Black Boss

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Washington, the luckiest
African American in the Mississippi Delta. Three months ago I was the sole
winner of the largest lottery in state history. Prior to that moment in time
I worked on the night shift at Panhandle Machinery. It was a small
manufacturing plant of about sixty employees; of which all but nine were good
old white redneck complete assholes. The racial discrimination was complete
and absolute. All the truly miserable, inhuman and completely degrading jobs
were assigned to us nine blacks. The white boy rednecks delighted in
humiliating us black brothers at every junction.

Since the unemployment rate in our rural county was in excess of forty percent
there was literally no place to go; quitting and going on the generous
Mississippi unemployment dole of $60.00 for the next thirteen weeks was really
no option.

However once I received the first carbonsmudgeck of the lottery, I walked into the
owner's dingy office and fifteen minutes later the plant was now mine. The
tired rich old white bastard was gleeful as he exited my plant; a plant owned
by an uppity black bastard.

During the next several months I was able to secure nearly five million
dollars in federal and state contracts; contracts awarded basically on race.

As the profits rolled into the plant I set my plan in motion. I gave the
white boys a simple proposition; if they wanted to remain at my plant they
would accept a twenty percent pay cut and the savings would be redistributed
to my eight black brothers. Although there was a tremendous amount of
grumbling I knew they had no options.

The second part of my realignment plan involved the seduction and ultimate
subjugation of the pretty white wives of the mostly young factory staff. By
seducing the innocent and helpless wives, I would gain complete domination
over the white overlords who ruled my life for the last twenty six years.

I arrived at David & Karen's rusting mobile home at about four in the
afternoon. The mobile home was in the middle of the trailer park and my new
white Lincoln townhouse made a sharp contrast to the drab and decaying
surroundings. As I walked to the door I noticed that the shades of the
adjoining windows were taking in every step. Under normal circumstances a
black man would not be allowed to call upon a young white married housewife.
I smiled as I tapped on the mobile home door; these of course were not normal
times. A man with money commands respect, and I was the man with the most
money in this town, where time forgot.

The good and proper Mrs. Karen Saunders appeared at the door wearing a white
tank top, without benefit of bra and cutoff jeans which defined her long
tanned legs. She became startled as she looked down at me standing at her
door. Quickly looking around her eyes returned to me and she quietly asked;
Mr. Washington, what brings you to this neighborhood?

Hello Karen. May I come in? I quickly answered. I could sense that the
beautiful wife standing before me was searching her mind trying to come up
with an excuse to not let me enter. There are some problems at the plant and
I think it would be best if we spoke inside, I calmly stated, looking around
the drab mobile home park.

As Karen looked at her neighbors, she decided it would be best if I entered
her home; the home that she shared with her outwardly desirable husband of
three years. She and Rob had married when she was fifteen and he had taken
her precious carbonsmudgerry.

Nervously she stepped aside as I leisurely sauntered into the clean but sparse
mobile home. The under powered air conditioner struggled but could not keep
up with the late afternoon heat.

I walked over to the sofa and sat down. I'm thirsty, bring me a lemonade
over ice, I commanded.

Somewhat shocked by the cavalier attitude I took, Karen nervously looked
around and finally went to the small kitcarbonsmudgen and made my lemonade. As she
meekly approacarbonsmudged I patted the seat next to me on the sofa. Please join me.
I have something that I need to tell you about the plant.

Very hesitantly she slid beside me after handing my lemonade. She kept her
long legs tightly together and looked deeply into my eyes without saying
anything.

I'm afraid that the plant will have to lay off nearly fifteen workers. I need
to increase the profitability of the plant and discovered that the remaining
workers could accomplish the same work if they are motivated a little. I
can't think of a better way to motivate them than cut a fourth of the
freeloaders, I quietly stated. As I looked into the pretty blonde's blue
eyes, I could see the apprehension spread over worried face.

Finally she looked up and asked the obvious question, What will happen to
David? Her voice was shaking and her red coated lips tremred.

Well... I'm afraid... I start to say, secretly smiling again when I see
her face turn to horror.

But, we just got a another car and we have many bills that we are behind on,
she says, tears starting to fill her eyes, she quickly looks away trying to
hide her tears, David said that everything at work was going great and...

Well,... I start, my hand taking her trembling hand, I gently caress it,
you know that he doesn't have to be laid off.

Grasping at my latest opening she desperately looks into my dark and
forbidding eyes and mutters, He doesn't have to... Rubbing the tears from
her eyes she looks back at me.

No, he doesn't have to. It is of course up to me. I decide who stays...
and who goes. I state, feeling my long black cock start to harden.

You do ? she questions.

Yes, you see I have already been to see some of the other wives. And
well... lets just say they cooperated. And their husband's will not be laid
off. I stopped by and was wondering if you wanted to help your husband retain
his job ?

Pleadingly, the beautiful white wife looks into my face. Well, yes of
course, I want to help my husband.

A lewd smile crept over my face as I pulled her beautiful hand down to my
crotch. My black dick hardened as the delicate fingers grasped and then
abruptly pulled away.

Oh no; I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband, begs the beautiful Karen.

Before you say no, I would suggest that you think of your husbands and your
future. How long could you survive without your husband's job ? I mocked.
As I asked the question, I let my right hand fall to the delightful knee and
gently slide my large black hand up the tender and tanned flesh of Karen's
inner thigh.

No, please... she whimpers.

As I exited the faded trailer I smiled as I felt the many eyes scoping my
every move. As I drove out the park I knew that David would be the recipient
of many questions this hot summer night.

Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next several days after oral
satisfying her husband's dominant black boss. The beauty had only on the
rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her oral charms. Her husband,
David, was having a hard time at the run down manufacturing plant. His black
boss had ****** the word that his black foreman was to give David all the
dirtiest and most unpleasant jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction
to a tee. The more exhausted and stressed out that David was had a direct
impact on his ability (and desire) to make love to his stunning beautiful
wife.

It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his phone call. Michael knew
that the longer he delayed the phone call the more that the precious and
desirable Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge. Michael enjoyed the conquest
as much as he enjoyed the depraved sexual pleasures that were at the end of
the conquest train.

When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitcarbonsmudged screech, Karen looked
apprehensively at the solid black device. Putting her delicate fingers around
the headset , lifting it, she softly answered, Hello.

Michael let her wait several long moments before he spoke his first words. By
the time that he uttered the trembling wife his first order, Karen Saunders
was completely distraught. Mrs. Saunders ?

Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering, finally answered the deep
black voice on the other end of the phone line, Yes, Mr. Washington.

I told you to not allow your husband access to your body this week. Have you
obeyed me ? came the arrogant response.

I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr. Washington. He wanted to on
several occasions but I told him that I had a headacarbonsmudge, answered the
trembling housewife.

I want you to come to my office at the plant. But first... I want to tell
you what I expect you to wear. I would suggest that you don't disappoint me
my dear, continued the arrogant black fuck master.

The black waited a short time before continuing; allowing the trembling
housewife to absorb his instructions. From now on I expect my little
plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer than six incarbonsmudges about
your knee. You are not allowed to wear a bra from this point on; especially
since your little titties don't need support anyway, he mocked.

When you come, you best bring your husband's condoms. Once you get here if
you look presentable enough I may let you put one on my black cock before I
fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders... don't forget to bring your
black stud fee, he smirked.

Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the humiliating orders.

After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen slid down the kitcarbonsmudgen
counter and sit on the spotless kitcarbonsmudgen floor. Her heart was pumping and
there was a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire body. The pencil
sized nipples on her small but perfect breasts were jutting against the white
cotton blouse. Her hand slowly dropped to the tight cutoffs and stroked the
puffy outer pussy lips. They were already red engorged before her hand made
the journey and she felt her woman dew coat her pretty white panties.

After a few moments she came to her senses; looked around the small kitcarbonsmudgen in
her mobile home and hurriedly made her way to her and her husband's small
bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse off and wiggled out of the tight
cutoffs. Once they dropped to the floor, she pulled the damp white panties
off and pulled her best black lace panties from her bureau drawer. She pulled
her thin black garter and black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat on the
bed before pulling the soft garments up her long and tanned legs. Pulling the
closet doors open she selected a short dark blue skirt with matching vest. A
shirt should have been worn under the sleeveless vests but Karen decided to
forgo the blouse. As she started to leave the bedroom she remembered one more
needed item. Turning she opened the door to the night stand and removed three
of her husband's condoms. With the needed protection in her small hands she
scampered to the door of the overheated trailer.

At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls against the back of the
sofa in total exhaustion. Her sweat coated body continues to throb as her
heart muscle finally catcarbonsmudges up with her total sexual climax.

After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary eyes and looks down her
tight body. Her hard nipples had finally returned to their normal softness.
She raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined pussy hair matted with the
black's man cum. The abundant black sperm was dripping from her still quaking
pussy lips and falling to the carpet. Her eyes focus on Michael as he caught
the dripping sperm between his fingers and brings the fingers to her lips,
where he coated them with the salty tasting sticky covering. Her tongue
snakes out and she tastes the discharge. He then coats her body with the
drippings and she did not resist.

Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order, Clean me.

Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from the couch and brought her
searching tongue to the now semi hard black cock. The cock was still dripping
and Karen carefully captured each drop as she bathed it with her tongue and
lips. After cleaning the black cock, she searcarbonsmudged for the huge nut sack which
she expertly sucked into her wet mouth; cleaning her black master thoroughly.

Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he sits down and watcarbonsmudges the
pretty housewife put on her wrinkled and soaked clothing. He does not speak
and the housewife shot back to reality meekly dresses. Humbly she walked
towards the door and fatigued makes her way down the long stairs to the
parking lot below. She reacarbonsmudges her car as the plant was discharging it's
tired group of employees. When David comes out he is surprised to find his
pretty wife by the office door. Waving he scurries over to where she is
standing.

Reaching her at the same time that Michael Washington exited the office door
the three stared at each other. David was perplexed why his wife would be at
the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground as she felt Michael's sperm
exit her pussy hole and drop down the inside of her thighs.

Michael was the first to speak... Here are your husband's rubbers Mrs.
Saunders, as he handed the Trojan lubricated rubbers to Karen's outstretcarbonsmudged
hands.

He was amused at the startled looks of the husband and wife standing before
him. Meekly, Karen extended her hand and retrieved the unused condoms from
the huge black paw of her ravisher.

Before you leave Mrs. Saunders... I want you to give me your black panties.
I would like them for a souvenir of our little meeting this afternoon, mocked
the huge black master standing before the startled husband and wife.

A number of the other workers had converged on the small assemble and stood
around with a puzzled look on their faces not knowing what was transpiring.
Their startled faces became ashen as Mrs. Karen Saunders lifted her short
skirt and quickly lowered her black panties. Humiliated, her hands trembling
she extended her hand with the panties to the black plant owner. Michael did
not retrieve his prize immediately but let the beautiful housewife continue to
offer her panties in front of the assemred plant workers.

At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the panties and brought the
soaked panties to his nose and inhaled the sweet mixture of black sperm and
white pussy juice.

Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting statement, I'll call you
when I want you again Mrs. Saunders. He then opened the door and disappeared
leaving the couple and assemred entronage staring at each other.

David felt completely drained as he stood before his fellow co-workers after
seeing his beautiful wife willingly give her panties to his domineering black
boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was just starting.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS STORY, WHAT I WOULD'T GIVE TO BE DAVID. I'D LOVE TO HERE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT

There is more to this story. She is visited at home by the Boss and finally is used to service some Japanese clients of the business. I had the complete story at one time but lost it in a computer crash. Anyone out there have the whole story? I would love to recover it.

Here you go, mikeltee. I have many, many more Arc Light stories, all on the same theme. They've been classics for years.

The Black Boss -- Chapter
3 Black Impregnation

By ARC LIGHT

David Saunders took his beautiful wife Karen home after the humiliating
scene at the factory office. The next day was Friday he did not have the
courage to face either his white co-workers or the sneering Black foreman. Each
of the two groups now knew that his beautiful wife had stumred from the
factory office covered in the Black owner's cum. David could not stand the
smirks and put downs from his fellow white workers. Unbeknownst to him, his
white fellow workers lived in constant fear that they too, were afraid that
their wives would be the next to catch Michael Washington's eye. For when that
happened they had turned up on their knees before the Black owner.

The Black foremen's taunts were of course the hardest for David to
accept. They were of course the most cruel; mocking that he must not be much
of a man when a Black could use his wife as his favorite toy; when the Black
owner could be openly using her for his carnal pleasure.

After he got Karen home from the debacle on Thursday night David had
takes himself into oblivion. When he was sober enough to speak he threatened
his precious loving wife and even on one occasion slapped her across the face.
During his tirades he threatened to ******* Michael Washington if he ever laid
another hand on what he called his "tramp of a wife."

On Sunday after noon I arrived at the trailer park. As I drove my shiny
new Lincoln up the drive and pulled next to the Saunders mobile home I could
feel every eye as I marched up to the door and without knocking walked in. When
I walked in I quickly focused on the surprised and startled face of beautiful
Karen Saunders. Swinging around I then spotted the holy water soaked husband who
had total fright written all over his face. I calmly walked over to him and
standing face to face slapped him across his face cutting his lip.

"I hear that you are going to whip my ass for fucking your little tramp
with my long Black dick you fucking asshole," I stated.

The quick decisive action robbed the irate husband of his advantage. The
holy water of the last three days had impaired his mind. He could not fathom the
audacity of the huge Black man standing in front of him. As the red dripped
from his lip onto his sweat soaked t shirt he tried valiantly to make his
holy water shrouded brain respond. When I back handed him a second time from the
other direction he let the bottle of Jim Beam fall to the floor, bringing his
hand to his face. Desperately he tried to focus his mind on the last thirty
seconds of his life.

"I came over here to fuck your wife again. Is there anything you want to
do about it?" I questioned the stunned husband.

Grimacing, David Saunders, meekly asked, "I want you to leave. I want..."

Before he could continue I again slapped him across the face and this
time he brought both of his hands across his face trying to protect it. Another
slap brought a pitiful response, "Please don't hit me."

"I like your wife's soft and warm pussy. Do you know that she begged me
to fuck her last Thursday. Begged me to do what her husband is not man enough
to do; not man enough to satisfy his little tramp of a wife," I continued,
sneering at the humred husband. Sensing his total surrender I continued my
verbal conquest of the cowering husband, "The first time I was with your wife
in this very mobile home she dropped to her knees and sucked my Black cock dry.
Does she suck your pitiful cock white boy?" I questioned.

David was trying to power his tormented mind to comprehend the vulgar
questions that the arrogant Black male was subjecting him to. The more he
tried to regain control of his senses the more helpless he felt. His Black
boss had burst into his home; slapped him silly and was taunting him for not
being man enough to sexually satisfy his ravishing wife. His heretofore
faithful wife. The wife that was to bear his youngren. As he struggled to
clear his holy water fogged mind he seen his Black tormentor turn and summon Karen
to his side. He let his hands fall to his side as she approached.

The stunningly beautiful blonde wife hesitantly walked the few steps and
stood next to me. She was trembling and her eyes were full of uncertainty. She
was wearing David's white dress shirt and the top three buttons were undone. I
could tell that she wore no bra as her hard nipples poked against the scratchy
cloth. Although the shirt had long tails I could tell the only other clothing
that she was wearing was a pair of red sating panties. The panties were
tightly pulled against her sex and her trembling increased with each second..

"Did you enjoy last Thursday when I fucked you in my office?" I asked.

The question bore into her and she meekly looked at me; and then at her
slouching husband. Looking into his red shot eyes she then returned to my
dark and forbidding eyes. "Yes," she meekly answered.

Turning to her beaten husband, I again mocked his manhood. "Do you let
your wife fuck anybody; or just Black men?"

Trying to come up with an answer he merely stuttered, "I, uh......"

Looking into his defeated eyes I gave my next order, "Drop your pants. I
want to see what your wife is giving up when I decide to fuck her."

I could see the battered husband start to resist......... The next slap
broke open his lip in another place. "Drop your pants wimp. Do it NOW!" I
commanded.

The slap drained his will to resist. He meekly unbuckled his belt;
unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. Meekly, he
looked into my eyes and sensing that I was not going to show him mercy he
pulled the jeans over his hips letting them fall to his ankles.

Looking down at his pitiful specimen of manhood I started laughing. The
more I laughed the more he felt humred. He dropped his head and stared at the
floor.

Turning towards Karen I mocked her cowering husband. "No wonder you were
ready for a real man." I then unbuttoned each of the remaining buttons while
Karen absently stared at her husband's under endowed manhood. Once the buttons
were free I slid my hands between the open shirt and roughly caressed the hard
nipples of my new fuck mate. I squeezed the nipples between my finger and
thumb and smiled as Karen winced at the pleasure/pain. I let my fingers drop
to the waist band of her bright red panties and inserted my searching finger. I
heard the white wife gasp as my finger made small circular motions under the
waist band of her red panties.

I could see that David was intently looking at my manipulations of his
blonde wife. His small manhood was trying to assert itself.......

After several minutes I could tell my gentle stroking was heating the
tight body of Mrs. David Saunders. Her eyes closed; her tongue probed her lips
and she gently rubbed herself against my hand.

Softly, I asked, "Can your husband satisfy your needs?"

Her eyes remaining closed she quietly answered, "No.... He can't even
remain hard anymore."

"How large is he?" I asked.

Her tongue dueled with her lips and she softly moaned, "He is not as
large as you. He cannot fill me as you have........ He cannot bring me to
orgasm...... Oh God, it's time. Don't tease me anymore. I need you!!"

As his wife moaned David's insignificant white boy cock strained to reach
it's full stature of 4 inches. I looked down and seen the minuscule organ
twitch as his wife begged for my Black cock.

Turning to the husband I ridiculed him even more. "Take my pants down
white boy. It's time for your wife to see a real cock. A Black Cock that she
will beg for."

The red had dried on his lips as he sank to his knees in front of the
Black man seducing his wife in their home. Carefully he unbuckled the belt and
gently lowered my pants pulling them off my feet. I could see his red shoot
eyes open wide when my huge Black cock sprang free of the pants. Since I never
wear any underwear my Black cock shot free and hit the astonished white boy
husband in the face. A dash of pre cum smeared his right cheek. From his
subservient position on his knees he looked up as I continued to stroke his
pretty wife's now sopping pussy hole under her red panties.

"Take your wife's panties off. I think she is about ready to pull my
Black cock deep into her pussy. Does she look ready to you wimp?" I
questioned.

David, kneeling, was speechless as he watched his wife undulate against
my fingers; trying to embed them deeper into her deep wet passage.

When David hesitated Karen urgently pleaded with her husband to remove
her panties. "David, please take my panties down. I need Michael's Black cock
in me," she begged. When he again hesitated she grabbed his ears and pulled
him forward. Desperately she begged her husband. "Please........... Please
take my panties down. I need a man."

Karen's painful grip on David's ears powerd him to awkwardly scoot
forward so that he could grasp the soaking panties and slide them down his
wife's long beautiful legs. He inhaled the sexually charged fragrance as the
panties were lowered over the Black fingers that were now lodged in the tight
wet hole of his wife. As she lifted her legs she slid down and stretched her
long legs in order to give me, her Black lover even greater access to her red
engorged and throbbing pussy lips. She was now thrusting against my pleasure
producing digits and moaned deeply, "Oh my God, Please Fuck MEEEEEE!!!"

Looking down at the cowering husband I could see that he was looking at
my large uncircumcised Black cock in horror. I was sure that he could not
comprehend how my large cock could fit into his wife's tight chamber of love.
"Massage my nut sack asshole," I ordered. As he grasped my large egg sized
testicles I mocked him further, "I think I am going to unload my spunk into
your tramp wife. How about it white boy; Don't you want a little Black
bastard growing in your wife's womb?"

Looking up at me he begged, "Please use a rubber. Please," he whimpered.

"If you want me to use a rubber go get one of yours," I ordered. He
started to pull up his pants but I quickly corrected him, "You want me to use a
rubber shuffle back to your bedroom and get it white boy." As I laughed at the
spectacle of the white husband shuffling to the back bedroom I continued to
stroke the beautiful wife to a within a single thrust of her release before
withdrawing my fingers making her writhe even more. Karen's tormented mind was
near disintegration as she craved her release; her release that never came. As
her tormented body relaxed I reinserted my fingers and commenced the gentle
stroking hoping to keep her at a fever pitch. The strategy worked to
perfection as the tight perfect body thrust against my hand.

After what seemed like an eternity to the distraught housewife her
husband finally shuffled back into the living room with his hand full of cheap
rubbers.

When he shuffled into the room I pulled his wife close to me and gave her
a passionate deep throat tongue kiss. Her tongue eagerly sought out my thick
tongue and dueled with it to bring me closer to hardness. Her hips ground into
my hard cock and standing on her tip toes tried to entice the hard Black cock
into her dripping love tunnel. As much as she tried she was too short. She
became outraged as her husband desperately attempted to slide the dry rubber
over the end of my hard Black cock. Competing with him to encase my cock she
finally reached down and slapped him along side the head causing a shooting
pain in his ear. As he backed off she kicked him; trying to power him away
from her and I so that she could get her pussy closer to my pleasure inducing
Black cock.

The beautiful Mrs. Karen Saunders was far more aroused that I so I played
with her tormented mind. "Go wait for me on your martial bed. I haven't
fucked you in your husband's bed yet. Get your ass back there and I may bury
my hard Black cock deep in your belly."

Although temporarily disappointed she begrudgingly scurried down the long
hall way looking over her shoulder and begging with her eyes for me to follow.
Her husband was squatted the floor in stunned silence.

Slowly, I started back to the waiting wife who was laying on her back,
her long legs widely spread. Looking over the erect nipples on her ample
breasts she held her pussy chamber apart; begging me with her eyes to hurriedly
bury my Black pole deep into her belly.

David, meekly sobbed, "The Rubber?"

Looking down at the defeated white boy husband, I continued my mocking,
"If your wife wants me to............ I may withdraw before I fill her womb
with Black seed."

Once I got to the martial bed of the Saunders, I knee walked between the
widely spread legs of the beautiful wife. Her eyes still begging me I let the
purple head of my hard Black cock gently insert itself between the petals of
pleasure. The desperate Mrs. Saunders scooted her ass downward and inserted
another inch of Black manhood into her hole. As her pussy stretched to
accommodate my hard Black cock she moaned and reached for my shoulders hoping
to pull me deeper into her thrusting hole. Her liquid was coating my cock and
I allowed another inch into her chamber; allowing the pretty wife a mercy
fucking.

As I allowed another inch to wedge itself into the tight canal David
Saunders shuffled into the room and slid down the wall wedging himself
between the bed and the wall. He had a tight grip on his manhood and was
stroking himself in the same rhythm as my piston plunging into his wife.

As I slipped each inch into the writhing wife I allowed her to adjust to
the thick Black log powering itself into her tight love channel. However as I
felt my needs bubble to the surface I pulled the tip out and in one vulgar
hammering stroke buried myself into the warm and wet hole of Mrs. Karen
Saunders. Karen scream echoed throughout the trailer. Once my cock was buried
into her womb no mercy was shown. My constant pile driving cock was powering
the eighteen year old bride to continually adjust to each new sensation.

"Do you want my seed; Do you want my Black bastard in your belly?" I
screamed......

"Oh god yes...... Fuck me you Black bastard....... Fill me with your
fucking Black seed.... Fuck MEEEEEEEEE." she screamed.

Her poor husband, wedged between the bed and trailer wall merely pleaded;
"No Dear God..... Don't lose your seed. Don't Dear God........."

David's pleas went unanswered as I felt my nut sack tighten and then in a
explosion of lust flooded Karen's womb with potent Black seed. The spunk was
buried deep in her belly as explosion after explosion of seed filled her inner
chamber. I left my Black cock lodged into her tight hole for nearly ten
minutes and only after it started softening did I raise up and allow it to
slide out. Looking down at the contorted face of my white bride conquest I
stroked my Black cock emptying the last of the spunk on her belly. I then
leaned forward and rubbed the sticky discharge over her face. Her tongue
darted out and attempted to clean my fingers.

"Order David to clean me," I told the beautiful wife.

Sensing her dominance over her mentally broken husband she pulled herself
on her elbows and looking down at her stunned husband, gave him the command,
"Clean my lover with your tongue. Do it well and you can lick his seed out of
my pussy........."

The order was simple. David pulled himself to the edge of the bed and
sticking his tongue out cleaned my semi rigid pole. When he finished he again
fell against the wall.

"Leave my seed in your wife," I mocked.

"Later this evening I am rewarding two of my foremen with your wife.
Until she becomes pregnant I don't want you sucking our Black seed from her.
She can take a shower; but I don't want her taking a bath. Your wife is
currently one of four that will be the first to be impregnated with Black
seed," I continued.

Karen was gently massaging her nipples as I spoke. She was calm and
serene after her intense orgasm.

David, his head throbbing from the now raging hang over was trying to
contemplate the latest revelations.

Still nude; I allowed him a preview of the next few weeks of the happy
white couple. "Next week, Karen will be accompanying me and three or four of
the Blacks at the plant, to my country cabin. You will not be allowed to have
sex with her before that time. We will breed her. After she returns I am sure
she will be carrying our Black young. You will be allowed to raise the young;
never knowing for sure who the man is."

"When she returns she will also be wearing a tattoo on her neck. It will
be a Black tattoo and will allow everyone to know that she is a whore for Black
pleasure. Her tattoo will signify that she is available to any Black who may
wish her company. Do you understand David?"

The humiliated husband could not speak but merely nodded his acceptance;
acceptance that his wife was no longer his.........

"Gentlemen...... The contracts are on the table in front of you. May I
suggest that you sign them so that we can proceed unhindered for the rest of
the evening?"

Mr. Moto, staring intensely at my slow and deliberate debasement of my
newest toy, quickly fell to his knees and signed the three copies of the
contract. A small amount of dribble fell from the side of his mouth. His
partner quickly followed suit.

When the two were again standing Mr. Moto spoke in a powerful tone. "We
have certain desires to fill. We are sure that you will have no objection....
in fact you may choose to stay and watch."

I felt Karen tremble...... and then I placed my hands at the top of the
back of her dress and slowly pulled the black dress from her shoulders. She
tried to hold the dress up with her crossed arms. Licking her neck I then gave
my next command to my plaything, "My clients want to see your tiny little
titties. Don't disappoint them or ME."

Karen dropped her arms and the black dress fell to the floor. There was
a noticeable gasp and I could see that the two oriental cocks twitching in the
constricting dress pants. "I have not completely trained Mrs. Saunders in the
art of pleasing her masters. However, Mrs. Saunders is a passionate young
woman and she looks forward to serving you. Isn't that right Karen?" I asked.

Karen, her eyes focused on the carpet and her arms handing limply at her
side merely nodded. The vision and gentle movements of Mrs. Karen Saunders
made the constricted cocks twitch even more. She was now clad in only her
matching black bra and panties; and sheer black hose held up by the thinnest of
garter belts.

Mr. Moto was the first to shed his pants. Once he pulled the pants from
his surprisingly muscular legs he looked at my little beauty. "You may suck
our cocks now Mrs. Saunders....." was the simple statement.

Karen turned towards me with pleading eyes. "Obey your Masters.... If
you perform well I will reward you later.." I stated.

Karen took one small step forward when she heard the harsh command.
"CRAWL...... You must realize your status for this evening.." Mr. Moto
explained.

Hesitantly Karen dropped to her knees and then looked up; and crawled on
hands and knees to the waiting lofty Japanese businessmen. Once she was
directly in front of Mr. Moto she looked up with her light blue eyes. Mr. Moto
removed his shorts and his six inch thick cock flopped forward. Karen,
reluctantly opened her small mouth and allowed the manhood to slip between her
red coated lips. The somewhat pungent odor nearly overtook the young bride.
Diligently however she sucked on the less than awesome appendage; bringing her
small hands up to cradle the small nut sack. Her tongue caressed the small
slit in front and wrapped around the foreskin until the full member was
completely embedded in her willing mouth. As Karen sucked and teased the
throbbing small penis with her pointed tongue she felt the nutsack contract and
immediately flood her mouth with salty tasting discharge. The overexcited Mr.
Moto blew his entire load into the sucking oral cavity of the beautiful girl at
his feet. Karen continued to cradle the nutsack squeezing every last ounce of
cum from the soft testicles.

As Mr. Moto's manhood shrunk it slipped out of her sucking mouth she
turned her head to the second squatting businessman. His head was pulled back
and a dark wet spot was rapidly growing on the front of his pants. His entire
body was shaking and drool was dripping from his mouth.

Karen hoped against hope that this would fulfill the twisted Orientals
fascination for her tight young body. But alas............

Mr. Moto, having finally regained his bearing turned sharply and walked
to a dresser at his right. When he walked away a small rope like string of cum
hung from Karen's lips and followed the squat Japanese man's steps. When he
reached the chest he pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a black scarf and
several sets of coarse rope. Turning to the now frightened young housewife he
merely smiled...........

Don Jetman, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU !!!!!
;);

great story
james Guy

I love this one