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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. Her Name Is Claire – Part 3 Ricky got home from work, and stepped into the house. First thing he saw was his naked wife sitting on the lap of an equally naked black man. Her back was to the man, his cock hard and between his wife’s legs. There was one black hand on his wife’s tits and one hand between her legs, massaging her. Ricky froze, stunned. He was so focused on what he saw that to him it was a tunnel with his wife and the black man at the end of the tunnel and nothing else visible. He was shaken. He stammered, trying to get out a word, but nothing came out of his moving lips. Finally he was able to speak. He screamed out, “What the FUCK!?” He took a step toward his wife, ready to teach her a lesson she would never forget when suddenly he was pulled back. Somebody had grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, then a black arm wrapped around his chest, locking him in place. Then he noticed the others. Black men, all naked. And his wife’s friend, Janet. Janet’s face had a smirk on it. He tried to get over to her and smash her face in, but he was lifted up off the floor. He tore his eyes from Janet’s face back over to Claire’s. She had a worried look on her face. “You fucking bitch!” screamed Ricky. “I’m divorcing your fucking slut ass. How long you been fucking these black motherfuckers?” The black man, whose lap Claire was sitting on, held up the hand that was playing with his wife’s clit. He held the hand up in a stopping motion toward Ricky. The man chuckled, then said in a deep rumbling voice, “Listen to me carefully, Ricky. We can do this easy or we can do this hard, but believe me, you will not like doing this hard. Your choice. And, white boy, you will not be divorcing anybody. No, white boy, you are going to be her little sissy cuckold.” Ricky stood still for just a second, then rushed toward Claire. Suddenly he was down on the floor, on his knees. His kidney felt like it was on fire. He realized he had been hit hard on his back, right on his kidney. It hurt so badly it brought tears to his eyes and it took him a moment to catch his breath. He looked around to see who had hit him, and discovered a skinny naked black man with spiky hair smiling at him. Ricky could not but notice the mans cock, as it was huge and almost touching his face, he was so close. His cock was much larger than Ricky’s own. “You like my cock, white boy,” asked Spike, and he smiled at Ricky, then pressed his cock right against Ricky’s face. Even though it hurt to move, Ricky quickly scrambled away, still on his knees. When Ricky heard raucous laughter, he closed his eyes in embarrassment and humiliation. “Like I said, little Ricky, we can do this easy or we can do this hard,” said Terrance, smiling at Ricky. “It is your choice entirely, little Ricky. If you enjoy pain, then by all means, let’s go hard. I enjoy that.” Terrance laughed. “I’m sort of hoping you decide on the hard way, boy.” Ricky bowed his head. He could see this was not going to go well at all. But he didn’t answer. “Claire, get up and get down on the floor on all fours, like a dog.” Terrance pushed Claire up off his lap. “Munch, fuck her. Leave little cucky boy here a nice creampie for little cucky boy to eat. He will find it delicious so leave a nice big load for him.” Terrance laughed, deep and rumbling. Munch, the huge black man sitting beside Janet, got up, a big smile breaking out on his face. From the moment he first saw Claire with her big white tits and pink nipples and such a creamy smooth cunt, he want to shove his black cock deep inside her. Claire snapped her head up, looking at Terrance, and started to say something when Terrance cut her off.” “Stop!” said Terrance softly to her. “You will fuck anyone I tell you to. Understood?” Claire just nodded, not quite expecting this, even though Terrance had hinted at something like this before. She should have been more aware of the possibility, she thought. But it was way too late now. “Cucky boy, your wife will be for black men only to enjoy from now on. You will never let your little white dick touch her cunt again, and you will never touch her tits or ass again, understood?” Ricky stared at Terrance, then screamed out “Fuck you, motherfucker!” Suddenly, it felt like there was a vice-grip at the back of his neck. It felt like his neck was being crushed. Ricky screamed out in pain. “Okay! Okay! I understand. Let go, motherfucker!” Munch let go of Ricky’s neck, then aimed a hard kick at Ricky’s ass, “That was for calling me a motherfucker, motherfucker. You won’t do that again.” Ricky just nodded, pain still throbbing in his neck. Munch got behind Claire, who was still on her hands and knees. He rubbed her cunt to see how wet she was. He put a couple fingers inside and pumped her to get her a little wetter. He slowly pushed the head of his black cock into her white cunt. Ricky looked away. Spike grabbed him by the neck and turned his head, forcing him to watch. “Look, cucky boy, see the nice black cock fucking your wife? You like that, don’t you, cucky boy?” Spike forced Ricky to nod his head yes. Munch had his cock about half way inside Claire, going slow as she was extremely tight. “Your wife is so tight, cucky boy. Your little cucky dick must be really small.” He smiled at Ricky. Ricky’s face turned red again, in total humiliation. Claire was at first very embarrassed to be fucking in front of others, especially in front of her best friend, Janet, and also her husband. But soon, the embarrassment went away, to be replaced with arousal, and then on total focus on what was happening to her cunt and her body. She was going to try to stifle her lust, but that thought had abandoned her as she felt so consumed with the electric feeling surging throughout her body. Munch had just fully gotten his cock into Claire and started pumping when Claire began to shiver and shudder into a massive orgasm. It was so strong her arms gave way and she fell onto her face, gasping for air between spasms. Munch laughed, slapping Claire’s ass hard. Claire hardly felt the slap as shudders overtook her body. Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips parted in total lust. “I’ll bet she never had a total blowout like that with you, has she cucky boy?” asked Terrance, looking at Ricky with a smile on his face. Ricky just shook his head no, getting more humiliated by the minute. By then, Munch was jacking his black cock inside Claire’s white cunt hard. She was still tight, but very well lubricated. Her orgasm had subsided, but with Munch fucking her so hard with his big cock, she began to shiver again. Her breathing came in gasps. As she started to cum, Munch let loose with a boat load of cum. Munch had always been a heavy cummer. His black cock throbbed inside Claire, pumping more and more cum deep into her. When he was done, he pulled out of her, rubbing her fine ass. Then Munch turned to Ricky and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his face up. Munch rubbed his cum wet black cock on Ricky’s face and laughed. There was still cum dripping from the end of his cock, so Munch rubbed the tip of his cock on Ricky’s face and lips and told him to lick. When Ricky didn’t, Munch punched him on the top of his head. Ricky immediately began licking the cum from Munch’s cock. Claire start to rise up, but Terrance told her to stay down. “Okay, cucky boy, time for you to eat your wife’s nice creampie. That’s a nice dinner for you. Munch was kind to you and left you a lot to eat.” Terrance laughed. Munch pulled Ricky over to Claire’s cunt and told him to eat. When Ricky hesitated, Munch grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced his face down into Claire’s cunt. Munch slapped him on the top of his head and yelled, “Eat, motherfucker!” Ricky began eating. He had never tasted cum before, except what was on Munch’s cock, and the thought of it made him gag. Despite his gags, Munch held his face in place. “Lay on your back, cucky boy. Claire, get up on your knees and sit on cucky boy’s face so he can get the whole load.” Munch “helped” Ricky, rather roughly, roll over on his back and get positioned under Claire’s cunt as Claire rose up and sat on her husband’s face. Munch instructed him, “Swallow it all, cuck. My cum is the best you will ever get. Bitches fight over it, it is so good. You will get to fight over it soon, bitch!” Munch laughed. Cum began to drain from Claire’s cunt into Ricky’s mouth and all over his face. Some got into his eyes and more flowed down his cheeks. He tried to avoid swallowing but Munch grabbing his crotch and squeezing hard convinced him he better swallow as much as he could. Finally, after a few minutes, Terrance said, “Okay, enough. help him up.” Munch pulled Ricky up by gripping his hair with one hand and under his arm with the other. Ricky stumbled up, feeling like his hair was being ripped out by the roots. His face was very wet with pussy juice and Munch’s cum. Terrance directed Spike, “Help him undress, Spike.” Munch released him. Ricky finally got a little brave, and screamed, “No fucking way, motherfucker!” That resulted in another hammer blow to Ricky’s kidney, and he went down to his knees again. As Spike helped him up, tears ran down Ricky’s face. “Now, help him undress.” smiled Terrance. Ricky shook Spike’s hands off him and unbuttoned his own shirt and slipped it off. He stood bare chested facing his wife who had now stood up. “The rest of it,” said Terrance. Ricky unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off after removing his boots. He stood there in white underwear. Terrance just moved his finger up and down, indicating the underwear needed to come off too. Not wanting to risk another blow to his kidney, which was as sore as hell, Ricky slipped off his underwear. “Whoo, nice ass, white boy,” said Spike. He rubbed Ricky’s ass, causing Ricky to take a step away. Spike laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you will get used to it,” and he laughed again. Ricky’s face grew extremely red. Terrance turned to Claire and instructed her, “Go get your make-up, girl.” Claire went bouncing into the bedroom All eyes were on her naked ass. While she was in there, Terrance instructed Spike, “Okay, Spike, dress him up.” Spike smiled and pulled a skimpy pair of pink panties and matching pink bra out of the bag he brought in. The panties and bra were very lacy and sheer, and very girly. Spike handed them Ricky. Ricky took them but his first impulse was to throw them on the floor and refuse. But he could not risk another blow to his kidney, so he just frowned and stepped into the panties, then tried to put the bra on but had trouble with it Spike helped him fasten it. “Now do a little slow turn and model it for us, girl,” said Terrance. Ricky felt weak. His knees started to buckle, but he held himself up. He did a slow turn. Janet started applauding as Ricky turned. She shouted out “How lovely!” Ricky had to swallow some vomit that rose up in his throat. Just then, Claire came back from retrieving her make-up and upon seeing Ricky in pink bra and panties, she burst out laughing, unable to contain herself. Janet exclaimed, “Maybe we should call her Vickie instead of Ricky!” and she laughed. Terrance turned to Janet with a huge smile and nodded at her, “Excellent idea! I really like that!” Then he turned to Ricky “Did you hear that, Vickie? Your new name? From now on, you are Vickie. Did you hear that, Vickie?” Ricky, or rather Vickie, turned his head toward Janet and gave her his most menacing scowl. Janet just smiled back, loving this. Upon instruction from Terrance, Claire got a kitchen chair and had Vickie sit on it while Claire applied make-up to him. She applied mascara, eye shadow, bright red lipstick and all. Claire stepped back to admire her work, with a grin from ear to ear. She ran into the bath room to get a mirror and held it up for Vickie to look at himself. A mouthful of bile rose in his mouth. Tears came down his cheeks. “Why you crying, sweetie?” said Claire. “You look beautiful! Did you want a different color lipstick? You are a very pretty girl, you know!” Vickie shook his head. Claire removed the chair at Terrance’s instruction. When she returned, Vickie was down on his knees with Spike directly in front of him. Spike was pushing his black cock past Vickie’s red lips. Another of the black men was taking pictures with his cell phone. Spike rapped hard on the top of Vickie’s head, “You need to smile like you are enjoying this, baby girl. The pictures will be much better with you smiling. And you better start sucking, but if I feel your teeth, bitch, you will regret it!” Vickie forced a weak smile while more pictures were taken. Terrance informed Vickie, “These pics are going to be posted to various gay sites. If you fail to do exactly what you are told to do, your parents and all your friends will be sent links to them. Do you understand?” Vickie nodded. “Say it out loud, bitch!” screamed Terrance. “Yes, I understand,” said a meek Vickie, mumbling the words around Spikes black cock in his mouth. It took some time, with several slaps on Vickie’s head and some hard sucking, but Spike finally came in Vickie’s mouth. Vickie tried his best to keep up with the volume, but there was just too much cum for Vickie to swallow it all. A lot of cum dribbled down Vickie’s chin. Spike made Vickie scoop it into his mouth using his fingers. “Never waste a drop of cum, cucky boy,” instructed Spike. “Okay, good job, girl!” exclaimed Terrance. “You are going to go now with Spike to a party. You will be only in your sexy bra and panties, until they get ripped off, of course. You will be one of the girls at the party. Now get your fucking ass out of here, girl. I know you will enjoy yourself,” Terrance laughed. Spike put his clothes on and led Vickie, in only his pink bra and panties, out the door to Spike’s car. On the way out the door, Vickie looked back at Claire. There were tears in his eyes. Claire started to feel sorry for him, but then remembered how many times she had tears after being beaten or belittled, and Vickie never felt sorry for her. The sympathetic feeling quickly faded. End of Part 3
  3. Her Name is Claire This story is part true and part fiction Part 1 She fell under his spell pretty quickly. This was only her second day on the job. Claire stole a quick look at her new boss. When she saw he was looking at her, smiling, she quickly looked away, but couldn’t keep a small smile from her soft full lips. Claire wore no makeup. Not even lipstick, as her husband didn’t like it. He told her that makeup made her look like a whore and would attract other men. She had long beautiful auburn hair held together by a scrunchy at the back sweeping it into a ponytail that swung freely against her long silky skinned white neck. She wasn’t tanned, not even close. Her skin was a creamy pale white, a few freckles on her cheeks shoulders that seemed to compliment her green freckled eyes, befitting her Irish ancestry. She wore a man’s style shirt buttoned up tightly against her neck, unsuccessfully hiding her amble tits, further concealed in a plain white bra. The shirt and bra didn’t stand a chance at binding her tits or keeping them from swaying as she moved. Her husband hated it when men noticed her tits, and had at times even beaten her for “purposely” drawing too much attention to them. Her narrow waist was of no help at all in keeping her tits concealed, making them seem even more pronounced. She wore jeans over her long legs, and flat black shoes. Claire had been fired from her previous job. It was just a housekeeping job at a motel, but still, it brought in some money, which she turned over to her husband every pay day. When she went home and told her husband she had been fired, and explained she had hit a man who had tried to grab her and pull her into his motel room and her boss had fired her for hitting him, her husband punched her in her ribs for acting too sexy and causing it all. He screamed at her for the money he would now be missing and warned her she better get a new job right away. He would have socked her in the eye but knew that might keep her from quickly getting a job. She desperately but quickly found a new job at a soft drink bottling plant. Her new boss was a big powerful black man with a deep husky voice. He was at least ten or fifteen years older than Claire who was just a few years out of high school. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her. She admitted to herself that she liked the attention. Even in high school, she liked it when black boys paid attention to her, even hitting on her, telling her she was so hot and wanted to fuck her like a dog in heat. Of course, she never responded or dated a black boy. She didn’t want to be beaten as badly by her father like her older sister was. Instead, she dated only white boys, and not that many of them. Most of the boys were afraid of her father. Her father had actually beaten one of her dates, after he beat her and the boy tried to get in between. Once out of high school, she was rescued from a poor and abusive home life by the man who became her husband, Ricky. Too late, Claire realized that Ricky was very possessive and demanding and not that much different from her father and her home life there. Not only was her new boss, Terrance, powerful looking with a deep voice that seemed to vibrate within her chest whenever he spoke, but he was tall and very self assured. He had a commanding presence. She liked that. It was exactly opposite of how she saw herself: shy, lacking in self confidence, demure, easily influenced by others, a follower and certainly not a leader. “Submissive” was a word she never used but described her perfectly. Terrance was so strong and obviously a leader. Claire was busy at her work, her head down, daydreaming about Terrance, when she felt a hand at her back. It was Terrance, smiling at her. Her face flushed, feeling like he must have seen she was daydreaming about him. He chuckled quietly. “Claire, you are so pretty. But you try to hide it,” he said in his husky voice. “Why don’t you wear a nice dress tomorrow instead of those baggy jeans you have on today?” Then he smiled again, his hand still on her back, moving up and down slowly, electrifying, even going as low as her ass. Clair could not help but shiver. She made no effort to remove his hand from her ass. On the contrary, if felt warm and good and comforting somehow. Claire stammered, no words coming to her lips. Finally she just nodded, and eeked out a small shy smile. Terrance chuckled then moved on. Claire found her knees getting a bit wobbly. At home that night, Claire went to her closet and picked out a dress to wear the next day. She had few to select from. They were all very conservative. She picked the one with a small floral pattern that was high necked, showing no cleavage, and stretched down to her knees. She made the dress herself, on her Singer sewing machine. She used the sewing machine to make a little extra money doing clothes repairs for neighbors. A small amount of that she kept hidden, but most was turned over to Ricky. She knew she ran the risk of getting beaten for wearing a dress to work, but this was a conservative dress, so she was hoping that would not happen. Ricky had already left for work when it was time for Claire to get ready. She debated putting a slip on first, as the cotton material of the dress was on the thin side. Certainly not see through, though, but it might reveal too much of what was under the fabric of the dress. She knew nobody else hardly ever wore slips, but Ricky was very jealous and it helped avoid her getting beaten. After consideration, she threw the slip back in the drawer. She put a bra on, looked at herself in the mirror, then took the bra back off and stuffed it in her purse. She would put it back on after work and before getting home. She had little choice when it came to panties. Just plain white panties, with nothing at all sexy about them. Ricky didn’t like her at all in sexy panties. What if she had an accident and somebody had to remove her jeans in order to treat her and they saw her sexy panties and thought of her as a whore? He told her that if that happened, the next thing you know is she would be acting like a whore and fucking other guys. He didn’t say it to her, but was afraid she would then find out what sex was really like. She might find out that it is more than just being pushed down on her back on the bed, Ricky slamming his dick into her for a minute, cumming, then jumping off, telling her to go get cleaned up as it was disgusting looking at per pussy that way. He could care less if she orgasmed. In fact, it might be better to keep her wanting. Claire pulled up her panties up over her pubic thatch, then slipped the dress on. She caught herself in the mirror, noticing how her tits moved under the dress with no bra to restrain them. Embarrassed, she almost changed her mind and put her bra on, but decided to just stick with her decision. As she was about to leave the bedroom, she again looked in the mirror, pursed her lips, and decided on one more risky move. Claire pulled out a tube of lipstick from her drawer, and applied it. It was just a light pink lipstick that didn’t draw a lot of attention to her full lips. It was the only tube of lipstick she had. She pursed her lips, looking in the mirror, and wondered how a bright red lipstick would look on her. She figured it would make her look like a whore and would result in a beating from Ricky. Upon arriving at work and approaching the entry, she almost chickened out, half turning to go back to her car, then realizing she would be late if she did go back home to change. She shyly went in to work. Her boss, Terrance, noticed her almost immediately. He went over to her, staring at her chest with her large tits swaying under the thin fabric, and told her how terrific she looked. Claire looked down, her face turning a bright beet red, and stammered out “Thank you.” Terrance cupped her chin in one hand and forced her face up to look into her eyes. He put the other coal black hand on her hip, smiled at her, and said “You are absolutely beautiful, girl, and you should never hide that fact.” As Terrance let his hand fall from her chin, his hand paused at her chest, cupping her left tit, his thumb fingering her now erect nipple, a shadow of which could be seen through the thin fabric. A shiver rippled through her body and her knees went wobbly, requiring Terrance to grab her under her arms to hold her up. His arm around her waist, he escorted her into his office and shut the blinds. In the privacy of the office, Terrance pulled up her dress and put his black hand over her panties and fingered her clit through the cotton fabric. As he did so, Claire could not restrain herself, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips as hard as she could. She started to say, “Oh, I am so sorry!” But Terrance cut her off with a return kiss, his tongue slipping from his mouth and forcing her lips apart and into her mouth. Claire shuddered. His tongue tasted good. It was the first time she had ever been French kissed. Terrance backed her up to his desk, then dropped to his knees, and smoothly pulled her panties down. He pushed her ass onto the desk, and spread her legs apart. His tongue quickly found her clit. Claire breathed out, in a husky, lusty voice, her hands on his head pressing him into her, “Nobody has ever done that to me before. Oh my God! I didn’t know it would feel so good!” Then she shivered. Terrance, in response, pushed his face into her harder, and slipped his tongue deep into her pussy, then lapped her clit more, going back and forth until she was taken over completely by an orgasm. She squeezed her thighs together so hard Terrance chuckled to himself that it might misshape his head. Claire was totally breathless, never having experience such a massive orgasm like that before. She lustfully sucked in air, trying to catch her breath as shudders continued to rack her body. Claire’s orgasm finally ended, making her so weak she nearly collapsed. Terrance held on to her with one hand while standing her up and pulling her dress completely off of her. Claire’s tits were magnificent. They were full and firm and at least C-cup size if not D-cup, he judged. Her nipples were very erect, and so very pink and so fresh looking. He cupped one pale white tit in his black hand while he bent and sucked on the other, his mouth sucking in the entire nipple. He sucked hard, making her shiver again, even though she had just had a hard orgasm. Terrance knew then that this girl hard never been properly fucked in her entire life. That would change. Terrance turned her around, rubbing her sweet, firm and rounded ass, and bent her over his desk. He stripped off his pants, his huge black cock already fully erect, and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. He started with just his cock head, getting her really wet and well lubricated, then slowly pushed in all the way. It was obvious she had never had a real man’s cock before, either, as she was extremely tight. Terrance spanked Claire’s sweet ass while he slowly pushed and pulled inside her white, tight, pussy. He continued to spank her firm ass making red hand prints on her white skin, while he built up speed, going faster and faster. When he looked down, he could see white pussy juice building up on his black cock. She was definitely well lubricated now. Terrance reached around her and found her clit as he powerfully thrust his black cock into her married white cunt. He thrust harder and faster. He had to remove his fingers from her clit in order to hold on to her hips to keep her from collapsing. Claire moaned, her face in full lust. She had never felt anything like this before. It was so incredible. For the first time in her life, she yelled out “Fuck me oh God fuck me!” As Claire began a massive orgasm, shivering and shuddering with loud moans, Terrance shot his load deep into her pussy. He didn’t know if she was on the pill or not, and he didn’t care. It was fine with Terrance, in fact, if she was not. He was actually hoping not. Claire couldn’t stand, she was so weak. Terrance pushed her down to her knees, and wiped his wet cock on her face and forced her lips apart and slid his black cock past her pink lips and into her mouth. Claire had been made to suck Ricky’s cock before, but Terrance’s cock was so much bigger and it was hard for her to handle. She sucked him as well as she could, then licked his cock up and down his black shaft. After allowing her to rest a bit, Terrance stood Claire up and told her, “ You belong to me now. Do you understood that?” She nodded, “Yes!” “Do you understand what that means” he asked? She shook her head no. “It means you do what I tell you to do. You dress the way I tell you to, you fuck who I tell you to fuck, you don’t fuck anybody without my approval. I own you the same way I own my dog. You are mine and only mind.” She stammered, now realizing the full effect of what she had done, “But what about my husband? He won’t like this at all. I’m afraid. I can’t deal with him when he gets mad at me. He is violent. What do I do?” “I’ll handle your husband. You just avoid him tonight. Don’t fuck him. He doesn’t deserve your cunt. Your cunt is mine. Your tits are mine. Your ass is mine. Your mouth is mine. You are my bitch.” Claire shuddered, “Yes, I understand.” “I expect you to completely shave your cunt, and to forget about wearing any bras ever again, is that understood?” Claire nodded yes. “No, that isn’t good enough, Claire. I own you. You will give me a verbal answer.” Claire smiled weakly, “Yes, I understand. I am still worried about my husband. How will he be handled then? I mean, when he sees me with no hair down there and no bra and all he will call me a whore and beat me.” “I’ve seen him.” responded Terrance. “I’ll handle him if he gives you any trouble.” Terrance smiled at her. She smiled back. Terrance’s cum was running down her legs so Terrance told her to clean that up and put her dress on. He grabbed her plain cotton panties and threw them in the trash can. She went back out to her work station with no bra, no panties, and her pussy very wet. There was still some of Terrance’s cum on her pussy thatch. She had a big smile on her face. Over lunch, Terrance took her out for Chinese food, then took her shopping, buying her some bright red lipstick and some eyeliner, and some very sexy panties. He found a little tiny black pleated mini-skirt and a low cut silver top for her to wear the next day. During their lunch and shopping trip, Terrance noticed other men kept staring at her tits swaying under her dress. Terrance kept his black hand on her ass, signaling to everybody this bitch was his. End of Part 1 Her Name Is Claire Part 2 Driving home after work, Claire was thinking about the incredible sex she had at work that morning. There was a shy smile on her full pink lips as she remembered the massive orgasm she had while Terrance ate her pussy. He says “cunt” but she had never said that word before. But she liked it when he said it. Then she remember how he turned her around and fucked her “cunt” (she giggled as she thought that word) from behind, resulting in another massive orgasm the likes of which she thought was impossible to achieve. She felt so satisfied, so relaxed. She never once felt this way before. Then she worried a bit. First, she remembered that Terrance said she would only fuck those he told her to fuck. She worried that meant she would be fucking other guys besides Terrance. If he told her to, would she? She thought about that a few seconds then said “Yes” out loud. There was no way she could ever give up orgasms like she had just experienced. As she thought about that, she pulled her dress up and fingered her clit. She had no panties, as Terrance threw them away. She did have the new panties as well as the skirt and top Terrance bought for her. They were sitting in a shopping bag in the passenger seat beside her. She stole a quick glance at the bag, and smiled. She wondered how she would look in that outfit. Terrance had told her to shave her “cunt.” She giggled at that word again. She would do it, of course. But she worried that there was no way to conceal from her husband, Ricky, that her cunt was bald. She knew he would be very upset and would call her all kinds of names. She just hoped it would not evolve into violence. But she knew that was likely, given their history. She got home and brought the shopping bag inside, and laid it on the bed in the master bedroom. She slipped her dress off and kicked her shoes off. That was all she had on. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, and cupped her tits, closing her eyes as she remember Terrance’s black hand on her tit as he sucked the other one. She shivered. Ricky wasn’t due to be home for awhile yet. She had plenty of time. She went into the bathroom, taking a scissors to her pubic thatch and trimmed her cunt as short as she could. “Ha!” she snorted. There is that word again. Cunt! Now she couldn’t get that word out of her mind. Terrance said he owns me like he owns his dog, she thought. She didn’t really know fully what that meant, but she figured she would find out. As long as it involved fucking like she experienced that day! She giggled. Having plenty of time, she slipped into the shower with her shaving gear and took a long hot shower, totally shaving her cunt. When she got out, she thought, she would slip on a pair of her old plain cotton panties, and put a sanitary pad on so she could tell Ricky she was on her period. He would leave her alone with that. He hated blood. Once he had fucked her when she had just started her period. When he pulled out and saw blood on his dick, he freaked out and started gagging and hit her, screaming at her that she should have told him. He never kept track of her periods. It was just two weeks ago, but he would not make the connection. He would leave her alone, that she was sure of. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, and stepped into the bedroom, naked. She stopped. Frozen. Scared. There was Ricky, holding up the little mini-skirt and top and the sexy panties he had pulled out of the shopping bag. His face was flush with anger. He started to scream at her, then stopped, looking at her shaved bald pussy. “What the FUCK” he screamed. “Have you turned into a total WHORE? Is my wife a SLUT? I won’t have a fucking slut n this house! How long have you been doing this shit? Where did you get this? I take all your money! Are you selling yourself for money, SLUT? Did you really think you could get by with this shit?” He grabbed her by the hair as Claire screamed, and punched her in the ribs just below her left tit. Then he hit her on her cheek, causing a big welt on her cheekbone. Still grabbing her hair, he pulled her out of the bedroom and through the kitchen and out the side door. Claire stumbled out, falling in the dirt, totally naked. Tears streaming down her face. “Come back when you have come to your senses and no longer are a whore!” Then Ricky slammed and locked the door. Claire gathered herself up, wrapping her arms around her chest, then ran over to her best friend Janet’s house next door. She burst through Janet’s front door, trembling and crying. Janet’s young 12 year old son was in the living room and was the first to see her. It was impossible for him to take his eyes off her. Even though she was crying, she was a vision. He had seen porn with some of his friends, but this was real and better than that. “Holy shit,” he thought. Upon hearing the door slam open, Janet came running and seeing Claire naked and crying with a bruise on her ribs and her cheek, she knew what happened. She grabbed Claire by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen and sat her down, then ran to grab a blanket and wrapped it around Claire. Claire’s cries had subsided to sniffles by then. The bruise on her face was looking worse already, and was puffy. Janet gave her tissues, then asked what happened even though she knew Ricky went crazy once again. Claire and Janet had the type of relationship where they could reveal all their secrets to each other without worry anything would become public and without judgement. Claire had previously told Janet about her new boss, Terrance, and how she was so attracted to him, sort of a crush, with his deep voice and strong build. Claire didn’t hold back anything, telling Janet about the sex and the shopping and the instructions Terrance had given her. Nothing was left out. Janet hugged Claire tightly. After Claire settled down more, she asked what Claire would do about staying with or leaving Ricky. Both Janet and her husband hated Ricky. They both had lobbied Claire to leave the bastard. Claire exclaimed that she didn’t know. She would have to talk it over with Terrance the next day. Janet got her some of her own clothes for Claire to slip on, as her husband would be home soon. While he would love to see Claire naked, Janet wasn’t going to give him that chance. Janet had dinner on the stove when Larry came home. She explained to him about what happened, leaving a lot of it out, but touching on the basics. Larry offered to go over and knock Ricky’s block off, but Claire told him not to. After dinner and some TV, they all went to bed, with Claire snuggled up under blankets on the couch. In the morning, Claire waited for Ricky to leave for work, then she ran over and got ready for her work. Claire arrived at work. She was really nervous, not only because she was wearing the little skimpy panties under the very short mini-skirt which didn’t even reach half-way down her thigh, and the silver top that showed so much cleavage and showed so much of the movement of her tits under the top. The top even seemed to magnify the sway of her tits as she walked. Her lips were the bright red from the lipstick Terrance had gotten her. In a way, she did feel like the whore her husband said she was, but in another way, she almost felt liberated, like she was finally free. It certainly was confusing to her. But she was also nervous because of the vicious bruise on her cheek. The one on her ribs wasn’t as bad, but that wasn’t visible with her top on. She wasn’t sure how Terrance would react. Would he say “Ugh! You’re ugly now, get away from me” Or would he kill Ricky or what? She couldn’t stand it if either of those things happened. Even though she had only been fucked by Terrance just the one day, she realized she wanted, no, needed, a lot more. A LOT more. And if Ricky were killed or badly hurt, she would feel so guilty and she didn’t know if she could face Terrance after he did something like that. Her knees shaking, she stepped inside and went to her work station. She was very self-conscious and felt like she was walking so funny because of it. She felt very sexy but at the same time just not normal. Terrance was in his office with somebody and didn’t notice her at first. She turned and started work, concentrating heavily at that and didn’t notice Terrance approaching until she felt his hand gripping her ass. She shivered, and turned to him. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he noticed the bruise on her cheek. His face held an angry look. He took her hand and led her into his office. After closing the blinds, he cradled her face in her hands and kissed her. “Did your husband do this?” “Yes,” she said. “He found the bag of new clothes you got me and then noticed I had shaved down there. He called me a whore and a slut and grabbed me by my hair and threw me outside. I was naked. But I don’t want you to kill him or hurt him.” A tear formed at the corner of her eyes. Terrance kissed the tears away, and cupped her chin, then kissed her very softly on her full red lips. “Did you go back in the house or what did you do?” “I ran over to my best friends house. She lives right next door. I stayed there last night. I think I shocked her son. He saw me naked.” She developed a small smile at the memory of his shocked look. Terrance laughed, a deep husky throaty laugh that seemed to vibrate Claire’s body. Her clit went into overdrive. “I’ll be willing to bet that the kid jacked off all night long at the image of you naked.” Then Terrance laughed again. Claire couldn’t help herself. She laughed along with him. Terrance raised up her top, and was about to suck on her nipples when he noticed the smaller bruise on her ribs. He just shook his head, then began sucking on her nipples. Claire’s clit was really working in overdrive now. It felt like it was being electrically shocked. When Terrance’s black hand slipped into her panties and toyed with her clit, the electrical shocks completed their circuit and she almost climbed on him in an effort to r******** him. Terrance pulled down her panties and sat her on the desk, then pushed his cock slowly into her. She was still very tight. He had to go slow. First just his head, then gradually a little more of his shaft. Before he got very far at all, and before he had even begun to pump her, she shivered, and then shuddered into a hard orgasm. He thought to himself that this girl really needs some good fucking. Then he pushed himself all the way into her cunt, bottoming out before his whole cock got in, then started pumping her. Her shudders and spasms got even harder. He had to let go of her tits and hold her up with his hands behind her shoulders to keep her from collapsing backwards on his desk. This excited Terrance and he fucked her harder and harder, and after several minutes, he dumped his entire load deep into her married white cunt. He kept his cock inside her for awhile, as he massaged her white tits in his black hands, thumbing her pick nipples, causing her to shiver. Over a Mexican lunch, Terrance asked questions about Ricky. He knew from experience that guys like this, who abused their wives, were usually very insecure and most often cowards. They dominated and abused their wives to hide their own faults and shortcomings, to make themselves feel stronger and braver. They went out shopping again. Terrance was looking for a skirt even shorter than the one she was wearing, which was already very short, not even half way down her thigh. They found one that barely covered her ass, with just an inch or two to spare. They also found a complimentary top that really emphasized her gorgeous tits. She was instructed to wear these the next day. After work, Terrance followed Claire home. They went inside and Terrance instructed Claire to strip naked and to stay that way. “But, Ricky will be home soon, and he won’t like that. He won’t like you being here at all” worried Claire. Terrance chucked, “I’ll take care of Ricky. He won’t be a problem.” “I don’t want you to kill him!” Terrance burst out laughing. “Don’t worry. It won’t go that far” then he laughed harder. While Claire took off her clothes in the bedroom, Terrance also stripped his off. The door bell rang. Terrance told Claire he was expecting somebody and answered the door, swinging it wide open. It wasn’t who he was expecting. Janet was standing there, her smile fading into shock, then as she took in Terrance’s huge black cock, her smile returned. She introduced herself as Janet and Terrance invited her in. Janet didn’t take her eyes off his cock even momentarily. After stepping in she then examined Terrance’s entire body. He was strong and well muscled and had no hair, not even around his cock. His ass was incredible, she thought. An image momentarily flashed in front of her eyes of him on top of her fucking her, and her hands gripping that great ass. She had to shake her head to expel that image. Terrance said “Thank you for helping Claire out last night.” “Oh no problem at all. She told me all about you. Now I understand it all” and she giggled, staring again at his black cock. With her paying so much attention to his cock, it started to get a little hard. Just then Claire came out of the bedroom, totally naked, and saw Janet. Claire froze, not sure if she should run back into the bedroom, but then saw Terrance was also naked, fully facing Janet, full frontal nudity, his cock throbbing in sync with his heart beat. He made no effort to hide anything, proud of who he was. Claire put her hands in front of her face, shy at having been caught naked like this, then giggled. “I just wanted to check on you, Sweetie, to make sure you were okay. I don’t want to see you hurt, But I see you are in good hands here already” and Janet giggled again. The doorbell rang again. Terrance opened the door wide once again. This time it was who he was expecting. Three black men. One was even larger than Terrance, one smaller but husky looking and one thin with a head full of hair sticking out all over like spikes. Spike had a brown paper bag in his hand. They came in. Terrance didn’t bother to introduce them. It didn’t seem to be important to Terrance. He pointed at Claire and told them “This is Claire” then at Janet and told them “This is Janet, her friend.” Claire quickly put one hand to conceal her pussy and the other arm to cover her amble white tits. Terrance told her “ Don’t bother. They are going to fuck you anyway.” Claire’s face turned red. “Oh.” “Well, I guess Claire really is in good hands, so to speak” and Janet laughed. “Ricky will be home soon, so I better get going. But I wish I were a fly on the wall watching.” She put her hand over her mouth and laughed. Janet left. The three black men stripped naked as well. Claire, of course, noticed their black cocks. All of their cocks were bigger than Ricky’s. They all sat, waiting for Ricky. Terrance had pulled Claire to his lap, playing with her tits and sometimes dipping down to her clit and massaging her there. Claire couldn’t help but shiver. Terrance’s cock went full on hard. “Your friend Janet seems very open and not shy” he said. “Why don’t you call her and invite her back over to watch.” “Oh my God!” exclaimed Claire. “Are you sure?” She hesitated, but Terrance pushed her up off his lap his hard cock sticking straight up, She ran to get her phone, her tits bouncing as she did so. All eyes were on her. She called Janet, and in seconds Janet was back. She had a huge smile on her face when she saw all the men were completely bare-assed naked. “This should be so interesting” said Janet as she sat on the couch between two of the naked black men. Janet’s skirt was down to mid thigh and as she sat, it hiked up a little more. She didn’t bother to pull it down at all. Her bare legs below her skirt were touching the naked legs of the black men on either side. She giggled as she looked at each of their cocks. Then she realized she was getting wet, and got a little shy about it. After a bit, she let her hand casually rest on one of the men’s thighs. His cock started to rise. She giggled again, never having seen or done anything like this before, not with black men. She thought to herself that she felt like a whore and sort of liked it. Janet had had affairs before, which her husband, Larry, knew about. They were always with white men. Never black. She didn’t understand it, but Larry didn’t seem to object to it or be upset by it, but he didn’t encourage her either. Larry knew Janet was very promiscuous as a teenager, so maybe that was it. She was a real slut back then. Janet casually dropped her other hand to the thigh of Spike on the other side. He quickly put his hand on her upper thigh and pushed up her skirt almost all the way up to her panties. Janet let it rest there. Not moving. A little afraid to make anything more happen. But both men’s cocks had gotten hard. That pleased Janet, and it confirmed she still had it after two kids, a boy and a girl, after over 12 years of marriage. She had worked hard at keeping her body in shape. Janet knew, based on her open discussions with Claire, that she was almost the exact opposite of Claire. Claire was a virgin until her marriage to Ricky, and until now, had never experienced any other man. Wow, she thought, how things have changed! After about 5 or so minutes, the door swung open. Ricky stood there, in total shock. His eyes glued on his naked wife sitting on the naked lap of a black man, and the man’s cock was hard to boot. His face went beet red. Stammering and stuttering, he couldn’t get a single word out, at first. End of Part 2
  4. LeicesterBull75

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