les histoires de chrislebo

When the River's were moved into an assisted living
home by their mister who had moved to Connecticut they put
their home up for sale. A good friend let us know about
it before it was even advertised and we jumped at it.
The house was a little large for our needs. But we were
planning on starting a family in a few more years so we
didn't think the extra rooms would go to waste. It took
every cent we had in the bank and the payment was
higher than we would have liked but we loved the house
and buying it seemed like a way to put the tragedies of
this past winter behind us and start anew.

Just as things in our lives started to be getting back
on track Ray's man decided to retire. That left Ray
in complete charge of the store. I had really liked Mr.
Nash and I was going to miss him. But more than that, I
dreaded what life was going to be like with Ray in
charge of the store.

I had never stopped keeping an eye out for an
opportunity to get into another line of work, or the
same type of work in a different business. I had known
from the beginning that one day Ray would be in charge
and I dreaded it. But unless we wanted to leave the
area I was going to have to stay where I was and count
myself fortunate to have that job.

So I did the best job that I could do and put up with
Ray's crap and kept reminding myself that I was lucky
to have a job.

Things took a turn for the strange when Ruth, the woman
who had worked in the office handling inventories and
actually was more responsible for keeping this place
running and well stocked with merchandise than anyone
else decided that she couldn't work for Ray any longer
and gave her two weeks notice.

That same day Ray came to me and asked if Erin would be
interested in the job. He wanted to get someone in as
soon as possible to get them familiar with the system
and get a little training. So if Erin wanted the job he
would need to know immediately.

I had some pretty serious misgivings about having Erin
in such close contact with Ray on a daily basis. But
there was no denying that we could really use the
money, especially right now after just buying a house
that was more than one hundred years old and needed
some serious upgrades.

As soon as I got home from work that day I discussed it
with Erin. She was excited about the possibility of
having a job finally. But she too had misgivings about
working so closely with Ray. We had to be practical
though. Our house payment was nearly twice what we had
been paying for rent in our old duplex. We were getting
by, but we were no longer putting anything into savings
and any unexpected expense would really be a problem,
like for instance if our eight year old car needed
repairs that I couldn't do myself.

So I called Ray at home that evening and told him that
Erin appreciated the offer and she would love to take
the job. He told me to have her come in with me in the
morning and get started.

Erin was more excited about the situation than I was.
But it really did take some of the pressure off that
she was employed and we had more money coming in.

We both let our guards down a little in that first two
weeks while she was training under Ruth. During that
time, other than to ask how Erin was doing, Ray left
her alone. He even seemed to be easing up on me a
little bit. Every night when we got home we would talk
about our respective workdays and I would ask about
Ray. She knew what I was worried about and she
reassured me every day that Ray had been a perfect
gentleman.

Things started changing after Ruth left though. It was
a slow change. He didn't start grabbing her ass or
anything like that. He did start touching her though.
He would rest his hand on her shoulder or on the small
of her back or touch her arm. After a while, whenever
he was talking to her he was touching her. Just not in
a way that she had any reamister to complain about.

Then one Monday, after she had been working there for
five or six weeks, he came into her office and said,
"Erin, you're doing a pretty good job. But I think you
should start dressing a little sexier."

That was all that he said. Then he turned around and
went back into his office.

That evening while we were eating dinner I could see
that Erin was upset and I was almost afraid to ask what
was wrong. Because I had a pretty good idea that it was
something that Ray had said or done at the office.

I had to ask though and when I finally got her to tell
me she kept insisting that she could handle him. She
was just going to ignore him. We needed the money, I
couldn't deny that. We talked about it and decided that
as long as he was manageable she would try to put up
with him. It would be nice if we could at least get
enough money put aside to replace the roof and the
heating system in our new old house.

We left it there, but I can't deny that it was praying
on my mind.

The next morning at breakfast I noticed that Erin was
wearing a light, breezy little sundress when she came
downstairs. I cocked my eyebrow when I saw her and she
shrugged and said, "I'm fully dressed. If it keeps him
happy, well, what the hell."

I said, "If you give in to that then what will his next
request be?"

She said, "This is not a sexy dress. It is a little
less businesslike than what I've been wearing, but it
isn't sexy. I'm not going to relax with him because I'm
wearing a sundress to work!"

I didn't say anything else. I figured the next move was
up to Ray. If he left well enough alone then I didn't
have a problem with Erin dressing like this. Somehow I
didn't see Ray leaving it at this. I knew that any man
in his right mind would love to go to bed with Erin.
She is pretty and sexy and extremely desirable. But Ray
would want to relax with her if she wasn't, just
because she was my wife. Even better, he would love to
take her away from me. And if he couldn't do that I
have no doubt that he would take great pleasure in
breaking us up. He was just that kind of an asshole.

As usual I asked her how it went at work when we got
home that evening. She shrugged and said, "He didn't
get fresh. He said I looked much better, that was all.
He didn't try anything. Hell, he pretty much ignored me
the rest of the day."

That was the end of that for the rest of the week. Erin
kept wearing her flirty little sundresses to work and
Ray checked her out every day. He still touched her all
the time when they talked, but he was careful to keep
his hands away from anywhere inappropriate.

When we were on the way home from work the following
Monday Erin was quiet and I could tell that she was
uncomfortable. I didn't even have to ask why. I knew
the problem was going to be Ray. I didn't say anything
until we got home and I asked her what he had done now.

She just kept saying that it was nothing and tried to
evade the subject. That's how I knew there was a real
problem this time. She was afraid to tell me what he
had done.

After dinner we sat out on the front porch and talked
quietly. I refused to let her keep this from me. If it
was so bad that she couldn't tell me what he had done
then I figured that it was time for her to quit working
there.

She finally said, "It's not that bad Dean. He just
suggested that my hemlines could be a little shorter."
Then, in a voice that was almost a whisper she said,
"And that it would be nice if I stopped wearing a bra."

I gaped at her. She would never have put up with
something like that from anyone else. She had always
been a strong young woman who had no trouble standing
up for herself.
I couldn't believe that she would permit Ray to talk to
her like that!

I finally said, "That's it! I don't know why you didn't
quit on the spot, but today was your last day working
for Ray. We can live on my salary just fine. In fact, I
think it's time I went over to Ray's house and had a
talk with him."

I started to get up but Erin grabbed my hand and pulled
me back down. "Don't Dean. You can't. I did quit. At
least I tried to. I told him off and grabbed my purse
and started to leave and he told me that if I was
leaving I should take you with me. He said that if I
quit you were fired. I told him he couldn't do that, it
was against the law. He just laughed and said that it
wasn't against the law if he caught us stealing from
him."

I stared at her and she just shrugged and said, "It
would be his word against ours. You know how hard it is
to get work around here. We would lose the house, we'd
lose everything. And we would never get a good job
anywhere again. You know that when it comes down to his
word against ours they are going to believe the guy
that owns the business."

I pulled my hand away. I could see that I was going to
have to kick that bastard's ass and teach him how to
treat my wife. Fuck him and his job! I started to get
up but Erin jumped up and blocked my path. She looked
up at me and said, "Don't Dean! We'll lose everything!
Let it go. I can handle him."

I responded, "No, you can't handle him. You don't think
he is going to stop with short skirts and not wearing a
bra do you? He won't be happy until he is fucking you
and you damned well know it! He needs to be taught a
lesmister!"

Erin almost yelled, "NO! I refuse to give up my house
and everything that we have struggled for. We will just
have to put up with that arrogant bastard until we find
something else. It isn't like we have any savings to
fall back on or relatives that can bail us out. We are
alone in the world and every penny we had went into the
house that we love. You know that there are no other
jobs within driving distance of here and even if there
were you couldn't get them once Ray started telling
prospective employers that you are a thief."

I stared down at her in helpless frustration and then I
asked, "And what are you going to do when he pushes you
down over a desk in the next week or two and *****
you?"

She suddenly covered her face with her hands and
started crying. For a second I was afraid that he might
already have done it. But she finally whispered, "I
don't know. Oh god I don't know. Don't you think I've
been worried about that?!"

I finally went inside and got a beer out of the
refrigerator. I sipped at it for a minute and then I
went back out to the front porch. We really did love
this house. It was a large, two story house on a nice
quiet street with lots of tall old trees and nice
neighbors. It had a wraparound front porch on three
sides. There was a large attic and a large, unfinished
basement that we had a lot of plans for.

The house needed some work, but it was structurally
sound. It needed a new roof and I wanted to put in a
new furnace before winter. The bathrooms could use some
remodeling, the kitchen too. But until we could afford
that kind of work everything worked just fine.

Now I stood on the porch and wondered if we were going
to lose our dream house. I didn't know what I was
supposed to do. I had grown up with a definite idea of
what sort of behavior a man could tolerate from another
man around his wife. Ordering her to dress in sexier
clothes and stop wearing a bra were good examples of
totally unacceptable behavior. And I knew that he was
only half doing it because he wanted to get into Erin's
pants. He was just as much interested in tormenting me
as he was her. I didn't doubt for a second that if Erin
were not married to me he would never had said or done
the things that he had.

I was reamisterably certain that any man who learned of my
situation would not blame me for kicking Ray's ass all
the way down Main Street. The problem was, I didn't
doubt for a second that the vindictive mister of a bitch
would carry out his threat and brand both of us as
thieves. He wouldn't even need to prove it.

People that knew us wouldn't believe it. But that
wouldn't matter. We would still have our friends, but
we would lose everything else.

I didn't know what to do. I had never been in a
situation where I wasn't sure if the right thing to do
was the right thing to do. I had to think.

The problem is, the more that I thought about it the
more I knew that Erin was right. Our only choices were
putting up with Ray's sexual harassment or losing
everything. But I knew Ray well enough to know that it
wasn't going to end with telling Erin how to dress. He
was going to keep pushing until she was bent over a
desk with her skirt up over her ass and his cock in her
pussy. And once he got that far, well, I had heard some
pretty disturbing rumors about him all through school.
He is said to have some pretty unusual tastes when it
comes to sex.

I finished my beer and put the bottle in the recycle
bucket. Then I said, "Come on Erin, let's go for a
walk."

We went out to the sidewalk, leaving the door wide
open. That was one of the nice things about living in a
town like this. We didn't even own a house key. The
previous owners had never locked their doors. Nobody in
town locked their doors. There wasn't any need. We
didn't lock our homes, we didn't lock our cars. It
wasn't necessary. That was one of the reamisters that it
was so hard to contemplate giving this all up and
leaving town. This little town may not have a museum or
a good restaurant. It may not have a theater or a mall.
But you couldn't find a better place to live anywhere
in the world.

We walked down to the town square and went up into the
bandstand where they held the band concerts every
Wednesday evening from late spring to early fall. It
was about eight o'clock and everything in town was
closed up except for the gas station across the street.
But there was no one in there but Tommy, the old guy
that ran it. He'd be closing up in a few minutes.

We sat there quietly and I held Erin in my arms and she
started crying quietly. I didn't know what to say.
Things like this just didn't happen in places like
this!

Lester didn't take his eyes from Erin's breasts when he
said, "We were doing okay until a minute ago Ray. We're
doing a whole hell of a lot better now!"

Ray chuckled and said, "Pretty little thing, isn't
she?"

They nodded in unimister but didn't speak.

Ray said, "She doesn't just have great tits either. You
should see her cunt and that cute ass of hers."

Daniel looked like he was about to start drooling. In a
quiet, almost younglike voice he said, "I'd sure like
to see that."

Ray asked him, "Did you ever see a girl's cunt Daniel?"

Daniel blushed but was surprisingly honest. "No sir,
Ray. I only ever seen a naked woman in Playboy
Magazine."

"Would you really like to?" Ray asked. Like there was a
possibility he'd say no!

"God yes!" Daniel said.

I swear he sounded just like a little boy.

Ray looked out in the parking lot and saw that it was
empty but for the Atkins brothers' pickup truck. He
said, "Wait right there." Then he grabbed the "Be right
back" sign from under the counter and went and locked
the front door and hung up the sign.

He came back and as he neared the counter he said,
"Everyone come with me."

The brothers waited for Erin and me to follow Ray and
they fell in behind us. We all went into the stock room
and when we were in the open space just inside the door
Ray pulled Erin closer and turned her around to face me
and the two brothers. He said, "I bet you boys will
remember this for the rest of your lives."

I didn't doubt that they would.

He unzipped Erin's dress and pushed it down and off of
her. He let it fall to the floor at her feet and she
stood there on display to the two farmers, both of whom
were quite likely virgins in their thirties.

Ray let them look for a moment and then pushed her over
towards them. He said, "Go ahead boys, check her out.
Feel those tits. See what her cunt feels like."

I was close enough that I could smell the farm smell on
them. They had probably been up and working for eight
or nine hour on the farm already. They were probably no
dirtier than anyone else that had been doing hard,
physical labor on a farm for that many hours, but the
smell was not pleasant.

The boys glanced at me. I had met them many times since
I started working here, but they probably had no idea
who Erin was. They must have seen that I was upset
though. Lester looked back and forth between me and
Erin and I think he suspected that something wasn't
quite right here. But he was human. He wasn't going to
pass up this opportunity.

His brother was already pawing Erin's breasts and had
one hand on her ass. Lester joined him, groping her
other breast and dropping his hand down to her pussy to
explore freely.

Erin closed her eyes and allowed them to grope her. She
had no choice.

We watched them for several minutes. I didn't want to
watch. I had turned away once but Ray cleared his
throat to get my attention and glowered at me
meaningfully. I turned back to watch.

They took turns exploring her pussy and at one point
they both squatted down and spread her legs and pulled
her pussy open and looked inside of her. The look of
wonder on their faces would have been amusing if it
were not for the circumstances.

After they had groped her extensively for several
minutes Ray asked, "Forgive me for asking such a
permisteral question, I know it isn't any of my business,
but are you gentlemen both virgins?"

The brothers looked at each other and blushed. Finally
Lester said, "I'm afraid so Ray. There ain't a lot of
gals out where we live and we don't get to come to town
much."

Ray said, "I understand men. Would you like to fuck
Erin?"

Lester looked at Ray and then at me. Then he looked up
at Erin's face. He turned back to Ray and said, "She
don't look too happy about this Ray. I'd sure as hell
like to fuck her. She sure is fine looking. But I ain't
going to fuck no gal that ain't willing."

Ray said, "She's just a little embarrassed men. She
likes to fuck and she'd be happy to be your first fuck.
Wouldn't you Erin?"

She didn't seem to be surprised at all. I guess we had
both suspected how this was going to end up.

Erin said, "Whatever you say Mr. Nash."

Lester stood back up and took his fingers away from her
pussy. He looked her in the face and said, "You're this
man's wife, ain't ya gal?" He had nodded in my
direction as he asked.

She nodded.

Lester glanced at me and then back at Erin. He asked,
"Why would you let us do it with you in here with your
husband watching? And how come it's Ray that's
offering?"

Erin was afraid to cross Ray. I don't know why. I
didn't see how he could make things worse. She thought
quickly and said, "Mr. Nash is right Lester. I like to
fuck and I'd be honored to be your first fuck. Mr. Nash
is offering because he's my boss."

It sounded pretty weak to me but it seemed to satisfy
Lester. He turned back to Ray and said, "Where can we
do it?"

Ray reached over to a pile of blankets that we use to
wrap up deliveries so they don't get scratched up. He
handed a couple of them to Erin and said, "Spread a
couple of these out here on the floor Erin. Then get
down on your back and entertain our guests."

Erin took the blankets and spread a couple of them out
on the floor. It wasn't much but it was softer than the
bare floor. She got down on her back and spread her
legs and stared at the ceiling.

Lester was watching me with a look of confusion on his
face as he unfastened his coveralls and let them fall
to his ankles. He pushed his shorts down and got to his
knees between Erin's legs. His cock was already very
hard and it was also quite impressive. It looked to be
about eight inches long.

He stretched out over Erin and started moving his hips
around searching blindly for her opening. She grunted
in pain and reached down and guided his cock to her
pussy and as soon as it was in place he powerd it in
with one clumsy thrust.

Erin grunted in pain and he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

She groaned and said, "You are so big! I need a second
to get used to you. Please Lester. Start out kind of
slow, okay?"

He said, "Sure. I'm sorry girl. I didn't mean to hurt
you."

She grinned wryly and said, "It's okay Lester. I know
you didn't. You have a nice one. I know it's going to
feel good when you get started."

He started moving slowly and after a half a dozen
strokes Erin said, "Okay Lester. I'm used to it now.
You can do whatever feels good to you."

Lester started speeding up and slamming his cock into
her. I was surprised at how long he lasted. Since it
was his first time I thought that it would be over very
quickly. Far from it! He lasted at least twenty minutes
before he finally started bucking violently and then
his body went rigid and he shivered as he filled Erin
with his cum. It even seemed to take him a very long
time to cum. I guess he'd been saving up for quite a
while.

Lester finally got back to his knees and stared down at
Erin for a long time before he finally got to his feet.
He pulled his shorts and his overalls back up and as he
was fastening the suspenders on his overalls Daniel was
taking his off.

The brothers glanced at each other for a second. The
look of excitement on Daniel's face was impossible to
describe. His coveralls fell around his ankles and he
pushed his shorts down and I was powerd to observe the
next cock that was about to **** my wife. His cock was
only slightly smaller than his older brother's.

He dropped to his knees and Erin guided his cock into
her. He started out very slow and Erin said, "It's okay
Daniel. I'm used to it now. You can do it any way you
want."

Daniel said, "Okay ma'am. But you let me know if I'm
hurting you."

Then he started. He began pounding into her hard and
the sound of his flesh slapping hers was uncomfortable.
She grunted with each violent stroke but she didn't
object. She just stared at the ceiling and waited for
it to end.

Fortunately he didn't last half as long as his older
brother had. He began to swear loudly and then he
tensed up and he stroked into her all of the way
through his orgasm. As soon as he finished he got back
up on his knees and wiped his face with his sleeves and
said, "Don't that just beat all! I never even dreamed
it could be that good."

Daniel got to his feet and Lester asked, "Is she one of
them girls that do it for money?"

Ray said, "No Lester. She did it because I told her to.
You don't have to pay her."

Daniel, still with that young voice tinged with awe
repeated himself. "Don't that just beat all!"

Erin didn't move until both men were dressed. Ray
turned to me and said, "Clean her up and get back to
work." Then he went out and unlocked the front door and
took down the sign. I found a rag that Erin could use
to sop up the large volume of cum dripping from her red
and swollen pussy. I helped her sit up and I asked, "Do
you want me to do this?"

She shook her head and took the rag from me. She looked
to be in pain as she bent down and wiped herself clean.

I asked, "Is there anything I can do? Are you alright?"

She shook her head. She said, "No Dean. I'm a little
sore. They fuck like naturals. I just need to get enough
of this up that I can put my dress on and make it to
the bathroom."

She wiped at the cum until it was gone and I helped her
to her feet. I handed her dress to her and she stepped
into it. I helped her put it on and I zipped it up. She
turned and finally looked me in the face. She had a
questioning look in her face.

I smiled and said, "I know what you are looking for
Erin. The only thing that you are going to find in my
face or in my heart is sympathy and love. Theirs is no
sense looking for anything else."

She stood up on her toes and kissed my lips briefly and
said, "I would hug you but I have to get to the
bathroom before it's too late. You better go wait on
your customers."

I said, "I love you Erin," as she turned and rushed
out.

I picked up the blankets and tossed them back on the
pile. Then I went back out into the store and ordered
the parts that the brothers had come in for.

Just before they left Lester looked me in the eye and
said quietly, "She didn't do that willingly did she?
And you weren't letting her do it willingly. Something
ain't right here. I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have done
it."

I was actually touched by what he said. I didn't blame
him or his brother. I know damned well that if our
positions were reversed I would have done the same damn
thing if someone had offered Erin to me.

I replied, "Thank you Lester. I'll tell Erin. I know
she'll appreciate that."

He asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

I sighed and said, "I'm afraid not. Not at the moment,
except maybe keep this to yourselves. That would help."

He nodded and said, "You have my word." Then he turned
to Daniel and said, "You ain't going to say anything
either, are you Dan?"

Daniel looked like he really didn't know what the hell
we were talking about. Lester looked at him and smiled
and then turned to me and said, "Don't worry Dean. I'll
explain it to him. And I'm sorry. I mean it sure was
wonderful, but I guess we wasn't thinking too clearly
at the moment."

I smiled and said, "It's okay. I was just thinking that
if I was in your shoes I'd have done the same damn
thing. Don't feel bad. I'll explain to Erin."

Lester shook my hand and they left. I finished filling
out the parts order blank and took it into Erin's
office. She had just returned from the bathroom and
taken her seat. I gave her the order and after glancing
at the closed door into Ray's office I whispered,
"Lester began to realize that something wasn't right
and he feels very bad about what happened. He told me
to tell you he was sorry."

I could tell by her expression that Lester's apology
meant a lot to her. She squeezed my hand and said,
"Thanks. Now get your lazy ass to work."

I smiled and went back out front.

Ray came out and stood behind me at a little after
three. He said, "I just did you a big favor Dean. I
just taught Erin how to deepthroat. It was fantastic.
Trust me. You are really going to thank me for that.
I'm going home now. Don't forget I want both of you to
go to Middlebury after you close. And she doesn't
change clothes."

I didn't know how he would know. But when he handed me
his credit card and told me to use it to pay for our
dinner I think I realized how he could check. It didn't
take a rocket scientist to know that everyone working
in the restaurant tonight was going to remember Erin.

When our violent fuck was finally over and we were
laying there in the dark and holding each other tight
she laughed and said, "You fucking pervert!"

I kissed her and asked, "Yeah. What's your point?"

She was quiet for a long time after that and then she
said, "We're going to make it, aren't we? I was so
afraid this would be something that would destroy our
marriage, destroy your love for me."

I responded, "Silly woman! I could never stop loving
you. I was worried that you would end up hating me for
not being able to protect you. Besides, it is the
relationship that Ray and I have had since we were just
out of diapers that is responsible for the things that
are happening to you. He is enjoying what he is doing
to you. But he is doing it to torment me more than he
is doing it to torment you. Every time he does
something to you in the office he comes out and stands
behind me and tells me what he has done. That is what
this is all about. If I were you I'd hate me right
now."

She kissed me hard and then she said, "Stupid man! It
isn't your fault Ray is crazy. You said you heard
things about him when you were growing up. He was crazy
without any help from you. Now, I've got to take a
quick shower. I can still smell those poor farmers on
me!"

She got up and as she was taking her dress off she
said, "Can you imagine those poor guys being virgins?!
They must be in their mid-thirties! It's too bad they
don't have anyone. They were pretty nice. Not real
bright maybe, but nice. And don't tell my husband but
they had a couple of pretty nice cocks too."

I got up and slapped her butt and sent her off to take
a shower while I finished undressing. I decided a
shower wouldn't hurt me either and I went in and joined
her in the tub. We hugged and kissed and soaped each
other up and then we had to hurry up and rinse off. I
resolved that the first thing that I was going to do
when we could afford it was buy a larger hot water
heater.

The next morning I had to take another shower. I'm a
heavy relaxer and I can't wake up in the morning
without a shower. While I was in the shower Erin got
dressed and went down and made coffee. I got downstairs
twenty minutes later and walked into the kitchen and
stopped and stared at today's outfit.

In some ways it wasn't as bad as yesterday's. The top
wasn't sheer and her nipples were covered. It was a
bright red dress. It was shimmery and looked like it
was made out of the same material as a pair of red
panties she has. It was made of a very thin material. I
could see the outline of her nipples where the material
rested against her breasts. The bodice was cut so low
that I could almost see her navel. It d****d down over
her breasts loosely but it looked like any move she
made was likely to expose her breasts.

The skirt was slit up to the waist on one side and
because it was so tight there was a large gap exposing
a couple of inches of her nude hip. It was, of course,
embarrassingly short. She watched me take inventory of
her dress and then she said, "Get used to it Dean. Ray
has awful taste in women's clothes. There was nothing
in that suitcase that a normal woman would willingly
wear."

I went in and got my coffee and we sat at the kitchen
table and tried to steady ourselves for the kind of day
that we knew we were in for. I had noticed that it was
raining so at least it was unlikely that we would have
to go to the Dairy Queen for lunch.

I looked at the way that Erin's skirt separated when
she sat down. She followed my gaze and looked ruefully
at how much skin was exposed. The tiny skirt pulled
away to the side and it was impossible for her to cover
her pussy when she was seated. But that wasn't all.
When she leaned forward even slightly the top fell away
and exposed her breasts, or at least one of them. It
kept sliding off to the side and she had to constantly
place it back over her breasts. It was obvious that she
was in for another bad day.

When we could put it off no longer we went out, got in
the car and drove to work. Ray's car was already there.
We went in and I gave Ray's credit card to her to
return to him. I got the store ready to open. I tried
not to think about what was happening in the back. I
was grateful that I couldn't hear most sounds from back
there.

I took care of the restocking and opened the front
door. The store hours were from 8:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M.
There was often a spate of business when we first
opened up. Those were normally the professionals that
needed something for a job that they were working on.
Then it was quiet for a while until between nine and
ten and then business started picking up again.

Normally on a rainy day like today we have very little
business. Contractors often can't work on rainy days
and your average home owner stays inside and waits for
the sun to come out too.

I was just finishing up stocking some gardening
supplies when Ray came out from the back with Erin
following. I could see that she had been having a rough
morning. As she walked behind Ray her top kept sliding
off of her breasts but I didn't think that was why she
was blushing.

Ray stopped at the counter and asked me about dinner
last night. As I answered his questions, Erin continued
through the store and into the store room. She came
back out in a few minutes and came behind the counter.
She reached down under the counter and picked up the
"Be Right Back" sign and headed for the door. She
didn't lock it though. She put the sign up and waited
by the door.

I had been watching Erin as I answered Ray's questions
but finally I asked, "What's going on?"

Ray smiled and said, "My young cousin called me at home
last night. He was one of the boys at the Dairy Queen
yesterday. He told me how much he enjoyed our lunch and
he asked if he could meet Erin some day. He is such a
good kid that I thought I'd arrange that for him. He is
coming in with a couple of his friends in a few minutes
and Erin is going to entertain them in the storeroom. I
am letting her lock up because I thought you would want
to be there."

He was watching my face, enjoying my reaction as he
calmly told me that he had invited three teenagers to
have sex with my wife. I struggled not to show my
anger. I struggled not to punch his face in. Over the
years Ray and I had come to blows several times. We
were usually separated before the fight was concluded.
We were pretty evenly matched but I had fury on my side
at the moment. I didn't doubt for a minute that I could
fuck him up. And I desperately wanted to.

Just then the door opened and Ray's cousin Scott came
in with two of his friends. I recognized all three
boys. Besides Scott there was Len Todd and Steve
Foster. I knew that Scott was just sixteen. I imagine
that is two friends were the same age, give or take a
year. They looked nervous, but very excited.

They came in and moved out of the way while Erin closed
and locked the door. She didn't look at the boys. She
turned and headed back across the store to where we
were standing. As she walked she had to keep adjusting
her top to cover her breasts. Ray called out to her,
"Stop that Erin. Just leave it the fuck alone!"

By the time she came to a stop in front of us her
breasts were both uncovered. The boys came around her
and leaned against the counter and stared at Erin's
exposed breasts. I thought back to our talk last night
and how nervous and how self conscious she was about
being exposed like this. But then I remembered what she
had said about getting aroused as well and I hoped for
her sake that she was getting wet. The more aroused she
became the easier this was going to be for her. I did
not begrudge her that.

Ray said, "Erin, put your dress on the counter and
we'll go into the back."

I saw her breath catch as he said that. But she pulled
the top off of her shoulders and pushed the waist down
over her hips and stepped out of it, leaving her
standing in just her black pumps.

When she was naked Ray said, "Lead the way."

Erin was blushing all the way down to her breasts as
she turned and walked towards the storeroom. The boys
followed her and we followed behind. When we stepped
inside I saw that she had already spread blankets out
on the floor in anticipation of their arrival.

Ray moved over and took a seat on a large crate and
said, "Go ahead boys, she's all yours. She'll do
anything you tell her to."

Len and Steve closed in on Erin and began to explore
her body eagerly. Scott wasn't interested in
preliminaries. He quickly undressed and stepped onto
the blanket and said, "You guys get undressed. You can
feel her up later."

Len and Steve moved back and started undressing and
Scott said, "I saw you sucking Ray's cock yesterday and
my cock has been hard since then. You are beautiful
Erin. I love your tits and your sweet little pussy and
your perfect ass. But I want to feel my cock in your
mouth like that. I've never been sucked off and I want
you to do that."

He sat down on the blanket and leaned back against a
box and said, "Come on Erin. Suck my cock."

Erin got down on her hands and knees and moved up
between his wide spread legs. She looked down at his
cock for a second or two and then took it in her mouth.
She started sucking and as she worked on his cock Len
and Steve joined them on the blanket.

They started exploring her body with their hands again
but Steve quickly moved into position behind her and
began to work his cock into her pussy from behind. I
heard her grunt as he entered her and then moan as he
started to fuck her. I hoped that she could relax and
enjoy it, as difficult at that might seem. I know, it's
****. But there is no way to avoid it so she might as
well enjoy it if she can.

Ray spoke up once Steve had started fucking her. He
called out to Erin, "Come on slut. I promised Scott you
would do that trick I taught you yesterday. Don't
disappoint us."

I watched, torn between dismay and astonishment as she
began sliding her lips down until they were wrapped
around the base of his cock and several inches of his
cock were buried in her throat. I know that Ray had
told me that he had gotten her to do it. But hearing it
and seeing it were two different things.

As his cock sank into Erin's throat, Scott called out,
"I'll be a mister of a bitch! Fuck that feels hot! Oh my
god!"

Then he grabbed her head and pulled it tight to his
belly as his hips thrust up and I could see that he was
cumming in her throat.

The other two boys had stopped what they were doing and
were watching in amazement. Len turned loose of her
tits and sat up and waited for Scott to finish and move
out of the way. As soon as he did, Len took his place
and breathlessly ordered her to do the same thing for
him.

She dropped her head back down and took Len's cock into
her mouth as Steve resumed his violent **** from
behind. Scott had moved only enough to make room for
Len. He sat nearby now and watched and enjoyed the
show. As he watched his two friends having sex with my
wife he used his bare toes to toy with one of her
breasts absently.

I was disturbed when I realized that I had a hard on
too. I know that we had talked about this last night
and I realized that it was an involuntary reaction. I
still felt guilty about it. It seemed like such a
betrayal.

Ray didn't share my reservations. He was obviously
enjoying the show and he had pulled his cock out and
was rubbing it slowly while he watched the three
teenagers with my wife.

Steve came next and after tensing up and filling my
wife's pussy with cum he moved to the side and watched.
When he had caught his breath he said, "Jesus man! Look
at them tits swaying! It reminds me of "Baywatch"!

I didn't know what that meant but Len and Scott did.
They both chuckled at the remark.

Scott was hard again already and he got to his knees
and moved into position behind Erin. He worked his
rejuvenated cock into her pussy and started fucking her
hard. It was a very violent fuck and his thrusts seemed
to drive more of Len's cock into her throat with each
vulgar stroke.

Len didn't last very long and just before he came I
heard him say, "I'm going to cum. I want to cum in your
mouth, okay?"

Erin stopped taking his cock into her throat and held
it in her mouth. She began using her hand and finished
him off that way, taking his slimy cum into her mouth
while Scott ****d her from the rear.

You have to admire a teenager's stamina, I guess. As
soon as Len moved out of the way Steve took his place.
His cock, still wet from fucking her earlier, stood
straight and hard.

Erin groaned. She was obviously getting tired. But she
didn't say anything. She took his cock into her mouth
and was soon taking it into her throat as Scott drove
violently into her from the back.

They were soon finished and sitting around her staring
at her body. I saw Ray get to his feet and he said,
"You guys want to see something hot? Watch this."

He got down on his knees near Erin's head and guided
her mouth to his cock with a handful of her hair. As
she took his cock into her mouth and then her throat
Ray turned to me and said, "I'm going to fuck her ass
Dean. I don't have any lube in here. If you want to
make it easier for her I strongly recommend that you
get down here and use your tongue to get her ready for
my cock. You don't have to of course. It's up to you."

I knew that the idea was not for me to make it easier
for her. The idea was to humiliate us. But he was
right. It would make it easier for her and I wanted
that.

I moved behind her and I could see the cum from the
three boys running down her thighs. The smell was
strong and unpleasant. But what I had to put up with
was nothing compared to what Ray was requiring of her.
I bent down and spread the cheeks of her ass and began
to lick her little pink asshole.

I knew that he had fucked her ass several times
already. I had been powerd to watch him do it once. The
use didn't show though. And when I stiffened my
tongue and pushed it into her tight little hole I
couldn't tell that she had been ****d there.

She smiled up at me and said, "I know that. I think
it's great that when I do this for you it's because we
are in love and you aren't just using me. I love doing
it for you. Even when I wasn't very good at it I liked
doing it for you. Now shut the fuck up and let me work
here."

I laughed and looked at the love in her eyes and it was
almost overwhelming. I watched as she began to kiss and
lick my cock and our eyes stayed locked together as she
took my cock into her mouth and began to slowly work
her lips all the way down to the base of it. I'm no
porn star. My cock is just a little less than seven
inches long and I had not seen many hard ons until the
last few day but I guess I'm just about average in
thickness. But it looked awful damn big as it
disappeared into her mouth and I could not begin to
imagine what it must be like to take something like
that into your throat. I sure as hell couldn't do it!

But damn that felt so fucking good! Watching it happen
was the most exciting thing you can imagine. And she
honestly looked like she was enjoying herself. I know
that when I am eating her pussy I love it. I love how
excited she gets and how much pleasure that I can bring
to her. But it doesn't hurt me to eat her pussy and I
don't have to put anything down my throat.

I watched until I couldn't stand it anymore. I lay back
and closed my eyes and started gasping and then she
pulled back and finished me with her hand, taking my
cum into her mouth as if it was the most delicious
thing she ever tasted.

I have tasted my cum. I happen to know it doesn't taste
good. It tastes just as bad as it smells. But she
didn't seem to mind at all. I guess maybe she does love
me.

I pulled her up on top of me when I had finished and
she had swallowed. She was smiling and we said, "I love
you," in unimister. I held her tight and we kissed and
there wasn't any question that we loved each other.

I kissed her for several minutes and then I rolled her
over and started kissing my way down her beautiful,
sexy body. As I did she reached down and lifted my head
and said, "Baby you don't have to do that every time I
do it for you. I do it because I love you and because I
love pleasing you. It isn't necessary for you to return
the favor every time."

I smiled and said, "Erin, I have never in my life eaten
a pussy because I had to! I love you and I love eating
your pussy and I would happily do it every day."

She released my head and asked, "Can I get that in
writing?"

I kissed her navel and said, "I am pretty sure I had it
put in our marriage vows. We'll have to get the DVD of
the ceremony out this weekend and listen for it."

I kissed my way down to her pussy and as I worked my
way in between her legs I remembered how excited she
had got, even through the fear, as I had eaten her ass
earlier at Ray's insistence. I gently lifted her legs
and kissed all around for a moment before I lifted her
a little more and rested my mouth between her ass
cheeks.

She moaned and said, "Oh god Dean! You knew?"

I paused to say, "Oh yeah baby. You like this."

She was embarrassed and she moaned and covered her face
with her hands as my tongue began teasing her pink
little hole. She gasped and her body jumped like I had
hit her with a taser. She let go a muffled scream and
as I ate her ass out I reached around and teased her
clit with my fingers. She came hard. She reached down
and pulled my hair and this time her scream wasn't
muffled. She called out loudly and her body went rigid
with lust.

I let her come down, kissing her ass cheeks and her
thighs as she started to unclench her whole body. When
she was lying flat again I turned my attention to her
soaking wet pussy and happily ate her to several more
orgasm.

When she couldn't stand another one she pushed me away
and then pulled me up over her. She licked her juices
from my face in a sexual fog and then she whispered,
"Would you like to fuck me there? Would you like to
fuck my ass baby?"

I actually hadn't thought about it! It wasn't something
that I had ever thought about doing as far as I can
recall. I love her cute ass. It turns me on to look at
it and to touch it. But I had never really felt any
desire to stick my dick in it.

I had a hard on. Eating her pussy always turned me on.
And I did want to make love to her. But I found that I
really would rather put it where it belonged. I bent
down and kissed her and then I said, "Unless you have a
burning desire to do that, I have to be honest. It
isn't something that ever appealed to me. I would
rather do this.

I slid my cock into her juicy pussy slowly and she
sighed with pleasure as I entered her. She put her arms
around my neck and pulled me down on top of her and
cried out, "Oh Dean! I love you so much!"

Then she started to cry. That stopped me and I tried to
pull away to see what was wrong. She wouldn't let me
go. She cried out, "NO! Don't stop! Oh Dean, don't ever
stop! I love you so much. Now fuck me god damn it!"

She was really getting a lot of use out of that word
now. Oh well, under the circumstances, what the fuck!

Erin wrapped her legs around me and lifted her ass off
that bed, pounding back at me as hard as those boys had
pounded into her earlier today. I had never fucked her
this violently but I did now. I fucked her hard and
fast and she went crazy. She made sounds that I had
never heard a human make before and there was no
question that they were the sounds of passion.

We almost never came at the same time. Usually I came
first and finished her off with my fingers or my mouth.
Sometimes she was feeling horny and she came first,
though that wasn't very often. But this time we came
together and it was amazing, and it was violent. We
were pounding against each other so hard I was sure
that she was going to be bruised in the morning.

Just as we came her fingers went to my back and she dug
her nails in, something she had never done before. For
some reamister that put me right over the edge and I
yelled nearly as loud as she did.

I lay over her when it was over. I was resting my
weight on my elbows but my head was next to hers and I
was kissing her ear and telling her how much I love
you. She had begun to cry again and she was chanting
softly over and over, "I love you baby. I love you with
all of my heart."

My soft cock was still inside of her and I felt her
pussy milking me for the last drops of my cum. I lifted
my lips to hers and we kissed for the longest time.

I finally rolled off of her and took her in my arms and
we lay like that for the longest time. It felt so good
to be that close to the woman you love with your entire
being and I honest have no idea how long we stayed like
that. I know that when I finally let her go and glanced
at the clock it was too late to read.

She saw me look at the clock and she looked and said,
"Oh my god! How long were we…Jesus Dean! We came to bed
more than two hours ago!"

I kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Yeah, turns out
you ain't such a bum fuck after all."

She smiled and said, "Aww, you say the sweetest
things!"

We were both hot and sweaty and although we were
reluctant to get out of bed we went to the bathroom and
took a quick shower and then came back to bed. I didn't
feel like reading any longer. We held each other for a
few more minutes and the next thing I knew it was time
to get up.

We went through our normal morning routine. The dress
that Erin was required to wear today was definitely not
the sort of thing you would wear to work. But compared
to the things she had been wearing all week it seemed
pretty conservative. It was short of course. But it was
no shorter than the others she had worn. It was
backless, but her breasts were covered. Compared to the
outfits she had been wearing this was positively prim!
I figured there was a catch though. With Ray there
always is.

We got to work and Ray was just unlocking the door as
we pulled up. He looked at us as we climbed the stairs
to the loading dock and he said, "That's not right
Erin. Here, let me show you."

He turned her around and untied the strap behind her
neck that held the front of her dress in place. He
looked around her body as he loosely retied the strap
with a great deal more slack in the front.

Erin rolled her eyes as she realized what he was doing.
I thought it looked awful, not sexy at all. The front
of her dress hung loosely and the sides of her breasts
were exposed but it wasn't really sexy. I guess it
provided him with better access to her breasts. He
seemed satisfied.

We went about our regular day. He worked all day today.
The store was busy for a while. A lot of people had put
off coming in yesterday and it got pretty busy in there
a couple of times. When that happened Ray sent Erin out
to help. I would help the customers while she ran the
register.

Now I saw what Ray had in mind when he adjusted her
dress. When she was moving around, bending down to get
a bag from under the counter for instance, her breast
was exposed almost to the nipple.

A lot of men stayed around to talk after they made
their purchases. Because they stayed they were there
when the strap around her neck finally slipped loose
and fell to her waist.

She quickly tied it back, loosely as Ray required, but
not before a half a dozen of the townspeople saw her
naked breasts. The silence when it happened was
deafening. But after a moment Erin shrugged her
shoulders and said, "Shit happens!"

Her audience laughed and the tension melted away. They
continued to stick around and hope for a recurrence
though.

It did happen again. There was a different crowd
though. It happened in the early afternoon. The guys
certainly got a kick out of it and Erin almost seemed
to be getting used to being on display. She blushed and
she was obviously uncomfortable. But not like the first
times she had been powerd to display her body to the
general public.

At 4:30 P.M. Ray and Erin came out and he said, "I want
you two to go home and get ready for this evening.
Erin, take a shower and put on the outfit that I
indicated was for tonight. Check that cunt. I don't
want to find any stubble there. Dean, change into your
black suit and get your new hat ready. I will come by
and pick you up after I close the store. I want you
both ready and standing at the curb when I get there."

I took Erin's hand and as we started for the door her
damned top fell down again. I let go of her hand and
she retied it as we made our way out the back.

We went straight home and got ready. It didn't take me
long. I just had to put my suit on. I sat in the chair
by the window waiting for Erin. I listened to her in
the shower and when she finally came out she came over
and kissed me and ran her hands over her pussy. She
smiled and said, "Smooth as a baby. Wanna feel?"

I smiled and ran my fingers over her smooth pussy. As I
was doing that she said, "Dean, I don't know what's
going to happen tonight but I want you to keep your
cool. Promise me."

I reached around and cupped her ass and said, "I'll
promise to try, as long as you aren't getting hurt."

She said, "NO! I don't want to hear you'll try and I
don't want any exceptions. They aren't going to do
anything to me that I won't get over. I want you to
promise to let me take care of myself. If I need your
help I will ask for it. I mean it."

I looked up at her and said, "I can say the words Erin.
But there is only so much that I'll take. Now go get
dressed. I suspect it won't take long. I doubt if there
is very much to this outfit you are going to wear."

She sighed and said, "There isn't. I've seen it. But at
least we are going to the city. I won't see anyone that
I know. Or more to the point, nobody I know will see
me."

She went into her closet and came back out with a
small, black bit of nothing much at all in one hand and
a pair of black high heels in the other.

She set the shoes down and pulled the thing she had to
wear tonight over her head. I couldn't believe it!

I looked at Erin and exclaimed, "It's a fucking slip!"

She just nodded.

The slip was mostly sheer material and lace. It was
scooped so low in the back that more than an inch of
the top of her butt crack was exposed. The material
over her breasts was sheer and there was a strip of
lace around the bottom that wasn't quite sheer. But if
you looked at it in the right light you could make out
the slit between her legs.

I looked up at her and asked, "Did he tell you where we
are going?"

She shook her head. She moved over and stood in front
of the mirror and saw how nearly naked she was. She
groaned and shook her head again. Then she turned back
around to face me and said, "Pretty hot, huh?"

I didn't bother to answer. We still had fifteen or
twenty minutes before we had to go stand out front. The
neighbors had been seeing a lot of Erin lately. They
were really going to love this outfit. We went
downstairs and I offered her a highball.

She thought about it for a minute and said, "I guess it
couldn't hurt. I don't like takeing on an empty
stomach but I have a feeling that this will be a hard
night to be sober."

He looked at me and the gun and at his terror stricken
mister and asked, "Why are going to ******* Ray, Dean?"

I smiled and said, "It needs to be done. I wouldn't
hurt you though. I've always liked you Mr. Nash. So you
had best leave now."

Mr. Nash came into the living room and came over and
stood beside me. He didn't try to stop me and he didn't
get between us. In a very reamisterable voice he said,
"Did he do something to Erin?"

I nodded.

He gave Ray a dirty look and asked me, "Did he hurt
her?"

I looked up at him long enough that Ray thought he
could make a break for the door. I slammed the gun down
on the back of his neck and stunned him. He dropped to
the floor like a rock. I nudged him with my toe and he
struggled to turn over. I said, "You better get back in
your chair Ray. It's going to take you a long time to
die. You'll want to be comfortable."

He was crying now and begging me not to hurt him.

Mr. Nash looked disgusted. I felt sorry for him. A
man shouldn't see his mister like this. I said, "Mr.
Nash, this is going to be unpleasant. You really should
leave."

He said, "Maybe. Tell me what this is all about first."

I looked at him. I guess he had the right to know. So I
told him. I told him every dirty detail right from the
beginning. Well, I didn't go all the way back to high
school, but from the time that Ruth had retired because
she couldn't stand working for him. When I told him
about tonight I told him everything.

He listened with a sick look on his face and when I was
done telling him he gulped down his beer and asked, "Is
Erin okay?"

I sighed and said, "I'm not sure. She didn't want to go
to the emergency room. I'll wait until tomorrow and
decide if she has to or not."

He looked at my wrists and said, "It looks like you
could use some stitches there mister."

I nodded and said, "Maybe. I imagine they'll take care
of that when they arrest me."

Mr. Nash said, "What about Erin? What happens to her
when you go to jail?"

I laughed wryly and said, "It couldn't be any worse
than what happened to her when I wasn't in jail. I
wasn't much of a husband to her this past week."

Mr. Nash responded, "It sounds to me like you did what
you thought you had to do."

He turned to look at Ray who was cringing in terror in
his chair, waiting for the bullet in his guts. He
sighed and said, "It saddens me. I always suspected
that there was something a little off with him when he
was young. I thought he would outgrow it. I thought he
had outgrown it. Maybe you're right. He needs *******ing
for what he did."

Ray shook his head violently and cried out to his
man. He kept saying he was sorry and pleading for
mercy but I knew who he was sorry for. He was sorry for
himself.

Mr. Nash said, "Dean, I know he deserves *******ing, but
I'm going to ask you not to do it. Not because I don't
want you to do it. I think you'd be doing the world a
favor. But you and Erin mean a lot to me and I would
hate to see you go to primister. I have a better idea."

I looked at him and he said, "Hold on. Sit down and let
me get you a beer. You look like you need one."

I couldn't argue with that. I really did need a beer. I
sat in the recliner behind me and Mr. Nash went and got
us both a beer. He handed me mine and asked, "Did you
know that this house is in my name? When we built it we
put it in my name because Ray didn't have the money to
pay the taxes or the insurance. I already owned the
land and I supplied the material and me and my friends
did most of the work on it. It's mine. That Lincoln out
front is mine too. I can do any damn thing I want with
them. And the hardware store I worked all my life to
build up. That's mine too. I used to love working there
but I have to tell you, I love being retired. I
wouldn't want to go back."

I said, "What is your idea Mr. Nash. It's getting late
and I want to go back and say goodbye to Erin before I
turn myself in."

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Son, I'm
not going to stop you if you want to do it. I agree he
earned it. To be honest, I know of some other stuff
he's done that would turn your stomach too. I've had to
get him out of trouble more than once. But let me
suggest that instead of *******ing him and ruining your
life and Erin's life you let him live. You let him
leave here. Leave this town. I don't care where he goes
as long as I never see his face again. You take over
the hardware store. You were better at it anyway. The
customers like you. You take his car and I'll put the
house up for sale and I don't care how he gets out of
here, but if he isn't gone by this time tomorrow I'll
******* him myself. I think if you were to ask Erin she
would prefer that solution. What do you think?"

I laughed and said, "Mr. Nash, I love you like my
man. But you couldn't ******* anyone."

He chuckled and said, "I suspect you are right. But I
know some lumberjacks that could beat him to within an
inch of his life and make him wish he was dead. Hell,
it just might do him some good."

I thought it over for a few minutes and asked, "Could
you really do that Mr. Nash. To him I mean. He is your
mister."

Mr. Nash said, "No Dean. He isn't my mister anymore. I
don't have a mister. I have always been pretty fond of you
though and I'd hate to see you end up in jail over that
piece of trash whining in the corner over there. But
like I said, if you want to ******* him I won't stop you."

Ray cried out "Daddy!"

Mr. Nash glared at him and said, "You are no mister of
mine you sick fuck!"

I had known Mr. Nash all of my life and I had never
heard him swear!

He stared down at Ray and said, "I'm not doing this for
you Ray. I honestly don't want to see Dean suffer
anymore because of you. I want you out of here by this
time tomorrow, if he don't shoot you that is. I never
want to see you again. You leave without the car. You
can take anything you can manage to carry and you can
have the money in your bank account, even though you
don't deserve it. Now give me your keys, all of them."

Ray pointed to a key ring on the coffee table and Mr.
Nash asked, "Where's the other set?"

Ray pointed to a hook by the door and Mr. Nash took
them too. He turned back to Ray and said, "I wasn't
kidding about the lumberjacks Ray. If you aren't out of
here by this time tomorrow I'll have them put you in
the hospital. Providing Dean doesn't shoot you."

He turned back to me and said, "I'll come by tomorrow
and see how Erin is doing. And on Monday I'll talk to
the lawyers about putting the car and the store in your
name. Hell, you were always more of a mister to me than
Ray was anyway."

He paused and said, "I won't blame you if you shoot him
Dean. But I hope you don't, for your sake, and for
Erin's."

Mr. Nash handed me Ray's keys and turned to leave. On
the way out he said, "You might better take the Lincoln
when you leave Dean. I don't trust him to not have
another key."

Ray called out to him again as he left but Mr. Nash
just gave him a disgusted look and left.

I sat there for a long time staring at Ray. He was
sweating bullets. He tried to beg a little more but I
was tired of listening to him and I told him to shut
up. I finally made up my mind. I couldn't stand the
thought of Erin being alone. I got to my feet and
walked over and pointed the gun at his gut and said,
"The next time I see you I will ******* you Ray. If there
is anything in your life you believe in, you believe in
that." I started to leave then but I stopped and asked,
"Where are those phony records you claim to have?"

He managed to tell me between his sobs that they didn't
exist. There was only the set that he had given Erin to
scare her.

He collapsed into a quivering mass and cried like a
little girl as I turned and left. I stepped outside and
looked at the Lincoln. Well, my car was eight years
old. What the hell. I got in and drove to the hardware
store.

It was almost midnight when I got there. I went in and
hand lettered a sign that said the store was going to
be closed Saturday morning for a family emergency and
then I went home.

When I got upstairs Erin was just coming out of the
bathroom. She was bent over holding her stomach and I
rushed to her side and helped her to the bed. As I was
covering her up she felt the gun in my jacket pocket
and she panicked.

She struggled to get up and I had to hold her down and
tell her over and over that everything was okay. She
still couldn't talk but it was obvious from her
expression that I was going to have to tell her the
whole story or she wouldn't go back to relax.

I told her everything that had happened after I had put
her to bed. I couldn't tell how she felt. She hardly
reacted to any of it. I finally told her that I was
just going down and get her some fresh water and then I
was going to join her in bed.

She wouldn't let me leave until I handed her the gun.
She put it in her nightstand and I went down and got
her some fresh water and came back to our bedroom. I
helped her sit up and take some more Tylenol and she
watched me like a hawk while I undressed and got in
bed.

She couldn't lie on her side, it hurt too much. But I
lay beside her and held her hand and told her how sorry
I was and I promised that I would never let anyone hurt
her again.

We finally went to relax and she slept through most of
the morning. I was up at the usual time. I took a
shower and got dressed and made coffee and sat in the
chair by the bedroom window and watched her relax.

Mr. Nash came over about ten and I went down and let
him in. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "I
went by to see what you decided. He's gone. He took his
clothes and he's gone."

I said, "I'm sorry Mr. Nash. I know that must be hard
for you."

Mr. Nash said, "No, not really. That boy never let me
or is lady get close to him. We did everything we
could for him because that's what a parent does. But we
knew that he had problems. When he started in at
college he seemed better. I thought he had finally got
right until the problems with Kathy. She told us some
of why she left him. I wasn't kidding last night when I
said the world would be a better place if you shot him.
He is going to hurt someone else someday. But I don't
want you and Erin to suffer any more than you already
are. It's better this way. How is Erin?"

I shrugged. "She slept well. She's still arelax. I'm
waiting for her to wake up to see if we need to go to
the hospital."

I heard a sound behind me and there she was in her
bathrobe. She was limping and holding her stomach as
she walked. She smiled at Mr. Nash and then turned to
me and in a horrible, raspy voice she said, "What does
a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?"

I went to her and held her and kissed her. Then I said,
"You sound like cuckolds brownie! I think we should go to the
hospital baby."

She pushed me away and said, "Coffee! And coffee for
Mr. Nash."

I looked at him and I was surprised to see tears in his
eyes. He wiped them away quickly and I asked him if he
wanted some coffee. He nodded and when I went to get it
he supported Erin and helped her to a chair. Then he
picked up the phone and called Doc Williams and asked
him to come over and bring his bag.

I guess that settled that.

I came back out with the coffee and Mr. Nash was trying
to apologize to Erin.

Erin held her fingers up to his lips and rasped out,
"Don't be silly Mr. Nash."

He said, "Would you two do me a favor? I'd appreciate
it if you would call me dad. Do you mind?"

I smiled at him and said, "We would be honored."

Erin nodded.

Doc Williams, one of the two town doctors showed up in
about fifteen minutes. He was told as much as he needed
to know and we left him alone with Erin and went out on
the front porch. He came and got us in about twenty
minutes and when we got back inside Erin was smiling
and in a slightly more normal voice she said, "See, I
told you I was okay."

I looked at Doc Williams and he said, "She has suffered
some trauma and there was some damage. But it isn't
anything serious and she is young. In a week she'll be
good as new. I gave her a couple of prescriptions but
they are just for the pain for a couple of days. I'll
want to know if she isn't better by this time next week
though."

I thanked him profusely and when I tried to pay him Mr.
Nash said, "Bill me Doc."

There was no talking sense to either of them.

Between the stuff that Doc Williams sprayed down her
throat and the hot coffee, Erin was able to talk almost
normally in about half an hour. We talked about Ray a
little but just to answer a few question for our new
dad. He was upset that I hadn't come to him when this
all started.

Actually, I was upset too. It didn't even occur to me.
But I don't think that I could be expected to think
that man would side with me over his mister, even when the
mister was Ray.

I asked him what he had told Mrs. Nash.

He said, "Everything, except I left out the gory
details. She was pretty upset. She was a lady to the
boy for a long time. You don't forget that. But I think
she feels even worse about what he did to you two. I
tried to get her to come over and visit but she was too
ashamed."

I said, "We'll get her over that. I feel sorry about
Ray though. I understand how hard it is for her. You
guys didn't know a lot of the things he did growing up.
This must me a shock to have it turn out like this all
of a sudden."

Mr. Nash said, "We heard some of it, a lot of it even.
In a town like this word gets around. But what can you
do? I talked to Doc Williams about it now and then and
told him what I knew. Doc told me that unless he really
stepped in it, or unless we had more than rumors then
there wasn't much we could do."

Mr. Nash left after that. I brought some loose clothes
down for Erin and we sat out on the porch for a while.
I made her soup for lunch and we sat in silence most of
the time. I wished that I had not said that I would
only be closed in the morning. I felt obligated to go
in and open the store. I hated leaving Erin alone. She
smiled and said, "If it's going to be your store you
better start being a lot more dependable than Ray was."

She was better by the middle of next week. She was well
enough to go to work. Mr. Nash was as good as his word
and there was a hell of a lot of paperwork involved but
Erin and I now own a hardware store.

It took a while to live down what happened at the Dairy
Queen. But word got around about Ray and the people
that had heard about what happened at Dairy Queen
eventually heard about Ray and after a while it all
died down.

No one ever heard from or about Ray again. I always
half expected to read something about him in the paper
but I never did.

With the help of Mr. Nash and some of his many
connections we started putting the word out about Mel
and George. Their business began to quickly dry up all
over the Northeast and in two years they were bankrupt.
It was less than they deserved but we got some
satisfaction out of it.

I was surprised at how quickly Erin recovered. And not
just physically! Within a few weeks she was her old
self again. She had that ready laugh and that sweet
smile and even though she went back to wearing her old
clothes she was still real popular with the customers
and I know that a lot of the guys came in to shop just
because of her.

Word got around to the Atkins brothers too I guess.
They hadn't come in for a long time and I finally drove
out there one day and assured them that we missed them
as customers and that Erin wasn't upset with them. They
finally came in one day and Erin couldn't get them to
stop apologizing. They finally settled down and got
over it though. She kissed them both on the cheek
before they left the store and you should have seen
them blush.

The End

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What would you do if you came home and found your
husband tied to the bed and a younger black girl
sitting on his face while he was tonguing her ass? The
same as myself, I supposed. Bad move.

I had just finished my morning jog Saturday morning. I
had told Paul I was going to help a friend cook a meal
but when I got there, she had an emergency and wouldn't
be there till late night. I jogged back to the house
figuring maybe I could have sex with Paul today. It had
been a long time. A car was in the garage that I didn't
know so I creped in case it was a business partner. I
was sweaty and in jogging suit, which I was sure, would
be very unattractive.

When I looked in the bedroom door, there they were. Her
eyes were close as the tongue in her ass was surely
getting her off. I went off in a rage. Walking to the
bed, I slapped her across the face as hard as I could
telling her to get her fucking ass off. She fell off
the side of the bed in shock as I looked down on her. I
could see fire in her eyes and I wanted to shove my
hand up her face good. I'll take care of buster later.

She dived across the bed before I expected anything and
I felt her head in the gut of my stomach knocking me
back against the wall. Holding my stomach, I grabbed
her hair and pulled her towards me. I was going to pull
her hair up and slap that face. Before I could, I felt
a punch in my stomach again as I once again banged back
to the wall. As I held my stomach, a kick landing
between my legs setting my cunt on fire. I tried to
reach it, only to have a punch to my face. That was all
I reminded of my short fight.

I awoke naked on the floor. My legs were tossed over my
head and tied to one bedpost above so that my ass was
pointing straight up in the air. My arms had been tied
behind my back. A chair was to my side as I saw her
sitting there grinning down at me.

"I sent the worm to pick up some things for me;" she
smiled down at my helplessness and exposure. The
bastard had been my slave for a year now. "While you
were sucking his cock, I was beating it," she taunted.
"I always wanted to now what it would be like to have a
rich white cunt such as you as my slave."

"Go to hell," I yelled.

She reached down and grabbed my pussy hairs almost
pulling them out by the root as I screamed in pain.

"Better watch that tongue of yours sweetie." She
warned. "I have plenty of uses for it but one is not to
smart mouth me when I tell you something."

I struggled with the bonds as she watched smiling
realizing there was no way I was going to get free of
them. Seeing it was useless, I tried to make a deal
with her if she would let me loose. I even told her she
could have the bastard if she wanted and the house.

"I want you too dear," she said. Lighting a cigarette
still smiling at me. "I love a new challenge."

"Bitch," I screamed, "when I get loose I'm going to
wipe that face of yours in my yard. You bitch."

She leaned the cigarette over my ass and flicked the
ashes on my asshole as I screamed in pain.

"I think that would be a great idea to rub your face in
the yard," she said. She took another drag on her smoke
as I just looked up.

"From now on, my name is mistress, and you are slut,"
she told me. "Now tell me who I am and who you are."

I kept my mouth close.

"I'll tell her... Argghhhhh!"

The ashes hit my asshole again. "Tell me."

"Your mistress and I am slut," I yelled in pain.

She flicked some more ashes as I screamed.

"Next time don't hesitate." She warned again.

"My sluts love to eat my ass and pussy out. Do you want
to slut?" She asked smiling.

"Yes mistress," I yelled, "I love to eat your pussy
out." I just couldn't say the word ass with pussy. I
watch her flick the cigarette again.

""Argggggg. Please, I love to eat your ass." I yelled.

"That's better," she said. Slowly she got up and turned
my ass more towards the bed so my face was now
available for her sadistic games.

"Let’s see how good you can be," she said.

I watched in fear, as she slowly lowered her brown ass
downward towards my face.

When it was about 2 inches about my mouth, she stopped.

"I like it kissed all over first by my sluts. Kiss my
ass all over and beg to lick it." She told me.

I glanced up at her brown asshole only inches above. I
just couldn't say it. Ashes fell on my ass crack as I
yelled in pain and then started kissing her cheeks in
earnest.

"Beg between kisses slut." She warned again.

I started smacking her ass with my lips begging to lick
her ass.

"Between the cheeks too. Pucker those lips of yours and
French kiss my asshole." She yelled from above.

I started kissing her asshole between her cheeks still
begging to lick it. The fear of her pushing that
cigarette in my asshole was all the motivation I needed
to keep going.

Slowly she brought her ass downwards till my nose was
buried between her cheeks and my mouth was pressed on
her asshole.

"Use that tongue of yours slut. Push it in and like the
cock you like to have between your legs." She
commanded.

I started working my tongue in her asshole. I had made
Paul lick my asshole several times in the past and knew
what turned me on. Her ass was rocking up and down on
it as I continued to push it in.

"Deeper slut. Get your tongue in deeper." She yelled
out.

I struggled under the weight of her ass to get my
tongue deeper in her tail hole. She was starting to
massage my clit and somehow I found I was wet there. I
was starting to enjoy myself licking a black woman
asshole. I worked harder hoping she would rub my clit
more so I could get off. My ass was wiggling above in
anticipation of her hand.

Then she stopped.

Slowly she got up leaving me moaning on the floor.

"Not bad for the first time," she said looking at my
red face. She put her foot over my mouth. "Open up. I'm
going to put my foot in so you can suck it."

I opened my mouth expecting a toe or two, but that
wasn't to be. She was trying to get all her toes in as
my mouth was stretched as far as it would go. She had
all five toes in and my mouth felt like it was going to
be split wide.

"Now suck slut. Suck like the bitch you are." She
demanded.

I tried to suck her toes and use my tongue when I
could. I could see her smiling face above as I
struggled to please the bitch.

She slowly withdrew her foot and went to the dresser
drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo that I use when
Paul wasn't available.

"What is this slut?" she questioned. "Paul said you
like to play with it when he was gone."

"That's my dildo mistress," I replied. Gosh I hoped she
was going to ram it in my cunt. I was so horny I felt
like it would make me cum in two pushes.

Instead, she walked to the chair and sat down.
Spreading her legs wide so I had a good view of her
cunt; she started rubbing her clit with it as I stared
in anguish. That my dildo I wanted to say. Give me my
cock.

She started working it in and out her pussy, as mine
cringed at the thought that my cunt needed it.

"Please fuck my pussy mistress," I yelled.

She ignored me as I pleaded, continuing to push it in
and out her cunt. My cunt was on fire. I needed that
dong.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me mistress," I yelled. "Fuck
your whore."

She slowly withdrew the dildo from her cunt smiling.
She lowered the dildo to my cunt and started rubbing my
clit with it.

"Please mistress. Please," I begged, wiggling my ass
trying to get it in.

All of a sudden, I felt it lowered to my asshole.

"Noooooo," I yelled. "Not there."

She ignored my yelled and pushed it at least an inch
before I could move. My ass was loose some all the cum
dripping down and had little resistance as she
continued to push it in. I yelled in pain as my asshole
felt like it was being ripped open. Finally it was in
as I tried to relax the muscles down there. Somehow
the damn thing started feeling good as she massaged my
clit again with her hand.

"Tell mistress to fuck your ass slut." She smiled.

I needed a cock bad.

"Fuck my ass mistress," I yelled. "Fuck me."

Mistress continued to probe the dildo in and out my ass
while rubbing my clit.

I came in no time shaking all over as she laughed at my
sluttish performance.

"Time to please mistress," she said, leaving the dildo
in my ass this time she faced me and lower her hairy
cunt to my face. I reached my head up as soon as it was
in reach and started lapping her cunt. This was the
most dramatic cum I had ever had and I wanted her
pussy. I lapped her clitty first and then started
working my tongue up her cunt hole while she moaned
from above. I was like an natural that couldn't get
enough of her beautiful cunt. When she came and finally
got up, I begged to continue tonguing her pussy or ass.

"Later slut," she said, "I'm going to untie you from
the bed but leave your hands and feet tied. Don't want
my pet to run away now do I."

She helped lowered my legs back to the carpet as the
dildo plunged up my ass. I had forgotten all about it
in my climax till it struck carpet and painfully pushed
deep in my butt. She laughed as I tried to shift my ass
to the side to get the pressure off. As my hands were
released, I laid on the carpet in exhaustion.

She placed her foot at the entrance of my pussy and
started pressing her big toe in.

"Whose pussy is this slut?" She quizzed me.

"Yours mistress," I cried out. "Fuck it with your toe."

She toyed with it for several minutes and then pulled
it out and brought it to my face.

"Clean my toe slut." She commanded.

I swallowed her toe, sucking it like a bottle. Finally,
she figured I had enough and pulled it away.

"Get on your belly slut." She demanded.

Slowly I rolled over with my plugged ass presented and
tits to the floor. She placed her foot on the dildo and
started pushing it slowly in my asshole and then
lifting up repeated the action.

"Whose ass is this slut?" She asked again.

"Yours mistress. Fuck my ass mistress." I begged.

"Pick your ass up slut. For slapping me earlier I'm
going to slap your prettier face for a while. Your
ass." She told me. "Each time I slap it I expect you to
ask me to do it again. Is that understood?"

I lifted my ass off the carpet for my punishment. "Yes
mistress," I said.

She started slapping my ass hard with her palm as I
begged her to slap my bad ass again. She was enjoying
my squirming on the carpet knowing my tits were getting
burned. I lost count of the slaps after awhile just
trying to remember to ask for another after each hit.
Tears were flowing from my eyes as my ass was on fire
in back. She gave it one final slap and demanded I get
on my knees before her. When I did, she gave my face a
hard slap.

"That's so you will know your proper place around
here." She warned me. "Instead of having that wimp of
yours part time, I think I am going to enjoy using both
of you full time. Would you like that slut? Me beating
your ass all the time."

"Yes mistress," I replied. "I am your slut."

She laughed at me and then went to the dresser drawers
going through my underclothes. She tried on several
items having me come over and lick her pussy with them
on and tell her how much better they looked on her. She
came on one pair while I was licking her and took them
off and put them on my head demanding I clean them with
my tongue. The bitch was driving me wild like Paul
could never achieve. I wanted to be her slave forever
as my pussy was soaking wet hoping to get my face back
between her legs.

There was a noise in the living room while I was busy
still licking her ass in a pair of my black panties.

"That's must be Candy." She said. "Hi dear. Glad you
could make it."

At the entrance of the bedroom door stood my husband
black secretary Cynthia, nickname Candy. I had always
despised the woman and try to get her fired on many
occasions in the past. I always thought she was a good
for nothing whore and why my husband hired her were
beyond me.

"I told your bitch to get my toys out of the car,"
Candy said. "Oh yeah, I'm really going to enjoy my new
bitch. Look at that big ripe ass just begging to be
spanked."

My mistress got up leaving me on my knees in panic.
They must have known each other the whole time and my
husband. I couldn't run with my hands and feet still
tied and by butt still had the dildo inside even
through it was close to slipping out.

"Candy is going to help me train you slut like she did
with that bitch husband of yours," my mistress (Kat)
said as she passed Candy going out. "Have fun with the
slut. I got a few things for the bitch to do."

Candy was standing there grinning down with a leer
smile across her face. She lifted her dress exposing
her large black nude body in front of me.

"We are going to have so much fun," she said. Reaching
down she started rubbing her clit with her hand as I
remained on my knees staring up in horror at my present
situation. The smile alone told me my ass was grass and
she was standing rubbing her cunt in preparation.

She stuck her hand forward and waved a finger at me to
get over there with a large grin. Failing to see any
choice, I started moving forward on my knees hoping to
avoid what was sure to become a most pleasant evening
for me. As I arrived, she told me to open my mouth as
she shoved the two fingers in her cunt in my throat.

"Yes bitch, we are going to have all kinds of fun. All
those times you have been bossing me around; I've been
taking them out on your bitch husband." She said. "And
now I have you to play with. Get use to the taste. Your
mouth is going to be getting a lot of it in the
future."

I sucked her fingers while she continued to taunt me.

"Remember the day you told me to get you lunch or
you'll get my butt fired?" She asked. "I wanted to
plant my foot so deep in your ass you wouldn't be able
to walk for days. And to think, I might do it today.
You're my bitch now honey so when I tell you to move
your ass it better move now or it will wish it did."

She withdrew her fingers and grabbed my hair lifting me
up to my feet. My hair felt like it was being pulled up
by the roots. Grabbing my tits by the nipples, she
pulled me close to her.

"Play with my clit slut while you French kiss me. Show
me what a bitch you are." She pulled the nipples hard
and tight as I pushed out my tongue trying to get it in
her mouth as far as I could. My hands still tied in
front beneath and was stroking her cunt as she
continued pinching and pulling my nipples. I was
squirming all over as she sucked my tongue deep in her
mouth and I started working it around inside.

I felt her hands finally release my nipples and reached
to my side grabbing my ass cheeks with her palm and
goosing them as I continued to tongue her mouth. She
found the dildo and started pushing it in and out. My
fingers were soaking wet down below and knew I was
getting her off as I was myself starting to work up an
orgasm tonguing her mouth while my ass was being
***d. Finally, she stopped and pushed my face back.

"On your knees bitch. Finish my cunt with your tongue."
She commanded me.

I got down and pushed my face in her hairy bush.
Finding her clit, I started licking up and down on it
soaking in all her juices as she grinded her cunt in my
face.

"Get your tongue in my pussy bitch." She yelled.

I worked my way to her pussy hole and pushed my tongue
inside. Working it in and out like I normally enjoy, it
wasn't long till she was rocking all over my face
cumming on it. She pushed me away again and walked over
to the bed and lay on her stomach.

"I have another hole that needs attention bitch." She
smiled.

I crawled forward slowly to the back of the bed staring
at her huge ass globes knowing what she expected. She
had pushed herself back far enough so I could lick it
on my knees on the end of the bed. I crawled between
her legs and started running my tongue over each of her
ass cheeks and then working in between them. She was
moaning as my tongue found her asshole and wiggling her
ass cheeks on my face in response.

"Eat my cuckolds brownie bitch." She laughed.

I started working my tongue in her asshole. It was
rather clean and loose as I worked it as far as I could
and then started using it as a small dildo. Despite all
the offense, I was beginning to get very turn-on
tonguing her big butt. I was trying to use my thighs
to get some kind of fiction on my cunt going which was
dripping down my legs.

"If you come without my permission, I have to slap that
twat of yours till you can't walk," she said, knowing I
must have been getting close.

I tried to focus on other things as I continued to fuck
her asshole with my tongue. She wasn't going to let me
off easy as it felt like 20 minutes before she finally
told me I could stop.

"Stand up bitch. Tell me you're an as stinking white
bitch who wants to be her mistress bitch." She yelled.

Slowly I got up.

"I'm an ass licking white bitch that wants to be your
bitch mistress," I said, still gasping for air.

She made me repeat it several times as she rubbed her
clit and smiled at my offense.

Get your white ass over my lap bitch. I'm going to show
you what to expect if you disobey me.

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Mais s'il vous plait, continuez à nous donner des textes dans la langue de Molière !!

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What would you do if you came home and found your
husband tied to the bed and a younger black girl
sitting on his face while he was tonguing her ass? The
same as myself, I supposed. Bad move.

I had just finished my morning jog Saturday morning. I
had told Paul I was going to help a friend cook a meal
but when I got there, she had an emergency and wouldn't
be there till late night. I jogged back to the house
figuring maybe I could have sex with Paul today. It had
been a long time. A car was in the garage that I didn't
know so I creped in case it was a business partner. I
was sweaty and in jogging suit, which I was sure, would
be very unattractive.

When I looked in the bedroom door, there they were. Her
eyes were close as the tongue in her ass was surely
getting her off. I went off in a rage. Walking to the
bed, I slapped her across the face as hard as I could
telling her to get her fucking ass off. She fell off
the side of the bed in shock as I looked down on her. I
could see fire in her eyes and I wanted to shove my
hand up her face good. I'll take care of buster later.

She dived across the bed before I expected anything and
I felt her head in the gut of my stomach knocking me
back against the wall. Holding my stomach, I grabbed
her hair and pulled her towards me. I was going to pull
her hair up and slap that face. Before I could, I felt
a punch in my stomach again as I once again banged back
to the wall. As I held my stomach, a kick landing
between my legs setting my cunt on fire. I tried to
reach it, only to have a punch to my face. That was all
I reminded of my short fight.

I awoke naked on the floor. My legs were tossed over my
head and tied to one bedpost above so that my ass was
pointing straight up in the air. My arms had been tied
behind my back. A chair was to my side as I saw her
sitting there grinning down at me.

"I sent the worm to pick up some things for me;" she
smiled down at my helplessness and exposure. The
bastard had been my slave for a year now. "While you
were sucking his cock, I was beating it," she taunted.
"I always wanted to now what it would be like to have a
rich white cunt such as you as my slave."

"Go to hell," I yelled.

She reached down and grabbed my pussy hairs almost
pulling them out by the root as I screamed in pain.

"Better watch that tongue of yours sweetie." She
warned. "I have plenty of uses for it but one is not to
smart mouth me when I tell you something."

I struggled with the bonds as she watched smiling
realizing there was no way I was going to get free of
them. Seeing it was useless, I tried to make a deal
with her if she would let me loose. I even told her she
could have the bastard if she wanted and the house.

"I want you too dear," she said. Lighting a cigarette
still smiling at me. "I love a new challenge."

"Bitch," I screamed, "when I get loose I'm going to
wipe that face of yours in my yard. You bitch."

She leaned the cigarette over my ass and flicked the
ashes on my asshole as I screamed in pain.

"I think that would be a great idea to rub your face in
the yard," she said. She took another drag on her smoke
as I just looked up.

"From now on, my name is mistress, and you are slut,"
she told me. "Now tell me who I am and who you are."

I kept my mouth close.

"I'll tell her... Argghhhhh!"

The ashes hit my asshole again. "Tell me."

"Your mistress and I am slut," I yelled in pain.

She flicked some more ashes as I screamed.

"Next time don't hesitate." She warned again.

"My sluts love to eat my ass and pussy out. Do you want
to slut?" She asked smiling.

"Yes mistress," I yelled, "I love to eat your pussy
out." I just couldn't say the word ass with pussy. I
watch her flick the cigarette again.

""Argggggg. Please, I love to eat your ass." I yelled.

"That's better," she said. Slowly she got up and turned
my ass more towards the bed so my face was now
available for her sadistic games.

"Let’s see how good you can be," she said.

I watched in fear, as she slowly lowered her brown ass
downward towards my face.

When it was about 2 inches about my mouth, she stopped.

"I like it kissed all over first by my sluts. Kiss my
ass all over and beg to lick it." She told me.

I glanced up at her brown asshole only inches above. I
just couldn't say it. Ashes fell on my ass crack as I
yelled in pain and then started kissing her cheeks in
earnest.

"Beg between kisses slut." She warned again.

I started smacking her ass with my lips begging to lick
her ass.

"Between the cheeks too. Pucker those lips of yours and
French kiss my asshole." She yelled from above.

I started kissing her asshole between her cheeks still
begging to lick it. The fear of her pushing that
cigarette in my asshole was all the motivation I needed
to keep going.

Slowly she brought her ass downwards till my nose was
buried between her cheeks and my mouth was pressed on
her asshole.

"Use that tongue of yours slut. Push it in and like the
cock you like to have between your legs." She
commanded.

I started working my tongue in her asshole. I had made
Paul lick my asshole several times in the past and knew
what turned me on. Her ass was rocking up and down on
it as I continued to push it in.

"Deeper slut. Get your tongue in deeper." She yelled
out.

I struggled under the weight of her ass to get my
tongue deeper in her tail hole. She was starting to
massage my clit and somehow I found I was wet there. I
was starting to enjoy myself licking a black woman
asshole. I worked harder hoping she would rub my clit
more so I could get off. My ass was wiggling above in
anticipation of her hand.

Then she stopped.

Slowly she got up leaving me moaning on the floor.

"Not bad for the first time," she said looking at my
red face. She put her foot over my mouth. "Open up. I'm
going to put my foot in so you can suck it."

I opened my mouth expecting a toe or two, but that
wasn't to be. She was trying to get all her toes in as
my mouth was stretched as far as it would go. She had
all five toes in and my mouth felt like it was going to
be split wide.

"Now suck slut. Suck like the bitch you are." She
demanded.

I tried to suck her toes and use my tongue when I
could. I could see her smiling face above as I
struggled to please the bitch.

She slowly withdrew her foot and went to the dresser
drawer and pulled out my favorite dildo that I use when
Paul wasn't available.

"What is this slut?" she questioned. "Paul said you
like to play with it when he was gone."

"That's my dildo mistress," I replied. Gosh I hoped she
was going to ram it in my cunt. I was so horny I felt
like it would make me cum in two pushes.

Instead, she walked to the chair and sat down.
Spreading her legs wide so I had a good view of her
cunt; she started rubbing her clit with it as I stared
in anguish. That my dildo I wanted to say. Give me my
cock.

She started working it in and out her pussy, as mine
cringed at the thought that my cunt needed it.

"Please fuck my pussy mistress," I yelled.

She ignored me as I pleaded, continuing to push it in
and out her cunt. My cunt was on fire. I needed that
dong.

"Please fuck me. Fuck me mistress," I yelled. "Fuck
your whore."

She slowly withdrew the dildo from her cunt smiling.
She lowered the dildo to my cunt and started rubbing my
clit with it.

"Please mistress. Please," I begged, wiggling my ass
trying to get it in.

All of a sudden, I felt it lowered to my asshole.

"Noooooo," I yelled. "Not there."

She ignored my yelled and pushed it at least an inch
before I could move. My ass was loose some all the cum
dripping down and had little resistance as she
continued to push it in. I yelled in pain as my asshole
felt like it was being ripped open. Finally it was in
as I tried to relax the muscles down there. Somehow
the damn thing started feeling good as she massaged my
clit again with her hand.

"Tell mistress to fuck your ass slut." She smiled.

I needed a cock bad.

"Fuck my ass mistress," I yelled. "Fuck me."

Mistress continued to probe the dildo in and out my ass
while rubbing my clit.

I came in no time shaking all over as she laughed at my
sluttish performance.

"Time to please mistress," she said, leaving the dildo
in my ass this time she faced me and lower her hairy
cunt to my face. I reached my head up as soon as it was
in reach and started lapping her cunt. This was the
most dramatic cum I had ever had and I wanted her
pussy. I lapped her clitty first and then started
working my tongue up her cunt hole while she moaned
from above. I was like an natural that couldn't get
enough of her beautiful cunt. When she came and finally
got up, I begged to continue tonguing her pussy or ass.

"Later slut," she said, "I'm going to untie you from
the bed but leave your hands and feet tied. Don't want
my pet to run away now do I."

She helped lowered my legs back to the carpet as the
dildo plunged up my ass. I had forgotten all about it
in my climax till it struck carpet and painfully pushed
deep in my butt. She laughed as I tried to shift my ass
to the side to get the pressure off. As my hands were
released, I laid on the carpet in exhaustion.

She placed her foot at the entrance of my pussy and
started pressing her big toe in.

"Whose pussy is this slut?" She quizzed me.

"Yours mistress," I cried out. "Fuck it with your toe."

She toyed with it for several minutes and then pulled
it out and brought it to my face.

"Clean my toe slut." She commanded.

I swallowed her toe, sucking it like a bottle. Finally,
she figured I had enough and pulled it away.

"Get on your belly slut." She demanded.

Slowly I rolled over with my plugged ass presented and
tits to the floor. She placed her foot on the dildo and
started pushing it slowly in my asshole and then
lifting up repeated the action.

"Whose ass is this slut?" She asked again.

"Yours mistress. Fuck my ass mistress." I begged.

"Pick your ass up slut. For slapping me earlier I'm
going to slap your prettier face for a while. Your
ass." She told me. "Each time I slap it I expect you to
ask me to do it again. Is that understood?"

I lifted my ass off the carpet for my punishment. "Yes
mistress," I said.

She started slapping my ass hard with her palm as I
begged her to slap my bad ass again. She was enjoying
my squirming on the carpet knowing my tits were getting
burned. I lost count of the slaps after awhile just
trying to remember to ask for another after each hit.
Tears were flowing from my eyes as my ass was on fire
in back. She gave it one final slap and demanded I get
on my knees before her. When I did, she gave my face a
hard slap.

"That's so you will know your proper place around
here." She warned me. "Instead of having that wimp of
yours part time, I think I am going to enjoy using both
of you full time. Would you like that slut? Me beating
your ass all the time."

"Yes mistress," I replied. "I am your slut."

She laughed at me and then went to the dresser drawers
going through my underclothes. She tried on several
items having me come over and lick her pussy with them
on and tell her how much better they looked on her. She
came on one pair while I was licking her and took them
off and put them on my head demanding I clean them with
my tongue. The bitch was driving me wild like Paul
could never achieve. I wanted to be her slave forever
as my pussy was soaking wet hoping to get my face back
between her legs.

There was a noise in the living room while I was busy
still licking her ass in a pair of my black panties.

"That's must be Candy." She said. "Hi dear. Glad you
could make it."

At the entrance of the bedroom door stood my husband
black secretary Cynthia, nickname Candy. I had always
despised the woman and try to get her fired on many
occasions in the past. I always thought she was a good
for nothing whore and why my husband hired her were
beyond me.

"I told your bitch to get my toys out of the car,"
Candy said. "Oh yeah, I'm really going to enjoy my new
bitch. Look at that big ripe ass just begging to be
spanked."

My mistress got up leaving me on my knees in panic.
They must have known each other the whole time and my
husband. I couldn't run with my hands and feet still
tied and by butt still had the dildo inside even
through it was close to slipping out.

"Candy is going to help me train you slut like she did
with that bitch husband of yours," my mistress (Kat)
said as she passed Candy going out. "Have fun with the
slut. I got a few things for the bitch to do."

Candy was standing there grinning down with a leer
smile across her face. She lifted her dress exposing
her large black nude body in front of me.

"We are going to have so much fun," she said. Reaching
down she started rubbing her clit with her hand as I
remained on my knees staring up in horror at my present
situation. The smile alone told me my ass was grass and
she was standing rubbing her cunt in preparation.

She stuck her hand forward and waved a finger at me to
get over there with a large grin. Failing to see any
choice, I started moving forward on my knees hoping to
avoid what was sure to become a most pleasant evening
for me. As I arrived, she told me to open my mouth as
she shoved the two fingers in her cunt in my throat.

"Yes bitch, we are going to have all kinds of fun. All
those times you have been bossing me around; I've been
taking them out on your bitch husband." She said. "And
now I have you to play with. Get use to the taste. Your
mouth is going to be getting a lot of it in the
future."

I sucked her fingers while she continued to taunt me.

"Remember the day you told me to get you lunch or
you'll get my butt fired?" She asked. "I wanted to
plant my foot so deep in your ass you wouldn't be able
to walk for days. And to think, I might do it today.
You're my bitch now honey so when I tell you to move
your ass it better move now or it will wish it did."

She withdrew her fingers and grabbed my hair lifting me
up to my feet. My hair felt like it was being pulled up
by the roots. Grabbing my tits by the nipples, she
pulled me close to her.

"Play with my clit slut while you French kiss me. Show
me what a bitch you are." She pulled the nipples hard
and tight as I pushed out my tongue trying to get it in
her mouth as far as I could. My hands still tied in
front beneath and was stroking her cunt as she
continued pinching and pulling my nipples. I was
squirming all over as she sucked my tongue deep in her
mouth and I started working it around inside.

I felt her hands finally release my nipples and reached
to my side grabbing my ass cheeks with her palm and
goosing them as I continued to tongue her mouth. She
found the dildo and started pushing it in and out. My
fingers were soaking wet down below and knew I was
getting her off as I was myself starting to work up an
orgasm tonguing her mouth while my ass was being
***d. Finally, she stopped and pushed my face back.

"On your knees bitch. Finish my cunt with your tongue."
She commanded me.

I got down and pushed my face in her hairy bush.
Finding her clit, I started licking up and down on it
soaking in all her juices as she grinded her cunt in my
face.

"Get your tongue in my pussy bitch." She yelled.

I worked my way to her pussy hole and pushed my tongue
inside. Working it in and out like I normally enjoy, it
wasn't long till she was rocking all over my face
cumming on it. She pushed me away again and walked over
to the bed and lay on her stomach.

"I have another hole that needs attention bitch." She
smiled.

I crawled forward slowly to the back of the bed staring
at her huge ass globes knowing what she expected. She
had pushed herself back far enough so I could lick it
on my knees on the end of the bed. I crawled between
her legs and started running my tongue over each of her
ass cheeks and then working in between them. She was
moaning as my tongue found her asshole and wiggling her
ass cheeks on my face in response.

"Eat my cuckolds brownie bitch." She laughed.

I started working my tongue in her asshole. It was
rather clean and loose as I worked it as far as I could
and then started using it as a small dildo. Despite all
the offense, I was beginning to get very turn-on
tonguing her big butt. I was trying to use my thighs
to get some kind of fiction on my cunt going which was
dripping down my legs.

"If you come without my permission, I have to slap that
twat of yours till you can't walk," she said, knowing I
must have been getting close.

I tried to focus on other things as I continued to fuck
her asshole with my tongue. She wasn't going to let me
off easy as it felt like 20 minutes before she finally
told me I could stop.

"Stand up bitch. Tell me you're an as stinking white
bitch who wants to be her mistress bitch." She yelled.

Slowly I got up.

"I'm an ass licking white bitch that wants to be your
bitch mistress," I said, still gasping for air.

She made me repeat it several times as she rubbed her
clit and smiled at my offense.

Get your white ass over my lap bitch. I'm going to show
you what to expect if you disobey me.

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Our Mexican Honeymoon


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When I married Kristi I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I'd been a bachelor for the past 2 years ever since I'd caught my first wife cheating on me. We split up right then and there and it wasn't until I met Kristi that I had any sexual relations with a woman again.

My bride was 10-years younger than me at 24, and a whole lot sexier than my first wife. In fact sometimes I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to keep her satisfied. I mean Kristi was a real fireball. When we went out on a date she'd be going 100% all night long and around 2 or 3 in the morning I would start to flag.

Another little nagging doubt in the back of my mind was all the attention she received from strangers when we were out on the town. I always felt like I was fending them off; sometimes making me feel like her man instead of her boyfriend.

That's why I asked Kristi to marry me only after 3 months of dating. I figured that once we were married I'd feel more secure and stop worrying about losing her to another guy.

Well, you can imagine my happy surprise and delight when she enthusiastically accepted my proposal of marriage. I was walking on air. I didn't waste any time and set the wedding date for the end of the week so she wouldn't have time for second thoughts.

The wedding went off without a hitch and we headed south to Mexico for a two-week honeymoon at a golf resort just south of San Diego, a few miles down Mexican Highway 1 in Baja.

I was in heaven that first night. I can still remember the feeling as I watched my beautiful wife stripping in front of me. We'd been having sex like a pair of rabbits ever since our second date but as man and wife something had changed between us and we both glowed with a special love for each other.

Something else had changed after Kristi had accepted my offer of marriage, we both had decided that we wanted kids as soon as possible and Kristi had gone off the pill. So that first night was extra special because I knew that our lovemaking could produce a young. It just made the whole thing extra sexy for both of us.



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We woke up at the crack of dawn even though we'd fucked each other like crazy over and over until 2 am. I didn't feel tired and Kristi looked as lovely as ever. We eat a leisurely breakfast on our balcony at the hotel then headed out for some sightseeing. We wanted to take in some of the local color.

For some reamister I wanted to head into the interior of Mexico. Looking back at it I realize how important one decision can be to ones future. If I had it to do over again... well, what's the point of second-guessing myself?

Anyway, my pretty new wife and I drove into the picturesque back country and lazed around in a couple of small villages purchasing exotic items to decorate our future home. I guess we lost track of the time and it was almost 5 o'clock in the afternoon before we started to head back up the coast.

Being a U.S. citizen makes you unprepared for unjust governmental heavy handedness. That's why what happened, happened I guess.

We were heading north and were maybe 15 km away from out hotel resort when I had to slam on the brakes. A head of us was what looked like a military roadblock. I'd never actually seen anything like that before other than on TV and the sight of a bunch of young Mexicans standing there in uniforms with automatic rifles clutched in their hands made me instantly nervous. I heard Kristi say, "Shit," softly under her breath when she realized what was happening.

I pulled to a stop behind the car in front of us. Then it was our turn and as I pulled up next to the soldier he said something in Spanish to me. I didn't speak Spanish so all I could do was respond in English, "Sorry I don't understand you."

The young man looked a little closer at me then bent down and looked into our car. I watched his face as he saw Kristi for the first time. There was an evil gleam in his eyes as he surveyed her long shapely legs. She was wearing shorts so there was no way for her to cover herself up, and I noticed that she didn't really even try. In the back of my mind I made a mental note to rebuke my new wife, I mean she could have at least taken a modest pose, not one with her feet up on the dashboard showing her beautiful butt and perfect legs to some strange man with a rifle.

Then I jumped as the soldier gestured with his automatic rifle for me to get out of the car. What else could I do? I had a crazy thought that maybe we should try to run the roadblock, but thought better of it when I looked over at the other 3 soldiers who had their weapons pointed in our direction.

I shakily stepped out of the car and stood in front of the man. I was at least 10" taller than him and that seemed to annoy him. He pushed me aside and shouted at Kristi in Spanish and made another gesture for her to get out of the car through the same door as I had.

"I think its time you showed your mistress the proper
way to greet her superior." Jasmine laughed. She leaned
over the desk edge and wiggle her ass in back. "Come on
slut. Lick you mistress superior asshole lick the fat
pig you are. Don't keep me waiting or I'll get the
ruler next time."

Jasmine felt a tongue on her butt hole in back and then
the feeling of it trying to snake its way inside. She
relax her ass muscles as the tongue started plowing in
freely and she leaned over more and relaxed enjoying
the rimming in back. This was going to be so much fun
as she let the old fart tongue her ass for a good ten
minutes before finally deciding she had enough. She
turned around smiling down at her humiliated boss.

"Get use to the taste sugar." She told her. "Your
tongue is going to be in there a lot in the future."

"Bend forward." She commanded.

As Mary leaned forward. Jasmine straddle her head to
her surprise and started rubbing her clit on her blond
hair.

"My pussy is still wet so I just as well wipe it with
your mop up here." She told her. "You don't mind do you
slut?"

"No mistress." Mary replied weeping softy. "Clean your
pussy on my mop mistress."

Jasmine continued rubbing her clit all over her hair,
squatting down every so often to make sure she felt the
wetness on her scalp before getting off.

"Now get your ass dressed." She said. "I can't wait to
see my new apartment. Just the shirt and blouse bitch
and throw the panties in the waste basket. The janitor
might get a kick out of smelling your old rotten pussy.
Hurry up."

Jasmine slapped her ass as Mary tried to get the blouse
and skirt on as fast as she could.

"Here." Jasmine said holding up a rubber band. "Tie
your hair back in a ponytail with this in case I want
to put your dirty old face where it belongs.

Mary quickly did as told. Her cunt was dripping all
over her skirt. She knew she was owned now but her
sexual peak denied any thought of resisting. She felt
Jasmine grabbing her right ass cheek in her palm
leading her out of the office like a young. Her pussy
was quivering in excitement. Jasmine made her carry
both purses as they walked out to the elevator. She
hoped no one else was in the building as they got
outside with her ass being goosed all the time.

Outside, Jasmine took her key and opened the door
patting her ass as she got in. She knew her new
Mercedes was going to be ruin as her wet cunt sat on
the fine seat without question. She stayed still
through the whole ride as they drove up to Mary's
condominium and Mary saw the neighbor outside working
her flowers.

"Please mistress." She begged. "Don't let Carol see me
this way. Can't we just go to the back. I promise to do
anything you want."

"You will anyway slut." Jasmine shouted. Now get your
ass out."

Mary slowly got out the car as she noticed Carol was
now looking at her. She knew her clothes must be a
mess. She just stood for a moment trying to hide her
shame of how she looked when she felt her skirt being
lifted up in back and a hard slap applied to her ass.

"Now get your big butt moving slut." Jasmine demanded.
"I'll just hold your skirt up a little higher like this
to give the old lady a thrill. Ain't I'm nice?"

Mary started walking trying to avoid looking over at
Carol. She knew what she must look like but her wetness
was running down her thighs as she made her way to the
door with her big ass swaying from side to side.
Jasmine was giving it light taps as they walked to add
to her offense. She opened the door as fast as she
could stumbling with her keys and cursing the whole
time as Jasmine kept slapping her ass demanding she
hurry up. Finally, it opened as she made her way inside
and Jasmine followed closing it behind her. It was such
a relief to be in the safety of her own home despite
being dominated by the younger girl.

"Strip bitch while I go look around." Jasmine warned
her. "When I get back, I expect you to be naked with
your hands behind your back and feet spread."

Mary started removing her clothes again. She assumed
the position demanded and waited. It seemed like hours
before the young mistress returned. She wanted to rub
her clit so bad she would fuck a horse right now for
some relief. Finally, she noticed her coming back to
the living area. Jasmine was dress in one of her see
through nightee she used to tease the bosses in order
to move up the ladder. She had to admit her mouth was
creaming in lust watching her sway around in it just
like she knew her prior lovers must have felt seeing
her in it.

"You like my new nightee?" Jasmine asked rubbing her
nipples in front of her. "It looks a lot better on me
than your old saggy body doesn't it?"

"Yes mistress." Mary replied panting. "It's yours
mistress. You look so beautiful. Please may I lick your
pussy mistress."

"Maybe later." Jasmine replied giving her large tit's a
light slap and turning around. She bent back rubbing
her butt on Mary's crotch as the woman just stared down
in lust at it and tried to rub her twat on her mounds.
She knew the old bitch was trying to get off. Finally,
she turned back and gave her a light tap on the face
cheek.

"Make me a take while I lay on my new sofa bitch."
Jasmine demanded. "Now hurry up and don't keep mistress
waiting."

Mary walked as fast as she could to make the take. She
had to get her face in her cunt as soon as possible.
The thought of licking that creamy pussy again was
driving her mad in excitement. Quickly, she made it and
returned to find Jasmine all spawned out on her
expensive sofa rubbing her clit slowly in the gown. She
got down on her knees in front of her holding the take
as Jasmine took it from her hand hoping she would
command her to lick her again.

"I know an old slut like you must have a dildo or two
in this house with a cunt as wet as yours." Jasmine
said. "Go fetch them for me bitch."

Mary did indeed have a dildo and a butt plug hidden in
her closet. She had used them once on an old rich bitch
in the company once she learned the woman was lesbian
and enjoyed being dominated. She blackmailed her later
to move above her and then promoting her down to a
lesser office. She got up and ran up the stairs,
fletching them and returned back with both items in her
hand. Her cunt was on fire hoping Jess would shove the
dildo up her hot pussy.

"My, my. My slut really has been bad." Jasmine smiled
taking the toys and examining them. "Rub my clit with
the dildo and shove this one in your big hairy ass."

Mary did as requested. She turned on the vibrator and
started rubbing Jasmine's wet clit. Reaching back, she
started working the large butt plug in her asshole till
it was firmly inserted. She had never had it in her own
ass and was surprised at how easy it had inserted. She
was enjoying the feeling of it while she continue
stoking her mistress clit with the vibrator.

"Now put my new cock in my pussy and fuck it slow while
you lick it." Jasmine told her grabbing her ponytail in
back and gliding her head down to her crotch. "I'm
going to cum all over your sofa bitch and your nasty
face."

Mary was in heaven at the thought as she started
lapping the young black pussy and working her dildo up
inside her creamy thighs. She took her time enjoying
every moment of it as she felt her cum as she tried to
catch all of it in her mouth.

"Now clean my dildo bitch." Jasmine told her as Mary
removed the dildo and started licking it up and down
and then down inside her mouth.

"Poor little bitch." Jasmine teased her. "She wants to
cum but she doesn't have a dildo anymore to play with.
Do you have a carrot in your frig bitch? Or a
cucumber."

"Just a cucumber mistress." Mary replied panting for
relief.

"Well I feel like being nice for a moment." Jasmine
smiled at her. "Go get your cucumber toy and come back
here. I want you to stand with your legs wide and fuck
yourself with it in front of me like the slut you are."

"Thank you mistress." Mary replied. Cucumber or
anything. She had to get something up her cunt soon.
She practically ran to the frig and grabbed the first
one she could find and brought it back and getting into
position in front of her mistress started working it in
her soaking wet cunt. Spreading her legs as far as
possible, she quickly started shoving the cucumber up
her wet cunt. When it was as far as she could get it,
she started shoving it in and out.

"Don't forget to play with those cow jugs of yours
too." Jasmine laughed. "Oh by the way, I didn't say you
could cum so I suggest you don't."

Mary gasped in horror and disappointment while grabbing
her large boobs and rubbing them madly. She was on the
verge of exploding and she wasn't allow to. She tried
to fight the feelings in her body but her cunt betrayed
her as she started shaking all over cumming on the
cucumber below. She was still shoving it in and out as
she heard her young mistress.

"Bitch, I told you that you were allowed to cum didn't
I?" Jasmine screamed.

Mary was still shaking from her orgasm. Fear was no
longer in her mind as she wanted to cum again so bad.
She watch Jasmine get up and approached hoping she was
going to slap her again but then watched her reach down
grabbing the cucumber and pulling it out of her cunt to
her disappointment. The cucumber was held right in
front of her face.

"Open up bitch." Jasmine warned her. "For that, you are
just going to have to hold it in your mouth till I feel
you've been punished enough."

Mary opened her mouth as Jasmine crammed half of the
cucumber inside as she gasped for air through her nose.
Her mouth was totally stuffed and her tongue was pinned
completely. She could taste her own cum flowing down
her throat.

"Now bend your big fat ass over." Jasmine demanded.
"I'm going to spank that plug fat ass of yours for
cumming without permission. Don't spit the cucumber out
unless you want a lot worst bitch."

Mary bent down as the first slap came down on the plug
deeply embedded in her asshole. She wanted to yell out
in pain but fought it back as the next landed. The
slaps were driving the plug totally inside as she was
screaming silently inside with each whack not daring to
drop the cucumber. Only once did it almost slip out as
her head was shaking wildly from the pain of the plug
in her butt. Finally her horrible ordeal was over as
she panted for relief.

Jasmine was laughing in back.

"That plug is so embedded in your butt, you're going to
need a pair of piers to pull it out." She laughed.
"Guess you'll have to wear it for awhile."

Mary was still panting from the soreness in her asshole
as Jasmine walked around in front of her and pulled the
cucumber out of her mouth dropping it on her new carpet
below.

"Get down bitch and pick it up. Throw it in the garbage
and hurry up." Jasmine demanded.

Mary slowly worked her way down as the plug was doing a
job on her asshole and picked it up. She knew she must
looked very strange walking with her ass shifting from
side to side because of the plug but she didn't care.
She pitched the cucumber in the garbage and returned
hoping to please her mistress again and maybe get
another chance to get off. Her cunt was still on fire
and needed more relief.

She found Jasmine in the study room sitting at her
desk.

"Is this all your bank records slut?" Jasmine asked.

"Yes mistress.." Mary replied worried for once.

"Get down on your knees slut." Jasmine commanded. "I'm
going to tell you how its going to be and you are going
to kiss my cunt for each item."

Mary immediately got down on her knees. Her face was
inches from Jasmine's cunt wishing she could lick it
again.

"Since I need a larger income, I think your salary
should do for present and you can have mine since you
won't need to buy many clothes anymore since you will
always be naked at home. Don't you agree bitch? Jasmine
commanded spreading her legs wide and pointing to her
clit.

Mary grimace and then kiss her cunt.

"Yes mistress." She replied.

"And I think I should have your car since I will be
driving your sorry ass to work and you won't need it
for anything else. Am I right bitch." Jasmine
continued.

"Yes mistress." Mary replied kissing her clit again.

"And from now on, your bank account will be transferred
to my name so I can ensure you don't piss it away and I
can continue my education the way it should be while
you continue your slutty way of being my permisteral maid
except for when you are working" Jasmine smiled.

"Yes mistress." Mary replied kissing the tasty cunt at
her mouth again.

"Your ass will belong to me to use in any way I want or
anybody else that I give it to." Jasmine pressed on
knowing the woman was lusting to lick her cunt.

"Yes mistress. Anyone." Mary begged kissing her cunt
again much longer this time.

"Come cunt." Jasmine told her getting up from the desk
and walking out the room towards the front door. Mary
followed behind lusting at her ass wiggling in front of
her.

Jasmine stopped at the door and opened it slightly.

"I noticed that slut of a neighbor of yours has been
looking at our apartment since we arrived. I think I
could use an old slut like her to grow us a nice garden
in back. I always enjoy flowers. Turn around and bend
over slut. Spread that big white ass as wide as you can
and wiggle it for me."

Mary didn't know what was going on but did as she was
commanded. She felt a rush of air hit her behind and
knew Jasmine must have opened the door wide open but
she continued to sway her butt and keep it spread.

"I think the old bitch just peed in her panties."
Jasmine laughed. "She holding her crotch area and
starting at your whore ass as if it is the greatest
show in town.

Mary's head dropped in shame but she kept swaying her
butt. She heard the door shut behind her.

"That should give her enough to play with her old clit
tonight." Jasmine laughed. "We'll see her tomorrow, I'm
sure. Now slut prepare me a bath. I'm tired. If you're
lucky, I may let you lick my ass till I fall arelax"

Mary released her ass cheeks and ran upstairs. She had
to hurry and prepare the bath before mistress changed
her mind. The thought of tonguing her ass was turning
her on so much she was dripping all the way up.

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Randy Ballard's Domination


Randy Ballard is the Vice Lord of the BLACK GANGSTER
ELITES. However, he is currently serving a thirty-year
sentence for first-degree ***, at the Jackmisterville
(IL) Correctional Center for Men. For all practical
purposes, he controls the primister and all the inhabitants
within the cold gray walls.

Of the inmate population, nearly three fourths are under
his direct and vulgar control. The remaining twenty five
per cent of the white boy primisterers are so fearful of his
harsh and vulgar commands, that they make every effort to
avoid all contacts with the BGE'S.

The other people in the primister consist of the guards, who
are even more intimidated. They have never questioned the
authority of Randy and the BGE's, since the first day he
arrived. The first day found nine of the three hundred
guards admitted to the hospital with serious wounds.

Since that day of wrath, the warden and the guards have
effectively turned day to day control over to Randy and
his fellow black thugs.

Randy is constantly surrounded by six of the most cruel
and unmerciful members of his gang. On the first day of
April, he is in the weight yard strengthening his already
over powering massive body. At six foot six inches, he is
a tower of pure and unrelenting muscle. Very seldom did
he have to exert direct control, as he allowed his inner
guard to inflict whatever punishment needed to be meted
out.

As he finished his work out routine, he was leisurely
observing the parking lot. As the most beautiful creature
that god ever created sensuously slides up the long
walkway to the main gate. As she entered, virtually every
male eye in the compound observed the perfect beauty. Her
high chiseled cheeks were framed by shoulder length
blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes rested on each side of a
perfect nose. Her sensuous mouth hid perfect white teeth.

Her face was the face that demanded to be on the cover of
every magazine in the country. The perfect body of the
young woman should have been the sole entry in every
man's magazine for six months. Her most striking feature
was that of her long and perfect legs. The gathered
throng could only guess the pleasures below the stylishly
cut short sundress.

When "Missy" reached the guard shack, her husband of only
six months rushed out to retrieve his lunch sack, before
every inmate in this cruel place shot off in there primister
work pants. Pecking his beautiful wife on the cheek, he
could only gaze as she scampered back down the long walk
way. The obscene catcalls from the gathered human debris
followed the young girl back to her car. Although she was
upset and angered by the natural like behavior, she
extracted a small degree of revenge as she slowly slid
behind the wheel of her sleek Camaro. Since the car was
parked perpendicular to the chain length fence, she
allowed her short dress to ride up her long and graceful
legs. Once seated on the bucket seat, she pulled up the
short dress even more and let her lips form a mocking
smile as she slowly closed the door and sped off leaving
gravel flying behind the back tires.

As Randy turned to his cronies, he muttered "That little
white bitch'll be in the stable by this time next week."

He then ordered the inner circle of thugs to obtain the
name and travel pattern of the white boy husband, a
junior guard named John Jones. Within the hour, Randy was
reviewing the guard pattern of the unsuspecting young
husband. Within the second hour, the unfortunate guard
was on his knees, in front of Randy, fearing for his
life. The inner circle of guards had captured the young
man on his routine pattern directly outside the shower
area by the gym. It took only two of them, to bring him
to his knees with several vulgar punches. Once on the
ground, one guard produced a jagged homemade knife, which
he put directly against his neck. The other black thug
grabbed his dark mane of hair, so that he could look
directly up into the unforgiving eyes of Randy Ballard,
his new master and mentor.

"Well, you little piece of cuckolds brownie. I can't think of any
reamister that you should remain among the living, can you?"
questioned Randy.

"Oh God Please. Don't ******* me, please don't ******* me,"
begged the unfortunate John.

Upon a nod from Randy, the huge black with the jagged
knife started inserting the blade into the soft neck
flesh.

"Please, please don't ******* me. I'll do anything to stay
alive, but please don't ******* me," pleaded the now
reding white guard.

Mocking the pleading guard, Randy scratches his chin.
"Well, well white boy. I wonder what you have that would
interest me?" Smiling at his gathered ensemble, he
continues, "Maybe that little piece of white trash that
you are married to, would want to save your miserable
life. What do you think white boy?"

With the jagged knife continuing to cause his skin to
rupture and red, John quickly made the decision to save
his own miserable live at the expected expense of his
beautiful wife.

"I'll let my wife be with you, but please, for god's sake
don't ******* me," continued the begging primister guard.

While the black master was considering the possibilities,
his assemred inner guard had unbuckled his belt and
pulled his primister uniform pants down to his knees. The
most vicious of the enpowerrs had firmly grabbed the
testicles and man weapon in his huge black hand and
produced another homemade jagged edge knife, which he
placed against the shriveled white boy cock.

"Tomorrow the do-gooder ladies of the primister guard
auxiliary group is due to save us poor misguided
creatures. I expect your little white tramp to be among
that group, you dig asshole?" ordered the Vice Lord.

As the jagged blade punctured his flaccid white cock, the
guard would agree to anything. "Oh god please. I will do
anything you say. Missy will be here. I will bring her to
you but I beg you don't let them cut me any more!"
whimpered the white boy guard.

Looking down at the cowering white boy guard, Randy
decided to add another ingredient of domination. "When
your white tramp comes to get bred by a black master, she
best look like the whore she is. I want the bitch to be
wearing black leather mini skirt, garter and hose, and
knee high boots. She best not be wearing any panties or
bra, they will just get in the way when I breed her with
my black cock," smirks the Vice Lord.

As his eyes teared, John agreed to the humiliating
conditions.

To prove once again who the master is, Randy nodded and
the two knife tenders made their point once again. The
knife at the throat slashed a half moon three inch slit
in the left cheek of the guard, while the razor sharp
homemade knife menacing his cock, made a surgical slash
along the side of his shriveled cock. The slash went from
the base to the head of his precious manhood. Although
the wound was not deep, it was excruciatingly painful.

What John did not know was that both of the jagged blades
were treated with human excrement, which would cause both
wounds to be infected within hours. Before leaving the
reding guard, he was treated to a savage kick from
behind, which drove his nut sack into his body. As he lay
writhing on the hard concrete floor, his tormentors
walked arrogantly away.

Unable to face his fellow guards, who would mock him for
being so careless in allowing himself to be caught and
***d by the inmates, he carefully wrapped his now
reding and swollen manhood in his handkerchief. Wiping
the red from the incision in his cheek, he quickly
found a bandage from a nearby first aid kit. The balance
of his shift was spent in a daze. Only when he was on his
way home to be with his precious Missy, did he
contemplate how he was going to break the dreaded news to
his beautiful wife.

When he walked into their new home, his wife was shocked
at the vicious looking slash, which by now was dreadfully
infected. After trying to clean the visible wound, she
nearly fainted when her beloved John told her the second
part of his misery. Devastated, Missy tried to come up
with a saving solution. She suggested that they flee the
city and reestablish their life thousands of miles away.

When her husband explained the reach of the national
gang, she desperately told her husband to turn the
chieftain over to the warden. Laughing, he told his
frightened wife that neither of them would live out the
day, if he tried to take "legal" action against the gang
overlord.

Despondent over her anticipated ****, Missy fell into a
fitful dream. Awakening the next morning, she resolved
that she would have to comply with her husband's
pleading. At the fitful moment, when she was slipping
into the whorish looking attire, she finally lost her
remaining shreds of respect for her sobbing husband.

As she slipped the white silk blouse on, she could feel
her pert nipples thrust against the tight material.
Looking in the mirror, she became embarrassed at her
sluttish appearance. The black leather mini skirt was
extremely short and extremely tight. It molded against
her perfect body. The young housewife felt naked without
her lace panties and bra. At the last minute, she slipped
on a pair of sheer white lace panties. Although, it was
against the expressed wishes of the gang overlord, Missy
felt she needed at least a shred of decency, if she was
to enter, the debauchery that her husband had landed her
in.

As they drove up to the drive way, in front of the main
gate, he could feel the stares of not only the inmates,
but also of his fellow guards. As the two entered the
compound, John could see the astounded stare of the
warden, as he meekly explained that his wife was joining
the primister guard women's auxiliary. He hurriedly escorted
his wife to the main set of classrooms.

He had been instructed to present his wife to Randy
Ballard, Vice Lord of the BGE'S at Classroom D. Unknown
to him and the other primister staff, Classroom D had been
specially modified to accommodate the carnal needs of the
BGE'S. The four monitoring cameras had their lens removed
and replaced by a sophisticated laser photograph of the
room at the four different camera angles. When the bleary
eyed monitoring guards viewed the room, all they could
see was a vacant classroom.

The room was a very distinct classroom, but not one where
standard classes were taught. The classroom was modified
to accommodate the initiation of the white wives of the
primister guards and staff. In the closet, was the latest
tattoo and piercing equipment. In addition, every
available bondage device was hanging from the over
flowing closet. Several dirty cum coated mattresses were
lying along the side of the room and there was a solitary
chair directly in the center of the room.

When John and his young wife Missy reached Classroom D,
he meekly tapped on the door. Randy heard the meek
tapping, but decided to make the young white wife wait to
be serviced, serviced like a mare waiting for her
stallion to mount her.

John continued his meek tapping, increasing the tempo and
loudness, while anxiously looking around for any of his
fellow guards.

Finally, the huge black appeared at the door and filled
the over sized doorframe with his massive body. He was
bare-chested and his muscled hairy black chest bristled
with his massive pectorals. He was wearing only a small
pair of gray cotton gym shorts. His muscled stomach is
tight and seems to point towards his large unrestricted
black manhood. He wore no shoes and much to the chagrin
of his frightened quarry, he wore no supporter under the
skimpy shorts. His massive nine-inch black cock was
already thrusting against the thin material.

Missy's bright blue eyes fell to the thrusting bulge,
which appeared to the petite girl like a mammoth log. She
was nearly in shock at the huge black cock thrusting
against the cotton shorts.

John, terribly apprehensive now that the time had come,
meekly introduced his lovely wife, "Mr. Ballard, this is
my wife, Missy."

Missy, terribly conscious of her attire, submissively
held out her small hand. Expecting the black giant to
shake her hand, she held her hand outward while Randy
Ballard mockingly stared at the yuppie couple. Amused, he
merely stared at the frightened young housewife.

After a seemingly eternity, Missy let her handball to her
side, while her bright blue eyes dropped to the floor.

"So this is the piece of white trash you brought me to
fuck," questioned Randy.

Shocked at the vulgar statement, John merely nods.

Wanting to further humiliate the primister guard, Randy
arrogantly reaches out and fondles Missy's breast, in
front of her tremblingly husband. Missy, her eyes still
downcast, stood quietly while the huge black giant
continued his stroking of the tender breast meat.

"Have you ever had a real man, you little bitch?" asks
Randy, his fingers pinching the hardening nipples.

"I've only been with my husband," sobs Missy.

Randy couldn't tell if the sob indicated presentation to
him or disdain for her nervous white boy husband.

"Yes, I think that I'm going to like sticking my black
cock up your tight white cunt. Once you have been
privileged with black cock you won't go back to that wimp
ass piece of cuckolds brownie you're married to," continued Randy.

John could only meekly stand near the door and look at
his shoes. The twitching of his infected cock, hurt
tremendously as it tried to harden, as his beautiful
young wife was fondled and humiliated in front of him.

Brutally pinching her nipples, Randy gives his first
order; "Suck my toes you piece of white trash!"

Missy, trembling at the fondling and at the fear over
taking her young body. Fear of discovery by another
guard, fear of her growing excitement, fear of the huge
black manipulating her arousal by his powerful fingers.
Seeing no options, the beautiful Missy drops to her knees
and lets her tongue slip out of her red coated lips. She
touches the toes with her petite tongue. The total
offense is causing her white lace panties to become
soaked. The arousal at her total presentation is causing
all sorts of wondrous feeling throughout her tight body.

After what seems an eternity to John, Randy Ballard
finally speaks, "I best be taking your wife inside now,
for her first real fucking. I plan to warm up this little
frigid bitch of a wife that you have given me. After
today, she will be put in my stable of bitches on the
outside to whore for me and the BGE'S. You won't be
minding if your precious little wife starts whoring for
me, will you white boy?"

John, stuttering tried to say something. But nothing came
out.

Randy slaps the white boy guard across the lips and asks
the question again, "You don't care if I turn your little
tramp of a wife out to walk the streets for me do you
white boy?"

Trembling, with tears running down his cheeks meekly
sobs, "No."

Randy, looking down at the cowering wife at his feet,
gives his next order, "You best be getting in the
classroom. I might even open up that Hershey highway of
yours. Would you like me to stick my black cock up that
tight little ass of yours?"

Terrified, Missy says nothing, but rises and enters the
room where her ordeal is to begin.

Before entering the room, Randy turns back to the sobbing
John and instructs him, "You stand guard at the door. I
don't want anyone interrupting me, while I fuck your
wife. She looks like she will really enjoy me sticking my
black cock up her love channel. When I'm through with
your wife, she will be a woman, not a little piece of
fluff waiting for you to come home."

Randy slams the door and pushes Missy towards the center
of the room and the lone single chair. "Go sit in the
chair," orders the Vice Lord.

Missy slowly walks to the center of the room and sits
down in the chair facing the huge black giant. She
modestly keeps her long boot and nylon covered legs
tightly together. Her white silk blouse is half open from
the ruthless fondling of only moments before. She stares
at the black, who sits on a bench near a table.

"After I breed you today, I will expect you to obey me. I
will want you to seduce some of the other guard's wives
into the BGE'S. You will also bring pleasure to the rest
of my inner staff here at the primister. Do you understand
what is required of you, Mrs. Jones?"

"Yes," came the meek reply.

"When you address me in the future you will address me as
Mr.
Ballard," ordered the Vice Lord.

"Yes, Mr. Ballard," replies the young white wife.

"Spread those long legs Mrs. Jones. Lets see what charms
you have to give me," orders the seducer.

Hesitantly, Mrs. Missy Jones lets her long legs come
apart. The tight black leather mini skirt rides up her
thighs, as the legs open up. She stares into the dark
brown eyes of her tormentor, as she spreads the divine
gams further apart. She is feeding off the intenseness of
the dark eyes, as they take in the pleasure of the
beautiful sight unfolding before him.

As her legs continue to spread, he can see the wisp of
the darker bands of nylon on her upper thighs. The white
lace panties soaked by her woman fluid become an even
greater arousing vision. Usually, the black destroyer of
white virgin woman holes, would be distraught at the
sight of pussy covering. However, the sight of the darker
wet stains was erotic even to the ultimate sexual natural,
Mr. Randy Ballard.

"I want to see you spread those pink pussy lips. Do it
without taking the panties off," orders Randy.

Closing her eyes, Missy inserts her long lean fingers
into the legs of her panties. As she pulls the panties
aside, she sensuously caresses the red engorged pussy
lips. She sensuously rubs up and down and outer lips. She
allows her fingers to touch the hooded nubbin of
pleasure. As her fingernail scraps the sensitive love
button she allows a soft moan to escape her lips. As each
pleasurable sensation reaches her brain, the frantic
fingers increase in intensity their pleasure producing
friction.

"Stand up and strip. I don't think you will need any of
those clothes for the rest of the afternoon," ordered
Randy.

Shocked out of her near fulfillment, Missy stands up and
pulls the tight leather skirt down. Looking over to the
amused seated Black Master, she slowly finishes
unbuttoning the white silk blouse and lets it slip off of
her shoulders and fall to the floor. Standing before the
Black Master in only her garter, hose, black knee high
boots and white lace panties, she looks into her Master's
dark eyes.

The Black Vice Lord rises and slips his huge fingers into
the gray cotton gym shorts and slowly tugs the tight
fitting shorts over his muscled thighs. Missy observing
every movement is awestruck when the shorts expose the
ten inch Black Manhood in all its glory. The massive love
muscle is only partially erect and is starting to point
out at a right angle from the washboard muscled stomach.
As she continues to observe the disrobing, her fleece
covered love channel starts producing the sweet smelling
dew that starts to resoak her white panties.

When Randy has let the shorts fall to the floor, he
points his index finger at the young beauty and motions
for her to come to him, "Bring me your white panties," he
orders.

As she starts to walk over to him Mr. Randy Ballard
shakes his head, "Don't walk, crawl to your Black
Master."

Aroused, humiliated and desperate for release, Missy
drops to her hands and knees, and crawls over to the
seated Black Giant.

When she reaches her destination, he motions for her to
stand. When she is standing, facing her tormentor, he
smiles and finally speaks, "I want you to hand me your
panties. The pretty white panties that your husband
bought you, the panties that are wet with your
drippings."

Gracefully, the blonde hair dropping nearly to her small
but firm breasts, she bends at her waist, and slips the
clinging panties over her knees and down the hose and
boot covered legs. When the task is completed, she raises
her hand and releases her white lace panties to the huge
Black paw.

The Black Vice Lord brings the fragrant cloth to his nose
and deeply inhales the pleasing essence. Although, he is
still seated, he is looking almost directly in the deep
blue eyes. Looking at her perfect breasts, her long
flowing blonde hair and her perfect legs, his cock
continues to harden. Putting the panties on the seat next
to him, he asks her a simple question, "When was the last
time your wimp husband fucked you?"

"My husband and I made love three nights ago," Missy
softly replies.

"Does he satisfy you, with that little white boy cock of
his?" continues Randy.

"I don't reach climax every time we make love," responds
Missy sadly.

Randy Ballard rises and walks around the now trembling
woman. When he is behind her, he reaches out and rubs her
firm ass cheeks. "Has your white boy wimp taken your ass
yet?"

Shocked, Missy quickly answers, "No! I am too small
there. It would hurt too much."

Still standing behind the petite blonde white housewife,
and still stroking the firm ass of his next conquest, he
matter of fact states, "Before you leave me today, you
will not have your ass cherry. If you please me, I will
lubricate my black cock before I enter you. If you
displease me, I will bludgeon my Black Cock into your
useless body, in one stroke."

Missy says nothing, but stands silently, waiting the next
haunting question that she is sure will come.

"After I breed you today, I'll mark you, so that everyone
knows that you belong to me. You will have to start
whoring for me, starting tomorrow. Have you ever worked
the streets?" questioned Randy Ballard, Vice Lord of the
Black Gangster Elites.

Shocked by his latest question and comment she angrily
replies, "I have never been a whore. I won't be a whore
for you!"

Controlling his anger, Randy softly whispers into the
trembling housewife's ear; "After I fuck you in your ass
today, tomorrow night you will start working the street
for me. You disobey me in word, deed or thought and I
will take a knife and peel your pretty face off. If that
chicken cuckolds brownie husband is terrified of me, how do you think
a little tramp like you can stand up to me?"

Poor Missy, standing in the middle of a large classroom,
stripped down to only garter, hose and black boots,
trembles as she contemplates her next response. Her
beloved husband of only six months is standing guard on
the outside of the door, while a huge black man is pawing
her firm ass, threatening to impale her with his ten inch
rock solid Black Cock. "Please don't fuck me in the ass.
You will hurt me. You are too large. Please," Missy
submissively sobs.

Randy lowers his hand from the firm ass cheeks and
inserts his finger into her moist woman hole. As the
digit inserts itself, Missy is caught off guard. At first
she instinctively clenches her legs together. However,
after a few moments, the searching digit starts to bring
the young woman the pleasure that has been missing from
her marriage bed. She softly moans, as the finger gently
sc****s her hooded clit. As the insertion continues Missy
closes her eyes and allows her long lean legs to part
ever so slightly.

Randy catches the guarded parting of her legs and rewards
her by inserting a second finger. The rapid thrusting
coats, his hand with Missy's precious lubricant. Missy
opens her legs wider, as she eagerly thrusts against the
intruding fingers giving her pleasure. As the fingers
continue the thrusting, Missy bends over and drops to her
knees. She begins moaning louder and louder, as the
pleasure giving fingers bring her to a screaming orgasm.
As the intense pleasure overwhelms her pent-up desires,
she writhes on the floor as the spasms overtake her tight
body.

"Oh God, you bring me such pleasure. Don't stop, please
don't stop. It feels sooooooooo good!" screams Missy.

Randy leaves his fingers in the clenching pussy, as the
young wife is prone on the hard tile floor. As Missy's
orgasm subsides, he lets his fingers slip out. He walks
to the cabinet, at the end of the room and brings back a
full tube of K-Y jelly. Missy does not see him walk to
the cabinet; she is recovering from her first true orgasm
in months. Unknown to her husband John, he has not been
able to bring his vivacious wife to a fulfilling orgasm
since their marriage night. The orgasm that the Black
Master has brought to the beautiful Missy was so intense,
she was still trembling five minutes after climax.

"Have you ever had a man? A real Man? A Black Man that
can bring your pleasure?" questions Randy.

Still laying face down on the tile floor Missy answers
truthfully, "I have never been with a Black Man. I have
thought about making love to a Black Man. When John told
me of his predicament I was at first shocked, but deep
inside I wanted to go through with the **** or the
pleasure. You have brought me pleasure."

As she lay on the hard tile floor, she felts the sticky
K-Y jelly being squeezed out of the tube and onto her
perfect firm ass cheeks. The pleasure giving fingers
began a circular motion and rubs the cold sticky fluid on
her perfect and firm ass cheeks. He seems to be lulling
the young housewife, with his gentle and soft caresses.
Missy suspects the ordeal that awaits her, as the gentle
motion continues. She starts to become anxious, as the
fingers began to dip in the crevice between the two
mounds. Her wrinkled brown eye clutches, as the
persistent index finger sought entrance to her last
virgin chamber. The swaying hips try to provide an escape
valve, but the Black Master was not to be distracted from
his final goal.

The initial penetration of the elastic ring was
uncomfortable, but not painful, for the gently swaying
Missy. Randy's finger is unforgiving and continues to
insert itself deeper and deeper in the tight dark
chamber. Missy starts becoming more fearful as the finger
became more and more determined in its goal of free and
unrestricted access to the virgin chamber.

Finally, Missy begs for the probing to stop, "Please Mr.
Dillard. Don't fuck me in my ass. I'm scared that you
will hurt me, scared that your black cock is too large.
Please, let me suck you instead."

The Black Master had his goal and it was not merely her
warm lips wrapped around his Black Cock. His goal, and
one that was not to be denied him was complete domination
of the beautiful white wife of a white boy guard, and
that domination was to take the form of deep Black Cock
Anal Insertion.

END

Chantage entre elèves....



Cela faisait un moment que j’observais discrètement la belle J. Durant les cours je m’arrangeais pour trouver une place d’où je pouvais à loisir admirer le doux visage et les courbes agréables de ma camarade, une brune aux cheveux bouclés et bruns.
Parfois, par chance, j’avais l’occasion un court instant d’apercevoir la naissance de sa douce et généreuse poitrine.
Un jour, j’étais à la bibliothèque en train de chercher des informations dans un livre quand je surpris une conversation entre J. et une de ses amies également dans notre classe. Une de nos professeurs avait envoyée J. cherché dans mister bureau des polycopiés, qu’elle avait oubliés. Mais en les prenant elle était tombée sur le sujet de la prochaine interrogation, qu’elle c’était empressée de photocopier, afin de pouvoir tricher.
« Nous aurons les meilleures notes de la classe sans se fatiguer, avoue que c’est un coup de maitre » dit J. a mister amie, en lui racontant comment elle avais trouvée le sujet de l’interro, sans se rendre compte que j’étais tout prêt, en train d’écouter, et de tout enregistrer avec mon téléphone portable. Un peu plus tard, mister amie est partie, la laissant seule dans la bibliothèque quasiment
déserte. J. se leva pour aller prendre un livre dans un rayon plutôt isolé, situé dans un angle de la pièce. Je la suivis donc, puis dit calmement :
- Alors comme ça on tente de tricher ? Je sais ce que tu as volé à la prof
- De quoi tu parles ? répondit-elle alors, l’air innocente en se tournant vers moi, en faisant mine de ne pas comprendre.
Je sorti alors mon téléphone, pour lui repasser la scène ou elle racontait a mister amie mister vol, avec un léger sourire. « Tu sais que je pourrais te dénoncer pour ça, et tu aurais de gros ennuis. ». Elle tenta de prendre le téléphone portable de mes mains, sans succès. Alors je la plaquai contre le rayon, une main se posant sur ses douces formes par-dessus le débardeur, les caressant.
- Il va falloir que tu sois très gentille avec moi pour que j’efface cette vidéo et que j’oublie tout cela
- Qu’est ce que tu veux de moi ? répondit t’elle alors, retirant ma main de sa poitrine.
Je souris, lui appuyant sur les épaules, pour la mettre à genoux. Etonnement soumise, elle s’exécuta sans broncher. Apres un regard autour de moi pour vérifier que permisterne ne nous voyais, je défis alors le bouton de mon jean pour sortir mon sexe tendu devant ses lèvres après avoir mis un préservatif. Sans même que je lui demande, elle se mit à me masturber et a me sucer goulument, en me fixant d’un air provocateur, coquine. Je dus me mordre les lèvres pour me retenir de gémir, ce qui risquerait d’attirer l’attention. Lui caressant le visage, et le tenant par sa chevelure, je menais le rythme à ma guise, puis retirant la capote je
me déversais finalement en maitre dans sa bouche et sur mister visage, la forçant à avaler ma semence. Elle se redressa ensuite, s’essuyant avec un mouchoir, alors que je lui chuchotais en la tenant doucement par la hanche :
- Ce n’est qu’un début. Jusqu'à ce que je le décide, tu es mienne, compris ? tu vas commencer par retirer tes sous -vêtements.
Dis-je d’un ton autoritaire.
Surprise par ce ton, elle s’exécuta en rougissant, retirant mister soutien-gorge sous le débardeur, me le tendant ensuite. Je le mis dans une de mes poches, glissant ensuite mes mains sous le débardeur, pour caresser et jouer avec ses seins, les pétrissant.
Elle gémit très légèrement, appréciant cette caresse, puis je murmurais :
- La culotte aussi. Je veux disposer de toi comme je veux, et où je veux.
Elle fit non de la tête, mais finalement s’exécuta quand mes mains virent titiller ses deux jeunes tétons, et qu’elle laissa échapper un léger gémissement étouffé. Ses mains glissèrent sous la jupe, et elle retira rapidement sa culotte, me la passant. Je pus alors glisser une main sur mister intimité offerte. Elle était trempée ! Elle tressaillit, ouvrant les cuisses, s’offrant à mes caresses, cambrée en avant. Je pus alors à loisir jouer aves mister petit bouton de plaisir et le stimuler, la masturbant. Elle se blottie alors contre moi, venant étouffer ses gémissements contre mes lèvres, se frottant a moi, le débardeur relevé laissant voir ses tétons pointés et ses
seins nus et offert se balançant . N’en pouvant plus, je pris dans mon portefeuille un préservatif, le mettant sur mon sexe tendu.
- Non attends…je ne l’est jamais fait ! Je ne veux pas...pas encore. Mais par contre, je veux bien que tu me prennes par derrière
!
Elle me tourna donc le dos, en se mettant à 4 pattes en me présentant ses fesses. Sans attendre, je la pris donc, avec un gémissement retenu, mes bourses se retrouvant contre ses fesses, mes mains prenant ses seins, les pressant. Puis je commençais un va et vient rapide, venant l’embrasser pour retenir les gémissements, en pressant fort ses seins. Réceptive, elle bougeait le bassin en accompagnant les mouvements de va et vient rapide en gémissant fort contre mes lèvres, apparemment habituée à être possédée de la sorte. Je finis par sortir le préservatif pour jouir sur ses fesses, avec un soupir d’aise. Rapidement,
je me rhabillais et partais, la laissant à moitié nue, à 4 pattes dans un rayon de bibliothèque, les fesses couvertes de sperme et essoufflée.
- On continuera de jouer ensemble, je m’amuse beaucoup avec toi. Rappelle toi, pas de sous- vêtements a partir de demain

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Slave to Black Students


The six muscular nigger teenage thugs sat around me in
a half circle as I leaned against my desk and pulled up
my skirt to show them my bare pussy. The horror of it
was compounded by the fact that I was their tenth grade
English Teacher. My name is Carla and I am twenty two
years old and this is my first teaching assignment. I
cry myself to seep at night wondering how I got myself
in this position, as the fuck slut to a whole class of
teenage boys.

"Come on Miss Bitch, show us your cunt!"

My name is Birch, but from the first day the black boys
in my charge pronounced it Bitch. What could I do? They
are muscular and strong and as tall as I am. They stare
right through me with those dark dangerous eyes, and
when they put their large black hands on me, I melt.

When they came up for special help, they would put a
hand on my shoulder, like it was planned among them. It
probably was. I would be unable to move. It just froze
me, the feel of that large hand on my shoulder. Then
after a few times, the boys would start to massage my
shoulder with their hands. Always being polite in that
arrogant nigger way.

I could tell they cared nothing about what I was trying
to tech them. The boys who sat in the front spread
their legs really wide so I had to look at the lumps in
their crotches, which they rubbed right during class.
They would rub their nigger cock lumps and smile big
toothy smiles at me.

When my superiors asked me how things were going, I
should have complained, but I was new and wanted to fit
in. If others could put up with it, why couldn't I? My
boyfriend wanted me out of the school right away, but I
wanted so to stick it out. After a few days, the boys
coming up for help would put their hands on my shoulder
and then let their fingers trail down toward my breast.
I couldn't relax at night thinking about it. Especially
this one boy, Derek.

He was tall and very dark, he looked very African, you
know, with large lips and a wide nose. He sort of
magictized me. He spoke quietly and moved like a
panther. He was lean and had a tight bubble butt which
for some reamister I watched all the time. I even went to
see him in a basketball game just so I could see his
butt in his basketball shorts. I know that is sinful of
me and so I deserve what I got. Well I got it all
right.

Now I was the slut whore to a gang of nigger teens.
They take turns making me suck their dicks and fucking
me. They are fifteen and sixteen years old, and I have
to kneel down naked with my tits swinging and suck
their big thick black cocks. I had to give them all
keys to my apartment, all fourteen boys in the class,
can you believe that?

They come in and out like they own the place, at any
time day or night. I am required to be bare assed naked
at all times at home, so that I am ready to service
them. Sometimes six or seven will come over at once and
gang-fuck me. Their large dicks hurt me so much that I
am unable to walk for a day or two after. I beg them to
only do that on weekends so that I don't miss my
teaching. Especially when they fuck my ass. I broke up
with my boyfriend and spend all my time serving young
nigger cock.

I am required to wear very short skirts with no panties
under to school. Other teachers look at me with
disgust. I must wear very thin blouses and as soon as I
get into my classroom, I have to remove my bra, so all
the boys in the class can stare at my large brown
nipples through my blouse.

I should explain that this is an all boy's inner city
school. While I teach, one boy or another will yell
out, "Tits" and I have to open my blouse and play with
my nits for them. I want to die. They make me twist and
pull on my nipples while I lecture them on Faulkner or
Fitzgerald.

Now six of them stayed after class for "special help"
That usually meant blow jobs all around. They made me
lean on my desk and pull up my skirt to show them my
naked pussy. I have to keep my pussy shaved for them,
something I had never done in my life before.

"Look at that firs' class ho cunt!" Derek said, smiling
to his friends as I spread my legs for them, my hands
holding up the short skirt. I was trembling and crying.
I did that almost all the time now.

"Go ahead, Miss Bitch, reach down and spread those
thick puffy cunt lips open for us. Show us deep inside
your cunt!"

I stifled a sob as I reached down and with my fingers,
pried my cunt open. I pulled back my pussy lips to show
my inner cunt and my clit to the fifteen and sixteen
year old black boys. They were rubbing their dicks
through their pants and talking to each other about
what a fucking slut I was.

Derek handed me a blackboard eraser. "Here Miss Bitch,
shove dat up yo cunt!"

"Derek, I don't think..."

WHAP! He reached out and slapped me hard. He would do
that if I didn't serve properly. My face stung and the
boys laughed. I reached down and lifting one leg onto
my desk, started to work the large blackboard eraser up
into my pussy.

"Remember Miss Bitch, you jus' do what we say, and
everything gonna be fine!" Derek said squeezing one of
my tits. The thing about the sexual use that got me
was that it was constant. Non stop. My days and nights
were nothing but nigger sex now, .sex and offense.
Those black teen boys love to humiliate white women.
There I sat with the eraser stretching my pussy,
.sticking out about two inches.

"You can get it in further than that, do it, Cunt!"
Derek said. And I pushed more of the eraser into my
twat. It was painful to say the least. Finally only the
black end of the eraser showed, stretching my cunt
horribly and feeling like a two by four inside me.

"Good job Miss Bitch. You see, you can do anything we
tell you to do if you put yo mind to it!" The boys
laughed and he handed me another eraser.

"Now dis one goes up your asshole!"

"Oh my God, please be reamisterable. That's not possible,
that’s..." Whack! Whack! Whack! I was backhanded that
time. I should have known it was possible. After all I
took nine and ten inches of nigger dick up my asshole
most nights. I had never been ass-fucked until I met
these boys. Derek really loves to fuck ass. I don't
know why he was so partial to it. Anyway, even though
it hurt so badly I thought I would pass out, I found
out I could indeed shove the blackboard eraser up my
asshole. And there I sat with both holes plugged.

"Now teacher, you gonna go the rest of the day like
that. Don' you dare take dem erasers out! You
unnerstand? We gonna check you out after every class,
and you better have dem in!" Oh God, it was only third
hour and so that meant I had to go through lunch like
this and all afternoon. I would die.

"Yeah," Derek smiled tugging on my swollen nipples. "An
after school today, we gonna introduce you to some of
the boys who are not in your classes. We think its time
you expanded a bit in your nigger service. So, we gonna
introduce you to some of the other boys from the
school, and from now on, you be fucking and sucking dem
too!"

"Please be reamisterable, Derek, I already sexually serve
sixteen of you. I try to do a good job, if you bring in
more boys, I might not be able to please you as much!"

"Oh yes you will, or you will get punished. And you
know how you hate dat! Shit, I thinking you can easily
handle twenty or twenty five boys a day! Dat mouth of
yo's like a vacuum cleaner! In fact, da six of us,
ready for a good sucking right now. And I gonna shoot
off all over your face. And you don't dare wipe it off.
You wear it proudly all day!

"But other teachers will see it. They will know!"

"Dey will know, but dey can't prove nothing. So dey
think you a slut. It's true! I started to cry. The boys
loved to see me cry. I had no place to escape to. I
knew that when I got home from school there would be
ten or twelve black boys in my apartment waiting their
turn to fuck me or get sucked. I had to cook for them
too. My life was ruined at twenty-two.

With my cunt and ass throbbing with pain, I sank to me
knees and with my teeth started to open Derek's
trousers. I could feel his huge thick nigger dick
pushing against the material, and my cunt started to
soak the eraser...

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The Social Worker


Diane had just been hired as a social worker for the
city and had been given her first task by her boss Miss
Gaines, a large black lady. The task was in the ghetto
section of town but she didn't care. She needed the
money to support her well off lifestyle. She was
divorced and making plenty of money but she spent as
much as she made. As she approached the torn up
buildings she found the one she was looking for and
parked and walked up 5 flights of stairs. She knocked
on the door.

Who's there?

"I am Diane Walker from the city social services
department. We had a few complaints about your kids and
I am here to talk to you." Diane said through the door.

The door opened and a large black lady in raggedy
clothes moved aside so she could walk in. The room had
very old furniture but she went to the couch and sit
down, not even brotherly to ask permission. She wanted
to get this done fast. Besides the facts were already
known, all she had to do was tell the lady and leave.

Donna, the large black lady, closed the door and then
moved to the couch and sit down very close to Diane so
that they were touching. Diane tried to move to the
side but Donna moved with her so she decided to just
explained the complaints to her and leave. She
proceeded to tell her about what was reported and the
actions the city had to correct the problem when she
felt Donna's hand slide on her right tit and felt a
sharp pain as she had pinched it through her bra.

"Stop that," she warned, pushing Donna's hand away. "Or
I'll have to add that to the list of reports on you."

Donna smiled and then put her hand on her bare thigh
causing Dianne to shiver.

"I'm not joking; I'm going to report you this moment."
She yelled. "Owww!"

Donna had pinched her thigh and it hurt like hell. She
jumped up and headed to the door with Donna following
behind slowly. When she reached it, she found it
wouldn't open. She tried again. Owwww! The bitch had
pinched her ass. Owww! Again.

Diane turned around and slapped Donna across the face.

"I mean quit bitch," she said.

She started to say something else when she felt a knee
in her crotch. The pain was horrible, as she gripped
her cunt and look up; Donna slapped her hard on the
face cheek causing her to let go of her pussy long
enough for her to kick it again. She buckled under
reaching for her cunt as she slid to the floor in a
sitting position. She didn't see it till it was too
late as Donna kicked her in the tits causing her head
to bounce back into the door. She was hurting all over.

"Stop, please, I won't tell anyone, I promise." She
yelled in pain.

"Of course not you little white tramp," said Donna,
gripping her by the hair and pushing her forward on her
belly on the floor. She laid two quick kicks on your
ass causing her dress to rise up over her waist as
Diane starting pleading and crying on the floor. Her
hands didn't know what hurt more as she fanatically
tried to protect each part of her body from the next
onslaught.

"Listen cunt. If you don't do everything I say when I
say it; I'm going to beat you up so back even your
lady won't recognize you. And don't brother yelling,
the folks around here are used to seeing white girls
getting beaten up and enjoy it as much as me." The
woman was yelling down at her. She kicked Diane in the
side causing her to clench her stomach from the pain.

"Yes, please. No more please." Diane pleaded.

"Get your ass in the air now slut and head on the
floor. Pull your dress up and those honky panties down
to your knees. I want to look at my new slave ass." The
woman commanded her.

Diane in fear raised her ass and lifting her dress on
her back proceeded to lower her panties. She was
ashamed and tried to avoid looking back for fear she
would kick her again.

"Your ass is too white whore. I think I'll have to put
some color in it with a few spanks." The woman yelled
again. "You'll like that slave, won't you, or should I
continued kicking you till you crippled and worthless?
Tell your mistress to spank your naughty white ass."

"Please mistress," sobbed Diane. "Spanked my worthless
white ass."

Donna squatted behind Diane and took position to spank
her ass. This cunt was easier to tame then most.
Probably was pampered all her life. She raised her hand
and slapped the ass as hard as she could enjoying the
sound of Diane yell.

"Tell me to spank it again, sweetie." She demanded
again.

"Please, spank my ass again. Not so hard, please
mistress." Diane pleaded.

Donna slapped it again harder this time. "Do not tell
me how to spank your worthless ass slut. Now wiggle
that ass of yours for the next 18 and beg each time or
I shove your ass right out the window." She warned.

Diane started wiggling her ass as Donna was slapping
randomly on her ass. The pain was too much and she was
crying while she begged for another. When Donna was
done, she knew she wouldn't be able to sit down for
weeks and she was crying like a two-year old baby.
Donna pinched her ass causing her to yell.

"I just love to pinch you fancy white chick's ass," she
said. Pinching her clit, Dianne screamed and jumped
from the pain.

"Get those damn clothes off and crawl to the couch
bitch," said Donna getting up and then walking to the
couch and sitting down. She had lifted her dress and
was stroking her cunt as Diane looked at her in fear
and panic while she removed all her clothes. She
couldn't afford any more pain and slowly crawled back
to the couch as Donna spread her legs and pointed down
to her pussy.

"Get your tongue in here bitch and do what white girls
do best. It better be good or I get the neighbor boys
to come over and shove their large cocks up your ass
till you can't walk again." Donna warned her.

Diane lowered her head and crawled forth and started
licking the heavy bush of Donna's. Donna gripped her
hair roughly and placed her tongue in the spot she
wanted. She kicked the side of her ass, telling her she
better get better at it fast or she'll change her mind
and get the boys.

Diane was licking furiously and somehow with all the
pain on her body, she found herself getting excited. At
first the taste was horrible, but now she was starting
to enjoy it. She needed no more punishments as her
tongue seem to be working in earnest like it was her
pussy being licked.

Donna came on her face and looked down at her. "You're
just like all the other white whores, Ms Gaines sends
me." she said. "Easy to beat up cunts who never had to
work in their lives."

"You see, cunt," she said. "I train all the cunts that
she sends and we make a lot of money off your worthless
asses."

She smiled at the fear and surprise on Diane face. "Yes
you are all screened so no one will miss ya and then we
train you to worship black women and men." She laughed
and gripping Diane head shoved it between her thighs
again. "Start kissing my cunt slut."

Diane started kissing her cunt in fear. What could she
do? The lady could beat her up easily and she didn't
have any clothes to run away even if she could get the
door open. Maybe later she could figure something out.
She was still thinking when Donna pushed her by the
head on her back to the floor.

"Now for some serious licking," she said, looking down
she lifted her dress off exposing her large breasts and
huge ass. She stood astride Diane prone body and turned
around so she was looking up at her ass as she
proceeded to lower her ass downward on her face.

"Nooooo," cried Diane, turning her head to the side
trying to avoid what was settling down on top of it.
"Owwwwww."

Donna was slapping her tits hard as she proceeded to
return her face to the upright position as Donna then
sat on it so her mouth was in her asshole. She couldn't
breathe and was panting loud.

"Get that tongue of yours in there bitch or I'll sit
harder on your face till you pass out." Donna yelled at
her.

The pressure on the sides of her face was hard, as
Dianne proceeded to lick around the dirty asshole and
then started working her tongue up inside. Her
breathing was becoming more difficult as she was trying
to get her to cum before she ***d. Soon her
tongue was deep in her asshole and going in with ease.

"Nice little white whore," said Donna rocking on the
tongue. "I might keep you for my own with that tongue
of yours."

"Of course, Ms Gaines will get visitation rights," she
added laughing.

Diane was still licking and probing in earnest as Donna
gripped her tiny white tits and started pinching
slowly.

"That's more like it," she said. "I knew you were a
tongue slut all along. Nice little tities too. Don't
make me mad or I'll to take a paddle to them and
flatten them out a little."

She came again with her ass muscles clenching Diane
tongue, which was buried inside. Finally her asshole
relaxed so Diane could remove her tongue as she rose
up.

"Come slut on your knees while I show you around and
tell you your duties." Donna told her. "Crawl like the
bitch you are."

Diana crawled behind her new mistress. Donna opened a
cabinet and got two cuffs and told her to turn around.
She fastened her hands together in back and just above
her ankles. She then grabbed her tit and told her to
follow her. She was led to a large bathroom where Donna
made her face the sink area and then roughly pushed her
over the counter.

Taking a brush, she starting working it in roughly in
her asshole till it was firmly seated. It didn't have
much resistance since Diane had gotten very excited
despite herself from her earlier treatment. Grabbing a
toothbrush she told Diane to open her mouth and she
inserted it in. Next, she turned her around to face the
toilet.

"You are to clean that john with this toothpaste till
it is sparkling clean. Do you understand?" She yelled
at her. She slapped her ass twice to see if she
understood. Diane shook her head yes while Donna
slapped her ass again and told her to get started. As
Diane got on her knees, Donna said she had to make some
calls but will return shortly for inspection. She
watched Diane put her head in the toilet to wet the
toothbrush and departed form the room.

"That's a good boy," said Mo as he pressed the head of
his cock against my asshole. Instinctively I struggled to
get away, but he held my in a grip like a steel vice. As
he shoved his monster into me it felt like a fucking
orange pushing up against me and I knew that there was no
way that I was going to be able to take it in.

Just then the cock that had been in my wife's ass pulled
out and began to spray cum like a fire hose. It was every
bit of 15" long and as big around as a boa constrictor. I
had no idea that a human cock could be so long, it was
almost scary to think that my wife had taken it all into
her cunt. I just prayed that he wouldn't try for me.

My wife laughed out loud as she reached down, grabbed the
monster and pointed it at my face. I reflexively jerked
back from the torrent of cum just as Mo pushed forward
into my anus.

"SHIT!!" I screamed as half his cock slid into my virgin
asshole.

"Thanks Horse," Mo laughed to the mammoth cock wielder,
"I needed a little help to get into this pussy
ladyfucker's backdoor cunt."

The guy in my wife's mouth moved down to her pussy as
Horse rolled off her and Karl moved his 13" into her
mouth. I almost forgot about the cock in my ass as I
watched my wife begin to deep throat him. That is until
Mo began to pump into me violently.

"Damn," said Mo, "You're a tighter cunt than your whore
wife was when we first started with her." His dick must
have rubbed my prostate (or so I wanted to believe)
because I began to cum into the bedspread like a madman.
The special nut that I had been saving for the last three
months was now spewing all over my bed as a huge nigger
fucked my ass.

I was ashamed, angry, and ready to die from
embarrassment, I was also the center of attention. "Look
at all the cum that tiny thing is shooting," said my wife
as her mouth came free of Karl's cock, "he must really
enjoy you Mo. He's taking you like a natural."

I couldn't believe that Kelly was enjoying my offense
so much. Suddenly the guy in her pussy began to shout
"I'M CUMMING WHORE!! TAKE MY LOAD!" as he began to ram
harder into her, she concentrated on him and began to
buck wildly on his 10" cock as he came.

After he had shot his wad in her, he pulled out he said,
"Karl, this cuckolds brownie is so full of cum I can hardly feel
anything anymore."

"Well," said Horse, "her husband should do something
about that since he's our host, don't yeah thing?"

Horse grabbed my wife by her 24" waist and shoved her
pussy under my face. "Clean that cuckolds brownie up you cock loving
faggot," he growled.

I could see cum pouring out of Kelly's twat and I thought
to myself, "There is no way I'm eating that cuckolds brownie!"
Suddenly Mo shoved hard into me as he began to fill my
ass with his cum and powerd my face into my wife's twat.
I heard a muffled voice say "eat or *** lady
fucker." and laughter filled the room.

I had lost all thoughts of pride or manliness and I began
to lap the cum out of my wife's pussy. "That's it honey,"
said my wife, "dig that tongue deep inside and get it all
out."

While I was eating what seemed like gallons of sperm from
my wife's cunt I felt Mo pull out of my ass only to be
replaced by another cock. "Well since her pussy is in the
shop for maintenance," Horse's voice said, "I guess I'll
have to use this pussy instead." and he shoved his giant
cockhead against my ass. I didn't even protest as his
fist sized cockhead moved into my anus, I just continued
licking my wife's swollen cunt.

My prick began to get hard again as Horse used my ass
and I didn't even try to fight it. I just wanted this
whole experience to end. "Hey Otis," said Karl, "this
pussy is clean enough now, you're up bro."

He then grabbed my wife under her arms and slid her to
the side of the bed so that her legs were hanging over
the edge and her cunt was open for another load of cock.
Otis brought his 9" cock (which is still more than twice
as large as mine) up to her opening and slid it in with
no resistance at all.

"Goddamn this cuckolds brownie is loose! I can't even feel anything,"
he complained after a few strokes. "I've got an idea,"
said Horse. "Why don't you get Calvin to help?"

"How the hell can he help?" asked Otis.

"Ya'll both get in her pussy," laughed Horse. "You think
you're joking but watch this cuckolds brownie man!" laughed Calvin as
he approached my wife, "Otis, lay on your back and put
the bitch on top of you." Otis rolled over onto his back
and my wife straddled his crotch while sitting up with
her back towards his head. She then reached down, grabbed
his cock and lined it up with her cunt.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she whimpered as Otis began
to hump into her loose pussy.

"Now it's time for me." said Calvin as he moved onto the
bed on his knees and positioned himself between their
legs. He grabbed his ten inches and put the head at her
slit. Then in one big push, timed with Otis's thrusts, he
pushed the entire length of his cock into her pussy
alongside Otis's.

"That is fucking unbelievable!" yelled Mo, "I've got an
idea, push her over onto her belly and let me fuck her
ass while ya'll tear her pussy open!"

"Hell Yeah!" yelled Karl. As my wife leaned forward
moaning and yelling in pleasure, Mo straddled Otis's
belly and powerd his 12" cock into my wife's ass.

The sight of three giant cocks going in and out of my
wife at the same time was too much for me to stand and I
started cumming like crazy. Apparently Horse felt the
same way as he suddenly pulled his cock from my ass,
grabbed my throat, and jerked my face in front of his
cock so that he could squirt his cum all over me.

"Wipe that cuckolds brownie of off your face and lick your hands
clean pussy!" yelled Horse when he saw his nut dripping
off of my face. I reached up and cleaned the cum from my
eyes and nose and sucked it off of my fingers like it was
honey.

I could no longer deny the effect that this situation was
having on me. I was being treated like some sort of
homosexual cum slut and I was enjoying it. I had cum
twice and no one had ever touched my prick. I finally let
down any homophobic barriers that my mind had set up and
showed Horse that I worshipped his big black cock by
taking as much of it into my mouth as I could and licking
it clean of all the cum and cuckolds brownie that was on it from my
ass.

"We done punked this poor faggot out ya'll," laughed
Horse as I sucked him clean. As soon as I couldn't taste
any more cum on him, I moved over to the three men on my
wife and began licking all around her cunt and ass. I was
tonguing cunt, ass, balls, cock, cuckolds brownie, cum, and who knows
what and I was loving it. My prick had never lost its
erection from my last nut and I knew that a third one
couldn't be far behind.

"Somebody fuck me please." I cried out while licking as
rapidly as possible, "I need a cock in my ass now!"

"Beg me for it you little bitch!" snarled Karl as he
approached with a magnificent hard on.

"Please give me your wonderful cock, I need it, fill me
up!" I was at the point of tears from frustration. Karl
wiped my ass dry with a shirt from the floor.

"Now you're gonna have an experience!" he laughed and he
slammed all 13 inches into me in one motion. I could feel
the red dripping down my inner thighs from my torn
rectum but I didn't care, I just wanted to be used.

"You're such a fucking wimp." spat my wife, "You'll never
know what it feels like to be in me again. From now on
the only sex you'll get is when one of my lovers takes
your ass or mouth."

I hoped that she wasn't being serious but right then I
was too busy to discuss it.

END

Jamal lifted her off his manhood and looked her in the
eyes. "You loved the taste, didn't you? You want more
and more, don't you?" She could only lower her eyes,
and nod her head yes. She was so ashamed that she had
actually enjoyed being dominated and made to perform
such a perverted act. She had been unfaithful to her
husband, but didn't regret it for a second.

What was she going to do now? Was she going to become
an expert cocksucker, like Pat? Is that what they had
in store for her? But no, Pat talked about her being
fucked with that black sausage. That's what she had
been trying to think of! It looked like a large summer
sausage she had seen in the supermarket. It had been
down her throat and hadn't *******ed her, maybe, it
wouldn't split her pussy wide open, either. What was
she thinking? She wasn't going to let him fuck her!
What a crazy thought! She had to get out of here! She
couldn't think straight with that black monster staring
her in the face!

She slowly got to her feet, and put on her panties and
skirt. She could tell her pussy was soaking wet! Pat
handed her the ripped blouse and she wrapped it around
her shoulders. She had the bra in her hand. Nobody said
a word, as she went out the door and ran for her house.
All afternoon and evening, she could taste his cum in
her mouth. She didn't want to brush and get rid of the
taste. She had kissed Dave on the cheek because she was
afraid he could smell or taste Jamal's juice. Dave was
happy and relaxed, but, also busy. He seemed to have a
great many papers to grade and correct each evening.
She usually went to bed before him, and got up after he
left.

For several days, she hadn't seen Pat or Jamal and kept
looking out the window in anticipation of Pat coming to
visit. She knew Pat was home and Dave talked about how
nice Jamal had been each evening. What had happened?
She would know from Dave, if Jamal was angry. Was Pat
angry because she had drank a gallon of Jamal's juice?
She was becoming a nervous wreck!

She finally admitted to herself what was wrong. She
wanted more! She wanted to be dominated by Jamal and
his giant cock! She missed the feel and taste of it! As
long as he gave her more, he could do whatever he
wanted! Even fuck her! There! She had admitted the
truth to herself! She wanted to suck and fuck him, even
if it would be impossible to get all of him inside her
small pussy. After reaching this conclusion, she wasn't
so nervous, but still looked out the window for a
glimpse of Pat. She wanted to admit the truth to her!

It was two days more before Pat came bouncing thru her
front door. She was so happy to see Pat, she gave her a
big hug and kiss on the lips!

"Whoa, girl! I can see you are ready for the big event.
Your husband is going to have big news when he comes
home tonight. He's going on a month long trip, and you
are going to get everything you have been thinking
about. A whole month of fucking and sucking! Think you
can handle that? I don't have time to chat now. I've
got shopping to do."

Dave was proud as a peacock when he came home. He was
going to the month long seminar. One thing, he was
worried about leaving her alone. After assurances that
she would be just fine, he was relaxed and eager to get
ready for the trip. One part of her was scared to death
of what was going to happen. Another part, was looking
forward to it. She may as well be excited, for it was
going to happen regardless of how she felt! She was on
her period and they couldn't make love before he left.
She stopped the day before he caught his flight, but
never told him. They made plans for a long love making
session, as soon as he returned.

That same evening, Pat was at the door. "Tomorrow
morning, Jamal is moving in here with you for the next
month. He has taken a leave of absence, and the two of
you are going to spend every minute together. By the
time Dave comes home, your pussy will be stretched so
big, he will never fuck you again! You will also be
pregnant with a black baby! I am going to visit my
family, so I will be out of the picture. Do you
understand what I am saying?

"You are going to be his fuck slut and carry his young!
Half the women in this town are the ladys of his
youngren. Their husbands say nothing because of fear.
If not physical fear, then fear of losing their income.
Jamal is very powerful and controls most of the
businesses around the college. If you don't want this
to happen to you, then go out that door and don't look
back."

"Why are you telling me this? Wouldn't Jamal punish you
if he heard what you said?"

"He might even ******* me. But, you are young and
beautiful, also very innocent. I just wanted you to
have one last chance. After tomorrow morning, your life
will never be the same again. I've said too much. I
just have a soft spot for you. Well, if you're still
here, I'll see you in a month." Saying, "Good Luck!"
Pat waved as she went out the door.

Judy kept thinking of what Pat had said. She knew she
should just leave. The car was in the driveway, but
where would she go? She had no relatives and Dave's
were also dead. She had no friends to turn to. Could
she go to Dave? What would she tell him? If she stayed,
what would she tell him when he returned home? Would
she be pregnant? She wasn't on birth control and
Jamal's long, thick cock would certainly get her that
way.

Was he really going to fuck her everyday? She was still
trying to make up her mind, when she fell arelax. She
awoke with the sun shining in her face and someone
knocking at the door. It was too late! Jamal was here!
The decision had been made and her body had no choice,
but, to comply with whatever happened. She went to
answer the door and greet her fate!

Jamal closed the door behind himself and began
undressing. In seconds, he was stark naked, with his
giant manhood at half mast.

"Well, don't just stand there. Get those clothes off!
First rule of the house, no clothes inside the doors."

He was so huge and intimidating! He was more than twice
the weight of the small Judy. His giant frame and her
small one, scared and excited her at the same time. She
was too scared not to obey, and this eased her
conscience of what was going to happen. No matter how
much she enjoyed and desired the events to take place,
she could always believe it was pure power.

Without a word, Judy licked her lips then reached
behind her neck to unclasp the hook of her dress.
Drawing the zipper down, a moment later, her pink dress
lay upon the carpet. Reaching behind her, she unclasped
her back and undid her bra clip, then peeled the lacy
garment from her body. Thumbs in the waistband of her
panties, she bared her black mound for her Master,
letting the lacy garment fall to her heels. Stepping
forward with her white panties tangled on a heel, Lisa
knelt down onto the carpet, reaching up gingerly to
touch the stiff black muscle that throbbed in front of
her.

Judy nervously stuck her pointed tongue out to taste
him. He moaned softly as he felt her soft hand squeeze
him and her wet tongue gave his pulsing cock-head a
swipe. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs to
keep her balance and her sexual instincts were taking
control. He wanted to let her do whatever she felt
capable of doing, not wanting to power her to do
something that would repulse her. For now, he wanted
her compliant and eager to please him. Later, she would
find her true place in the scheme of things.

Judy was trying to get more of Jamal's cock inside her
mouth. She wanted it down her throat and in her
stomach! Her mouth would go no wider, and still, only
about four inches were inside. She tried raising
herself to get a better angle. Now, she could swallow
more! She began a fucking motion, and each time his
cock would hit the back of her throat with a 'thump.'
For only a heartbeat, it crossed her mind that she was
willingly sucking a giant black cock! What was she
becoming? The heartbeat passed and so did the thought.
Judy gave herself to satisfying this powerful, black
man.

Jamal placed his big hand on her head and began
controlling her movements. After all, he knew what felt
good and what didn't. He had her head going like a
jackhammer. The feeling started deep in his stomach and
exploded toward the opening of his cock. It shot into
her throat like a machine gun on full automatic.

Judy felt his prick stiffen and get bigger! Before she
could swallow, she was being drowned in cum juice! It
shot down her throat, out her nose, and some probably
went into her lungs! She was swallowing as fast as
possible, and it was still flooding her mouth! He
pulled out an inch or two and this gave her a chance to
swallow the extra in her mouth.

Now, she could keep up with the steady flow of juice.
That wonderful tasting, black cum juice! Still on her
knees, licking the cum from her lips, Judy felt her
stomach feel a bit queasy but she was proud of herself
at what she had done. Still on her knees, cum began
escaping from the corners of her mouth as the cock
started to deflate in size.

Jamal pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the
bedroom. She was staggering from the exertion of
sucking him to climax. She was physically and mentally
exhausted. She couldn't get her thoughts in order. She
knew she had crossed a bridge and could never go back.
At the moment, she wasn't sure she wanted to. Entering
the bedroom, she collapsed on the bed. She was flat on
her back, legs spread.

Without saying a word, Jamal dived between her spread
legs. In an instant, Her pussy mound was covered by his
big mouth. He was flicking his tongue against her
sensitive clitoris, while lapping up and down, tasting
her sweet wetness. He twisted his tongue around Judy's
throbbing clit, then closed his lips on it, sucking
hard. Groaning, Judy pressed her cunt into his face.

Then, Jamal's tongue shot into Judy's passage, feeling
the honeyed cunt lips tighten around his thrusting
tongue. He was plunging his tongue in and out like a
cock, fucking her sweet pussy with his long, thick
tongue. There were sweet, slippery juices seeping from
her pussy, and he swallowed every drop! Judy was
moaning, while tossing her crotch up and down. She
didn't seem to know whether to fuck his tongue, or
grind her cunt against his face, so, she did both!

"Oh, My God! Lick me, Jamal. Eat me! Eat my pussy!"
Judy was sobbing and groaning. Her body was like a
steel spring ready to break.

Jamal put his hands under her ass and lifted it into
the air, while he buried his face tightly into her
crotch. He dug his fingers into the firm cheek's of
Judy's ass, and shoved his face and tongue as tightly
as he could into her steaming cunt. Each time his
tongue withdrew, it would flick her swollen, throbbing
clit.

Judy couldn't stand it much longer! The session with
Peg had been nothing like this! She could hear the wet
sounds of his tongue lapping her pussy. Jamal's tongue
was longer and bigger than Dave's dick. No wonder she
had felt she was missing something. The feeling had
been building in her belly and was entering the walls
of her pussy. "Oh, God!" Judy began to whimper. "Oh,
God... Oh, God! I'm cumming, Jamal, I'm cumming! "Oh
God, so good, so good... so beautiful!

Jamal felt her ass cheeks tighten and her pussy spasm
time after time. He could hear her whimpering and
sobbing about how good it was. Feeling her starting to
relax, he gently let her ass down and took his hands
away. He slid up her body and gave her their first
kiss.

She parted her lips to take the tongue, that had just
left her sweet pussy, into her mouth. She pulled her
head back and licked around his mouth, getting all her
juices from his face. She pressed her body against his,
and he gave her another long, probing kiss. She moaned
softly into his mouth.

Jamal looked her in the eyes, and asked, "Are you ready
for the final lesmister?"

"Judy gave him a tender smile, and answered, "As ready
as I'll ever be." She reached down and took his big
cock in her hand. It was already as hard as a ball bat.
Her stomach began doing flip flops from fear and
nervousness.

Jamal folded the pillow under her head so she could see
what was happening between her legs. He wanted her to
know what her tiny pussy could accept. She would be
stretched to the limit, but he believed her pussy would
finally surrender to his giant cock. He spread her legs
wider and firmly rubbed his cock head against Judy's
clit. Judy was watching every movement, and couldn't
believe in his size, but she was in love with it. "I
can't believe I'm going to do this. What has happened
in the short time since we moved here? How did I go
from being a loving wife to sucking and fucking a man I
detested?"

She was wide-eyed, looking at the size of him as he
began pressing into her, beginning to open her,
beginning to stretch her. She was spreading her thighs
more, trying to relieve the pressure of his advancing
cock. She was groaning loudly as she felt herself
stretching to accommodate his size, then a cry as the
head of his cock entered her, penetrating her,
stretching her to the maximum. When Judy watched its
plump purple head disappear into her tiny pussy, she
pulled her head back and screamed.

Jamal pushed deeper and deeper. Judy clenched her fist
in celebration! She had done it! She had taken all that
massive cock into her body! Then she looked between her
legs. Oh, My God! Jamal had only powerd about four of
his inches in, before stopping. He pulled back until
just the fat cock-head was inside her lips and began
fucking her with the same four inches.

She was getting FUCKED! Not fully yet, but still
FUCKED! Judy gave a deep moan, knowing there was no
going back. She had to continue having sex with this
powerful, demanding black man. She had never believed
her pussy could be so tightly filled, rightly fucked.
She could feel her pussy lips stretch open and her clit
swelling with bright fire. Judy groaned with each
painful thrust between her widespread legs.

Jamal began to push more strongly, and his cock began
invading her as he slowly pushed deeper into her. He
was pushing it in ever so slowly, and then pulling out,
going just a little bit deeper that the last thrust.
Judy was groaning continuously, her thighs fully open.
Moving back and forth, wetting his
cock in her slick pussy, as he pushed into her, Judy
gave a hoarse cry as he impaled her on his cock. He
held his cock fully into her until she got used to his
size, and he began to fuck her with slow deep strokes,
till Judy was moaning, her legs lifting up, her body
jerking with each thrust.

God it was wonderful! My pussy was beginning to stretch
deeper and wider to allow more of him in, and I was
juicing like I’ve never been wet before. With each of
his powerful thrusts he was getting deeper and deeper
in my pussy, until his huge cum filled balls were
slapping home. My body began to feel a funny tingle, a
shivering experience never felt before, a burning itch
was spreading between my legs.

Judy's cunt muscles would have squeezed the thick shaft
had they not been stretched to the limit. His cock was
so much thicker and longer than any she had ever
imagined. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, needing to
put out the hot burning itch between her thighs.

Jamal began to speed up the fuck, bringing squeals and
moans of pleasure from the beautiful Asian bitch,
squeals of delight that were like all the girls who had
sampled his big black boner. He felt her legs wrap
themselves around him as she arched up to capture more
of his cock. He then began pounding her harder and
harder, slamming into her, giving her the fucking that
she deserved.

Judy felt her body convulse and shudder, spasm after
spasm coursing through her body for the first time,
causing her to cry out "Jamal... Oh, God, Jamal... YES!
Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cummingggggggg!"

The burning sensation had become a raging inferno that
was threatening to destroy her! She lost control of her
body, arching up into the air, taking that long black
shaft deep into her clasping hot pit. Judy felt her
black lover thrust harder and faster into her, burying
his thick cock deep into her womb. She felt his body
quiver upon her, then she clasped her legs tightly
around him, just as spurt after spurt of his hot seed
began filling her womb. She could feel his huge, hard,
fat head piercing her cervix, going all the way into
her uterus. Shooting load after load of his potent seed
into her body. She knew she had just finished her
period and wouldn't get pregnant this time, but she
couldn't help but cry, "Cum in me! Give me a black
baby!

Judy ****** at this point and didn't wake up for
several hours. When she awoke, she had to be helped to
the bathroom and a tub of hot water. She was so sore
she could barely stand. Her pussy couldn't bear being
touched for the next three days, but that didn't stop
her from becoming a proficient cocksucker. She had
discovered different angles that allowed her to
actually take some of his big cock down her throat. She
was as impatient as he to get that monster cock back
inside her hungry pussy.

On the evening of the third day, there was repeat of
her being conquered by his long, black dick. Now, it
was nothing but pleasure, and raw fucking. The month
passed much too soon, but what a month it had been! Not
a day passed that she wasn't fucked and filled with his
baby making seed! She knew she was pregnant and
carrying his young. Maybe, twins or triplets!

She lived for his cock and would have done anything for
him. All he need do was ask and she instantly obeyed.
Home, husband, or reputation were no longer important.
At first, she had been ashamed how her body had
betrayed her entire being, but, no longer.

She picked up Dave at the airport and drove him home.
She expected a confrontation between Jamal and Dave,
but, Jamal was not there. Dave wanted sex immediately,
and she felt it her wifely duty to do as he wished. As
soon as he penetrated her, she knew it was useless and
so did he. His puny dick wouldn't even touch the sides
of her pussy. She had been ruined for any cock smaller
than Jamal's.

Dave looked into her eyes with a searching stare. She
said one word. "Jamal." Dave never said another word.
He packed his clothes, got into the car and left. That
was the last she ever saw or heard of the husband she
had loved so much.

Jamal continued to come over and give her a weekly
fucking, but as her belly got bigger, he seemed to lose
interest. He had been paying the mortgage and giving
her living expenses, but, he had something else in
store for her. One evening, he showed up at the door
with a black friend named Sam. Sam was about Jamal's
size in stature, but more her own age.

"I brought you a gift." These were his first words.
Then, he continued explaining, "Sam is single and will
take care of you. You now belong to him. Treat him with
the same love and respect you have showed me. He will
take care of your financial and physical needs. If
anything, he is bigger than me. You won't be
disappointed. Sometimes, we will get together for a
threesome, but otherwise, you are his, to do with as he
sees fit." Saying this, he closed the door behind
himself as he left.

Sam began throwing his clothes on the floor as he
undressed. Judy saw the large piece of black meat
swinging between his legs, and dropped to her knees in
surrender.

END

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Sylvia Pays the Rent


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It
should not be read by permisters under the age of 18
either physically or mentally. No one should use the
methods described here in lieu of actually paying or
collecting the rent. Rent should be paid by cheque or
money order when due.

Someone was pounding on the door. Sylvia Granada slowly
realized that it wasn't a dream. "All right, all right.
I'm coming!" She rolled slowly off the single bed in
her tiny studio apartment and put her feet on the floor.
Shoes, she was still wearing her platform shoes. She
had fallen arelax in her clothes again, a pair of very
short cutoffs and a T-shirt. Yesterday had been
exhausting, looking for work again with no success.

Her breasts ached, full of milk. In fact she was
leaking milk out of both of her 34B cup tits. She was
only 19 but had already been married, given birth and
was now separated. Her husband had skipped out of town
6 days ago without leaving any money for her or her 3
month old baby. The bum!

Maybe she could land another man if she couldn't get
work. After all, she was young, Hispanic and quite
pretty. She had quickly regained her slender 34-22-34
figure after the baby was born. Light brown skinned
in complexion and a mere 5 foot 2 inches tall she only
weighed 102 pounds with straight shoulder length brown
hair and black eyes.

The baby cried out from its crib. Of course, it wanted
breakfast. Sighing, she picked it up and lifted her
white T-shirt over her firm young breasts, swollen with
milk, and held the baby to her left breast so it could
nurse.

As the baby sucked and fed greedily on her left tit,
somewhat relieving the pressure on her full swollen
glands, the pounding resumed at the door.

"Okay, okay, hold on, I'm coming!"

Quickly she walked over and opened the front door of
her small studio apartment.

"Oh, Mr. Landes."

Her landlord, a 45 year old slightly paunchy, balding
white man of 6 feet dropped his cigar. His mouth had
fallen open at the sight of this pretty, slender
Hispanic girl of 19 just standing there in platform
shoes and cutoffs, her T-shirt pulled up over both of
her perfect pointy, firm young breasts, nursing her
baby. His eyeballs riveted on her right tit, whose
stiffening dark brown nipple was leaking little
driblets of sweet white milk over a big brown areola.

"Uh, morning Ms. Granada, that's a very lucky baby you
have there."

"What?"

Sylvia quickly realized she was exposed and sheepishly
pulled her T-shirt over her right breast which was
continuing to leak milk.

"Yes, very lucky indeed," Mr. Landes said admiringly.

Sylvia continued to nurse the baby but was somewhat
taken aback by the forwardness of Mr. Landes' impudent
and rude remark.

Icily, she said, "What is it Mr. Landes?"

"A little matter of the rent Ms. Granada."

Stooping to pick up his cigar, he took the opportunity
to ogle her sexy legs.

"Its the 5th and you're late."

"Oh, uh, oh...I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll have
it this month. You see my husband left me, he skipped
town, and no one knows where he is and he didn't leave
any money for me or the baby."

"I see. Are you working?"

"Well, I'm looking. But its hard with the baby to find
a place that will let me nurse him and I can't afford
a sitter."

"You know Ms. Granada don't you, that if you can't pay
the rent I'm going to have to evict you?"

Sylvia's face fell. "Oh please no, Mr. Landes, I can't
go home, I just can't. Please let me stay."

"Well," he said as his eyes roved upward from her
delicate ankles, smooth legs and thighs, past her
short, short cut-offs that only served to outline her
crotch and over her flat stomach. His eyes came to
rest once again at her pointy moist nipple, poking
straight out through the thin fabric of her white
cotton tee shirt. "Maybe we can work out a payment
plan. Why don't you invite me in and we'll talk?"

Sylvia swallowed hard. She could tell what was on his
mind. But she did want to stay in this apartment.

"All right, won't you please come in?"

"Thank you."

As Sylvia turned and walked back in, Mr. Landes
followed behind her, staring at her firm young ass
cheeks twitching in those oh far too shortly cropped
cut-off jeans. Sylvia put the baby, already falling
arelax from its meal, back in the crib. As Landes
closed the door, Sylvia faced him and with her hands
on her hips coldly asked, "Just what sort of payment
plan did you have in mind Mr. Landes?"

Almost casually Landes tossed his cigar out an open
window, then looked her up and down again, removing
the few clothes she was wearing with his eyes.

"Some horizontal ones Ms. Granada." Sylvia noticed a
growing bulge in the crotch of Mr. Landes' jeans.

"You do have some very attractive assets that could
be used in lieu of payment Sylvia," he continued,
staring at her perky tits and licking his lips. "Your
tits look full. Do you use a pump?" His mouth was
hanging open.

Sylvia closed her eyes. "No, I don't use a pump."

"Well then, why don't you let me oblige you? Take off
your shirt."

Sylvia swallowed hard and obediently pulled her T-shirt
over her head, dropping it to the floor. Landes
whistled appreciatively. Her tits were perfect. Thick
dark brown cylindrical nipples an inch long defiantly
stuck straight out from her firm but swollen young
breasts. Thin driblets of milky white liquid oozed from
the tips of her nipples, running down her brown areola.

"Mmmm, mmmm," Landes hummed as he stepped forward,
firmly cupping a tit in each hand. Gently he began to
squeeze. More milk oozed out. Bending down he stuck the
tip of his tongue out, licking the milk oozing out of
her left nipple.

Pausing to lick his lips he murmured "Sweet mommy's
milk."

Suddenly, his mouth engulfed her little brown jug, his
tongue working rapid circles over the nipple as he
sucked. Sylvia gasped. Her whole tit was being sucked
inside his mouth! She could feel it sorry
squirting streams of milk into Landes' mouth as
he sucked harder and harder, expertly working the
bullet like nipple with his tongue. Landes may have
been a pig but he was an expert tit sucker.

Sylvia felt a pleasurable electric sensation flow
through her body as Landes worked her, sucking more
and more milk out of her. Almost against her will she
began to feel a smoldering hot moistness growing in
the space between her legs.

Oh God! Was she actually getting turned on by this
old Anglo, old enough to be her man, sucking on
her tits? As if reading her mind, Landes' left hand
dropped down to the button at the front of her cut-
offs. His fingers began to pry it open.

"No!" she exclaimed automatically, placing her tiny
hand over his in a vain attempt to stop him.

Landes pulled his mouth away from her tit. A stream
of hot white milk shot out from the nipple and arched
seven feet across the room.

"You do want to stay here don't you Ms. Granada?"

Sylvia closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and resigned
herself.

"Yes." she muttered.

"All right then. Just relax and we'll both have a good
time."

Deftly his fingers undid the button to her shorts and
found the zipper. Slowly he unzipped her cut-offs.
As they loosened he pushed his left hand inside and
felt her crotch.

"Wow, you're not wearing any panties...and you've
shaved down there."

A devilish grin crept over his face as he felt her
bald pussy mound. The cut-offs dropped to her ankles.
She was completely nude now except for her platform
heels and gold hoop earrings. Landes began caressing
her cunt, running his middle finger up and down the
center between the closed lips of her labia. Sylvia
was holding her legs tightly together.

"Hey relax," Landes said as his right hand groped her
butt. "Gee, you've got a nice ass."

Sylvia closed her eyes and tensed up as Landes
squeezed, pinched and kneaded her twin ass cheeks.

"Nice," he hissed as the fingers of his left hand
splayed her labia apart, probing, probing, probing.
He grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger and
gently began rolling it.

Sylvia gasped and shuddered. She had not had sex since
she had become pregnant. She didn't like being felt
up and worryed by this man. Yet she couldn't ignore
the sensations sweeping over her body and the growing
moistness inside her cunt. Was she actually enjoying
this? Sylvia tremred as Landes inserted the tip of
his middle finger up her cunt, then pushed the whole
finger in up to the knuckle. Sylvia was breathing
rapidly in short ragged breaths now.

Landes began finger fucking her, in and out, in and
out. Then he put his forefinger in and began fucking
her with two fingers. In and out, in and out. It seemed
to Sylvia like it went on forever. Then Landes suddenly
withdrew his fingers from her juicy snatch and dropped
to his knees, grabbing her buttocks firmly in both
hands he began licking her cunt.

Hot young Latina pussy. And it was all his to enjoy and
do with as he pleased he thought. His tongue probed
her pussy hole, eagerly lapping her juicy young twat.
She tasted great! He couldn't get enough. Hot juicy
pussy and hot sweet mommy's milk, a double taste treat
delight.

For a long time he kept eating her pussy and kneading
her fine firm young ass. His tongue and teeth nibred
her labia and clit. Over and over again his tongue
probed her hot young twat. Involuntarily, she was
responding to Landes' tender ministrations, she was
getting the sex that she had needed so badly for so
long. Now Landes was finger fucking her and sucking her
clit at the same time.

"You on the pill Ms. Granada?"

"No," she whispered.

"Good, I want you on the bed...now." he ordered gruffly.

After pulling his two fingers out of her steaming twat
he stuck them in his mouth to savor her juices.

"Mmmm, mmmm. Finger lickin' good."

Sylvia, somewhat dazedly, as if in a dream, walked
slowly toward the bed in her platforms. The morning
sunlight seemed to make her soft brown skin glow with
a kind of radiance while the platform shoes highlighted
her slender legs and shapely ass as she moved, a young
Hispanic goddess of beauty.

"Lie down and spread your legs ... wide," he ordered.

Sylvia did as she was told, climbing onto the bed with
her platforms still on she laid back and spread her
legs as wide as she could, knees up, completely expos-
ing her glorious shaved snatch. Landes whistled
appreciatively and dropped his trousers. A 6 inch long,
2 inch wide hard-on sprang to attention, ready for
action. Quickly he climbed on the bed and positioned
himself between her luscious little thighs, his dick
throbbing.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time Ms. Granada,
ever since you moved in. You're always walking around
braless in tee shirts and cut-offs showing off every-
thing you've got with those platform shoes, just like
a whore. Well you're my whore now," he said as he began
rubbing the head of his dick up and down the length of
her hot young cunt.

Sylvia closed her eyes and turned her head to the side
on the pillow. His words were insulting but she hadn't
had sex in so long...and now she was finally going to
get fucked.

"When's the last time you had a dick shoved up your hot
little twat?"

"A year ago. Just before I got pregnant."

"Well I'm going to fill you up with white hot cum every
day till you're knocked up again you hot little slut."

With that he rammed it to her hard, shoving his dick in
all the way up her cunt as far as it would go. Sylvia
gasped. Landes grabbed her wrists and pinned them high
above her head as he began to rapidly fuck her.

"God your pussy feels good! You're a hot young Latina
cunt Sylvia. You can't just walk around here all summer
with a body like yours, hardly wearing any clothes and
not expect to get fucked. You're lucky you haven't
been grabbed and gang-banged."

Despite his words, or maybe because of them, Sylvia
found herself enjoying the feel of his thick prick
pumping inside her. She began to pant, faster and
faster. Her hips began gyrating, grinding upward to
meet Landes inward thrusts. Sylvia found herself
moaning loudly.

"You love hot white dick shoved up your little hot
Latina cunt don't you? You're just a cum receptacle
aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, please fuck me, fill me with up your cum,
oohhhh!"

Landes pumped her for a long time, fast then slow,
fast then slow. Finally he couldn't hold back any
longer. With a grunt like a bear he rammed his dick
as far as it would go up her cunt and exploded inside
her, pumping what seemed like a gallon of white-hot
lava in her sweet little twat. He felt her cunt
muscles squeezing his thick dick, milking all the
sperm out of his balls, draining him dry. His eyes
rolled back in his head as he experienced the most
intense orgasm of his life.

Sylvia felt the muscle contractions of his dick as he
pumped his seed inside her, the "thud, thud, thud" of
his sperm splattering against her vaginal walls. It
seemed like it went on forever as he pumped her full
of cum, planting his seed deep inside her.

When he'd subsided, Landes kept his dick in her twat
and gently kissed her on the lips, then rammed his
tongue in her mouth. As he withdrew from her mouth
and pussy he gently kissed and nibred both of her
tits, lightly sucking the last of her milk from her
firm young breasts. When he was through he slowly
began planting tender kisses, working his way down
the length of her body, first her delicate throat,
then her beautiful breasts again, then down her flat
tummy and cute little navel, down her freshly shaved
pussy mound to the gates of paradise.

He kissed and nibred her labia then licked her clit
before lapping some of their mixed love juices out of
the opening of her love tunnel. Giving her hot young
twat a last loving lick, he rose and began to dress.
Sylvia remained lying on the bed, her legs splayed
wide, her glorious, freshly fucked Latina pussy on
full display.

"I'll be back for another rent installment tomorrow
honey. Here's a little something for you and the baby."

He put two $100 bills on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Buy whatever you like, but just make sure you get some
lingerie. A white see-through baby doll with matching
panties is what I want to see you in tomorrow when you
open the door. Bye-bye."

---

After Landes left, Sylvia lay in bed keeping her legs
apart. She thought she could feel Landes sperm wrig-
gling around inside of her. Putting a finger in her
cunt she pulled out a wad of his cum, put it on her
tongue to taste and then swallowed. It tasted good.
She dipped her finger back in her snatch and brought
out some more to coat her clit, then leisurely began
to masturbate. She rolled her little clit with her
right thumb and forefinger while she inserted three
fingers of her left hand up her twat.

She realized now that she really couldn't get enough
cock and cum inside her. Maybe she was just made for
fucking. Was she really a slut-whore like Landes had
said? She glanced over at the money on the night stand
as she continued to finger-fuck herself. She'd find out
tomorrow.

END

Fifteen minutes into the drive, Father Riley talked
casually to Tina, learning that she and her husband were
sweethearts from high school but didn't get married till
after college. She and Larry Fleming had been married
for just two years. He also learned that they had been
trying to start a family but had no success to date.

Finally, Tina pointed out the street she lived on and to
the house she shared with her husband. The holy water had
obviously taken its full effect on Tina Fleming, her
voice slurred and her legs were wobbly when Father Riley
opened the car door for her. The elderly priest smiled
at the condition of the young wife, fingering the
confibrownieed have in his coat pocket, thinking of just
what the have would really do.

Father Riley had his arm around the young housewife,
keeping her from falling in her condition. Tina managed
to get the house key from her purse but it was Father
Riley who had to finally unlock the door for her and
help her into the house. Once inside, Father Riley
escorted Tina to the large armchair and had her sit back
and relax. Then he asked where the tea was so he could
make her a hot cup, saying it would make her feel much
better once she had some.

*

In the kitchen, the tea was easily made. However, Father
Riley could not suppress his evil desire to take
advantage of this young wife, right in her own marital
bed. His hands were shaking as he dropped the small
white pill with the word "Roche" emblazoned on it into
the unsuspecting wife's tea. He watched as it quickly
dissolved without a trace. Placing the cup of 'special'
tea on a tray, along with a cup of regular tea for
himself, he carried it out to the living room.

He watched the young wife consume the 'special' tea and
then poured her a regular cup. As he sipped on his tea,
Father Riley made small talk with the haveged wife,
noticing her voice slurring more as time went by. After
the second cup of tea, a bit more than twenty minutes
since she consumed the haveged tea, it was obvious to
Father Riley that the young wife was dozing off right
before him.

"Let me help you to your room, Mrs. Fleming!" the priest
spoke commandingly. With that, he helped the staggering
wife up from the chair. Everything was spinning in
Tina's mind at this point, unable to focus in any detail
that was taking place as she was helped to her bedroom.
Tina was helped along to her bedroom. Father Riley
flipped on the light switch, which lit up the two lamps
along either side of the bed. Then Tina lay upon her
bed, a deep relax came upon her in just another moment.

Father Riley watched the relaxing young wife, laying on
her marital bed. He anxiously waited five minutes, not
wanting to be surprised by Mrs. Fleming awakening from
her have induced relax. Then he shook her by the
shoulders, calling her name, but getting no response.
His heart was pounding in anticipation and he was
breathing hard.

Catching his breath, he placed his hand on a bare thigh.
He then began to move his hand slowly upwards to touch
Tina's womanhood through her lacy red panties. Father
Riley groaned moments later, as he felt Tina's panties
becoming damp with her juices, a result of this unwanted
stimulation.

Then the good Father took another step forward, moving
his hand upward to gain entrance into the lacy garment.
His heart was pounding in his chest as his middle finger
slid down and made contact with Tina's slick groove.
Then the middle finger slipped in, worming its way to
his second knuckle. Father Riley thought he was having a
heart attack the way his heart was pounding.

Then Father Riley removed his invading finger and
brought his right hand to his face, inhaling the
fragrance of the sweet honey. Then he began to lick his
finger, for it had the thick heady musk of her sex on
it. He reached out to cradle the relaxing beauty, his
right hand slowly creeping down to the top of the low
cut gown.

His thick fingers sneaking below the low neckline,
touching the top of the matching red lacy bra. Pudgy
fingers delving further, the fingers encountered the
soft mound of flesh. And then the priest's finger
reached his prize, squeezing the hardening pink nipple
between his fingers.

The excited priest knew he had to experience all that
was possible in this one night, knowing such an
opportunity may never present itself again. But he had
to be certain that the unsuspecting victim remain that
way, in not knowing that a **** had taken place. Peeling
the thin straps off the milk white shoulders, the priest
tugged the top of the dress down a bit and pulled the
lacy bra to reveal the pink capped ivory breasts.

Having freed her firm white breasts from the confines of
her lacy bra, the lusting old priest shifted his
attention to her red lace panties, drawing them down
over the slim hips and down the long trim legs. The
priest gulped, bringing the lacy panties to his face and
inhaled the sweet fragrance. He then gazed upon the
golden hair flowing around the young wife, displayed in
all her splendor.

The priest then shucked his clothing, shoes and
undergarment to reveal his grossly overweight body. He
returned to the young wife's thighs and licked his way
up to the beauty's precious jewel, located in the soft
golden fleece between her trim thighs.

Upon reaching his goal, the priest buried his face into
the soft golden fleece and rubbed his face about. Then
his thick wet tongue darted out in search of the
precious jewel. And then he found the slick groove. The
priest shivered at the intoxicating heady scent wafting
up from between her trim legs. Then his tongue found the
thick clit and began to tongue it playfully and trying
to nip it with his teeth, causing the petite body to
hunch up at his face in an uncontrolled response.

It was almost too much for the flabby priest, this being
his first time ever to experience all the events taking
place on this marital bed. He tried to rationalize this
evil **** by telling himself he was merely helping the
young wife in her desire to start a family.

With that, Father Riley scooted forward till his thick
shaft teased at the entrance to the golden fleece.
Rubbing his shaft up and down, the blunt shaft gained
entrance into the beauty's precious womanhood. Pumping
forward again and again, the thick shaft was slowly
buried to the entrance of the fertile womb.

The flabby priest lay upon the petite young wife,
bending his head to lick and taste the soft pink
nipples, teasing them to hardness and rubbing his hairy
chest against the hard buds. Grasping the trim hips, the
elderly priest began to fuck the beautiful young wife,
determined to fuck the hell out of her. In no time, the
body of the old priest began to shake "Ohhhhhh
...ohhhhhhhh!" the priest groaned, as his twitching old
cock hardened like a rock and exploded its hot juice
into the fertile womb of the *** wife.

A half hour later, the flabby priest awoke from his
exhausted doze, raising his body from the defiled young
beauty. He gazed down at the relaxing beauty, watching
the white fluid oozing from her precious jewel. Now
nervous that the evidence would reveal the ****, Father
Riley rushed to the bathroom for some tissues to wipe
away the evidence.

He reached for the lace panties on the floor and
struggled to get them onto the *** woman. Next,
he pulled the lacy bra up into the proper position and
pulled the spaghetti straps up onto her shoulders. He
grabbed a nearby blanket to cover the relaxing young
wife, making it appear that she merely fell arelax atop
the bed.

Before leaving, Father Riley removed all evidence that
he had even been in the Fleming's house. He washed the
tea cups and other items used to make the tea and put
the items back exactly where he had obtained them. If
ever questioned, he would merely say that he had
escorted Mrs. Fleming to her front door only and then
bid her goodbye.

*

Six weeks later it was confirmed that Tina Fleming was
in fact pregnant, and the unwitting husband and wife
were thrilled. "Honey, let's surprise Deanna and Drew
with the news on Sunday. Their church isn't much further
than ours, and we could just meet them there and thank
Father Riley at the same time. You remember my telling
you I told him that you and I were trying to start a
family, and he said he'd pray for me to conceive. Oh,
won't he be thrilled to know his prayer was answered?"
spoke Tina excitedly.

On Sunday morning, the excited couple arrived early,
and, upon seeing the Hollington's car pull up into the
church's parking lot, Tina rushed over to greet her best
friend. The two best friends embraced each other. Then
Tina pulled back a bit to announce "Guess what, I'm
finally pregnant! I wanted to come here today to tell
you and to thank Father Riley for saying that special
prayer for me!"

Then Tina noticed the tearing in Deanna's hazel eyes, as
she bit her lip from crying. "Deanna, honey, you mean
you haven't told Tina our good news yet? You haven't
told her that you're pregnant too?" Drew questioned.
Tina looked at her best friend and hugged her,
whispering softly in her ear "Oh, Deanna, I'm so sorry!"

END

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White Wives Submit to African President



I recently saw on the news that Moses N'Komo had died
in his luxury villa on the shores of Lake Lugarno. He
had lived in Switzerland for many years, ever since he
fled the African Republic of Malindi where he had been
President.

N'Komo was born the mister of a tribal chief, in the days
when the country was still a British colony, and
educated at a public school in England and Oxford
University. Whilst at university he developed a taste
for white girls, a taste which because of his good
looks, huge cock and great stamina, he found easy to
satisfy.

On his return to Malindia, however, he found that
things were not as good. The country was looking
towards apartheid run South Africa for leadership, and
well educated black men were considered something of a
danger. He only managed to get a menial job in the
Civil Service, taking orders from white men who were
rude and uneducated. He was angry at his situation but
didn't know what to do about it.

One day he entered one of the few bars that served
black men and got into conversation with a white woman
who appeared friendly. They were both flirting with
each other when her takesen husband returned and threw
a punch at Moses. The punch missed by a mile, but Moses
hit the man twice knocking him out.

The police were called but Moses fled to the bush where
he joined the freedom fighters. The Malindian
Liberation Army was not very effective at fighting the
colonial power, but under N'komo's leadership things
changed. Thousands of young blacks joined his group,
which became so successful that within two years the
British had thrown in the tail. Moses N'Komo emerged
from the bush as first President of an independent
Malindi.

The whites were given the choice of remaining British
or taking up Malindian citizenship, they all decided to
stay British. Some rightly had their resident's visa's
revoked for racist behaviour, like calling Africans
"Filthy Wogs", but the other people were thrown out of
the country for no good reamister.

My wife Sally and I had lived in Malindi since before
its independence, and had always gotten on well with
the locals. We couldn't understand why we should have
got a letter from the new government saying that we
were under investigation for "anti Malindian"
activities. Strangely, two days later we received
invitations to meet the president at Government House.

There were about eight white couples there when we
arrived, all looking somewhat worried. I found out that
all of us had also received threatening letters from
the government. All the men wore dinner jackets and the
wives cocktail dresses. Most of us were in our twenties
or early thirties and all the women were beautiful. The
only exception was Major Hemsley-Smythe and his wife.
The major was in his fifties whilst his wife was some
ten years younger. She was still an absolute knockout
of a woman tall, with a slim waist and large breasts.

We were given glasses of a peculiar tasting take,
which I later found out was a powerful aphrodisiac; the
waiters kept refilling our glasses, almost powering it
down us. We waited for the President with a mixture of
fear and excitement.

Suddenly we were confronted by a senior army officer
who told us that we had to do exactly what we were told
to do without hesitation, or we would be on the next
plane out of the country, never to return. As we all
had homes and businesses in Malindi we were terrified
at the prospect of being thrown out at a moments
notice.

We were separated from our wives and told that a
security situation had occurred, we could keep on our
shirts and bowties, but every thing else had to come
off. There was uproar but the soldiers waved their guns
at us, and we began to strip. We looked strange
standing there with our cocks and bums visible below
our shirt tails and the black soldiers laughed at our
offense as they herded us back into the main
reception room.

Our wives were already there, they had been made to
strip down to their undies, and were talking to a group
of black politicians and army officers who had
appeared. Suddenly, the President came into the room,
looked at all our wives as if he was examining cattle
at a market. He told my wife Sally to go with him and
strode out of the room, followed by my terrified
darling. I tried to follow but the soldiers grabbed me
and pushed me back into the room.

Some music sounded up and the white wives were powerd
to dance with the President's friends, whilst the white
husbands just stood there watching. The black men
started grabbing at the women almost immediately, black
hands grabbing breasts and stroking legs and bottoms.
The white men couldn't do anything about it as they
were covered by the soldier's guns.

I was worried sick about what was happening to my wife,
and managed to slip out and go looking for her. I
didn't have to go far, as she was in the next room,
naked, on her hands and knees with the President's huge
cock embedded in her. When he saw me he just smiled and
said, "You must be the husband, well I don't like an
audience but you can stay this one time, see how your
little wife like being taken by a real man." With that
he returned to thrusting the large black log into her
stretched out pussy.

The Aphrodisiac must have had some effect because she
was gasping at every thrust and was clearly near to a
climax, a few more thrusts and she let out a screech as
she orgasmed on the black log. The President just kept
going and going, Sally came twice more. Before at long
last Moses N'Komo emptied his cock into her.

After that I was told to take her back to the party.
Things there had changed while I was away. Most of the
white women were naked, either being fucked or sucking
black cock, or both. Only one little blonde was still
holding out, she was trying to run away from a giant of
a black man who had grabbed the waistband of her
panties from the back. As she tried to escape, the
material gave way and she was both naked and being held
firmly by the man who was determined to fuck her.

The Major's wife on the other hand seemed to be
enjoying the orgy, she had a black guy underneath her
and was impaling herself on his cock, whilst a second
man was hunched over her shagging her ass. Whether she
had taken more of the take than the other women, or
whether she hadn't been given a good seeing to by the
Major for years, I cannot say but she was certainly up
for it.

Two of the soldiers grabbed Sally and I realised that
there was nothing I could do to save her from further
assaults, without getting shot. Within seconds the love
of my life was on her back, her feet near her ankles,
one black cock in her pussy another in her mouth.

The orgy went on and on, even the black servants were
having their turn with the women. The White men were
totally humiliated by what was happening to their
wives, but worse was to come. Some of the blacks made
the husbands suck their cocks hard again, before they
found another white wife to fuck. I was powerd to my
knees and had to open my lips to a slimy half hard
black monster, until it recovered its strength and
length, and its owner could use it on another British
lady.

Eventually, the party came to an end and the black
guests left, leaving the whites to clean themselves up
and try to find enough of our clothes, so that we could
go home. Sally was sobbing softly and some of the other
wives appeared to be in shock as we made our way out of
the Presidential Palace, passing lines of smirking
guards.

At that time the only method of contraception was
condoms, and of course the Africans didn't use them, so
it came as no surprise when Sally told me that she was
pregnant. The man could have been any one of the six
black men that had jetted into her pussy on that evil
night.

Because of her religious beliefs abortion was out of
the question, and nine months later she gave birth to a
bouncing black baby boy. We decided to return to
England and told our friends and relations that we had
adopted him from an orphanage in Malindi.

The years have passed and he is now grown up, and I
have to tell you that Moses is the cleverest,
handsomest, loving mister that a couple ever had.

END

She wanted to scratch his eyes out. Alex sat there
impassively holding her hand. On their honeymoon, he
was paying more attention to the passing architecture
than to his bride. Tears started flowing from her eyes.
He kissed her gently and said, "I am sorry if I am in a
daze dear. While you were using the ladies room at the
airport, I received an urgent phone call."

"Trouble?" she asked.

"It seems as if there was a minor earth quake in the
area of the dig. Several workmen were *******ed and my
advisor is among the missing."

"Oh god honey, I'm sorry." Gwen said, forgiving her
husbands indifference to their honeymoon.

"Once we get to the hotel, I have to take a helicopter
out to the dig. Why don't you get settled in? If all
goes well I will be with you tomorrow night."

At the hotel they held each other for what seemed an
eternity. The Fates seemed to be against their
happiness and against Gwen's desire to be filled by the
man she loved. Alex had to rush to the roof to catch
his flight, while Gwen set up the honeymoon suit for
his arrival the next night.

Tired from a day's travel and the disappointment of
spending her first married night apart from her
husband, Gwen went to bed early, without the benefit of
her nightly self-massage. In the morning, she would go
shopping for a slave outfit like the one she had seen
on the dancing girl and maybe she would even pick up
some bells. When Alex returned, he would be in for a
surprise. Maybe he would treat her with the disrespect
she longed for.

The next day Gwen walked into the open market of
Istanbul. All the goods being sold in the main market
were designed for tourists. Next to vendors selling
dates and figs there were vendors selling American
flags and tee-shirts with the Statue of Liberty on
them.

In disgust Gwen walked out of the main market and down
a side street. Here there were vendors which sold goods
to the locals. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a
large man wearing a red fedora, which she remembered
seeing at the stand which sold the American tourist
goods.

She walked on down the street until she saw what she
wanted. There at a little shop which sold veils,
scarves and lengths of silk was the outfit she wanted.
The man in the red turban approached her. "Very
pretty," he said holding up a thin veil, yet looking at
her. Gwen turned and began to walk away. To her dismay
she realized that she was powerd to walk away from the
central market, towards the back streets of Istanbul.

After walking several blocks, Gwen looked behind her
but did not see the man. Breathing a sigh of relief,
she turned to walk back towards the central market. A
lumbering truck powerd her to step off the road. As it
passed, two men jumped out of the back and grabbed her.
She tried to scream; a heavy sack, which muffled her
cries, was thrown over her head, and she was hoisted
into the truck. Struggling to regain her freedom, she
felt the truck pull away and ropes being tied around
the sack. She soon realized that it was futile to
resist.

The truck took a series of sharp corners and then
headed straight for what seemed to be an eternity. Gwen
realized that she was being taken out of the city.
There was a sharp pain in her right arm. Letting out a
small gasp, she realized that she had been injected
with something. Suddenly she began to feel very relaxy.
Knowing she would probably never see Alex again, she
began to cry. She continued to sob quietly until she
lost consciousness.

Gwen awoke to find herself free of the sack, inside
what appeared to be a large tent. There was a sore spot
on one arm where she had been injected with something
to insure that she slept properly. Immediately upon
raising her head off the pillow, she was surrounded by
a half dozen girls all dressed in slave silks. They
immediately began to undress her. Fighting with what
finger nails she had, Gwen managed to drive the girls
away. One of the girls yelled something in Arabic.

Two giant men, with shaved heads and whips walked into
the room. They look at her menacingly and walk out of
the room. Once again, the girls began to undress her.
This time Gwen did not resist; she had no choice.

They led her giggling to a bath which had been treated
with perfumes and oils to soften her skin. The slave
girls scrubbed her vigorously and then backed away,
allowing her to soak in the warm water. "Maybe being a
slave won't be all bad." she thought.

A bell rang in the distance and the girls help Gwen out
of the pool and dried her. They wrapped her in silks
like their own, curled her hair and applied her make up
for her. The final touch was three silver bells, tied
to her left ankle. Gwen walked gingerly across the
room, enjoying the tinkling the bells made with each
step.

Suddenly all the girls bowed as the two bald giants
reappeared. They walk towards Gwen and fastened a
collar around her neck. It was silver and matched the
chain which attached the bells to her ankle. She humbly
followed the two men as they left tent.

Like a dog, she was lead across a compound to an
extremely large ornate tent. There sitting on a throne,
wearing a mask to keep the desert sand out of his face,
was her captor. With the lower half of his face
covered, he looked sinister. She could tell, just by
his presence, that he was cruelly handsome and that
expect to have his way with any woman he desired.

Gwen was powerd to kneel in his presence. The man on
the throne snapped his fingers and a smallish man who
looked like a Turkish librarian walked into the room
and sat at the base of the throne. In a high shrill
voice he spoke, "You are now a slave of the Sultan Naj.
You will bow in his presence and obey his every
command. You will only address him as 'Master'."

Rising to her feet, Gwen said, "I will not I am a
citizen of..." As she spoke the Sultan raised two
fingers and one of the giants brought his whip across
her back side twice. Gwen winced in pain, biting her
tongue to hold her scream.

As if nothing had happened, the librarian continued,
"You will now dance and remove your veils to serve your
master's pleasure."

Exotic music came from behind one wall of the tent as
the librarian and two enpowerrs took their leave. Gwen
started to dance. It was awkward at first but she did
not want to feel the whip again. No matter how hard she
tried, she kept stumbling and could not keep with the
beat. She started to cry. This man was a stranger and
she did not love him; how could she be expected to
dance for him?

His eyes smiled at her as he said, "Dance like the girl
at the airport."

"Yes, master," Gwen replied and promptly kept time with
the music. Each twist and turn of her body sent ripples
of desire towards the Sultan.

As he became more and more engrossed in her
performance, she removed each veil in succession. Upon
reaching the last veil, the Sultan stood up. He removed
it himself and lowered the mask from his face. As his
lips descended to meet hers, Gwen cried, "Oh Alex." She
felt his hand slap her smartly on the rump. "I mean, oh
Master!"

With that he pulled her to the floor by her chain.
There, on the soft rugs, her took her over and over
again. Each time was more ferocious than before.

In the morning she awoke with a pleasant soreness
between her legs. She could not have asked for a better
honeymoon, for she knew -- to him -- she was worth at
least two camels.

END

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Cindy was a tough policewoman, tall, 40D breast, leggy
and proud until she stumbles upon a setup on the turf of
the Red Bloods. The gang's leader eventually breaks Cindy
and her fate is to be a whore for the gang.

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ABUSED POLICEWOMAN
BY: MERCYSLAYER
Copyright 2001

It had been a long shift, but Cindy was glad it was over.
She had worked hard to get on the police power and was
moving up quickly. She had dealt with the sexual bias of
partners, including one sexual harassment charge. Cindy
knew that she was attractive. At 5 feet 11 inches, her
tall body was perfect for her 40D breasts.

It had always been said that she was "leggy" with near
perfect long, slender legs and a narrow waist. Even in a
police uniform she was stunning and that had brought
multiple unwelcomed sexual advances from her peers. She
finally chopped her long blond hair off short and her
constant rebuke of suitors led to a reputation that she
was gay.

Cindy did not care, she knew she was not gay, she just
did not have time for a man in her life right now and her
pride would not allow her to be treated as a sexual
object. She had a long relationship with a man, he had
really been a fantastic and gentle lover, but he could
not handle the long hours Cindy worked as a policewoman
and broke it off.

Now, because of the controversy from the sexual
harassment case, Cindy could not find a partner on the
power so she worked alone. She finally had requested to
be assigned to the evening shift. Getting off at 11pm
afforded her the isolation from the day shift and the
luxury of relaxing late. She now was ending her shift and
had two days off and was looking forward to staying home
and relaxing. The new police program of allowing officers
to take their cruisers home was a blessings as all Cindy
had to do was sign out and drive home without returning
to the station.

Cindy pushed the button on her microphone and told the
dispatcher she was "off duty" and laughingly commented
she would see everyone in two days. With that Cindy
turned down a side street to go home. As Cindy turned the
police cruiser, she noticed movement at the end of an
alley. She looked closely and there appeared to be two
young men stripping a parked car. Cindy thought to
herself, this would not take long and stopped the police
cruiser.

As she got out, Cindy considered calling for back up, but
decided that she could handle this situation along and
proceeded down the alley toward the two young men.

The two young men were members of a gang called the Red
Bloods. They had watched every night the same police
cruiser with the policewoman turned down their street.
The gang leadership had decided it was time to get the
cruiser off their turf and a trap had been laid. Now
their prey unsuspectedly walked toward the two decoys.
From the shadows the other Red Bloods watched with
anticipation. The leader licked his lips as he realized
that their prey was a tall, very attractive, blond
policewoman. They had known the cruiser contained a
woman, but he had no idea how beautiful she was. Just a
little further and the trap would close.

Cindy approached the two men with her flashlight in one
had and service revolver in the other. She yelled her
commands, identifying herself as the police, and telling
them to step away from the car. The two men were in there
late teens, one Hispanic, one Black. Cindy could tell
from the colors that they belonged to a gang, but she
never suspected that more could be around. Cindy ordered
the two against the wall and reached for her radio to
call for assistance. She felt the blow to her head from
behind and everything went black as she fell to the
floor.

The plan had worked perfectly. The leader of the Red
Bloods, Jose, struck the policewoman with the bat before
she could call for help. Other gang members drove the
police cruiser out of site while Jose and the two that
were the bait loaded her into an awaiting van. As the van
drove away, Jose knew that they were going to have fun
with this policewoman bitch and as an added bonus; she
was built with big tits.

Within moments the van pulled into the old, abandoned
warehouse, out of site and far from and people. Cindy was
still out as her police uniform was stripped from her
body. Jose gasped as he saw just how large her tits were
behind the bra. He permisterally pulled the bra from Cindy's
body freeing those beautiful mounds of flesh. Jose took
in the long, thick nipples nestled on areolas the size of
tin can lids. His cock jumped and strained at his pants
as he thought how he would use those tits.

The other gang members pulled her panties off and were
laughing at the huge amount of blond pubic hair that
covered the woman's cunt. Cindy had never trimmed that
area and now it was a source of amusement for the gang
members. From her police belt, the gang members removed
her club, handcuffs, and pepper spray. One gang member
had found the taser under the seat of the cruiser and
given it to Jose. Jose then ordered the gang members to
hang Cindy up and prepare to wake her.

Cindy awoke startled by the cold water in her face. She
was not sure where she was and shook her head to clear
the cobwebs. As her eyes began to focus, she realized her
predicament. Her arms were stretched above her head and
handcuff around a pipe, she was completely nude and with
her feet barely touching the floor, her posture caused
her breast to jut out from her body. Her legs and been
pulled wide and tied to two metal pillars in the
warehouse.

Cindy hung like an upside down "Y" and the coldness of
wherever she was made her nipples ache with hardness.
Cindy looked around and realized that she was truly in
serious trouble. There were at least 15 young men and 6
women standing around her. They men were a mixture of
Hispanics and Blacks and the women were all Hispanics.
They all wore the colors of the Red Bloods. Cindy tested
the bonds as one of the gang members approached her. She
looked him straight in the eyes and ordered him to
release her adding that if they stopped now, no charges
would be pressed.

Jose just laughed, turned to his gang members and
announced that their "guest" was ready to be used. As he
turned back around Cindy saw her club in his hand. Cindy
listened as Jose explained that she was going to
"service" the gang members as their whore, then she would
be used as a prostitute to help support the gang's
activities. Cindy defiantly informed the gang leader she
would resist and would not cooperate in anyway and
threatened she would be looked for. Jose just laugh and
Cindy watch in horror as in took the end of her club and
began to rub her between her cunt lips. Cindy kept
screaming for her to stop as Jose rubbed her clit with
the end of the club.

He tired of her screaming and ordered another gang member
to gag her. Her own panties that had been shoved into her
mouth now muffled Cindy's screams. Jose removed the club
and inserted a finger into Cindy's cunt announcing she
had become wet and was now ready. With that, Cindy tried
to jerk away as Jose pushed the club into her cunt about
four inches and then began to slowly fuck her with it
pushing it in another inch with each stroke. Cindy felt
the end of the club against her womb and the tears
streamed down her face as she realized how helpless she
was. Jose was content that the club would go no further
into her cunt and stopped the cruel fucking leaving the
club sticking out between Cindy's legs buried 12 inches
inside her. Jose then ordered the other gang members to
get Cindy ready.

Cindy began struggling again as the gang members swarmed
around her. Two girls that had scissors began to clip her
cunt hair short against Cindy's pubic bone.

As they clipped her cunt hair, another girl began to use
a brush on Cindy's hair, pulling and pinning it in
various directions. Cindy felt cold liquid on her cunt
and was able to look down long enough to see the shaving
cream spread all along her cunt and cunt lips before the
girl working on her hair jerked her head upward again.
Cindy felt the edge of the razor as it removed her all
her cunt hair and the girls shaved around the club
protruding from her cunt.

One of the men then began to pull at her nipples with his
fingers, pinching and twisting them causing Cindy
discomfort but no real pain. She felt her body betray her
as her nipples became even harder with the use. Her
cunt responded to the stimulation of being shaved as
evidenced by the flow of her cunt juices around the club.
Cindy's face was crimmistered with embarrassment because the
only complaint her previous lover had expressed was the
voluminous amount of juices that would flow from her
cunt, sometimes completely soaking the bed. Cindy tried
to shut the girls' comments about the swelling of her
cunt lips and the heavy flow of cunt juices now running
down the club and dripping onto the floor.

Cindy was jerked back to reality by the glint of silver
she saw at her side. Cindy began to struggle against the
handcuffs knocking down one of the girls shaving her cunt
and head butting the one messing with her hair. Cindy was
trying to escape the large needle that the gang member
a***ing her breast was now trying to push through her
left nipple. He yelled something in Spanish to Jose who
ordered everyone to stand away from Cindy. Cindy shook
her head violently as she saw the taser in Jose's hand.

It was too late, the taser hooks hit their mark, one in
each breast and the voltage shook Cindy's body and caused
her to pass out. Jose removed the hooks from her breast
and splash water in her face to awaken Cindy. He informed
Cindy if she struggled again, the pain would be worse and
pointed the taser at her cunt. He asked Cindy if she
understood, and she nodded.

Jose then motioned the gang member to continue and Cindy
wailed against her panties as he pushed the needle first
through her left nipple, then the right and quickly
inserted large, gold rings. Cindy looked down at her
nipples, hard and pierced and realized that the gold
rings would keep them hard.

The gang members a***ing her breast and brushing her hair
moved away and two more replaced them. One held her head
in place while another applied makeup. Cindy knew they
were fixing her to look like a whore, but she also knew
they could not make her prostitute herself.

The female gang members shaving her cunt had finished and
had now moved to her ass. One pulled her ass cheeks
apart, while the other applied cream to the remaining
portion of her cunt and her ass and began to shave those
areas. Cindy saw in the distance a female gang member
looking at a tank top tee-shirt and short leather skirt
Cindy assumed were for her to wear. She was resolved not
to let them dress her.

Finally, all the gang members were through with her.
Cindy still hung in the upside down "Y" position, but now
her hair was spiked, her face had heavy makeup with red
lipstick, thick blue eye shadow, dangling silver
earrings. Her breast heaved as she breathed and she could
see the two gold rings through her nipples, the pain of
the piercing now subsided, but the nipples still hard.
Her cunt and her ass were completely bald and smooth and
the club still lodge deep in her cunt was soaked with her
juices and a puddle had formed on the floor. Jose walked
up to her and informed Cindy that he would take his
pleasure for free, but then she would become their
prostitute.

Cindy just looked at him definitely as he walked behind
her. She turned her head to try and see what was
happening and renewed her struggles as Jose unzipped his
pants and his 10-inch erection jutted outward at her ass.

Jose ordered two gang members to hold her as he ran his
hand over the club and transferred Cindy's cunt juices to
his cock. Cindy tried in vain to move away as Jose pulled
her ass cheeks apart exposing the bud of her asshole.
Cindy had never allowed anyone access to that most
private area and now she was near panicked as she
realized that Jose intended to fuck her there. Cindy
looked around frantically trying to discern an escape
from this sexual use.

She could not believe he was going to leave the club
buried in her cunt while he tried to fuck her ass. Cindy
could not comprehend how this would happen until she felt
the head of Jose's cock at the entrance of her ass. She
scream, struggled, and tried to move away as the head of
Jose's cock passed through her tight anal ring and began
to slip with ease into her ass.

Cindy suddenly held very still afraid her struggles would
produce permanent damage as Jose push all 10 inches deep
into Cindy's ass. As his hard cock slid through her
rectum and into her biles, Jose could feel the club
between the thin tissue separating Cindy's ass from her
cunt. Once deep inside her, Jose announced to the group
how "tight" Cindy's ass was and that it would take some
work.