependent on my willingness to please, so finally I admitted it, though it was hard to do.“You were right, Mr. Sylvester. I had never been fucked before you.” To prove my sincerity, I wrapped my fingers around his prick and leaning down, kissed the head of his prick. “I’ve really enjoy getting this prick of yours.” I gave him a stroke and sighed. “it’s not just the way it stretches my lips, the lips on my cunt, it’s also how it gets right up in there and rubs my G spot. I’ve never before felt orgasms like those.”He became fully erect and this time I wanted it. “I…I’ve never before had multiple orgasms, back to back, until you.”He surprised me when he got up and walked over to his clothes. He pulled a small digital camera out of a pocket, pointed it at me and said: “Now you can pose for me.”I sighed. “Really? You want naked pictures?” I knew it would be fruitless to resist.“Yes, really! These photos will be for me to enjoy while you are enjoying the fruits of your labor with all the extra money your husband will be earning”He photographed me full naked front, back, on my knees with my ass and pussy pushing out and up from the rear, and then with me lying on my back with a pillow under my head and holding my vaginal lips opened with the fingers of both my hands while I smiled invitingly into the camera..Then, after showing the results to me, he went further, taking close up photos of my pussy being stretched wide in various positions by his perpetually hard prick. And again, he showed me the results, and for the first time I could see how my tortured lips looked so thin because of being stretched so far.His cock looked so wide compared to my cunt, ooh, there’s that damned C word. Excuse me since I am not saying this for him, his cock looked so wide compared to my vagina, that I still cannot understand how it is able to fit inside me.He studied my face while I studied the photos. “Hot, aren’t they?”I had to admit that they were. “Yes, very.”“Show me which one you like the best.”“Well, this one is the second best.” It was a photo that he had taken by holding the camera over our heads and aiming straight down between us. His cock looks impossibly large. Even though his head is already into me in the photo, it still looks like their is no way that the rest will fit into me, but somehow, it does. He studied it. “Yes, that’s one of my favorites too. My cock does look rather wide going into your shaved cunt. You picked that one as ‘second best,’ so which one is the best?”“This one.” It wasn’t hard to choose. I had picked out the one that, though it was a close up shot of my cunt, yes my cunt, I was used to having it called that now, being stretched, it also happened to show my face in the background. My face was slightly out of focus, but you could see that it looked like I was really enjoying it.“Excellent choice, Mrs. Jacobsen.”That seemed to spur him on. Again he fucked me, and that is the only word for it, once as I had to bend over the bed, another time his full weight crushed me into the mattress as he did it again, and this time my legs were high around him as he was thrusting inside me and his finger was probing in my anus. Despite all this and my shame, I was thinking of those photos and found myself responding to his probing tongue while he probed my other two holes.Yes, I was responding to his probing tongue, not only responding to his kisses, but offering up some kisses of my own.That was probably my best orgasm, ever. I can't deny that I was having orgasms. I had many throughout the course of that day. He rested by making me model various items of lingerie, which he had discovered in my dressing table. He even went into my wardrobe and pulled out a very slinky cocktail dress, which he directed me to put on over my naked body. Then he pulled some spike heels out of the closet and had me put them on. Then he sat down and told me to walk around the room.He took another five or six photos.As I continued to pose he unashamedly fondled himself until I could see he was fully erect again, and he stood quickly and turned me around and felt me from head to toe running his stubby rough hands over the silk of my dress and finally when he apparently could not wait any longer, he pulled the dress up to my waist and threw me on the bed and entered me again, this time more roughly, and it was a long time before he achieved orgasm.Again, I was right there with him, fucking back at him with my hips and achieving orgasm, only in multiples of what he could manage.Some of the time he would get himself aroused by making me take that huge penis into my mouth until he became hard enough to fuck me again. He made me kneel to do it, or he would have me lie on the bed and he would make me suck him as he buried his head between my legs.I reached the point where I didn't care anymore. Orgasms or not, I just wanted it over. I don't know how many times he was inside me, or how many times he made me suck him. But finally he could no longer perform. He pulled me into the shower and forced me to soap him down and rub his body. He wanted me to arouse him again, but it was no use, he was unable to do anything.Even soft that prick of his was so wide that my mouth had to open as far as possible to take it in. I dried myself with a towel as he dressed. He had stopped talking and it was almost five hours from the time he came until he left my home.I think that during those five hours Victor spent as much time inside me as my husband had in a year, and my pussy could feel it.The kissing too, Sylvester now held the record. I kiss my husband only rarely during the sex act, but Sylvester had kept me going, craving his kisses even though I hated them.I threw all the clothing he had touched, even the dress, which up till that time had been my favorite, into the trash. All I could think of was that he was gone and it was over.Of course he had those photos to gloat and masturbate over for as long as he wanted. I could only hope that no one else would be seeing them.Now I must wait until Friday when Richard came home and we could celebrate. I decided that I would make it very special.For the remainder of Wednesday evening, it was impossible not to think about the past hours with Sylvester, who had ravished me, used me, taken every pleasure he wanted, and humiliated me over and over again.But there was no question that he had made me have many orgasms because in addition to that marvelous appendage between his legs he knew everything that would turn a woman on, even though her mind was unwilling his sexual knowledge had brought my body to fruitI had to admit to myself he had never really been rough, and I bore no marks to show what he had done to me. Well except for having very tender and red lips as I studied myself by using a hand mirror.The first time he came I had been so tense for the first hour, and then when I realized that the power he had over my husband and I, and our future, was so absolute that while I never returned his lust, I became pliant and tried not to think about what he was doing, but only with partial success.But when he returned this morning, I was cringing with the thought of what would happen. He saw right through my unappealing dress, and quickly reduced me to being his sex toy again. Afterward, I had showered for an hour trying to get the dirty feeling out of my mind. I decided that I would be so sexy for Richard on Friday when he came home to me, that he and I would start to blur the memories of my treatment at the hands of Sylvester.Richard could never know. Sylvester was right about that. It would destroy my marriage. The mental images that it would bring to Richard would be too much for us to survive together.I had mental images of my own to contend with. That night, as I slept alone, I dreamed of Mr. Sylvester, and mainly it was his cock that I dreamed about. “Ooooh!” I woke up with my hand on my pussy and moved it away in disgust. Apparently, while awake I could control my thoughts and memories of my husband’s boss, but sleeping was another matter. Finally, a few minutes later and unable to sleep, my hand returned to my tingling snatchI almost called him, but he was married.“Oooh Mr. Sylvester, Victor, fuck my cunt with that marvelous prick”In my fantasies I had begun to use the ‘C’ word. I hated that word, but because it seemed so dirty I enjoyed using it when I was thinking of Victor. Victor, you see, had taught me to use it. I put a pillow over my chest and began hugging it with one arm while my other arm was between my legs. I was moaning and whispering the words as I worked my worn pussy toward another orgasm.I needed something to focus my mind on about my sessions with Victor. My mind was working along with the fingers of my tight hand.’ It would be so nice,’ I was thinking, ‘if I could have copies of those penetration photos Mr. Sylvester had taken.’I was thinking back and decided that the position I liked most with Mr. Sylvester was the missionary, with him on top of me nipple to nipple as I had my legs up and around him. Disgusting as it was with all that sweating between us and how close to me that placed him, it was at that time that I would respond the most to his unwelcome kisses.“Oh Victor, you feel so good. Fuck me daddy. Like you said, I had never been fucked.”My orgasm was intense, but not as good as I had hoped. I think it was because Victor had almost fucked me raw. I had learned. Though fantasizing on someone can be good, the real thing is better.The same dream came to me on Thursday as well. I was taking a nap and once again I masturbated to orgasm. That bastard Sylvester, even now when I was trying to save it for my husband he was taking control of my thoughts.Friday was finally here. I had iced a bottle of champagne, and I was dressed in the most provocative way that I could think of, I had even gone shopping to replace the garments that had such bad memories for me, and tonight I was showing off as much of me as I could, without being completely naked, when Richard walked in the front door.I went to him, champagne in one hand, glasses in the other, and he took one look at me and wrapped his arms around me feeling my bottom, and kissing me again and again as he fondled me."I really need this tonight, darling, the last two weeks have been very difficult, they named John Fitzwater president last Wednesday while I was in LA, so we'll have to wait a little longer, but tonight is ours."Part 3 Making the best of things.I hope that that night was memorable for Richard, as I did everything I could to please him. But all the time I was thinking about that bastard Sylvester. He never had any idea of promoting Richard; he just wanted to possess his wife. I was almost nauseous from disgust at myself for falling for his threat. But then, what could I have done? He certainly could have ruined our lives.My mind was filled with memories of how Victor Sylvester had used me, and of how I had responded. And he still had those photos.After that our lives settled down once again. The masturbation sessions ended. A month passed. I had almost been able to put my horrible experience with Sylvester out of my mind, and then one day the phone rang. It was he."Mrs. Jacobsen, Victor Sylvester.""Yes." I said coldly."I felt I owed you an explanation. I apologize for lying to you but you must know that your husband was definitely the choice for president, until I decided to make it a competition among the four candidate’s wives.""What are you saying, that you used four wives to determine a promotion?""Yes, I thought that it was a great opportunity for me to get to know all four of you better, and it was a business decision as two of the candidates were very good, your husband being one of two favorites, and the other two perhaps less qualified, but the chance to sample the charms of four lovely ladies was too good for me to pass up."My head was spinning in disbelief to think that I had been performing in a vile contest put together for this terrible man's pleasure. If he had chosen John Fitzpatrick to be president, then that must mean that his wife Marilyn had spread her legs for him .I knew Marilyn, she seemed to be even more conservative than me and I couldn’t believe that Marilyn had done that, so I waited to hear what revelations Victor might divulge."I am afraid one of the ladies, a red-headed beauty, was very forgettable, and I am sure that her husband finds her frigid. I pity him, but I will say that she managed somehow to take my prick and have an orgasm, two or three actually.”I knew who he was probably talking about. She was a tiny thing and I could hardly imagine her being under one Victor Sylvester and taking his massive cock. “That was Harold Carter’s wife?”He hesitated. “Yes, you guessed it, poor little innocent Betty Carter. I fear I gave her red-haired cunt quite a shock that day. After quite a while of me trying to enter her and her crying crocodile tears, I finally allowed her to mount me and after several minutes while she sweated all over me she finally got herself down over it. I think it surprised her when she had her first cum soon after.I also knew Betty, casually, so wanted to hear more. “She enjoyed it?” I could feel my pussy tingling.“No, Betty hated it right up until her surprise orgasm. The next two times she did enjoy it, but she was crying half the time, even when she was cumming.”I had the fingers of one hand under my skirt now.“The poor thing” I sighed loud enough for him to hear. “It must have been hard for her, having to do that.” I sighed again…”but I suppose it was easier for her the second and third time.”“I don’t know if it was easier since the fit between us was extremely tight. She never did loosen up, but she was willing, remember that. She was helping her husband and all that.”“Yeah, right. Betty was helping her husband in the same way I was helping my husband! Tell me Sylvester, while Betty was ‘helping her husband,’ was she kissing you too?”My fingers were steadily rubbing now.“But of course. Like I said, it surprised her when she had that first orgasm. She was kissing me before the orgasm ended. Betty had still more orgasms after the first one, so she seemed to enjoy the kissing.”Did you get photos? Oh, and did you pay her two visits like you did me?”“That’s a ‘yes’ and a ‘no.’ I took some photos with her the first time because her husband was not going out of town like your husband was. So unfortunately there was no second time.”“Those must be some photos.” As I rubbed my cunt I was remembering how stretched my cunt had looked in his photos and wondering how Betty’s looked. I wanted to ask, but remember, I was supposed to be mad at Sylvester.He laughed. “On the other hand, Mrs. Jacobsen, you were incredibly sexy, and would have won hands down if it hadn't been for one thing.""And what would that be?" I asked coldly as my mind went to Marilyn. And then he confirmed it."Marilyn Fitzpatrick, while not possessed with your physical attributes, was very, very cooperative after the first few minutes once she saw my cock, and was a very willing sex partner. Even though you had almost continuous orgasms with me, she seemed to better appreciate my cock.Also, she didn’t seem to feel guilty about it because she wished to continue the 'relationship' with me after her husband was promoted. While not quite in your league, Marilyn certainly is extremely well put together and extremely appreciative of my attentions."He laughed. “She can’t seem to get enough of my cock. From what Marilyn tells me, because of my cock she rarely has sex with her husband anymore.”"I see," I said, while kicking myself. If I had known, I would have been more cooperative myself, though I would not have been stupid enough to deny my husband. I knew Marilyn, and now I resented her for ‘winning out’, though at the same time I was glad that the pressure had been taken off me.Marilyn I knew pretty well. We had shared time and conversation at company social gatherings, and I liked her.Then he came out with the shocker. “Marilyn loves the photos I took of you, especially the ones of my cock in that tight little shaved cunt of yours.”My heart was in my throat, but I had no response. Victor had promised that no one would ever know and he had not kept his word. I wanted to chew him out, but there was something else that I wanted more. Then I came out with it. “Can I have copies?” I was laying back on the couch now and rubbing my cunt even faster.“What? You want photos for your husband to find?”“I guess that wouldn’t be a good idea. Forget that I asked.”“If you would like to re-visit the photos, I am sure I could arrange for you to view them with Marilyn and me. She did remark about how nice your figure is. As a matter of fact, based on the way she was studying those photos of you, I would say that she is attracted to you.”He waited, giving me time to think on it.“I might do that. I’ll let you know.” For some reason, his mention of the three of us together under those circumstances had sent my mind whirling. Then he blew it. He said it fast, maybe because he was admitting it, and I didn't have a chance to get a word in edgewise."Oh, and one other thing, Mrs. Jacobsen, your husband's record with Elotus is remarkable. His financial skills have made us very successful, and any idea of releasing him was out of the question. So I did lie to you. His job was never in jeopardy; in fact we constantly worry about him leaving us for greener pastures. So I must apologize for that threat. If you had refused me, I could not have followed through on my threat. I am too good a businessman to have ever entertained the thought of dismissing your husband." He laughed and went on, "and I am sure the board would have overruled any attempt to remove him. So thank you lovely lady, I will never forget the time I spent in your arms."The phone went dead.What an asshole.I sat there shaking in disbelief. I had been completely used and abused. He had extorted sexual pleasure from me and apparently three other wives. Not only that, he had to call and take away the last shred of dignity I had by telling me that I could have simply said no, but I didn't.I had pulled my hand out of my panties.Damn him all to Hell. His telling me how Marilyn Fitzwater was lusting for his cock and maybe…me, had set me off again, and then on top of it I had so much as admitted that I might be willing to have a threesome.I masturbated later that day before my husband came home though I hated myself for doing it.Then one day Richard came home in the middle of the day, He found me just as I came out of the shower with only a towel draped around me. His eyes were sparkling. It had been two months since my awful experience."Darling," Richard said excitedly, "We are moving to California, I have been offered the presidency of the Jerome Corporation in La Jolla. I kept it a secret from you because I was afraid it would be a huge disappointment if it didn't come through."I was euphoric, not only had my life soured where we were, but I was always dreading another phone call that would threaten me with revealing what had happened if I didn't cooperate again.I flung my arms around Richard with joy, and my towel dropped to the floor beneath us, He kissed me passionately and pulled me to him, with his long fingers squeezing my buttocks, and we sank to the rug and enjoyed a most delicious fuck. Yes, a fuck. Apparently some of my new found sexual desire since my escapade had rubbed off on my husband.The sex between us was wonderful. Our celebration continued throughout the day, and on into the night. It was a time I would never forget.We were to make the move in two weeks and there was something I needed to do.Part 4. Going back for more.‘Brrrrring.’ I waited for him to answer the phone. He saw my caller I.D. “Yes, Mrs. Jacobsen?”He had answered with a formal business tone, but I decided to address Victor by his first name since I had something to ask. “As you know Victor, we’ll soon be moving to California, but first I’d like to see the photos again.”That was my roundabout way of expressing my desire to be fucked one last time. And then he tossed the curve ball.“See them with or without Marilyn being there?”That is what I had hoped to hear. I hesitated for maybe three seconds. “See them with”Now he sounded really excited, and for the first time I felt like I was in control as he asked; “How soon can we do this?”At last he was asking instead of telling.“Richard is going ahead to California this week to scout out a home for us while I arrange getting the movers for our furniture and so on. Could the two of you come over Wednesday, say about ten?””That’s my favorite day of the week, Mrs. Jacobsen. We’ll be there.”“And could you bring the photos you took with Betty as well?”You want to see Betty’s photos?”I was blunt, but after all, he had been the one teaching me. “Yes. I want to see how your fat cock was stretching her little cunt.”He laughed. “I like your attitude. I can hardly wait until Wednesday.”“Yes. We’ll have five hours.”Marilyn came along as I hoped, and she actually hugged me as soon as she was in my home. We studied the photos he brought along, we fucked, and then we took more photos, the both of them took photos, and I participated enthusiastically. Unfortunately, I didn’t dare keep any, but Victor and Marilyn would have them to enjoy, and besides, they seemed to have each found someone that matched their sexual appetites.This time it was not a case of me having to do this, and I saw a new side of Victor, a kinder, gentler Victor. But he still had that appetite.When I say ‘appetite’, that was especially true as Marilyn satisfied some of her hunger by sucking Victor’s cum out of my pussy. She had been lying beside Victor and I while he fucked me gently and slow, almost romantically actually, and she had held my hand and kissed me while Victor brought me to a most wonderful orgasm, and in the process dumped what seemed like a gallon of cum in me.He admitted after that fuck that both he and Marilyn had saved that load just for me.I just couldn’t bring myself to go that far in reciprocating, but it didn’t matter as I had already brought Marilyn to an orgasm before Victor had dropped a load into her. That was almost as exciting as being fucked by Victor was, my seeing up close how it looked as he stretched Marilyn’s cunt.“We’re in love right now, aren’t we?”“What?” Victor had said that, and right to my face while Marilyn was next to me and she and I were kissing.“How could we be in love? I’m married and you have Marilyn.” I didn’t bother to add that Victor was also married.“No, what I meant was, when two people are heavily involved physically with each other, or three people,” he looked over at Marilyn, “then I feel that at that time they are in love. It’s a fleeting thing, but I feel that it is true.”I looked at Marilyn and back at Victor. He was pumping and I was drawing near to another orgasm. ”You know, I think you’re right.” My voice went soft. “I love you Victor, and you too Marilyn.” I reached out and squeezed her hand.They were both kissing me as I groaned through still another orgasm.“His cock is marvelous, isn’t it?”“Yes,” I answered back to Marilyn, “and he knows how to use it.”Like me, Marilyn was capable of multiple orgasms with Victor. Victor of course, wanted to devote most of his time to me, and his excuse was that I would soon be leaving for California. Personally, I think that he was finding my body to be more arousing.“Oh, Victor, there’s something I meant to ask you. There was me, and Marilyn,” I smiled at Marilyn and she squeezed my hand,” and there was Betty Carter, but who was the other wife, that fourth candidate’s wife that you screwed?”Apparently Marilyn already knew who it was because she smiled at Victor and said…”She won’t believe this one.”He smiled. “Jenny Caldwell.”“Jenny…I remember her from one of the company parties, a cute little thing. Wait, isn’t she the wife of that young man who works in the mail room? She’s barely eighteen I think, and there’s no way that her husband could have been president.” Like Marilyn had said, I was finding this one hard to believe.“True, her husband is my youngest employee and would have a long way to go, but she fucked me just the same.”“You came to her house and…seduced her just like you did me?”“I wanted to fuck her young pussy so I told her that she could help her husband work his way up in the company. I didn’t threaten her husband’s job if she didn’t cooperate or anything like that.”“But Victor, she’s so young, and I remember her as being very shy and having a body that is quite small, almost dainty.”Victor laughed. “She is small, and only weighs 95 pounds naked, but her body is filled out quite nicely. And you’re right, she is very shy, but she has an ability to listen.”He grinned an evil grin at me. “You’re wondering if she was able to take my prick, aren’t you?”I was holding his fat prick at the moment and gave him a squeeze. “Well, yes as a matter of fact.”“She couldn’t, not really. But first let me tell you about her removing her clothes. When I suggested that she get naked, she turned all red and said that not even her husband had ever seen her naked body all at once and that she was very embarrassed about this. She said she had just shaved her pussy and was planning on having her husband find out about it that very night.""Jenny said she had shaved her pussy?"Victor laughed. "No, that that blunt. She sort of turned red, looked down at herself while still dressed and said she had shaved herself 'down there.' I kept praising her body as she removed each article of clothing. Now I was seeing it first and I told her how nice it looked.and finally, out of orneriness, once she was totally nude, I had her climb up onto her couch and over me while I was sitting there and display her pussy for me.It was right there, just inches away and I could see her body trembling. I went right at it, shoving my tongue up her little cunt and in minutes she was crying out with pleasure and asking me to fuck her. But that was before she saw my cock.”“How did you show it to her?” My heart was pounding. The thought of little Jenny seeing his cock for the first time was extremely arousing to me.“I stood up and as she kneeled in front of me I had her undo my slacks and open my underwear.”I was trembling as I started stroking Victor’s cock as I could see that relating this story was turning him on as well as Marilyn.“What did she do upon seeing it? Were you up and ready?”“Oh yeah, I was completely hard. Her eyes got real wide but she seemed to be speechless, so I asked her to wrap her fingers around it. She did, but used two hands to do it.”“Oh Victor, this is so exciting to hear and I can imagine how excited you must have been. So how did you end up getting to fuck her?”“It was easy, actually. I said, as she was holding it, ‘Do you want to do it on your bed?’ She never said a word and began leading me into the bedroom where she makes love to her husband.”I giggled. “She used her marriage bed. And now she was about to be fucked for the first time.”‘That’s it, exactly. Of course, they only had a one bedroom apartment, so that's the only bed they had. But I went easy on her with the language and the demands. I ate her for a while longer, but making sure not to make her cum so that she would still be hot for my cock.""After your doing that, did she ask you to put it in?"Victor nodded his head proudly. "She did, and it took me quite a while to work it into her but I think she actually was enjoying it even though it was uncomfortable for her.”I smiled. “I remember the feeling.”And then came the surprise when Marilyn said, 'Shall we show her the picture now?"Victor nodded, and I knew they had been saving the surprise for me. I was shocked. "Right then she allowed you to take a photo of her, with your cock into her?"Yes. I had just managed to get the head in. She said she could feel it and she wanted to see it, how it looked. So I said I would take a photo for her. Actually I really wanted to get a photo at that point because I was stretching her so much with just the head that I was having serious doubts about whether I would be able to go any deeper into her with the shaft.I had to do some reaching around to grab my camera because I didn't even want to pull my dick out after getting the head in. If I pulled it out, she might not let me put it back in. She didn't want her face to show at first, so I took one close up and this one I have for you to see.""So how did you get her to allow you to get her face in a photo?""I told her that I really needed to have her face in case I use her photos to jack off to."I nodded. "I can see how that might work on a girl being fucked for the first time, her knowing you might jack off and be thinking of her."Victor was still holding the photo turned down so I couldn't see it. "Just as I snapped the shutter she happened to look off to her left. I thought I might need to take another photo with her face showing but once I saw it, I thought it made her look real ornery like so that was good enough.I was getting impatient and started stroking Victor's cock a little more rapidly. "Victor, can I see the photo please, the one that shows her face?"Out it came, the photo Victor had taken while in the process of working his pussy stretcher into an innocent barely adult wife of his youngest employee."As you can see, I had barely gotten the head in." Victor of course was staring at the part of the photo that showed his mean and nasty prick doing permanent damage to the wife of one of his employees. Me on the other hand, besides taking in a quick glance at her poor little pussy, I was studying her innocent face, and that young firm body and how nice her breasts looked combined with that flat and small waist.I am not gay, but the thought passed through my mind at that moment that if I had the chance, I would not hesitate to make love with her.But Victor and Marilyn were waiting for my thoughts, and I needed to say something."Oh Victor, she looks so little and cute there getting her first fuck. And after taking that much, she allowed you to keep going? That's amazing."Even though I had not been there, I was enjoying the thought of what had been happening just as much as Marilyn seemed to be, and though I am sure Marilyn had already heard the story, I could see the excitement in her eyes as Victor related the story to me.He grinned and nodded. “Yeah, up until that point, just getting my head in, I had been using my pre-fluid. But that wasn't enough to allow me to go deeper so I had to pull it back out and use some lubricant I brought along in anticipation of having to work it into her.I knew that now, no matter how uncomfortable it was, that she really wanted me inside her. So I leaned down and kissed her and sure enough, she responded real nice like with her tongue.Was she ever ready to be fucked now. I started fucking her real slow-like. It was a lot of fun for me because in addition to feeling how tight her cunt was gripping me, I could see her face and she was staring up at me with wide eyes and her mouth was open and it seemed like she had been blind or something and was seeing the world for the first time."Marilyn giggled. "She was Victor, She was seeing the world through the eyes of a young woman who was getting her first fuck."I giggled too, and looked at Marilyn. "Her first real fuck. We both know the feeling, that's for sure."Victor of course, was really enjoying the reactions of his two 'subjects' as he went on with his hot story. "She had a bit of a struggle for a while and then, when I still had two or three inches to go she grew quite noisy and had an orgasm, a good one actually and she asked me to do it again because she had never had an orgasm before."“You gave her a first orgasm? Oh Sylvester, that's so nice. Jenny must have been so grateful for that.” Strangely, now that I was a part of this 'conspiracy,' I was really enjoying hearing the story, because Victor's conquests had become a part of my thinking. I raised my head and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.“Jenny was, and said so.”“Did you do much kissing after that first one?”“We kissed a lot, but the intense kissing came later. She kept kissing me, but just little short ones. She didn’t seem to want to do much passionate kissing until after I had gotten it most of the way in.Jenny seemed to want that as it was the only way she could keep taking more of my cock inside. When she realized that I was buried against her she shivered all of a sudden and then pulled my head down and greeted my tongue with hers."Victor looked me in the eyes. "Know what she said then?""I can only imagine. What'd she say Victor?"Marilyn giggled. "You'll love hearing this!""She moaned and said; "Oh Mr. Sylvester, it feels like your entire body is inside me."I nodded excitedly. "I can imagine! I know how it feels that way when you're fucking me, and her being even smaller and never having given birth, you must have felt like you were using a telephone pole on her."Victor seemed to be getting excited as he went on. "Fuck was she into it now. She wrapped her little legs around me tight and shoved her face against mine. And then like I said after she had that orgasm she begged me to make her cum again.So I did what I had to do and the second time she came quite quickly and then she asked me to keep going. Two minutes later she was cumming again.She had company coming that afternoon so I couldn’t spend as much time with her as I would have liked. I wanted to make sure that she would have a session to remember for the rest of her life so I fucked her good, going sideways and all over the place with my cock.Of course, the fit was so tight I really couldn't move it around all that much inside her, but it was fun trying and she really liked it.After she had climaxed maybe half a dozen times I think she was totally worn out, or satisfied, or both. She just lay there afterwards while I was getting dressed.She was in shock, I think because she kept lying there all sweaty looking and with her legs wide open. Poor thing. She looked so tiny being just 95 pounds and lying in the middle of that bed all by herself.I must have done a good job on her because her pussy looked all red and raw, and of course I could see some of that huge load I had deposited into her starting to trickle out.”Strangely, his delight had become mine. “Ooh Sylvester. You are such a…ornery man. You take delight in destroying women’s vaginas, don’t you?”Victor looked at me and grinned. “Yes, I do, and I like knowing that I might have ruined the little wife’s pussy for her husband forever.”“I gather that you don’t like men all that much.”“No I don’t. I like their wives a lot more.”“I think, Victor, that you don’t mean so much that you have ruined a wife’s pussy but rather you enjoy knowing that she might be thinking about your fat cock and making comparisons while she is fucking, excuse me, making love to her husband afterwards. Isn’t that what you enjoy doing?”Victor looked at me, his eyes twinkling. “Is that how I have affected you?”I nodded, and then admitted, “Every time my husband and I do it, I think of you.” Marilyn joined in as she commented, “Me too, most definitely!”Victor nodded his appreciation at our honesty. “And that is exactly what I did to Jenny Caldwell. After a couple of minutes she sat up and looked down at herself and as she saw my cum running out she began crying her eyes out because she felt so guilty.I asked Jenny if in the future she would be remembering how I had fucked her so well while she is making love to her husband. She replied ‘yes’ and said that was one reason why she felt so guilty about it. But then she sort of smiled and said that she was glad that I had taught her how to cum. ““So she ended up happy then…?” I hoped that his answer would be ‘yes’ because I was feeling sorry for poor little Jenny if she wasn’t happy.“She was, especially after I told her she had fulfilled my desires and that her husband would be promoted soon.”“Well”, I said, laughing, “Thank you for that vivid description. And has he been promoted?”“Yes, he is working for us on computers now.”“Well then, it looks like Jenny helped her husband after all.”“No. He would have made it there on his own.”“You scoundrel, that’s what you did to me!”“Yes, and like you she admitted that she had finally been fucked.”“That would be obvious, especially since you gave her a first orgasm.”“I gave Jenny her first five or six, actually.”Victor Sylvester, I think, most enjoyed having we two girls sharing his penis back and forth in a blowjob.My final act, physically, with Sylvester was for him to lie on me and pump, and pump, and then pump some more. I wanted that, not trying to cum right then but enjoying that feeling of having my lips stretched and worked, and after he had fucked me for a while, because we were kissing, it was more like we were making love, (oops!)I was starting to get sore so I raised my legs and told him to keep pumping at the same exact speed.I had changed the angle and that was how I ended it as his thick cock kept caressing my G spot and bringing me to one, two, three orgasms, orgasms that shook my entire body from end to end.Marilyn was lying beside me and holding my hand. She was probably jealous but she knew that this was to be the final time that Victor and I would be together. After that, she would have Victor to herself, and of course, be enjoying hearing about any future conquest he might make.I was so weak afterward that, as I felt his thickness throbbing as he was spurting a load into my married and ruined pussy, I didn’t have the strength to hump back at him. Instead, I could only lie there and enjoy it. At that moment, as we shared a final, gentle but passionate kiss, I think I actually was in love with him.Of course Sylvester did one last thing with me, the thing I think he enjoys most doing with other men’s wives. As I continued to lie there, he got up and stared down at the pussy he had left behind. Oh, excuse me, I meant to say the cunt that he had left behind. I suppose it looked all red and raw looking, and had cum trickling out and running down the crack of my ass, because that’s the way it felt.He was staring and when he picked up his camera, I slowly opened my legs a little wider, posing for him and wondering how I looked compared to his memory of Jenny Caldwell in this same position. He took several photos, of my damaged cunt from very close up and then from two feet away, and then a couple more with my face and breasts showing.“Victor?”“Yes, Mrs. Jacobsen?”Oh, Victor can be so funny, still referring to me as 'Mrs. Jacobsen' instead of Gloria. “Thank you, for everything.”Yes, in the end I had thanked Victor, even though he had tricked me into doing this in the first place. I felt that with Victor I had satisfied my curiosity as well as my animal instincts. Now I could go on to California with my husband and settle into a new life.A month later our family was in a beautiful home overlooking the Pacific, and Victor Sylvester was merely a bad memory, at least during the day. At night, and regrettably, Sylvester would enter my mind while I was making love to my husband, and you can guess what my thoughts would be.I so much miss his big fucking cock.The End.
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    Here we are back with another of our favorite hot stories. Enjoy it My Husbands Small Dick My name is Brigitte; I am 28 years old and married to a wonderful guy who is 12 years older than I am. Gary is a sales rep and he travels a lot, which means that I’m home alone a lot. Home alone is not a condition I care for so for the past two years I have been fucking around on Gary whenever he is out of town. Believe me, it is just for the sex. I am 5’6″ and have auburn hair and I tape out at 34C-25-35. I keep my pussy shaved and I absolutely adore sex. I love everything except anal sex and I have no desire to try anything really kinky like BDSM, golden showers or anything like that. I just love sucking cock and fucking and I really like girls too. Gary has no idea about the guys I’ve been having fun with and I pray that he never finds out because I really love him. He is a great sexual partner, but he just isn’t there when he needs to be. He is marvelous in bed and if he were home all the time it really wouldn’t matter, but he only has a 4 1/2 cock. As much as I love him and making love to him I have had large cocks in my life and I miss them. When I go out on the prowl I look for large bulges. The boyfriend that I had before Gary had an eight-inch cock and I loved the hell out of what it did for me. I really didn’t care for Brad all that much, but it was a package deal; to get his cock I had to take him. When I met Gary I fell ass end over teakettle in love with him and Brad and his absolutely beautiful and marvelous cock had to go. The cock was gone, but I could never forget how it felt and how it was able to send me to the moon. Gary and I got married and one week after the end of the honeymoon Brad was fucking me again while Gary was out of town on business. That lasted about two months and then Brad started getting cocky and I was afraid he would do something stupid that would let Gary find out what was going on so I reluctantly ended the affair. After that I settled for one night stands when Gary was out of town. Eight months after we were married Gary was promoted and we packed up our things and moved to Denver. We bought a nice little three-bedroom ranch and the day we moved in the next door neighbor came over and introduced herself. Susie was a stay at home mom with two kids. She was about my age and within a week we were having coffee every morning in either her kitchen or mine. Within a month we were as close as sisters and by the time two months had gone by we were telling each other our deepest and darkest secrets. One morning I was telling her about the guy I’d brought home with me two nights previous while Gary was in Salt Lake and she asked me if he had a big cock. I told her that yes he did: “That’s what I go out looking for. Gary is a great lover, but if I can find size I’ll go after it.” I found out that she and her husband Pete had an ‘open marriage’ type of arrangement and she told me about some of the men with large cocks that I might run across on nights I was out trolling. I told her all about Brad and how he could make me scream. One morning over coffee she said: “Do you miss Brad’s big cock enough to see him on the side if he were around?” “Yes and no.” “That is certainly a clear answer.” “If his cock were here and attached to someone else I would, but Brad is an obnoxious asshole and he is the type of guy who would find a way to rub Gary’s nose in the fact that he could give me something that Gary couldn’t. Brad wouldn’t come right out and say it, but he would do a lot of smirking when he was around Gary and there would be a lot of innuendoes and double entendres. Gary isn’t stupid and he would eventually figure it out and I can’t have that. I love him to death and I don’t want to lose him.” “So Brad’s big cock hanging on some one discrete would tempt you?” I thought about that for all of a hundredth of a second before saying, “Yes it would.” “You know about the lifestyle that Pete and I have, but one thing I’ve never told you is that Pete packs a hard nine inches in his boxers and Pete would very much like to fuck you.” “When?” was my almost instantaneous answer to that. “How about right now?” came a voice from behind me and I turned to see Pete standing in the doorway. He was naked and sporting a hard on, a huge hard on and when I saw it I went weak in the knees. I looked at Pete’s cock and then I looked from it to Susie. “Are you sure about this?” “He wants a shot at you and from the look on your face right at this moment you want to try him on for size.” “Yeah, but I know my hubby. If this is a ‘you can have Pete if I can try Gary’ I can’t do it. Gary is the original “straight arrow” and approaching him to try and involve him in a wife swap would cost me big time. Oh no Susie, I’m a slut, but Gary can never ever be allowed to find that out.” “No problem honey, I’m not interested in him. You two go on in the bedroom and have a good time.” Pete took my hand and said, “Come on Brigitte we are wasting valuable time here” and he tugged me along behind him into the bedroom. He walked me over to the bed and I sat down and he stood in front of me. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock as I pulled my skirt up and pushed my panties down. I couldn’t believe how wet I had gotten at just seeing that huge nine inches. I had not had a really big one since I had dumped Brad. “Get down here” I moaned, “I want it, I have to have it.” I lay back and spread my legs and Pete moved between them and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy. I pushed up at him before he could even start to push in and he grinned and said: “Kind of eager are you?” “Oh God yes. Push it in. Come on, fuck me.” He pushed and in three lunges he was buried deep in me and I was screaming at him to fuck me. Susie came into the room and chuckled as she said: “I thought you would like it.” Pete was pounding into me and I was clutching and clawing at his back. I had two orgasms before he told me he was going to cum and I pushed myself up hard at him at him just as he came and I felt the hot liquid heat flood me. He fell to the bed next to me and we lay there breathing heavily. I wanted more and I reached over and started fondling his limp cock. I felt it twitch and I slid down and took him in my mouth. I had him up in less than a minute and I swung over him and let myself down on him. I just sat there for several seconds just enjoying the full feeling and then I started to ride him. I bounced up and down and moaned as Susie said, “You go girl, ride him cowgirl, ride.” I felt another orgasm coming, but it was staying just out of reach and I couldn’t quite get it so I hoped off of Pete and got on my hands and knees and Pete got right up and moved behind me and pushed into me. “Hard baby, hard. Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard and make me cum.” Pete grabbed my hips and started ramming into me and I caught that elusive orgasm and rode it and one more before Pete shot into me again. When I recovered my breath I thanked Susie for sharing Pete with me and started to pull on my panties. Pete wanted to go again, but as much as I would have liked to, Gary was not out of town and I had housewifey things to do, not the least of which was to get myself fresh, sweet smelling and fuckable for my husband when he got home. As much as I loved big cock, Gary still came first. +++++++++++++++++++++++ That was the start of it. Until Pete I only fucked around on Gary when he was out of town on business, but I love being fucked by Pete’s cock and I fuck him every chance I get. We started out slow, twice, maybe three times a week when Gary was at work and twice when Gary was out of town I spent the night with Susie and Pete. Lately though, Pete has wanted to become more daring. Two weeks ago when Gary was out playing golf Pete came over and fucked me on my own bed. That was the first time I had ever done that. Not fucked other guys on my bed, I’d done a lot of that, but fuck someone on my own bed when Gary was in town. Then Pete decided that he wanted to do something really wild – he wanted to fuck me while Gary was nearby and not knowing what was going on. I had some really mixed feelings about that. On the one hand doing it could lead to getting caught and that would be disastrous, but on the other hand the thought of it just drove me wild. Praying that I wouldn’t come to regret it I said okay and we started thinking of ways to make it happen. The first thing we decided was that I should start wearing skirts and loose fitting panties all the time. That would make things easier if opportunities presented themselves. The first opportunity came the next weeGaryd. Gary and I had invited Pete and Susie over for a barbecue. Gary was handling the grill and Susie was sitting at the picnic table next to him and talking with him. I was in the kitchen making a tossed salad when Pete came into the kitchen, took my arm and pulled me over to the kitchen sink. There was a window over the sink and as I looked out at Gary turning the steaks on the grill Pete lifted my skirt up to my waist, pushed my loose fitting panties to one side and poked his huge nine inches at my slit. I hadn’t expected it so I was a little dry and I was going to need some lube if I was going to accommodate Pete. I grabbed the bottle of Joy dishwashing liquid and handed it to Pete and he soaped up his cock and started pushing it into my hole. I pushed my ass back at him and moaned as I felt the feeling that only a huge cock can give me. Three pushes is all that it took for Pete to be buried to the hilt in me and then he grabbed my hips and started fucking me. There I was, hands braced against the sink, pushing my ass back at Pete and feeling the start of and orgasm when Gary turned away from the grill and started walking toward the house. “Oh shit!” Pete and I said almost together as he pulled out of me, stuffed his cock back in his pants and moved to put some distance between us. I stood up and that allowed my skirt to drop and I was washing my hands in the sink when Gary walked in and went through the kitchen into the downstairs bathroom. I felt so damned frustrated; I had been right on the edge of cumming when Pete had pulled out of me. I dried my hands on a dishtowel and then practically ran to the upstairs bathroom where I got myself off by hand. That night I was so horny that I fucked Gary into exhaustion. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The next time wasn’t really an opportunity, it was more of a tease. Susie, Pete, Gary and I went to a party and Gary drove. It was a pretty good party and there was a lot of drinking and dancing. About two hours into the party, while Susie had Gary out on the dance floor, Pete and I snuck off and found a dark place and I gave him a quick blow job. After I’d wiped his cum off my lips with the back of my hand he told me that he was going to try and get his dick in me in the car on the way home. I laughed at him and said: “Yeah, right! I can just see that happening.” “Trust me sweetie, I’ll make it happen.” As I said, it was a great party and some people drank a little more than they should have. Bill and Terry Coldwell got pretty wasted and Pete took their car keys away from them and he turned to Gary. “We can’t let them drive in their condition. Can we give them a lift home? They can call me in the morning and I’ll come over and drive them back here to pick up their car.” Gary said no problem, but when we got ready to leave we found out that they had brought Jim Sampson with them so we had to give him a ride home too. It was a tight fit getting all seven of us into our car. Susie and Jim sat in front with Gary and Terry, Bill, Pete and I ended up in back. I started to climb in, but Pete grabbed my arm and stopped me to let Terry and Bill get in first. While standing there he opened his fly and then took my hand and carried it inside and put my hand on his hard cock. In a panic I looked around to see if anyone could see what he was doing, but no one was looking our way. By then Bill and Terry were in the car and Pete got in and then pulled me in onto his lap. My skirt was hiding his hands as he worked his cock out of his pants. I knew what he wanted so I leaned forward over the front seat and that lifted me off his lap enough that he could push my panties aside and put the head of his cock against my pussy. My face was next to Gary’s ear and I whispered: “Think about this while you are driving. I’m going to fuck you to death when we get home” and then I pushed myself down on Pete’s lap driving myself down on those magnificent nine inches. Pete couldn’t actually fuck me, but we hit enough potholes and bumps in the road that I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when I had an orgasm. I don’t know if it was the combination of the bumps and Pete’s cock, or the fact that Pete had his cock in me while my husband was sitting less than two feet in front of me, but it was a killer or an orgasm. Just before we got to Terry and Bill’s I leaned forward over the seat, which pulled me off Pete’s cock, and I whispered in Gary’s ear: “We need to hurry this up baby, I’m horny as a goat.” Pete and Gary helped Terry and Bill into their house and while they were gone Susie asked: “Did Pete get his cock into you?” “Did he ever.” “He said he was going to try.” “It was a kick whispering in Gary’s ear while Pete had his cock buried in me. God, I wish he could have fucked me.” “He wants to try again this weeGaryd. We will have the barbecue this time and try to get Gary smashed on margaritas. Uh oh, here they come.” I got in the front with Gary and Susie got in back with Pete for the rest of the ride home. I kicked off my high heels, stretched out on the front seat and let my foot rub on the lump in Gary’s pants as he drove. Once in the house he chased me into the bedroom and then things got hot. I practically ripped his clothes off of him and then pushed him back on the bed. I took his hard cock in my mouth and licked and sucked on him as I worked my own clothes off. Once naked I swung over my husband in a sixty-nine and I swear I had an immediate orgasm when his tongue licked my pussy – a pussy that Pete’s huge cock had been in less than ten minutes before. Make no mistake, I loved my hubby to death and there is no way on this earth that I would plant a pussy with another man’s cum in it on my husbands mouth, but God did it turn me on to have his mouth on me so soon after Pete had been there. I rubbed my juicy pussy on his face and then I rolled over on my back and moaned: “Fuck me Gary, fuck me.” He moved between my legs and pushed his hard cock into me and I came again. I locked my legs around him and dug my nails into his back and humped up at him as he drove down into me. He fucked me hard for several minutes and then I felt him shoot into me. He pulled out of me, kissed me and then he did the one thing that I really loved and that no other man had ever done for me. He licked and kissed my body from my mouth all the way down to my pussy and when he got there he looked up at me and whispered: “I love you.” He bent his head and I took it in my hands and pulled it to the pussy he had just filled. “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes” I moaned as he slid his tongue into me. His tongue felt marvelous moving over my swollen pussy lips and poking into my love hole. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I moaned and pushed my hips at his face. I don’t know why I found it to be so erotic that Gary loved to suck his own cum out of me, but I did and I thrashed around as he worked on me. Two minutes was all it took for him to give me a screaming orgasm. I pushed him away and pulled my knees up, spreading my legs wide and panted: “Fuck me lover, fuck me.” He moved over me and I moaned with pleasure as he pushed his hard cock into me. He put his mouth on mine and gave me a deep kiss as I locked my legs around him. I sucked on his tongue and as his cock began banging into me I moaned and let his tongue slip from my mouth. “Oh fuck yes lover, oh yes, oh God yes. Fuck me baby, fuck me ” I groaned as he shoved himself deep into me, pulled back and then shoved again. I pushed up at him to meet his thrusts and I moaned and gasped as he pounded me and from somewhere in my body I dredged up yet another orgasm and shook and shuddered as he spilled another load into me. He lay next to me on the bed and once again I wished that he had a job that kept him at home. His cock wasn’t huge, but I could live without huge if I could just have him with me all the time. +++++++++++++++++++++++ That Sunday over at Pete and Susie’s Gary did hit the margaritas pretty hard, but he was never out of it enough for Pete to get away with fucking me all the way. Pete did get his cock in me twice. The first time was a teaser. Gary had gone in to use the bathroom and Pete bent me over the patio table, slid those magnificent nine inches into me and got in a half dozen strokes before we heard the toilet flush and had to stop. The second time was in the kitchen while Gary was sitting on the patio nodding off and I was in the kitchen helping Susie shuck corn on the cob. I was bent over the kitchen table and Pete was slamming his cock into me and Susie was watching out the window with an eye on Gary. Pete had been pounding me long enough to get me right on the edge of an orgasm when Susie said: “Oh shit! Here he comes.” Pete hurriedly pulled out and had his back to the door and was zipping up when Gary came in. Gary didn’t stand a chance when we got home. I was on him like a duck on a bug. It was frustrating in a way because the very margaritas we had been pouring into Gary to get him so blitzed that Pete could fuck me made it hard for him to perform. I was able to get him to go twice, but that was all. I ended up having to go into the bathroom when Gary fell asleep and get myself off by hand. +++++++++++++++++++++++ It finally happened! Pete got what he wanted. Gary got promoted and we held a promotion party for him at the house and Gary overindulged on the margaritas. After the last of the company had gone, all except for Pete and Susie, Gary was sitting on the couch talking to Pete when all of a sudden he went quiet. Pete reached over and poked Gary and Gary just sat there. Pete poked him again and Gary fell sideways on the couch – he was out! Susie whispered, “You two go and get it get it done. I’ll stay here and keep and eye on him.” I took Pete’s hand and led him into my bedroom and then, while Gary was in the next room, Pete fucked me on Gary’s bed. The first time was fast and furious, but oh so totally satisfying. I wasn’t wearing panties so I pulled up my skirt to my waist, bent forward and grabbed the footboard and Pete took me from behind. He took me hard and fast and gave me an orgasm in less than a minute. It took him five to get his and then we went out to the living room and checked on Gary. He was still out. Susie told us not to worry, that she would alert us if anything happened. We went back into the bedroom and I sucked Pete hard again and then I lay down on my back and pulled my knees back almost to my ears, which made me wide open for Pete. He slammed his cock into me and for the next seven or eight minutes he fucked me as hard as he could. I had three orgasms before he came again. After the second time Pete got up and went into the living room, picked up Gary and brought him in and set him down on the bed next to me. “Hold his hand” Pete whispered and then as I held my husbands hand in mine Pete fucked me for the third time and I came and came and came. I orgasmed so hard that I saw stars, exploding rockets, the whole thing. ++++++++++++++++++++++ I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. All that night did was fire up Pete more. Now he wanted to fuck me with Gary wide-awake and within calling distance – the closer the better. I didn’t have a clue as to how Pete could possibly make that happen, but the thought of being able to do made my pussy wet and kept it wet. #Cheating • #slutwife, #Small Dick, #Teaser,#Whore #cuckold #cheat #HotWife
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    Go on with part 2 of this hot party. The Party...part 2 bybluehowler© John nearly shot his load as he watched his wife have her second violent orgasm of the night. The party had gone on too long for Don as he stroked his cock at Beth's face. She was still screaming when the first jet of hot cum struck her face. She looked up at Don in time to receive the second jet as it hit her forehead and nose. As she gasped for air the third and fourth jets landed in her mouth and covered her lips. This also proved too much for Mike as he plunged deep into her pussy and unloaded a huge torrent of cum into her womb. Beth could taste the cum in her mouth as she felt the cock in her pussy twitch. As silence consumed the room, John shot his load on the floor between his legs. Report Story
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    One More Hot story to our hot wifes and cuckfriends The Party ...Part One bybluehowler© John stood silently as he watched his wife applying the finishing touches to her make-up. "How do I look honey?" She asked happily. "You look beautiful as always my little princess." John answered. "Thank you honey, I love you so much." She replied walking towards him. "I love you too Beth. We better make a move otherwise we will be late." John said. Beth grabbed her purse and turned out the lights before joining her husband in the car. As she climbed into the passenger seat, John watched her dress rise slightly, revealing the tops of her sexy black stockings. Beth smiled back at him as she watched his lustful gaze over her legs. "You will have to wait until later, and then you can see everything that is underneath this dress." Beth teased. John smiled at his wife before pulling off the drive and heading to the party. Beth was excited about the party. It would be the first time she had met any of her husband's colleagues, and the first time she had been out since giving birth 8 months ago. John and Beth had been married for 8 years, but only recently had their first child together. John was 34 years old while Beth was slightly younger at 29. They struck everybody they met as the perfect couple. John was tall and handsome. He worked extremely hard but still found time to be the perfect husband, and now father. Beth was beautiful. She stood 5"6 with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Tonight her hair had been curled and she truly looked like a princess. Since giving birth Beth had gone from a size 8 to a size 10. It took her time to get used to her curvier bum but she was delighted with her new bust, and so was John. During the pregnancy Beth had gone from a 32B to a 32 DD. But since she had stopped breast feeding her bust settled to a 32C. She had gone from petite to curvy, and she loved it. Beth was also a shy person but in no way was she a bimbo. She too was a dedicated wife and mother. Johns company had been awarded a very large contract, and to celebrate he had been invited, along with his colleagues to one of the executives homes for a party. It was more like a mansion John thought as he pulled into the grounds. John and Beth were greeted at the entrance by a waiter in a suit. He offered them champagne as they entered the house and followed the other guests. After meeting many of her husband's colleagues, Beth and the party were in full swing. John was politely asking his wife to go easy on the drink before he was interrupted by the host, his boos Don. "Hello John. I was meaning to catch up with you earlier, but as you can see I have a lot of guests to meet." Don said offering his hand to John. "It's no problem Don." John said shaking the man's hand. "I must say you have a beautiful home Don." Beth chipped in. Don turned to Beth and was instantly taken in by her beauty. "Don, I'd like to introduce you to my wife Bethan." John said. "Please ...call me Beth." She smiled. "Hello Beth, I must say you are a very beautiful woman. I am happy that you like my home, and if John doesn't mind, maybe I could give you a grand tour later on." Don smiled as he took Beth's hand and kissed it gently. "I'd really like that." Beth said blushing. "Well ...I'll leave you both to enjoy your evening and maybe I'll see you a bit later on." Don said before shaking Johns hand again. John laughed off the innocent flirting between his wife and his boss. Don was a nice guy and as far as John knew, had no reputation of hitting on employees wives. He also trusted Beth, he had seen many a man hit on his wife only to see them let down. John was deep in conversation with one of his team when Beth politely interrupted them to say she was going outside for a cigarette. She only smoked when she was drinking, a habit she couldn't kick. John hated her smoking but knew it was easier to let her go. As Beth went outside to join the other smokers she noticed Don enjoying a cigar with two other men. "Mind if I join you gentlemen?" Beth smiled as she pulled out her cigarettes. "Not at all my dear, here let me get you a light." Don said. The three men watched intently as this beautiful woman sucked hard on her filtered cigarette. Don watched her enticing cleavage rise as she inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs. Then all three men watched as she exhaled a thick plume of smoke into the warm night sky. Don introduced the other two men as company directors. They talked for a short time as Don kept refilling Beth's glass and lighting her cigarettes. None of these men knew Beth, but it was easy to see that she was approaching very drunk. All three men looked at each other with knowing smiles on their faces as they eyed this young wife. Beth was wearing a sexy black dress which hung 4 inches above her knee. The thin straps of her dress rested softly on her shoulders. It would be so effortless to peel those straps down. There was no sign of bra straps, but as the men stole glances at her cleavage they could see the top of her black bra cups peeking out of her dress. Being a shy person around strangers Beth never realised the effect she had on men when she was drunk. Sure if she was in a club or bar she would understand that most guys were hitting on her. But here at a respectable party with wives and girlfriends, she naively felt safe and secure. As Beth crushed out her third cigarette in a row, she felt the nicotine rush to her head. Mixed with the alcohol she felt good. Don refilled her glass again before putting his arm around her waist. As he took in a breath to speak, his cock twitched in his pants. The strong smell of her perfume filled his nostrils and took over his senses. "I think it's time for your grand tour Bethan ...what do you think?" Don grinned. "I would love too, if you mind that is." Beth said. "Not at all my dear, follow me." Don said. Don removed his arm from around Beth's waist before he gently slid it down and across her arse cheeks. His cock twitched again as he offered his arm to Beth. She happily took it as she sipped on her champagne. The other two men laughed as they went to rejoin the party. Don's partner in crime Mike winked at Don as he left. Meanwhile back at the party, John had lost track of the time. Half an hour had passed since his wife had gone for a cigarette. He quickly went outside expecting to see her puffing away, but his heart sank when he realised she wasn't there. "Excuse me; have you seen a blonde woman in a black dress out here?" John said to the smoking couple. "She went inside with Don as we came out here." The red headed woman replied. "How long ago was that?" John snapped. "About 10 minutes ago." She answered John tried to act calm as he came back inside. He stood still scanning the room with his eyes in the hope he would see Don or his wife. Another 10 minutes passed before John grabbed one of the waiters and asked if he knew where Don was. "Sorry sir but I can't help you. Ask one of the security staff." The waiter said pointing to a large suited man. John walked hurriedly towards the man trying to hide any indication that something was wrong. "Excuse me, have you seen Don?" John asked. "No sorry sir. He should be around somewhere." The guard replied. "Please ...it's really urgent, I must speak with him." John pleaded. "I am very sorry sir, but unless it's a life or death situation he is not to be disturbed." The guard grew agitated. John almost panicked when he heard the words "not to be disturbed". "What do you mean he is not to be disturbed? This is very urgent." John pressed. "Look pal, he is entertaining a guest. It will have to wait." The guard said. John stood back for a second. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he felt his heart begin to race. "Please ...you must help me. I think that guest is my wife." John begged. The security guard could see the panic on Johns face. He thought most of the woman who Don seduced had their husband's permission anyway. But he could see that John had no idea what had happened to his wife. "Quickly ...get in here." The guard demanded as he opened a door. John quickly entered the room before the guard. He felt slightly relieved. "Ok listen to me and I'll help you. If you don't I'll throw you out without your wife. Understand?" "Yes ...I promise ill do as you say." John said. "There is a private room where Don sometimes takes female guests. Now I can show you this room, but you can only watch what's going on inside. You will be able to see and hear what's happening, but they won't be able to hear you. And you won't be able to enter the room either." He told John. "But I don't want her in that room, or with Don!" John shouted. "Look man, take it or leave it. I shouldn't even be doing this much. I get paid good money to run his security; I'm not fucking it up because some guy can't keep his wife in check." "Ok ...ok ...this situation is fucked up enough already." John said putting his hands on his head. "I feel for you man, I really do. I can see you don't want this, but I'm not going to let you have access to that room. Your wife may not even be in there anyway. But if she is ...and you don't like what's going on ...don't kick off. I'm warning you." John knew this was his only option. After listening to the guard he felt a little hope that maybe Beth wasn't with Don. But something inside of him was saying otherwise. The security guard led John into a small office. Immediately he noticed a large window that looked into another room. As John approached the glass the room he was standing in suddenly went dark. He turned around in time to see the office door close and then he heard it lock. Turning back to look into the other room, John noticed a waiter entering carrying a tray. On the tray was a bottle of champagne with 3 glasses. The waiter opened the bottle before lighting the fire. John watched on in total shock as he witnessed this room being set up for his wife's seduction. He still clung on to the hope that his wife would not be the female to enter that room with Don. Five minutes after the waiter had left the room John checked his watch; it had been 40 minutes since he had seen his wife. Suddenly he heard voices. He began to shake and his tension began to rise as he watched Don enter the room with Beth on his arm. They were giggling like school kids as Don led her to the open champagne. Don filled the three glasses as Beth looked around the room. She turned to the window and looked straight at her husband. "Beth!" John shouted as he banged on the glass. "That's a lovely mirror Don; I bet it cost a fortune." She said. John sank back onto the chair as he watched his wife. She had no idea she was being watched. Then a second man entered the room. "Here you go Mike ...Beth." Don said handing them their glasses. As Beth sipped her champagne both men approached her. Mike put his arm around her waist as she giggled, and then Don rubbed his hand softly up and down her back. "You're so beautiful Beth." Don said smiling at her. "Thank you Don, but shouldn't we be getting back to the party?" Beth said. "We have time." Don said moving his lips to her neck. Beth gave out a sigh as she closed her eyes. Don's lips caressed her neck softly as he made his way to her shoulder. "Please ...you must stop. I'm married." Beth said half heartedly. "So are we." Mike said with a smirk. John watched horrified as the three of them laughed. "No ...seriously, we must stop. Somebody might come." Beth said. "Hopefully we all will." Mike joked. Don and Mike knew it was a token plea, and so did John. Don quickly moved in front of Beth and began to smooth his fingers up and down her arms. Mike stood behind her with his hands running up and down the sides of her body. Her dress felt smooth and silky as he pushed his groin into her behind. John watched powerlessly as two of his bosses seduced his wife. The tension in his pants had been there a while before he looked down at it. It never registered in his mind that he had become erect. John sat back and instinctively unzipped his pants. Don was kissing her neck before he took both shoulder straps in his fingers. Johns cock twitched as he watched them being pulled down his wife's arms. Beth threw her head back as Don moved his lips down to her breasts. As Don let go of the straps the dress fell down a few inches to reveal her lacy bra covered breasts. Mike gently slid the dress up to her waist, revealing the tops of her stockings and garter belt. All three of them moaned in unison. Mike quickly sank to his knees and began to kiss Beth's cheeks whilst Don unclasped her bra. Don wasted no time in cupping both of her breasts, weighing them up in his hands. As he caressed both globes he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Beth was swaying slightly with her eyes closed as she absorbed the pleasure these two men were giving her. As Don expertly sucked on her nipple and massaged her breasts, Mike was removing her panties. The cool breeze of fresh air between her legs was soon replaced by the heat from the fire and her own furnace. Mike was back kissing her cheeks as he pulled down her dress. Mike then ran his finger tips so delicately up the backs of her legs as she stepped out of the dress. By now John was slowly stroking his cock as he watched Don step away from his wife to look her up and down. Nobody would have guessed that eight months ago this beauty was giving birth. Her breasts were firm and full and her stomach was practically flat. John knew these men were going to enjoy his wife's body, and he could do nothing about it. Beth was standing totally @@@@@@@ in front of these two men. Mike walked around to the front and both men were now staring at her beautiful body. They each put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Beth smiled at them as she sank to her knees. They both assisted her as she tried to unbuckle their pants single handily. Everyone watching could see the smile grow on Beth's face as the two cocks sprung free. She quickly took them both in her hands and began to stroke them gently. The room soon filled with male groans of pleasure. Beth took Dons cock tightly in her grip as she continued to stroke Mike. Don pushed her lush blonde hair out of the way as she tilted her head sideways slightly. Leaning into Dons lap, Beth licked his thick cock three times before sinking her head over the engorged head. Don groaned out loud as he threw his head back in ecstasy. Beth soon got a rhythm going as she bobbed up and down on Dons length in time with the strokes she was giving Mike. Beth loved giving head to her husband but this was different. Don's cock was slightly longer but much thicker. She could feel it pulsing as she took him to the back of her throat. Before giving Mike his turn she took Dons cock out of her mouth and tilted her head sideways. Don was now groaning louder as she started to run her tongue and lips up and down the underside of his pole. She then took him deep one last time as she squeezed his balls. Mike welcomed the exchange as she took his cock deep into her mouth. He cupped her breasts as she hungrily went to work on his cock. Holding the base of his cock she wanked him slowly as she swallowed the head and swirled her tongue around it. John stopped stroking his cock in fear that he would shoot his load all over the room. He had never felt this aroused as she sat watching the show. His wife oblivious to what was going on as she happily fellated his bosses. Mike kept his cock buried deep in Beth's mouth as he moved backwards to a chair. As he sat down he lifted Beth's head and pulled her up slightly. He gave her a deep lingering kiss before squashing her breasts around his cock. Beth knew what he wanted as he looked deep into her eyes. Holding her D cup bust tightly around his cock, she began to stroke his cock. She could feel her hard nipples against the palms of her hands as she held firm and smothered his cock. Little droplets of pre cum seeped out of his tiny slit and onto her breasts. "Ok Mike, you've had your fun now it's my turn again." Don laughed. "Fuck me she got some great tits." Mike cursed. "Come here Beth and sit on my lap." Don instructed. Beth obeyed him like a little wanton slut. The pre cum on Beth's breasts glistened as she stood up and walked towards Don. Don sat stroking his cock as he watched this young wife obeying his demand. "Turn around and face away from me Beth. Then take my cock and guide it into your pussy." Don said. Beth smiled as she turned around and reached back for Dons cock. Taking it firmly in her grasp, Beth sat back on his lap slowly. Guiding his cock to her pussy she paused to rub the head against her opening. "Fuck the dirty little bitch is soaking." Don groaned. Beth began to lower herself onto him. Inch by inch she slowly filled her pussy with his cock. Soft moans escaped her lips as the intense pleasure began to take over her. Beth paused for a few seconds to allow her pussy to adjust to his size. Don however wasted no time in grinding his hips into her. This caused him to go deeper and Beth couldn't help but respond. John was overtaken by lust as his eyes remained fixed on his wife. His cock was at bursting point as he watched the most sacred thing in his life pleasure two other men. He was no longer in control of his emotions as he went from lust to jealousy, jealousy to anger, anger to pain, and from pain back to lust. John hadn't noticed, but he was now stroking his cock in time with his wife. Beth's cries of pleasure were quickly filling the room as she slammed down hard on Dons cock. Don held her hips tight as he helped push her up before pulling her back down again. Mike was soon standing in front of Beth offering his cock to her lips, and she happily obliged by opening her mouth. With two cocks slamming into her body it didn't take long for the knot in her stomach to tighten. Don felt the walls of her womb clamp tight around his cock as she let Mikes cock slip from her mouth. Beth grabbed a hold of the chair as her orgasm neared. Don continued to pull her down hard until she screamed at the top of her lungs. Beth's body shock violently as Don pulled her down hard and kept her still. His cock was already buried deep inside her womb when she began to spasm on his pole. Beth barely had time to compose herself as Mike pulled her up and led her to another chair. Her mind still fuzzy as Mike forced her over the chair and sunk his cock deep into her pussy. "Ohhhhh ...fuck ...Ummmm ...yes ...fuck me deep!" She demanded. "That's it Mike, fuck the bitch hard. Give her what she wants." Don laughed. Mikes face was full with concentration as he thrust his cock as hard as he could. Beth was soon screaming again as a new cock ploughed into her, trying to get deeper with every lunge. John looked down at his own cock as he felt his pre cum lubricating his strokes. Don took up position in front of Beth as he ran his cock across her face and lips. Beth smiled in between her groans as she tried to take his cock into her mouth. She could smell her own juices as Don slapped her face with his cock. But she soon tasted her juices as he pushed between her parting lips and filled her pretty little mouth. Beth loved the pleasure these two men gave her as they used her body. She had totally forgotten about her husband as she concentrated on her next release, and it didn't take long as Don and Mike fed her their meat. Mike didn't slow down as her second orgasm approached, his hands gripping her waist as he drove deep into her body. Holding onto the back of the chair, Beth exploded on Mikes cock. Don's cock slipped from her mouth as she once again filled the room with screams...read pat 2 Report Story
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