#1 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:12
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Washington, the luckiest
African American in the Mississippi Delta. Three months ago I was the sole
winner of the largest lottery in state history. Prior to that moment in time
I worked on the night shift at Panhandle Machinery. It was a small
manufacturing plant of about sixty employees; of which all but nine were good
old white redneck complete assholes. The racial discrimination was complete
and absolute. All the truly miserable, inhuman and completely degrading jobs
were assigned to us nine blacks. The white boy rednecks delighted in
humiliating us black brothers at every junction.
Since the unemployment rate in our rural county was in excess of forty percent
there was literally no place to go; quitting and going on the generous
Mississippi unemployment dole of $60.00 for the next thirteen weeks was really
However once I received the first carbonsmudgeck of the lottery, I walked into the
owner's dingy office and fifteen minutes later the plant was now mine. The
tired rich old white bastard was gleeful as he exited my plant; a plant owned
by an uppity black bastard.
During the next several months I was able to secure nearly five million
dollars in federal and state contracts; contracts awarded basically on race.
As the profits rolled into the plant I set my plan in motion. I gave the
white boys a simple proposition; if they wanted to remain at my plant they
would accept a twenty percent pay cut and the savings would be redistributed
to my eight black brothers. Although there was a tremendous amount of
grumbling I knew they had no options.
The second part of my realignment plan involved the seduction and ultimate
subjugation of the pretty white wives of the mostly young factory staff. By
seducing the innocent and helpless wives, I would gain complete domination
over the white overlords who ruled my life for the last twenty six years.
#2 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:13
While the husbands were toiling in the unbearable Mississippi heat, I started
my home visits to the domiciles of my faithful white boy employees. The first
three homes (mobile homes) were almost embarrassingly easy. The conquest of
white cunt consisted of simply informing the sobbing young white bitcarbonsmudges that
unless they stripped and sucked my nine inch black cock their husbands would
be getting their final pay carbonsmudgeck this next Friday. As they begged for their
husband's pitiful livelihood, I gently placed my hands around their head and
pulled their frightened faces towards my hard black cock. After they sucked
my black seed down their sweet throats I gave them the scarbonsmudgedule of my next
visit. I told them that I would be calling them where they were to meet me
and also the appropriate attire. They were also grilled about the birth
control method they were on and since most could only afford condoms I mocked
them that if they satisfied my needs I would use a rubber; if they displeased
me I would fuck the little bitcarbonsmudges bareback and they could take their chances
with my potent black seed.
The master plan of course consisted of impregnating the most desirable of my
white boy wives and thus cruelly mock their husbands when their wives produced
a bouncing black baby. Using this method it would be only months before I
obtained total domination of the dirt poor back water shithole we all called
Now that I have outlined the master plan, I will tell you of the fourth visit,
I made that hot July afternoon.
Karen Saunders was the most desirable beauty in the entire county. She was
only eighteen but had an inner sexual aura that oozed from her every action.
Her natural long blonde hair careened over her petite shoulders. Her breasts
were small, but firm and topped with rock hard pencil sized nipples and
quarter sized pink aerola. Her long legs were perfectly tanned and her tight
stomach reacarbonsmudged down to her lightly covered tight pussy. To entice her hard
working husband she had trimmed the soft down to a very a small V pointing
to the tight and desirable treasure.
Her husband, David, worked all the over time he could in order to provide his
beauty with all the small things that he could. However, the long hours and
back breaking work caused the young husband to be near exhaustion when he
arrived home. For the last several years his ability to sexually satisfy his
beautiful wife was constantly in question. Once he lost confidence in his
ability to obtain erection of his average size cock, the failures multiplied.
With his exhaustion, and the ongoing problem of impotence he shied away when
his desirable wife initiated sexual coupling.
#3 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:14
I arrived at David & Karen's rusting mobile home at about four in the
afternoon. The mobile home was in the middle of the trailer park and my new
white Lincoln townhouse made a sharp contrast to the drab and decaying
surroundings. As I walked to the door I noticed that the shades of the
adjoining windows were taking in every step. Under normal circumstances a
black man would not be allowed to call upon a young white married housewife.
I smiled as I tapped on the mobile home door; these of course were not normal
times. A man with money commands respect, and I was the man with the most
money in this town, where time forgot.
The good and proper Mrs. Karen Saunders appeared at the door wearing a white
tank top, without benefit of bra and cutoff jeans which defined her long
tanned legs. She became startled as she looked down at me standing at her
door. Quickly looking around her eyes returned to me and she quietly asked;
Mr. Washington, what brings you to this neighborhood?
Hello Karen. May I come in? I quickly answered. I could sense that the
beautiful wife standing before me was searching her mind trying to come up
with an excuse to not let me enter. There are some problems at the plant and
I think it would be best if we spoke inside, I calmly stated, looking around
the drab mobile home park.
As Karen looked at her neighbors, she decided it would be best if I entered
her home; the home that she shared with her outwardly desirable husband of
three years. She and Rob had married when she was fifteen and he had taken
her precious carbonsmudgerry.
Nervously she stepped aside as I leisurely sauntered into the clean but sparse
mobile home. The under powered air conditioner struggled but could not keep
up with the late afternoon heat.
I walked over to the sofa and sat down. I'm thirsty, bring me a lemonade
over ice, I commanded.
Somewhat shocked by the cavalier attitude I took, Karen nervously looked
around and finally went to the small kitcarbonsmudgen and made my lemonade. As she
meekly approacarbonsmudged I patted the seat next to me on the sofa. Please join me.
I have something that I need to tell you about the plant.
Very hesitantly she slid beside me after handing my lemonade. She kept her
long legs tightly together and looked deeply into my eyes without saying
I'm afraid that the plant will have to lay off nearly fifteen workers. I need
to increase the profitability of the plant and discovered that the remaining
workers could accomplish the same work if they are motivated a little. I
can't think of a better way to motivate them than cut a fourth of the
freeloaders, I quietly stated. As I looked into the pretty blonde's blue
eyes, I could see the apprehension spread over worried face.
Finally she looked up and asked the obvious question, What will happen to
David? Her voice was shaking and her red coated lips trembled.
Well... I'm afraid... I start to say, secretly smiling again when I see
her face turn to horror.
But, we just got a another car and we have many bills that we are behind on,
she says, tears starting to fill her eyes, she quickly looks away trying to
hide her tears, David said that everything at work was going great and...
Well,... I start, my hand taking her trembling hand, I gently caress it,
you know that he doesn't have to be laid off.
Grasping at my latest opening she desperately looks into my dark and
forbidding eyes and mutters, He doesn't have to... Rubbing the tears from
her eyes she looks back at me.
No, he doesn't have to. It is of course up to me. I decide who stays...
and who goes. I state, feeling my long black cock start to harden.
You do ? she questions.
Yes, you see I have already been to see some of the other wives. And
well... lets just say they cooperated. And their husband's will not be laid
off. I stopped by and was wondering if you wanted to help your husband retain
his job ?
Pleadingly, the beautiful white wife looks into my face. Well, yes of
course, I want to help my husband.
A lewd smile crept over my face as I pulled her beautiful hand down to my
crotch. My black dick hardened as the delicate fingers grasped and then
abruptly pulled away.
Oh no; I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband, begs the beautiful Karen.
Before you say no, I would suggest that you think of your husbands and your
future. How long could you survive without your husband's job ? I mocked.
As I asked the question, I let my right hand fall to the delightful knee and
gently slide my large black hand up the tender and tanned flesh of Karen's
No, please... she whimpers.
#4 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:15
OK, fine... your husband can look for a new job. Ohhh yes, and he can
forget about using me as a reference. In fact, he will have a hard time
getting another job. I'll make sure of that.
Karen starts to sob as I get up and turn to leave.
Wai... please wait... she whimpers.
I turn back, facing her, looking down at her on the couch. Yes ?? I ask.
Please don't make me do this... please, oh god please, she sobs.
I turn to leave. You're wasting my time bitch; I'll find another white bitch
wife. I mock as I turn to leave.
No please... I ?? she says hesitating. lowering her head, whimpering OK.
I smile, stepping back, facing the beautiful vision. I put my hands on my
hips, waiting. She hesitates. Come on Bitch!! I don't have all day! I
yell down at her.
She slides up to the edge of the couch. Her trembling hands slowly reach up.
Her fingers grab the zipper of the slacks of my Italian silk suit. I look up,
a big leering smiles on my face, as I look around this pitiful broken down
mobile home. I smile wider when I hear and feel my zipper being pulled down.
I feel her small hand sliding into my slacks. Her fingers wrapping around my
thick black cock, hearing her gasp. She struggles to pull my cock through. I
wait patiently, she finally pulls my thick black cock out. I look down and
smile, as I see her eyes wider than ever, her mouth handing open, asking I
guess you have never seen a black cock before? She slowly nods her head.
I smile, Come on bitch, wrap those red lips around my black cock.
Karen cautiously takes my cock into her wet and warm oral cavity. She licks
the large purple head like a lollipop. During her three years of marriage she
has not been exposed to anything but the traditional missionary style of
intercourse; and very sparingly the last six months. She feels a sticky dew
forming in the crotch of her tight cut off jeans. As she becomes comfortable
with the thick purple head she struggles but eventually gathers in another
three incarbonsmudges of my thick black cock. As she struggles to suck in the rock
hard cudgel, I mock the meek white housewife. I guess with your precious
David you don't have such a hard time getting his puny cock in your mouth?
Her distraught mind reels; thinking about the limp and useless cock of her
husband. The long, thick hard black cock is causing her nipples to rub
themselves raw against the course tank top. Her white panties are soaked with
her woman dew as she struggles to suck in even more of the pleasure producing
cock. She cannot fathom the hardness or the size. Her husband's less than
ample manhood is all that the near virginal bride has ever experienced and at
this point in her life leaves much to desire.
As my cock hardens, I start to thrust my hips, grinding my black cock against
the back of Karen's throat. As she starts to gag I feel my nut sack gather
their precious discharge. I quickly grab Karen's hands as she struggles with
the huge log wedged in her tightly constricting throat. One final quick
thrust brings on my explosion of black seed into the wet and tight throat of
the precious Mrs. David Saunders. Karen sucks my precious fluid until I let
her hands go and she drops to the worn carpet. As her lips disengage from my
black cock the sticky discharge drags a line of sperm from my purple head to
her chin. Her eyes close and she tries to blot out her distasteful
I step forward and work out the remaining sperm from my now dwindling manhood.
It drops to her long tanned legs and her eyes spring open as she feels the
warm sticky discharge coat her beautiful legs.
What birth control do you use? I question.
Startled, Karen looks up and meekly answers, The only thing we can afford is
I straddle the prone housewife and kneewalk until my wet and dripping cock is
resting on the still covered precious breasts. I let the still leaking cock
coat the tank top bringing the nipples to their second erection of the
afternoon. As she stares apprehensively into my dark eyes I shock the young
housewife again, You displeased me by your hesitation. I will call you later
this week. Since you are such a cock hungry bitch your stud fee will be fifty
Karen, started to protest, but then let her comment evaporate. She knew that
she had no options open with her husband's black boss straddling her aroused
and cum soaked body.
If you please me I will use a rubber. If you choose to disobey me again our
next meeting will leave you with your pussy full of black seed, I sneered.
Rising, I zipped my pants and slowly walked to the door. When I reacarbonsmudged the
fragile door, I turned to get one more peek at the prone beauty breathing
heavily on her elbows. Her face, with my black spunk dripping off her chin
was full of anxiety... and of arousal.
Yes, I thought... Mrs. David Saunders will make a very nice plaything for my
many planned adventures.
#5 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:16
As I exited the faded trailer I smiled as I felt the many eyes scoping my
every move. As I drove out the park I knew that David would be the recipient
of many questions this hot summer night.
Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next several days after oral
satisfying her husband's dominant black boss. The beauty had only on the
rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her oral charms. Her husband,
David, was having a hard time at the run down manufacturing plant. His black
boss had passed out the word that his black foreman was to give David all the
dirtiest and most unpleasant jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction
to a tee. The more exhausted and stressed out that David was had a direct
impact on his ability (and desire) to make love to his stunning beautiful
It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his phone call. Michael knew
that the longer he delayed the phone call the more that the precious and
desirable Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge. Michael enjoyed the conquest
as much as he enjoyed the depraved sexual pleasures that were at the end of
the conquest train.
When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitcarbonsmudged screech, Karen looked
apprehensively at the solid black device. Putting her delicate fingers around
the headset , lifting it, she softly answered, Hello.
Michael let her wait several long moments before he spoke his first words. By
the time that he uttered the trembling wife his first order, Karen Saunders
was completely distraught. Mrs. Saunders ?
Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering, finally answered the deep
black voice on the other end of the phone line, Yes, Mr. Washington.
I told you to not allow your husband access to your body this week. Have you
obeyed me ? came the arrogant response.
I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr. Washington. He wanted to on
several occasions but I told him that I had a headacarbonsmudge, answered the
I want you to come to my office at the plant. But first... I want to tell
you what I expect you to wear. I would suggest that you don't disappoint me
my dear, continued the arrogant black fuck master.
The black waited a short time before continuing; allowing the trembling
housewife to absorb his instructions. From now on I expect my little
plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer than six incarbonsmudges about
your knee. You are not allowed to wear a bra from this point on; especially
since your little titties don't need support anyway, he mocked.
When you come, you best bring your husband's condoms. Once you get here if
you look presentable enough I may let you put one on my black cock before I
fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders... don't forget to bring your
black stud fee, he smirked.
Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the humiliating orders.
After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen slid down the kitcarbonsmudgen
counter and sit on the spotless kitcarbonsmudgen floor. Her heart was pumping and
there was a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body. The pencil
sized nipples on her small but perfect breasts were jutting against the white
cotton blouse. Her hand slowly dropped to the tight cutoffs and stroked the
puffy outer pussy lips. They were already blood engorged before her hand made
the journey and she felt her woman dew coat her pretty white panties.
After a few moments she came to her senses; looked around the small kitcarbonsmudgen in
her mobile home and hurriedly made her way to her and her husband's small
bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse off and wiggled out of the tight
cutoffs. Once they dropped to the floor, she pulled the damp white panties
off and pulled her best black lace panties from her bureau drawer. She pulled
her thin black garter and black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat on the
bed before pulling the soft garments up her long and tanned legs. Pulling the
closet doors open she selected a short dark blue skirt with matching vest. A
shirt should have been worn under the sleeveless vests but Karen decided to
forgo the blouse. As she started to leave the bedroom she remembered one more
needed item. Turning she opened the door to the night stand and removed three
of her husband's condoms. With the needed protection in her small hands she
scampered to the door of the overheated trailer.
#6 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:17
Once she reacarbonsmudged her ten year old dilapidated car she sped the nine miles to
the dingy rundown plant. When she turned into the fence protecting the sixty
year old plant her mind raced to one item that escaped her heretofore
distraught mind. What if she ran into her husband. How would she explain
her slut like appearance ?
Quickly looking around she nearly ran to the stairs leading to the office. As
she burst into the outer office she felt a surge of relief overtake her
frightened mind. As she shut the door behind her she looked directly at
Michael Washington's secretary; a tall and stunning black girl with a faint
sneer on her face.
Karen meekly stated, I have an appointment with Mr. Washington.
May I tell him who you are ? asked the black girl, sizing up the distraught
My name is Mrs. Karen Saunders, the young housewife timidly stated.
When his secretary told him that his latest plaything was waiting, he
arrogantly told his secretary to have her wait. He realized that there were
no chairs in the outer office and it amused him that the housewife would be
that much more distressed, when after twenty minutes, he allowed her to enter
his inner sanctum.
As Mrs. Karen Saunders meekly entered the luxurious office, she walked to the
front of his massive desk. Fidgeting, she looked at the dominant black lover
that less than a week ago she had sucked to climax.
Well, what do you wish Mrs. Saunders, asked the large black boss.
Karen looked down bewildered at the question. In her mind she was here
because the black bastard leisurely sitting in his large chair wanted to stick
his large, thick black pole up her tender pussy. She was here because unless
she willingly submitted to his lewd demands her husband would lose his job.
And she was here because, because her pussy was secreting a torrent of sticky
woman creme in her black lace panties and her rock hard nipples were thrusting
against the abrasive hard cloth of her dark blue vest. She was here because,
because she wanted this black bastard to ram his nine inch steel hard black
cock up her dripping cunt. And finally; because her white boy husband had
never aroused her like this black asshole, who was making her beg for him to
I don't know what you want me to say, the petite housewife finally answered
Amused, Michael Washington, the black fuck master, looked into the frightened
housewife standing before him and gave her the answer. The reason you are
here Mrs. Saunders is to get your fix of black cock. Whenever you are asked
this question again your proper response is that you are here for your black
stud service. Do you understand?
Frightened; unsteady on her black patent high heels; and with a deep and never
ending throbbing of her blood engorged pussy lips she softly stated, I'm here
to get my black cock fix.
Have you brought my fee ? questioned Michael Washington.
Humiliated further, Karen reacarbonsmudged into her small purse and produced five ten
dollar bills. It represented nearly twenty per cent of her husband's take
home pay. As she pulled the bills out of the purse the three rubbers fell to
the floor. She stooped and picked up the lubricated condoms and stood with
them in her delicate hands.
As the black fuck master looked at his latest conquest, he mockingly asked the
trembling white housewife, Do you want me to use your husband's rubbers when
I fuck you ?
Yes, please. I don't want to become pregnant... answered the nervous young
The black boss gracefully pulled himself up and walked around the desk, where
he looked down at the shy and misfortune young housewife. He took her chin in
his large hand and guided her lips to meet his. He let his long thick tongue
caress her red painted thin lips and finally probed the outer defenses. After
a few tries the young wife submitted and allowed his tongue to enter her warm
and wet oral cavity. His tongue forcefully explored her small mouth and she
felt her own tongue duel with the thick intruder.
#7 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:18
As his tongue sought out it's own conquest, he maneuvered his left hand to the
blue vest covered breast. He massaged the sensitive hard orbs and finally
started unbuttoning the top buttons. The action startled the housewife and
she tried to step back. It was at this point that Karen fully comprehended
where she was; and why she was here.
The buttons continued to be manipulated apart and Karen felt the large warm
hand encompass her small firm breast. As Michael massaged the pretty breast
meat, he rubed the front of his pants against the tight stomach of the
increasingly aroused housewife.
Karen grasped as she felt the hard black cock rub against her throbbing small
hood of pleasure. The caress brings the swollen pussy lips to full arousal
and the young tender housewife wraps her arms around the broad shoulders of
her tormentor. Michael now has accomplished the debuttoning of the vest and
slips the offending garment from her delicate shoulders and allows the vest to
fall to the floor. The movement brings into full view the small but perfect
As the dominant black looks down at the magnificent sight, he feels a surge of
blood harden his thick black cock. Just as he squeezes the tender morsel
sticking out from the perfect cylinder of flesh, he hears a knock at the
office door. A smile creeping over his face he orders, Enter.
The utterance stuns the aroused white housewife. Astonished she looks up into
the smirking face of the black who was boldly fondling her tender breasts.
Karen steps back and attempts to cover her breasts as the door swings open and
a white co worker of her husband enters the room and is totally taken back at
the sight of the cowering white housewife attempting to cover her bare carbonsmudgest.
Stunned he stands with his mouth open and only then does he see the huge bulge
in Michael Washington's tight Italian slacks. As he looks into Karen's
humiliated eyes he feels a surge of manhood fill his work pants. He then
quickly turns, mumbles his apologies and scurries to the door.
The black reacarbonsmudges out and pulls the stunned housewife against his muscular
shoulders by her long flowing blonde hair. You won't need your skirt. Take
it off, he sternly orders.
Confused by the last few moments Karen quickly unclasps the side hook and
lowers the zipper. As the skirt falls to the floor the Black Master is
presented with a striking portrait of the beautiful housewife's long legs
encased in shimmering black thigh high hose. He reacarbonsmudges down and gently
strokes the tightly muscled stomach of the beautiful girl. His slow circular
stroking continues until it reacarbonsmudges the top of the black lace panties. While
he is stroking the taut stomach, he looks into the closed eyes of the
sensuously swaying housewife. Her tongue licks her red covered lips and a
quiet sob escapes her lips.
Do you want my black cock Mrs. Saunders ? Michael asks.
In a trance, a sexual trance that she has never before experienced, the young
housewife submissively mutters, Yes... Yes I want your black cock.
The black boss understands that the continuing conquest of the beauty is his
sexual need. The need to totally break the fragile white wives of his broken
workers. After they fall under his total and complete sexual domination, he
will destroy the husbands' sense of self worth.
Remove my shirt; then my pants. I want you to stroke my cock with those
delicate fingers of yours, he orders.
Karen obediently obeys her master. She carefully removes his shirt and then
pulls the expensive dress pants from his muscular thighs. He, of course does
not wear underwear and the long hard thick black cock springs from its
constricted confines as the pants are pulled down his legs.
Michael guides the sexually intoxicated housewife to the large leather sofa
opposite his desk and she slides down in the soft cushions. Unbelieving, she
stares at the nine inch steel hard cock as Michael drops to his knees. He
places his fingers in the tight waist band of the black lace panties and
slowly; agonizingly slowly drags the covering cloth from Karen's leaking woman
channel. Karen begs him to hurry but Michael merely drags the black panties
down the long, long legs. Closing her eyes she prays that he will strip the
cloth from between her legs so that he can bury his hard black cock deep into
Michael looks into the wet and inviting chamber of love and lowers his head
and licks the outer pussy folds. The gentle scraping nearly brings Karen to a
full and complete climaxes as she raises her hips to engage the pleasure
giving tongue. Please suck me... Oh my God!!!!!! she screams.
The more that Karen begs for his tongue; for his cock the more that Michael
hesitates. Time is not of importance... Total Sexual Domination is of
importance. Michael Washington is firmly in control of the writhing housewife
begging for his cock below him.
Does the prim and proper little wife want a little black cock? mocks the
OH God; I'm begging you. Please I can't wait... Please have mercy!!!!
wails the aroused housewife.
Michael wraps his hand around the black cock and knee walks the several steps
towards the out stretcarbonsmudged legs of his latest conquest. Once the pleasure of
the tongue stops, Karen opens her eyes and is awestruck with the huge black
cock inching it's way towards her sopping pussy channel. She rapidly scoots
her ass towards the massive black weapon leveraging his body on the heels of
her feet to gain greater leverage.
As the tip of the black cock toucarbonsmudges the tight but lubricated pussy lips Karen
nearly passes out. She can feel the intense heat of the purple tip of the
hard black cock and is startled as Michael allows the tip to insert itself
into the channel opening. Karen moans as the tip is thrust against the
The white housewife is becoming startled that maybe the huge pole will not fit
in her seldom stretcarbonsmudged sex. The consumed girl is pushing herself against the
unmoving mass of her black lover.
Do you want me to stop and put on one of your husband's rubbers ? he asks; a
smug smile stretching across his face.
NO... You can't leave me... Please enter me; Please OH GOD fuck meeeeee...
Karen screams. The begging can be heard by Michael's secretary in the outer
office. It is a sound that she hears almost daily since Michael Washington
has taken over the company. A different day... A different white wife.
Inch by agonizing inch Michael inserts his cock into the tight wet cunt. When
he reacarbonsmudges four incarbonsmudges he stops the insertion and looking into Karen's
tormented and pleasure wracked face mocks the housewife. This is as long as
your husband's cock. It's all that I'm going to give you today...
Karen desperately thrusts against the massive black body. She grabs at his
shoulders and wraps her long legs around the back of his thighs doing
everything she can to force more of his black cock into her love chamber.
However try as she does the black does not allow another precious inch of
black manhood to be imbedded into the now stretcarbonsmudged womanhood.
Clench your pussy... I want you to suck my black cum out by massaging my
black cock with your pussy muscles. Please me and I will flood your
chamber... Disappoint me and I'll strap your white ass with my belt.
commands the black boss.
Karen willingly complies with the order. She craves for her release. The
black monster fucking her is bringing her to a total arousal; to a total
climax that she has never experienced from her inept white husband.
Reach down with those dainty hands of yours. Milk my cock you little whore,
continues the humiliating orders from Karen's black tormentor.
Karen desperately reacarbonsmudges for the hard black cock and eagerly milks the man
weapon as her pussy contracts against the hard organ. Frantically she
masturbates herself with Michael's black cock and is astounded that there is a
full five incarbonsmudges not yet inserted into her full and stretcarbonsmudged woman hole.
Michael continues his mocking; Do you want my black seed you little tramp ?
Mrs. Karen Saunders has left reality. All she can comprehend is that her
climax is seconds away as she strokes; clincarbonsmudges and begs that Michael fuck
her. Michael finally succumbs to the pleasure that the frantic housewife is
producing and feels his nut sack explode its life producing fluid into the
clenching pussy. Michael's climax ignites the screaming housewife's own
delayed release and Michael lets the screaming woman continue to thrust
against his still hard cock. He rests on his hauncarbonsmudges while Karen continues
her inhuman writhing. Her thrusting continues for nearly ten minutes as she
reacarbonsmudges orgasm after orgasm. Michael never allows the young beauty access to
his five incarbonsmudges that he held in reserve for their next meeting.
#8 Posted: 18 Aug 2004 00:19
At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls against the back of the
sofa in total exhaustion. Her sweat coated body continues to throb as her
heart muscle finally catcarbonsmudges up with her total sexual climax.
After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary eyes and looks down her
tight body. Her hard nipples had finally returned to their normal softness.
She raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined pussy hair matted with the
black's man cum. The abundant black sperm was dripping from her still quaking
pussy lips and falling to the carpet. Her eyes focus on Michael as he caught
the dripping sperm between his fingers and brings the fingers to her lips,
where he coated them with the salty tasting sticky covering. Her tongue
snakes out and she tastes the discharge. He then coats her body with the
drippings and she did not resist.
Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order, Clean me.
Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from the couch and brought her
searching tongue to the now semi hard black cock. The cock was still dripping
and Karen carefully captured each drop as she bathed it with her tongue and
lips. After cleaning the black cock, she searcarbonsmudged for the huge nut sack which
she expertly sucked into her wet mouth; cleaning her black master thoroughly.
Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he sits down and watcarbonsmudges the
pretty housewife put on her wrinkled and soaked clothing. He does not speak
and the housewife shot back to reality meekly dresses. Humbly she walked
towards the door and fatigued makes her way down the long stairs to the
parking lot below. She reacarbonsmudges her car as the plant was discharging it's
tired group of employees. When David comes out he is surprised to find his
pretty wife by the office door. Waving he scurries over to where she is
Reaching her at the same time that Michael Washington exited the office door
the three stared at each other. David was perplexed why his wife would be at
the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground as she felt Michael's sperm
exit her pussy hole and drop down the inside of her thighs.
Michael was the first to speak... Here are your husband's rubbers Mrs.
Saunders, as he handed the Trojan lubricated rubbers to Karen's outstretcarbonsmudged
He was amused at the startled looks of the husband and wife standing before
him. Meekly, Karen extended her hand and retrieved the unused condoms from
the huge black paw of her ravisher.
Before you leave Mrs. Saunders... I want you to give me your black panties.
I would like them for a souvenir of our little meeting this afternoon, mocked
the huge black master standing before the startled husband and wife.
A number of the other workers had converged on the small assemble and stood
around with a puzzled look on their faces not knowing what was transpiring.
Their startled faces became ashen as Mrs. Karen Saunders lifted her short
skirt and quickly lowered her black panties. Humiliated, her hands trembling
she extended her hand with the panties to the black plant owner. Michael did
not retrieve his prize immediately but let the beautiful housewife continue to
offer her panties in front of the assembled plant workers.
At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the panties and brought the
soaked panties to his nose and inhaled the sweet mixture of black sperm and
white pussy juice.
Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting statement, I'll call you
when I want you again Mrs. Saunders. He then opened the door and disappeared
leaving the couple and assembled entronage staring at each other.
David felt completely drained as he stood before his fellow co-workers after
seeing his beautiful wife willingly give her panties to his domineering black
boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was just starting.
#9 Posted: 17 Sep 2004 12:06
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS STORY, WHAT I WOULD'T GIVE TO BE DAVID. I'D LOVE TO HERE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
#10 Posted: 10 Apr 2006 20:23
There is more to this story. She is visited at home by the Boss and finally is used to service some Japanese clients of the business. I had the complete story at one time but lost it in a computer crash.
Anyone out there have the whole story? I would love to recover it.
#11 Posted: 22 Jul 2006 18:27 · Edited by: Don Jetman
Here you go, mikeltee. I have many, many more Arc Light stories, all on the same theme. They've been classics for years.
The Black Boss -- Chapter
3 Black Impregnation
By ARC LIGHT
David Saunders took his beautiful wife Karen home after the humiliating
scene at the factory office. The next day was Friday he did not have the
courage to face either his white co-workers or the sneering Black foreman. Each
of the two groups now knew that his beautiful wife had stumbled from the
factory office covered in the Black owner's cum. David could not stand the
smirks and put downs from his fellow white workers. Unbeknownst to him, his
white fellow workers lived in constant fear that they too, were afraid that
their wives would be the next to catch Michael Washington's eye. For when that
happened they had turned up on their knees before the Black owner.
The Black foremen's taunts were of course the hardest for David to
accept. They were of course the most cruel; mocking that he must not be much
of a man when a Black could use his wife as his favorite toy; when the Black
owner could be openly using her for his carnal pleasure.
After he got Karen home from the debacle on Thursday night David had
drunk himself into oblivion. When he was sober enough to speak he threatened
his precious loving wife and even on one occasion slapped her across the face.
During his tirades he threatened to kill Michael Washington if he ever laid
another hand on what he called his "tramp of a wife."
On Sunday after noon I arrived at the trailer park. As I drove my shiny
new Lincoln up the drive and pulled next to the Saunders mobile home I could
feel every eye as I marched up to the door and without knocking walked in. When
I walked in I quickly focused on the surprised and startled face of beautiful
Karen Saunders. Swinging around I then spotted the alcohol soaked husband who
had total fright written all over his face. I calmly walked over to him and
standing face to face slapped him across his face cutting his lip.
"I hear that you are going to whip my ass for fucking your little tramp
with my long Black dick you fucking asshole," I stated.
The quick decisive action robbed the irate husband of his advantage. The
alcohol of the last three days had impaired his mind. He could not fathom the
audacity of the huge Black man standing in front of him. As the blood dripped
from his lip onto his sweat soaked t shirt he tried valiantly to make his
alcohol shrouded brain respond. When I back handed him a second time from the
other direction he let the bottle of Jim Beam fall to the floor, bringing his
hand to his face. Desperately he tried to focus his mind on the last thirty
seconds of his life.
"I came over here to fuck your wife again. Is there anything you want to
do about it?" I questioned the stunned husband.
Grimacing, David Saunders, meekly asked, "I want you to leave. I want..."
Before he could continue I again slapped him across the face and this
time he brought both of his hands across his face trying to protect it. Another
slap brought a pitiful response, "Please don't hit me."
"I like your wife's soft and warm pussy. Do you know that she begged me
to fuck her last Thursday. Begged me to do what her husband is not man enough
to do; not man enough to satisfy his little tramp of a wife," I continued,
sneering at the humbled husband. Sensing his total surrender I continued my
verbal conquest of the cowering husband, "The first time I was with your wife
in this very mobile home she dropped to her knees and sucked my Black cock dry.
Does she suck your pitiful cock white boy?" I questioned.
David was trying to force his tormented mind to comprehend the brutal
questions that the arrogant Black male was subjecting him to. The more he
tried to regain control of his senses the more helpless he felt. His Black
boss had burst into his home; slapped him silly and was taunting him for not
being man enough to sexually satisfy his ravishing wife. His heretofore
faithful wife. The wife that was to bear his children. As he struggled to
clear his alcohol fogged mind he seen his Black tormentor turn and summon Karen
to his side. He let his hands fall to his side as she approached.
The stunningly beautiful blonde wife hesitantly walked the few steps and
stood next to me. She was trembling and her eyes were full of uncertainty. She
was wearing David's white dress shirt and the top three buttons were undone. I
could tell that she wore no bra as her hard nipples poked against the scratchy
cloth. Although the shirt had long tails I could tell the only other clothing
that she was wearing was a pair of red sating panties. The panties were
tightly pulled against her sex and her trembling increased with each second..
"Did you enjoy last Thursday when I fucked you in my office?" I asked.
The question bore into her and she meekly looked at me; and then at her
slouching husband. Looking into his blood shot eyes she then returned to my
dark and forbidding eyes. "Yes," she meekly answered.
Turning to her beaten husband, I again mocked his manhood. "Do you let
your wife fuck anybody; or just Black men?"
Trying to come up with an answer he merely stuttered, "I, uh......"
Looking into his defeated eyes I gave my next order, "Drop your pants. I
want to see what your wife is giving up when I decide to fuck her."
I could see the battered husband start to resist......... The next slap
broke open his lip in another place. "Drop your pants wimp. Do it NOW!" I
The slap drained his will to resist. He meekly unbuckled his belt;
unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. Meekly, he
looked into my eyes and sensing that I was not going to show him mercy he
pulled the jeans over his hips letting them fall to his ankles.
Looking down at his pitiful specimen of manhood I started laughing. The
more I laughed the more he felt humbled. He dropped his head and stared at the
Turning towards Karen I mocked her cowering husband. "No wonder you were
ready for a real man." I then unbuttoned each of the remaining buttons while
Karen absently stared at her husband's under endowed manhood. Once the buttons
were free I slid my hands between the open shirt and roughly caressed the hard
nipples of my new fuck mate. I squeezed the nipples between my finger and
thumb and smiled as Karen winced at the pleasure/pain. I let my fingers drop
to the waist band of her bright red panties and inserted my searching finger. I
heard the white wife gasp as my finger made small circular motions under the
waist band of her red panties.
I could see that David was intently looking at my manipulations of his
blonde wife. His small manhood was trying to assert itself.......
After several minutes I could tell my gentle stroking was heating the
tight body of Mrs. David Saunders. Her eyes closed; her tongue probed her lips
and she gently rubbed herself against my hand.
Softly, I asked, "Can your husband satisfy your needs?"
Her eyes remaining closed she quietly answered, "No.... He can't even
remain hard anymore."
"How large is he?" I asked.
Her tongue dueled with her lips and she softly moaned, "He is not as
large as you. He cannot fill me as you have........ He cannot bring me to
orgasm...... Oh God, it's time. Don't tease me anymore. I need you!!"
As his wife moaned David's insignificant white boy cock strained to reach
it's full stature of 4 inches. I looked down and seen the minuscule organ
twitch as his wife begged for my Black cock.
Turning to the husband I ridiculed him even more. "Take my pants down
white boy. It's time for your wife to see a real cock. A Black Cock that she
will beg for."
The blood had dried on his lips as he sank to his knees in front of the
Black man seducing his wife in their home. Carefully he unbuckled the belt and
gently lowered my pants pulling them off my feet. I could see his blood shoot
eyes open wide when my huge Black cock sprang free of the pants. Since I never
wear any underwear my Black cock shot free and hit the astonished white boy
husband in the face. A dash of pre cum smeared his right cheek. From his
subservient position on his knees he looked up as I continued to stroke his
pretty wife's now sopping pussy hole under her red panties.
"Take your wife's panties off. I think she is about ready to pull my
Black cock deep into her pussy. Does she look ready to you wimp?" I
David, kneeling, was speechless as he watched his wife undulate against
my fingers; trying to embed them deeper into her deep wet passage.
When David hesitated Karen urgently pleaded with her husband to remove
her panties. "David, please take my panties down. I need Michael's Black cock
in me," she begged. When he again hesitated she grabbed his ears and pulled
him forward. Desperately she begged her husband. "Please........... Please
take my panties down. I need a man."
Karen's painful grip on David's ears forced him to awkwardly scoot
forward so that he could grasp the soaking panties and slide them down his
wife's long beautiful legs. He inhaled the sexually charged fragrance as the
panties were lowered over the Black fingers that were now lodged in the tight
wet hole of his wife. As she lifted her legs she slid down and stretched her
long legs in order to give me, her Black lover even greater access to her blood
engorged and throbbing pussy lips. She was now thrusting against my pleasure
producing digits and moaned deeply, "Oh my God, Please Fuck MEEEEEE!!!"
Looking down at the cowering husband I could see that he was looking at
my large uncircumcised Black cock in horror. I was sure that he could not
comprehend how my large cock could fit into his wife's tight chamber of love.
"Massage my nut sack asshole," I ordered. As he grasped my large egg sized
testicles I mocked him further, "I think I am going to unload my spunk into
your tramp wife. How about it white boy; Don't you want a little Black
bastard growing in your wife's womb?"
Looking up at me he begged, "Please use a rubber. Please," he whimpered.
"If you want me to use a rubber go get one of yours," I ordered. He
started to pull up his pants but I quickly corrected him, "You want me to use a
rubber shuffle back to your bedroom and get it white boy." As I laughed at the
spectacle of the white husband shuffling to the back bedroom I continued to
stroke the beautiful wife to a within a single thrust of her release before
withdrawing my fingers making her writhe even more. Karen's tormented mind was
near disintegration as she craved her release; her release that never came. As
her tormented body relaxed I reinserted my fingers and commenced the gentle
stroking hoping to keep her at a fever pitch. The strategy worked to
perfection as the tight perfect body thrust against my hand.
After what seemed like an eternity to the distraught housewife her
husband finally shuffled back into the living room with his hand full of cheap
When he shuffled into the room I pulled his wife close to me and gave her
a passionate deep throat tongue kiss. Her tongue eagerly sought out my thick
tongue and dueled with it to bring me closer to hardness. Her hips ground into
my hard cock and standing on her tip toes tried to entice the hard Black cock
into her dripping love tunnel. As much as she tried she was too short. She
became outraged as her husband desperately attempted to slide the dry rubber
over the end of my hard Black cock. Competing with him to encase my cock she
finally reached down and slapped him along side the head causing a shooting
pain in his ear. As he backed off she kicked him; trying to force him away
from her and I so that she could get her pussy closer to my pleasure inducing
The beautiful Mrs. Karen Saunders was far more aroused that I so I played
with her tormented mind. "Go wait for me on your martial bed. I haven't
fucked you in your husband's bed yet. Get your ass back there and I may bury
my hard Black cock deep in your belly."
Although temporarily disappointed she begrudgingly scurried down the long
hall way looking over her shoulder and begging with her eyes for me to follow.
Her husband was squatted the floor in stunned silence.
Slowly, I started back to the waiting wife who was laying on her back,
her long legs widely spread. Looking over the erect nipples on her ample
breasts she held her pussy chamber apart; begging me with her eyes to hurriedly
bury my Black pole deep into her belly.
David, meekly sobbed, "The Rubber?"
Looking down at the defeated white boy husband, I continued my mocking,
"If your wife wants me to............ I may withdraw before I fill her womb
with Black seed."
Once I got to the martial bed of the Saunders, I knee walked between the
widely spread legs of the beautiful wife. Her eyes still begging me I let the
purple head of my hard Black cock gently insert itself between the petals of
pleasure. The desperate Mrs. Saunders scooted her ass downward and inserted
another inch of Black manhood into her hole. As her pussy stretched to
accommodate my hard Black cock she moaned and reached for my shoulders hoping
to pull me deeper into her thrusting hole. Her liquid was coating my cock and
I allowed another inch into her chamber; allowing the pretty wife a mercy
As I allowed another inch to wedge itself into the tight canal David
Saunders shuffled into the room and slid down the wall wedging himself
between the bed and the wall. He had a tight grip on his manhood and was
stroking himself in the same rhythm as my piston plunging into his wife.
As I slipped each inch into the writhing wife I allowed her to adjust to
the thick Black log forcing itself into her tight love channel. However as I
felt my needs bubble to the surface I pulled the tip out and in one brutal
hammering stroke buried myself into the warm and wet hole of Mrs. Karen
Saunders. Karen scream echoed throughout the trailer. Once my cock was buried
into her womb no mercy was shown. My constant pile driving cock was forcing
the eighteen year old bride to continually adjust to each new sensation.
"Do you want my seed; Do you want my Black bastard in your belly?" I
"Oh god yes...... Fuck me you Black bastard....... Fill me with your
fucking Black seed.... Fuck MEEEEEEEEE." she screamed.
Her poor husband, wedged between the bed and trailer wall merely pleaded;
"No Dear God..... Don't lose your seed. Don't Dear God........."
David's pleas went unanswered as I felt my nut sack tighten and then in a
explosion of lust flooded Karen's womb with potent Black seed. The spunk was
buried deep in her belly as explosion after explosion of seed filled her inner
chamber. I left my Black cock lodged into her tight hole for nearly ten
minutes and only after it started softening did I raise up and allow it to
slide out. Looking down at the contorted face of my white bride conquest I
stroked my Black cock emptying the last of the spunk on her belly. I then
leaned forward and rubbed the sticky discharge over her face. Her tongue
darted out and attempted to clean my fingers.
"Order David to clean me," I told the beautiful wife.
Sensing her dominance over her mentally broken husband she pulled herself
on her elbows and looking down at her stunned husband, gave him the command,
"Clean my lover with your tongue. Do it well and you can lick his seed out of
The order was simple. David pulled himself to the edge of the bed and
sticking his tongue out cleaned my semi rigid pole. When he finished he again
fell against the wall.
"Leave my seed in your wife," I mocked.
"Later this evening I am rewarding two of my foremen with your wife.
Until she becomes pregnant I don't want you sucking our Black seed from her.
She can take a shower; but I don't want her taking a bath. Your wife is
currently one of four that will be the first to be impregnated with Black
seed," I continued.
Karen was gently massaging her nipples as I spoke. She was calm and
serene after her intense orgasm.
David, his head throbbing from the now raging hang over was trying to
contemplate the latest revelations.
Still nude; I allowed him a preview of the next few weeks of the happy
white couple. "Next week, Karen will be accompanying me and three or four of
the Blacks at the plant, to my country cabin. You will not be allowed to have
sex with her before that time. We will breed her. After she returns I am sure
she will be carrying our Black child. You will be allowed to raise the child;
never knowing for sure who the father is."
"When she returns she will also be wearing a tattoo on her neck. It will
be a Black tattoo and will allow everyone to know that she is a whore for Black
pleasure. Her tattoo will signify that she is available to any Black who may
wish her company. Do you understand David?"
The humiliated husband could not speak but merely nodded his acceptance;
acceptance that his wife was no longer his.........
#12 Posted: 22 Jul 2006 18:29 · Edited by: Don Jetman
Black Boss -- Chapter 4
The Company Picnic
By Arc Light
During the next several weeks Mrs. Karen Saunders felt a twinge of fear
every time the phone rang. "Would it be Michael Washington," she always
Since her second Black Breeding session and her plant wide humiliation by
the vengeful Black Boss she had many anxieties. The first, naturally, was the
humiliation at the plant gate when she voluntarily surrendered her black lace
panties to the domineering Black Boss. To be forced to voluntarily take off
her panties and with her hand out stretched being made to wait until Michael
was ready to accept her gift. Karen could still see the total shock in her
husband David's face. Her poor husband was not aware of either her first or
What made her humiliation (and her husband's) was that David's co-workers
had witnessed her submission. During the last two weeks the young newlyweds
spoke very little to each other. There was little to say. How could Karen
explain her slutty behavior; without telling her husband that she did it to
save his job and dignity. Therefore the embarrassed and humbled young wife
simply kept to herself.
But even more unsettling for the young wife was........... remembering
those two eventful afternoons. She tried... but failed....... in forgetting
the pleasure of Michael's long hard Black cock. Every time she remembered
those two afternoons she felt a shiver travel throughout her tight desirable
body. Every time, Every Time, she thought of those two afternoons she felt
herself moisten between her lean tanned thighs. But each time these unwanted
emotions presented themselves she immediately tried to erase them from her
For my part, I, Michael Washington could not take my mind off the blonde
vision of beauty. There was nothing before or since I had taken, that
compared to her near virginal beauty. Her passion; her lust; her eagerness to
explore new horizons was beyond normal comprehension. I had wanted to call the
unsatiable blonde goddess the very next day........... but I realized that the
more time I entered into the equation the greater my advantage. And besides,
time was truly on my side. I could have the beautiful white wife at the mere
cost of a phone call. Her desperate financial condition guaranteed it.
The phone gave it's shrill warning to Mrs. Karen Saunders. It was nearly
six o'clock; time for her precious husband David to arrive after a weary day.
"Hello," she answered, her voice shaking.
"Mrs. Saunders, This is Michael," I softly spoke.
Her voice was even more unsteady as she replied, "Yes, Mr. Washington."
"Have you talked to Mrs. Smith in the last day or so Karen?" I asked.
"No," she quietly spoke.
"Mrs. Smith was of course the first white wife that I enjoyed. She is
nearly thirty eight years old but she works at keeping herself in very good
shape. Well, she called and told me that she is going to have my child......"
I let the last statement sink in to the now terrified wife.
"She told it was mine because she has not allowed her husband to have
intercourse with her since I allowed her to milk my cock. Have you missed your
period yet Mrs.. Saunders?" I continued.
Karen hesitated......... then softly answered, "I don't have my period
until the first of the month...." her voice fading.
"Well, maybe we need to get together before then. I think you need
another injection of my Black syrup? Don't you Karen?" I questioned.
There was no answer on the other end of the phone line.
And then........... total anxiety. "Mr. Washington, my husband Dave just
drove up. Can I call you back..... Please," she answered.
"No, Mrs. Saunders. I want to discuss this situation with you NOW. If
you want you can put David on the other line. I am sure that he would be very
interested in our close relationship," I continued. I realized this statement
would put the young beauty totally off guard.
"No..I can't put my husband on the line. I haven't told him about the
afternoons that we shared. He would not understand.... Please, can't I call
you back," begged the blonde housewife.
I let the blonde goddess wait....... I heard the kitchen door open and
her husband call out her name. I heard the beautiful young housewife tell her
husband that she was on the phone. I hesitated some more....
"I liked the way your tight little pussy gripped my cock. When I came
your little pussy seemed to squeeze my spunk out into your warm little hole. Do
you remember when I took you on my desk two weeks ago Mrs. Saunders?" I sternly
Karen was silent. I could contemplate that she was standing in her
kitchen with her doting husband very near. I wondered what he was thinking?
"I am meeting two gentlemen from Japan this evening at the Park Hotel.
They are very important to a deal I am working on. I want you to dress like a
lady and meet me at the hotel at 7:00 PM, in the dining room. Do you have a
cocktail dress Karen?" I asked.
Again.... there was silence..... and then a soft reply. "I cannot afford
a cocktail dress.... Please don't ask me to meet you tonight. This is the
first night that David will be home this week. He will be very suspicious if I
leave for the evening.." she very softly spoke into the receiver.
"Mrs. Saunders...I don't care what your husband thinks. You are my
plaything........ and you are standing in your kitchen with your husband and
your pussy is already sloppy; isn't it Karen?" I sternly asked.
There was nearly a minute of silence, then a very quiet response,
"Yes...... it is."
"I will call the owner of 'The Boutique'. She will pick out an
appropriate dinner dress.... And of course the soft under things that the dress
"I don't know what I will tell my husband," Karen responded.
Laughing, I spoke the truth, " Tell David that his wife is going to meet
his boss and two Japanese gentlemen at the Park Hotel. Let his imagination
fill in the missing pieces. Mrs. Saunders, TONIGHT at 7:00 PM. Don't
Karen listened to the receiver as I hung up. She stood looking at the
receiver as her husband stared at her with a questioning look on his face.
"Honey, I have to go out. I will be back as soon as I can," Karen told
her puzzled husband. He did not ask any further questions. He did not want to
know the answer.
After fixing her husband a hurried supper Karen took a quick shower and
hurried out the trailer door. She felt her nipples harden and her thighs
became squishy as she slipped behind the wheel of her car. She sped along the
dusty streets to the women's store that was preparing her wardrobe for this
evening. Once she arrived at the upscale store she timidly knocked on the
A red haired lady of forty gently opened the door and allowed Mrs. Karen
Saunders to enter. The red haired proprietress inventoried the young blonde
housewife. A slight smile appeared on her heavily made up face and she
gestured for Karen to follow her to the back room. Karen meekly followed the
exquisitely dressed older woman.
"Mrs. Saunders, Mr. Washington has told me to gather appropriate attire
for your evening tonight. I trust that is satisfactory with you?" the older
Nervously, Karen replied that it was satisfactory.
The older lady had picked out a tasteful black dinner dress that ended
about three inches above Karen's dimpled knees. It was very elegant and Karen
fell in love with the dress. She had also picked out sheer black hose; thin
black garter belt; three inch black patent leather heels; and matching black
lace panties and bra. Karen was very pleased with the tasteful; but sexy
attire that the lady had secured for her "date" with Michael Washington and the
two Japanese businessmen.
Once she had dressed the lady suggested that she help with Karen's make
up which she applied with great finesse. As Karen admired her body in the full
length mirror she wondered how her cruel tormentor would view her evening
attire. As she walked towards the door the saleslady handed her a body wrap to
complete her outfit. Mrs. Karen Saunders looked ravishing as she walked to her
ten year old car.
When she arrived at the only hotel in the small town she was very self
conscious as she walked to the dining room. The town where her and David lived
in was small in size but large in noisy people. She could imagine the gossip
train as she walked into the dining room in her sleek black dress showing her
shapely calves and the swell of her small but firm breasts. She quickly
spotted her husband's ruthless boss and his two Japanese dinner guests. In the
Mississippi Delta it is not difficult to pick out the people that don't fit
into the Norman Rockwell painting.
The three men gallantly rose when she approached their table in the back
of the dining room. I was the first to speak as I took in the stunning blonde
housewife at my fingertips, "Please sit here between Mr. Moto and myself, Mrs.
Saunders." I intentionally mentioned her married title to ignite her
nervousness and apprehension.
Karen's timid look made her all the more desirable. Although she was
dressed for a night on Broadway in New York City; this eighteen year old blonde
beauty was seated in the middle of three older men with but one thing on their
The first several courses of the meal went by delightfully. There was
plenty of wine and each man insured that Karen would be amply taken care of.
She began to become dizzy with the wine and the boredom of the negotiations of
the trade that was to take place.
I was the first to notice the vacant look in Karen's worried face. She
was not used to a great deal of alcohol and had already consumed far more that
the eighteen year beauty was accustomed to. I let my large Black hand fall to
her dimpled knee. The heat of my hand seemed to nearly scald the innocent
girl. Although the wine slowed down her reasoning abilities the fact that I
had my hand on her knee and was gently massaging her inner thigh she could
comprehend the implications.
Outwardly she tried to ignore my gentle circles from my long Black
fingers. The shimmering black hose felt soft and inviting. My fingers slowly
advanced to her upper thighs and her delicate hand dropped below the top of the
table to impede it's progress. Although her hand settled on top of mine the
journey to her warm and inviting thighs continued unabated. She tried to
maintain eye contact with my two Oriental guests but the combination of the
smooth red wine and the persistence of my probing fingers were slowly taking
their toll on Mrs. Karen Saunder's ability to resist.
Mr. Moto, having imbedded far too much alcohol also understood the sexual
tension at the small table near the back of the dining room. Several seconds
later Karen felt his smaller but equally strong hands find her right knee.
Smiling he rapidly slid his hand up the tender thigh until his fingers reached
her fiery thighs above her black hose. He teased the garter clasps as Karen's
The waiter arrived at the instant that Karen's warm thigh was being
caressed by two different and distinct men. She tried to adjust to the gentle
caress as her dress was being pushed further into her lap. The wine had rushed
to her head and she tried to grasp her nearly hopeless position. She felt the
first moisture coat the inside of her tight and nearly virginal opening. As
her pussy lips became swollen and her clit started to throb the waiter
interrupted her racing mind.
"May I get anything for the lady," the waiter asked looking directly into
my hard Black face.
"No, I believe the lady has had enough. LEAVE," was my next simple
command, a command that the young waiter knew to follow.
Mr. Moto's smaller fingers reached Karen's black panties an instant
before mine. She noticeably gasped as the set of probing fingers converged on
their target. Each of the fingers could feel the beginning of the liquid
coating in the crotch of her black lace panties.
She wanted to run screaming from the table. Although most of the people
in the small dining room were already staring at the unlikely group at the
table they could not see the busy fingers exciting Mrs. Karen Saunders leaking
With her breath coming in irregular patterns Karen finally looked
directly in my face. "May we please leave. You are embarrassing me......."
her face pleaded as much as her spoken words.
Leaving my probing fingers at the entrance to her now sloppy chamber
opening I softly asked the tormented young housewife, "Mr. Moto and his
associate have a room here at the hotel. Would you like to accompany us to his
room so that we can make the initial payment on our deal?"
Karen, with shock on her face understood that she, "Mrs. Karen Saunders"
represented the first installment of the expensive contract. She turned and
looked at the two grinning Japanese businessmen. Their skin appeared to have
an oily tint but both understood that they would shortly be enjoying her
tempting and over heated young body. There is nothing more appealing to the
Japanese than a young blonde girl; especially if she is innocent to the ways of
My right index finger finally managed to slip between the elastic leg
band of the black panties. As it brushed by the nearly hairless outer lips I
finally let it come to rest near the elongated clit. Poor Karen nervously
jumped as my fingernail scraped against the sensitive little bud of joy. She
grasped and closed her pretty blue eyes.
"Mr. Moto is becoming impatient Karen, Do You want to accompany him to
his hotel room?" I questioned.
As my finger teased the young housewife I felt her long legs slowly part.
Her eyes were still closed as her previously tightened legs slowly opened;
giving me ever greater access to the pussy I had already conquered on two
Mr. Moto's stubby fingers tried to enter the tight passage as Karen
spread her legs but the angle that he was sitting at the table prevented him
from accomplishing his vile objective.
"I believe it is best to retire to Mr. Moto's room before you make a
spectacle of yourself Mrs. Saunders," I stated with a smile on my face.
As the two hands slid down her delightful inner thighs Karen fought to
regain her sense of bearing. She was near her first orgasm of the evening. As
her brain refocused on her setting she looked around the small dining room.
Most of the attention was focused on the beauty who was being fingered in
public by the most despised Black man in the county and two equally despised
Japanese businessmen. There was no sympathy for the beautiful young white
Smoothing her expensive black satin dress she meekly followed me out of
the dining room. When we entered the lobby I went to the desk and asked for
Mr. Moto's keys. Speaking loud enough for all the gathered guests to hear I
merely stated another fact, "Please see to it that we are not disturbed until
9:00 o'clock in the morning."
A quiet hush fell over the room as Mr. Moto and his companion, myself and
the beautiful eighteen year blonde housewife made her way to the staircase.
I glanced over my shoulder and seen the smug and self confident look on
the two Japanese gentlemen as they stared transfixed to the back of Karen's
exquisite thighs barely hidden under her short black dress. "I reasoned that
this would be any easy deal to close from the tents appearing in the front of
their dark blue slacks."
I allowed Karen to enter the large suite of rooms first. She walked over
to the large windows and looked at the dreary, dusty town below her. After Mr.
Moto and his associate entered I closed and locked the door. Karen stared at
me as I put the key in my pants.
Karen had a frightened look in her eyes as I approached. Walking behind
her I put my hands on her delicate neck and softly caressed. I then kissed up
and down the sweet tasting neck. My finger then found the zipper in the back
of her black dinner dress. The sound of the metallic closure sliding down
reverberated throughout the room. Demurely she crossed her arms so that the
front of the dress would not fall off her tender shoulders. The two Japanese
businessmen stared with their mouths gaping open. Their trousers were still
tented and I could hear their heavy breathing.
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"Gentlemen...... The contracts are on the table in front of you. May I
suggest that you sign them so that we can proceed unhindered for the rest of
Mr. Moto, staring intensely at my slow and deliberate debasement of my
newest toy, quickly fell to his knees and signed the three copies of the
contract. A small amount of dribble fell from the side of his mouth. His
partner quickly followed suit.
When the two were again standing Mr. Moto spoke in a forceful tone. "We
have certain desires to fill. We are sure that you will have no objection....
in fact you may choose to stay and watch."
I felt Karen tremble...... and then I placed my hands at the top of the
back of her dress and slowly pulled the black dress from her shoulders. She
tried to hold the dress up with her crossed arms. Licking her neck I then gave
my next command to my plaything, "My clients want to see your tiny little
titties. Don't disappoint them or ME."
Karen dropped her arms and the black dress fell to the floor. There was
a noticeable gasp and I could see that the two oriental cocks twitching in the
constricting dress pants. "I have not completely trained Mrs. Saunders in the
art of pleasing her masters. However, Mrs. Saunders is a passionate young
woman and she looks forward to serving you. Isn't that right Karen?" I asked.
Karen, her eyes focused on the carpet and her arms handing limply at her
side merely nodded. The vision and gentle movements of Mrs. Karen Saunders
made the constricted cocks twitch even more. She was now clad in only her
matching black bra and panties; and sheer black hose held up by the thinnest of
Mr. Moto was the first to shed his pants. Once he pulled the pants from
his surprisingly muscular legs he looked at my little beauty. "You may suck
our cocks now Mrs. Saunders....." was the simple statement.
Karen turned towards me with pleading eyes. "Obey your Masters.... If
you perform well I will reward you later.." I stated.
Karen took one small step forward when she heard the harsh command.
"CRAWL...... You must realize your status for this evening.." Mr. Moto
Hesitantly Karen dropped to her knees and then looked up; and crawled on
hands and knees to the waiting lofty Japanese businessmen. Once she was
directly in front of Mr. Moto she looked up with her light blue eyes. Mr. Moto
removed his shorts and his six inch thick cock flopped forward. Karen,
reluctantly opened her small mouth and allowed the manhood to slip between her
red coated lips. The somewhat pungent odor nearly overtook the young bride.
Diligently however she sucked on the less than awesome appendage; bringing her
small hands up to cradle the small nut sack. Her tongue caressed the small
slit in front and wrapped around the foreskin until the full member was
completely embedded in her willing mouth. As Karen sucked and teased the
throbbing small penis with her pointed tongue she felt the nutsack contract and
immediately flood her mouth with salty tasting discharge. The overexcited Mr.
Moto blew his entire load into the sucking oral cavity of the beautiful girl at
his feet. Karen continued to cradle the nutsack squeezing every last ounce of
cum from the soft testicles.
As Mr. Moto's manhood shrunk it slipped out of her sucking mouth she
turned her head to the second squatting businessman. His head was pulled back
and a dark wet spot was rapidly growing on the front of his pants. His entire
body was shaking and drool was dripping from his mouth.
Karen hoped against hope that this would fulfill the twisted Orientals
fascination for her tight young body. But alas............
Mr. Moto, having finally regained his bearing turned sharply and walked
to a dresser at his right. When he walked away a small rope like string of cum
hung from Karen's lips and followed the squat Japanese man's steps. When he
reached the chest he pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a black scarf and
several sets of coarse rope. Turning to the now frightened young housewife he
#14 Posted: 30 Jul 2006 17:14
#15 Posted: 27 Oct 2006 17:40
|his wonderful story needs to be continued
#16 Posted: 10 Dec 2010 04:04