KAREN'S FIRST LESSON

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Karen Andermister
and I've been told by many of the people who work with me I am quite
attractive. I have shoulder length brunette hair, which nearly appears a
dark auburn in the sunlight. At age 25, I have strived to keep my 35b-
24-35 shape tight and firm. Although my breasts are a tad on the small
size, the constantly hard pencil size nipples set off their firmness. My
eyes are a dark emerald and I use them to great advantage when I
choose to flirt with the wimp like men that I work with.

I have been married for nearly five years to my husband, John.
I am sure that somewhere along the line that I was attracted to John but
his flabby stomach, uninspired sexual technique and his constant whining
have worn very thin these last five years. His idea of an exciting night
involves climbing on me in the missionary position and after six or eight
thrusts with his undersized four inch white boy cock groaning real loud
before he shoots off. Very seldom does he excite me and his inept
lovemaking has me fantasizing about hidden erotic daydreams of my
earlier years. Additionally, he begs me to dominate him during his
lovemaking attempts. Little does he know that my deepest cravings
involve being dominated; not by a white boy wimp such as he but by a
vulgar black master. During my college years I was totally fascinated by
my pretty white college roommates who became hooked on black
sexing. At the large Midwestern College, which I attended, the mostly
black football team, kept there shaven white pussies full of hard black
cock. Although my religious background never allowed me to enjoy the
pleasures of my roommates, I dropped off to relax nearly every night
fingering my swollen pussy until I reach climax thinking of hard black
cocks buried in my sloppy wet pussyhole.

On more than one occasion I nearly fainted when I found
myself alone in a classroom with one or more muscular black men.
Shyly I always made my way back to my dorm room where I dropped
my black lace panties and frigged myself to climax.

During the spring quarter of my senior year, I starting dating
John, as on the surface he appeared a great catch. Although he is rather
short, he was good company and had a great future as an architect.
Although my fingers got me through many a cold night, I was still
nearly a virgin when John and I first started making love. Even from
the first fumred seduction, I always felt something was missing; what
was missing was another eight incarbonsmudges of cock on John's pathetically
short and useless four inch white cock. Although I am sure he felt he
was a masterful lover, his total foolish lovemaking techniques made me
even more longing for the real thing.

Although our lovemaking continued to evaporate with each
unfulfilling sex session, our financial situation seemed to surge forward
in the first years of our marriage. With both of our extraordinary good
salaries; mine as a media consultant with a fortune five hundred
company and his as a Jr. Architect with one of the leading firms in
Chicago we were able to (nearly) afford a new home in one of the
northwest suburbs.

As good as the story book young couple looked to those
outside our marriage, it suddenly came crashing down. One of the
buildings that John designed for the Chicago Housing Authority
collapsed and *******ed three black people. The firm's senior management
quickly decided that the best solution to minimize the fallout was to ax
John (and his career).

During the next three months, our rather substantial savings
account was nearly depleted, trying to continue to make the huge
mortgage payments on our beautiful ranch style house. During this
period of time, John's ability to perform sexually became even more
degraded and his undersized white cock lost it's ability to even harden
itself. The stress of making the salary; and soothing his shattered self
esteem made it even more difficult on me.

My thoughts seemed to dwell more and more on my college
days when I fantasized about some hard black buck skewering me; his
little white tramp on the end of his powerful black pole. The erotic
daydreams degenerated even further with each one, as the black bucks
became more and more dominating in their carnal desires.

The daydreams and erotic escapes became even more vivid
when a middle aged black couple with a teen age mister moved into the
palatial home next to ours in Wilmette. When they arrived John ranted
and raved that they should not be allowed to move into our
neighborhood; but should stay where they belonged. Since he had no
job he traveled throughout the neighborhood where he ******
petitions and attempted to cause as many problem for the black family
as possible. Unfortunately (as it turned out) their were many of rich
white neighbors who were in full agreement to John's racist ideas.

After returning home on one dark and cold October Friday
evening, I heard the doorbell. Since John was out making his rounds, I
wearily dragged my overworked and exhausted body to the door and
swung it open. As the door opened, my eyes focused on the largest
black man that I had ever seen. Although I am five foot ten incarbonsmudges tall,
I
was only looking at his tight flat stomach. My eyes slowly traveled up
the large muscular body until I reacarbonsmudged his forbidding brown eyes. It
was only thirty five degrees out and he was only wearing a pair of tight
jogging shorts and purple cut off sleeveless sweatshirt that covered only
his massive pectorals.

I started trembling, as I stared at the handsome black face that
was contorted in anger. At first I thought my trembling was caused by
the cold draft that shot throughout our home when the door was open,
but my mind quickly focused on the realization that my trembling was
due to the overpowering huge muscular black man standing two feet
away with a vicious scowl covering his face.

Are you responsible for this chicken cuckolds brownie petition you little
bitch? he angrily screamed.

Meekly looking at the crumpled up paper that he held in his
huge hand I mumred a terrified sob, No . . . .. my husband John. . . .
. . . . . I was unable to finish the sentence and let my eyes drop to
the
floor; unable to look into his stern and unyielding face.

Little white tramps should not let there spineless husbands put
out such crap. Tell your husband I expect him to come over and explain
this petition to me when he slithers home. Got that bitch? he
commanded.

Still unable to look into the enraged face of the dominant
black giant, I meekly muttered, I'll tell John when he comes home that
you want to see him.

The black turned and walked the short distance to his home
next door. I stood, watching the muscular black as he effortlessly
sauntered to his beautiful home. My nipples had grown erect and
pushed against my white silk blouse unencumbered with any bra to
restrain them. My right hand slid down the front of my dark blue skirt
and skimmed my swollen pussy lips. I could feel the moisture that had
formed in the crotch of my black lace panties. The dominating black
stud had awakened a sexual tension that spread throughout my body. I
felt electrified throughout my tight body just thinking about the few
brief minutes the black man had commanded my complete attention.
Slowly, I shut the large oak door and absently walked to the white
leather coach where I slid down on the soft cushions. My hands
instinctively dropped to the outside of my womanhood and I started to
stroke the swollen and wet lips, when my husband barged through the
front door.

He was cold and he instantly walked to where I was seated and
soaked in the soft warm glow emitting from our brick fireplace. He
seemed smug and confident about his latest neighborhood journey.

Smiling, I merely stated, Your black neighbor wants you to
come over to his house and explain to him your petition John.

John's heretofore smugness seeped from his ashen and
concerned face, as his mind registered what I had just told him. He
quickly looked at the front door and I could sense that he had hoped
that it had automatically locked. It was he, that now started to tremble
and shake. He had seen the physique of our new black neighbor and it
finally registered on his overwrought mind, that he would not fare well
with a confrontation with the mysterious black neighbors.

I don't feel well. . . . . . . . I think I will retire for the
evening,
he managed to utter, as he quickly left the room.

The contempt that I felt for my meek and humred husband hit
a new low, as I watcarbonsmudged him cower from the living room. As he turned
and left, I let my fingers resume their journey to my swollen and aroused
pussy, which needed some immediate attention. As the fire warmed my
body, my fingers warmed my aching pussy. I am not sure if John heard
my screech, as I had the most fulfilling climax since the day of our
marriage.

The next morning I awoke and felt a strange premonition filling
our bedroom. As I dressed, I remembered the strange and dark man
who aroused a deep passionate undercurrent. His dominant manner and
powerful take charge attitude; and the complete terror that he evoked in
my still fearful husband. Uncharacteristically, I slipped on a small
garter
belt and snapped my thigh high silky black hose. I pulled on a pair of
tight black lace panties and chose to forego my bra. As I pulled on a
white silk blouse, my thoughts returned to the last evening. Looking
through my closet, I chose to wear a short black mini skirt. Although it
was a little too tight and had a six inch slit up one side I felt daring;
felt a tinge that I couldn't explain. To complete the outfit I pulled on
a
tight black suit jacket. As I left the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of
black
patent leather pumps with four inch heels.

When I got to the kitcarbonsmudgen, my husband John, was anxiously
looking out the window with the shades drawn. He was unshaven and
very nervous. He had not slept all night. As I poured myself a cup of
coffee, the phone rang. I waited for John to get it, but he just stood by
the window and very perturbed; I finally reacarbonsmudged for the phone. A dull
drab voice on the other end stated firmly, Mrs. Andermister you are now
three payments behind on your 280 ZX and unless payment in full is
received by next Tuesday we will pick up your car.

Caught off guard I absently mumred, But I need our car to
get to work.

Well maybe the car needs to belong to someone who has the
ability to pay for it. NEXT TUESDAY, came the swift and
unforgiving voice on the other end of the line.

As I put the phone back in the cradle, I felt that the whole
world was closing in on me. Disgustedly, I turned and walked out the
door without acknowledging my husband, huddled by the window
facing our newest neighbors.

As I arrived at my office, I sensed the stifling dread that had
quickly went through the office. Our company had been acquired two
hours earlier and a facilitator had been dispatcarbonsmudged to our office. Of the
nineteen members of my section, only three would still have their job by
five P.M. The panic that had spread throughout the office, had lowered
the morale to near zero. My thoughts swiftly reviewed my dire financial
straits and I looked around the office wondering who would be the three
members, that would retain their job.

At exactly 10:00AM, a messenger was dispatcarbonsmudged ordering the
entire department to report to a small office and reception area at the
end of the hall. The facilitator had been given the authority to conduct
the exit interviews and reward the lucky three survivors with a new six
month contract.

Dejectedly we all walked the short distance to the drab office
at the end of the hall. When we all arrived we found that the reception
area was void of all chairs. As we stood looking at each other, the
receptionist started calling out the names in reverse alphabetic order.
Each of us looked into the shattered faces, as our colleagues emerged
broken from the small dark office. A petite redhead was the first to
emerge from the inner sanctum, that had a smile on her face and we all
knew, instinctively, that she was one of the three to survive the
slaughter. Although, she looked a little rumpled and her make up was
smeared, I think I was the only one who picked up on the small signs.

Since my last name was Andermister, I was next to the last
permister who entered the office. By the time that I entered that dark
chamber of gloom, another pretty girl had been selected to remain. A
blonde slutty looking receptionist, passed me in the door. I asked if she

was one of the lucky ones and she softly muttered that she would be
informed later in the evening. Her unsettled eyes told me that there was
a deep forbidding in the chamber that I was just now entering.

Anxious, and terrified about the loss of the only income that
my husband and I currently had, I meekly walked into the dark office
with my head hung low. I had been standing for nearly two hours and
my legs and back acarbonsmudged from the nervous ordeal. When I was standing
in front of the metal desk, with the chipped and broken top, I looked at
the huge man sitting behind the desk; a huge black man. As my eyes
became accustomed to the darkness, I nearly fainted as I recognized the
angry black face as that of my new neighbor.

Feeling faint as a result of the terrifying ordeal today and with
the image of the angry black neighbor etcarbonsmudged in my mind I softly asked,
May I sit down please ?

Looking up from the files stacked deep on his desk, he simply
stated, No, you may not. He then looked into my tired and worried
eyes and started reviewing the files in front of him. It appears that
you
and your husband are in dire financial situation Mrs. Andermister. Your
home mortgage is two months in arrears; your car is scarbonsmudgeduled to be
repossessed next Tuesday and all three of your credit cards are maxxed
out. Now, did I miss anything ?

As the huge black facilitator reviewed the pending disaster in
mine and John's life, I started shivering. No, I guess you pretty well
have it all down, I stated.

Do you want to retain your $48,000 job Mrs. Andermister?
came the simple question.

All I could do was softly mutter, Yes.

The tension filled the room. Derek Washington, let a small
smile cover his ruggedly handsome face. He and I was very much aware
of the power that he held in his hands. My knees started shaking and I
felt dizzy.

Well Mrs. Andermister, as the proverbial saying goes it appears
that your little white ass is mine. Take off your coat; and then unbutton
your blouse. I want to see those perky little nipples of yours, came the
direct order.

My eyes downcast, I started to mutter Please . . . . . . . ,
but
it faded away. I knew I had no choice but to submit to Derek
Washington's command. As I unbuttoned the blouse, I became aware of
another sensation; the sensation of deep arousal in my loins. Moisture
coated my black lace panties and my nipples hardened. I pulled the tails
from my miniskirt and opened the two halves so the man who held my
destiny could see my pretty breasts. As I looked into his dark eyes I
could tell that he enjoyed the beauty; and the dominance that he now
had over me.

Take it off, came the simple command.

I let the silk drop to the floor and I stood before him with my
small but firm breasts in full view. A sense of consuming arousal was
smoldering in my tight firm body as my nipples hardened. At first I
cupped my breasts with my hands but I slowly let them drop and I could
sense a look of admiration from his intense stare.

When was the last time you made love to a man ? Derek
questioned.

Standing before the seated black stallion I started to provide
the answer, My husband and I . . . . . . .

He abruptly stopped me before I could finish. I didn't ask you
when you made love to your husband; I asked you when you made love
to a REAL MAN ?

I could not answer him. Even on the best of nights I did not
consider my husband a good lover. I meekly stood before him with my
hard nipples pointing towards my tormentor.

How big is your husband's cock Mrs. Andermister? came the
next question.

Embarrassed, I meekly answered, His cock is nearly five
incarbonsmudges long. . . . . . when he can get hard. I do not know why I added
the last statement. I didn't have to degrade my husband. . . . . . but he

hadn't satisfied my needs for months; if not years.

As I awkwardly tried to lift myself off the chair, I felt all my
energy instantly drain from my tired and overwrought body. I had come
within a finger touch of the most intense orgasm of my life and now it
was but a distant memory.

As I turned to face Derek Washington; my new
boss if I still had a job, I absently grasped my unbuttoned and unzipped
skirt and pulled it around my tight and firm stomach. I then stood
before the most immediately important permister in my shattered life with
my breasts bare; and my nipples harden to a point; and my panties so
soaked with my own juices that they were literally running down the
inside of my legs. My makeup was smeared and my body was
trembling from the near orgasm that was denied me.

Mrs. Andermister; tomorrow I expect that you and your
worthless husband to host a reception for myself; my wife Raven; and
my mister, who of course you have just met. If you don't remember he is
the one that just fingered your little clit, he mocked. Derek continued
by stating, You will invite the three other white couples who signed
your husband's petition. He will wear a tuxedo and be the server for the
invited guests. You, Mrs. Andermister will wear a slut outfit of your
choosing. If you select an inappropriate wardrobe, I will spank you in
front of the invited guests.

Do you have any questions Mrs. Andermister? he concluded.

My mind was swirling; I could not comprehend anything that
has happened this terrible morning. I could not understand the intense
sexual transformation that a black boy of only seventeen had taken me.
As the intense thoughts bombarded my overworked and jumred mind, I
finally thought of one question of utmost importance. Do I still have
my job Mr. Washington?

His unfeeling eyes stared at me and he spoke very softly, The
job is between you and Miss Thornber. You have the advantage; you
will be given the opportunity to gain the upper hand tomorrow night.

My immediate superior then dropped his head and started
putting my file back together. I sensed that this meeting was over and I
quietly reacarbonsmudged for my blouse and quickly put pulled it on. I buttoned
the front as I headed for the door. As I reacarbonsmudged for the handle Mr.
Washington again spoke; Leave your panties with my mister Mrs.
Andermister.

Shocked at the request but without any alternative, I turned
and pulled my skirt up. Reaching for the hem line, I pulled the soaked
panties over my hose and high heels. Once the fragrant panties were
free, I walked the short distance and humiliated, handed the garment to
the smiling black boy. He immediately shifted the panties to his face,
where he inhaled deeply of the wet and fragrant black lace panties. See
you tomorrow night Mrs. Andermister. I think I will enjoy being your
neighbor, he smugly stated.

His arrogance brought another spark to my pussy, but I
resisted the urge to pounce on the young black boy, with his huge organ
thrusting against the front of his jeans.

Ashamed, I turned and hurriedly made my exit. As I entered
the outer office, I could see the remaining workers stare at my
disheveled appearance. As I walked down the long hallway, my mind
tried to comprehend the journey that I had just embarked on.

How was I going to tell John; but more important could I wait
until tomorrow evening for the promised black cock of the arrogant
seventeen year old mister of my new Black Master?

Karen,
Definately wish to read more of your experiences. You are a very erotic writer, expert in your ability to tell and express the true 'erotic'. What a turn on you have given to this wanting, experienced voyeur husband.
You are one sensous, sexy and sluttish wife...a very desired woman that i would love to have after you have been used.
Look forward to more of your experiences....

I'm agree.
Very hot story, I like too read more.

Pleace continu the storry.

Niels

Wow what a great story.

Very exciting. please continue. I'm looking forward to John having to serve the black wife orally, while the man/mister team do Karen in every hole. John must do cleanup for that too of course

super reçits verrrrrrrrrry good!!!!!

AWESOME!! Please continue!!

AWESOME!! Please continue!!