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LUCKY BRAD

Brad Andermister may be the luckiest man alive. He has a great job, only 3 more years to retirement, a beautiful wife and 2 wonderful flowers 10 & 12. However things are rarely the way they seem. Bill Johnmister, Brad's biggest rival has just been promoted to Division head of Brad's Division. Brad had felt the job was surely his as he had been at Terrance Tool & Die for 27 years. Bill had only been there 5 years and was 15 years Brads junior. Brad thought about the time he had told Bill one day he would have Mr Lyle's job, then things would change(meaning BILL).

When Brad got home that evening Jan had cooked Duck, (Brad's favorite) to celibrate Brads promotion. Brad hated to disapoint Jan but knew he may as well tell her now. He told her that Bill had gotten the job and was in fear that he would lose his job and 27 yrs service as the Co. had no partial retirement plan. Jan told Brad not to worry because he was still very valuable to the Co. Sure that he was over reacting he enjoyed his lovley wife's cooking. Later that night he kissed the girls goodnight and told them to behave at grammys house. for the last 3 summers they spent 2 mo. there.They looked forward to it all year and the time was finally here. Jan would take them to the Train Station mid day tomorrow.

The next morning when Brad went to work things had already started to change. Old Mrs Wilmister was missing, in her place was a very pretty young receptionist, Lisa. She seemed nice enough but couldn't type a lick. Bill had Brad do everyones typing for them. Brad was humiliated but knew he could take just about any thing for 3 more yrs. Things went from bad to worse, Bill was always yelling at Brad in front of everyone. Then Brad and Lisa had a huge fight and Lisa quit. BIll was furious, how could he replace her the big wigs were coming to town on Monday. He called a meeting of all the staff and asked for sugestions. Tom said maybe someones wife could fill in untill they found a replacement. Neil said who's wife. Bill chimed in Brad's of course he is the one who made Lisa quit. " she won"t do it" quipped Brad. "She does or you're fired". Bill was'nt expecting this."Have her here Monday morning". Brad knew he had been beat he said OK.

Jan was not at all happy. Monday morning came and they got ready for work. I don't have a lot of nice clothes for an office. Brad said thats OK it is only a short time.

When they arrived at work everyone was pleased to see the lovley Jan who could also type and take dictation. the first seemed uneventful untill the end of the day. Bill called jan into his office, he told her what a good job she had done, but he thought he was still going to can Brad."Please" "I'll do anything". Bill thought for a moment then said tomorrow come to work wearing this and he handed her a box. She said she would without looking at the box.

When they they got home She told Brad about what had happened. He was devastiated, what could they do. they decided that they could do anything for 3 yrs. so they would retire as planned.

The next morning Jan took her shower and Put on the Dress that was in the box. It was a little short and very sheer, there was also a pair of red thong panties.Bill had forgotten a bra and a slip but she had plenty of those. Even with the slip in the right light you could see the panties. No big deal the office was not well lit as long as she stayed away from the windows she would be al right. when they got to the office the whole place had moved around, there were name tags on the desks. Of course Jans desk was in front of a whole of windows.

Bill called Jan to his office "did you wear the whole outfit". "Yes". BIll noted that the dress looked less sheer than he remembered."You wore a slip didn't you and a bra too". "Yes of course I'm not a slut". Bill told her to remove the bra and slip or pack brads desk and leave. She started for the door, "where do you think you are going". "To the ladies room I guess you win". Bill told her to remove them in his office and never to question him again. Fighting back tears she pulled the slip from under the dress. Bill said you must learn not question my wishes "take the dress off then remove the bra" she removed the dress he picked it up and held it to the light as she removed her bra. "KNOCK" Bill said come in with Jan standing in only her thong panties and Bill now holding all her clothes. Tom was stunned!! "Yes" said Bill as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Just wanted see if you had lunch plans" Bill said not today. "Put this back on" he threw her the dress. she quickly dressed and left.

Back at her desk she knew all could see through the dress and Tom had told about Bill's office. Brad had expected this and just sat there as his co workers found ways for his wife to be in front of the windows. her breasts and ass were plainly visable they were both humiliated. At the end of the day Bill called Jan into his office and gave her out fit for tommorow. She looked in the box and it was a very sheer slip that was about 3" below her ass. she was mortified. how can i wear this and were are the panties" Bill just smiled I dont think you have a choice and there are no panties. She left in tears.

The next day Brad pleaded with her not to wear that but she said "I have to". When they got to the office all the guys were making cat calls when she walked in front of the windows she may as well have been nude. At 11:30 Bill called her into his office. she left the door open (a mistake she will regret) Bill told her that since Lisa was no longer there he needed her to suck his cock. She was going to argue but knew in the end he would win. she got on her knees, forgetting that she had left the door open. he told her to take the dress off she did as told. she was kneeling there naked when Bill pulled out the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen. Bill took out a camera and told her to smile as before she knew he would win so she smiled as he took pics of her sucking his cock. Just as he was cumming he pulled out and shot all over her tits. She was a gooey mess Bill told her to stay like that the rest of the day. She smiled and went to get the dress. Bill said leave that here you will be nude at all times from now on at the office.

As Jan walked back to her desk covered in drying cum and as naked as the day she was born, you could have heard a pin drop(if Brad had not been wimpering like a baby) Bill came out with his his camera and asked if any one wanted to FUCK this slut. Tom was first he bent her over Brads desk and rammed his big cock in her tight little hole. Neil went around front and shoved his cock in her face. Jan greedily sucked it as Bill took pics.This went on for the rest of the day. Bill gave her the slip back and told her to take the bus home. She did as told but that is another story.

The first week at Brad's office was more than the Andermisters wildest nightmares. Brad had seen his quiet wife used and humiliated by his boss and co-workers. They have all seen her naked, they have all fucked her and she has sucked all thier cocks(she never did this for Brad). They were confused. they spent all weekend thinking about it. Should they move or quit work. After hours of discussion,Brad said he wanted to quit his job. He pointed out that they never saw his co-workers except at work.Jan had heard enough! She TOLD Brad to quit whinning. She had no intention of quiting her new job. She said it was the best job she had ever had.

With that being settled,Brad started crying.Jan slapped him hard on the face and told him to stop acting like a baby. she told him that there were going to be some new rules around this house. She would do whatever BILL wanted and he would do whatever She wanted. That was end of the conversation.

Monday as they showered and got ready for work Jan shaved her tight wet cunt as bald as a baby's ass. She put baby oil on her sexy body then put on her coat and told Brad to hurry up. Brad asked her where her dress was? "Bill wants me nude at all times". she told brad to get used to seeing her this way but not to get too excited because he was never going to fuck her again with that little dick of his.

When they got to work Jan took off her coat and hung it on the rack. She walked wearing only heels to her desk and started her work. Tom,Neil and joe were smiling they knew life was good. Bill called Jan into his office. I see you did as i told you. how does it feel to be nude and hairless in front of us? "I am sooooo wet ineed a towel". Good. Go type the report on the Hendermister plant.

She worked just like a regular secretary ex cept she was nude all the time. The guys would fuck her anytime they wanted as long as it was in front of everyone present. She learned to love sucking cock. life was good. Brad started to like watching his wife with his co-workers.

The 4th of july weekend was comming up. The Andermisters always had the neighborhood cookout at their house. Brad was excited, he loved to grill. This year they had invited Bob and Sue who lived next door,Jim and Ann from across the street and Brad's brother Fred and his wife Karen. The day of the cookout Brad said we have a lot of extra steaks. Jan said I invited the guys from work.

It was a great day 97 degrees and sunny. Fred and Karen were laying out by the pool when Bob and Sue walked through the gate. Jim and Ann were only a few minutes behind. Ann and Karen had chosen one piece suits that covered all the good stuff,Sue wore a two piece but was still well covered. Bill,Tom,Neil and Joe rode together they came without thier wives.

Jan came out of the house nude you could have heard a pin drop! She explained I am my co-workers slut I must be nude whenever they are present.Bob and Jim couldn't belive thier luck thier beautiful neighbor was starkers in front of them. Ann and Sue never liked Jan,sue took out her digital cam and Ann started videoing. Fred and Karen could not belive Jan was nude after about 20 min everyone got used to the naked slut. They ate and drank till all were very takes. As she was bringing Bill a take Jan tripped and spilled it on him. He told her she had been bad and needed to be spanked.

He tied her over the picnic table and spread her legs so her wet lips showed to all.he had all the guests line up an each give 5 swats. then he said it was time to fuck the slut Bob and Jim were 1st in line Fred almost came right then. Bob slid his trunks down and put his fat cock in Jans wet pussy Bill said not pull out but to cum inside her. Jim slid his cock in next after 5 minutes he tookhis cock out and put it in her tight ass she screamed with joy and pain as he withdrew his long cock Ann put a second tape in the video camera. Fred stepped up and took out the biggest cock they had ever seen, he looked at Brad and said she will never be the same after this. He slowly slid the giant peice of manhood in her sloppy cunt he came quickly but she felt like she had just given birth. Tom fucked her ass while she sucked Bills cock and swallowed every drop. Neil and Joe took thier spots.

After every one had thier way Jan was cut loose. Ann was talking to Bill then Bill told Jan she was going to be the entertainment for Ann and Jims party next month. he also told her that he wanted everone she knew to know she was a slut and would send copies of the tape to everyone she knew. She told him she would make the list of names.

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Waylaid Wife

Ellen Ryan was busy in the kitchen heating up the baby's formula for three month old Rory. Looking out towards the den, she watched as her loving husband rocked the ***** in his arms while watching Darrin Jr. play with his toy truck. She sighed at the sight, seeing how her husband cared for the youngsters, worried that someday he might learn the truth.

So much had happened over the past three years and Ellen felt totally trapped. She loved Darrin Sr. with all her heart, ever since they had begun dating. At first she thought that it had been the scheming client of Darrin's that had set her downfall. But, in the past year she had come to learn that it was Darrin's demented boss that had schemed and planned all the events that led to the destruction of her innocence.

It was a year ago when she had learned of Ralph Calhoon's lust for her body. Ellen had always shuddered at the thought of Darrin's pudgy old boss and how he made her skin crawl each time he touched her. After that web of depravation that her husband's client had dragged her through, it had been a shock when she discovered that it was old man Calhoon who had planned everything, actually bartering her to the horrid client in exchange for his account.

Ellen had come to learn that the 'emergency' that Calhoon had sent Darrin flying off to was a really concocted ruse just to leave her alone when they were having Darrin's client over for dinner. The evening ended in that degrading **** of her innocent body that horrid client on the bed that she shared with her loving husband. Then the horror and blackmailing threats of sending those terrible photos to her husband, parents and her fellow teachers at the elementary school powerd her to give in to the deplorable demands of the lusting pervert.

When Darrin had been sent off on a lengthy trip to handle another so-called 'emergency', she was in the process of complying with a horrid demand from the blackmailing client when everything became clear that it was old man Calhoon behind her downfall. She shivered upon recalling the awful clammy feeling of his pudgy hands upon her hips. Ellen then felt queasy as her body shuddered in total disgust.

Trapped firmly in place on the bed that she shared with her husband, she was held on all fours as the fat bastard crawled up upon the bed and mounted her like an natural. Ellen had tried in despair to get away from him, to buck him off of her back, but he took her like a dog after a bitch in heat. She had been unable to break loose of his grip, felt his hard fat cock probe at her womanhood as he then vulgarly thrust himself into her, making her scream from the agonizing pain.

"No ……….no ……………no ……………….please! Oh, please …………..please put something on …………….please!" Ellen pleaded desperately, wanting him to put on a condom or to make sure he pulled out in time, but all she heard was a disgusting laughter. Then the horrible taunting commenced as she heard "You're nothing but a little slut, aren't you, Mrs. Ryan? Aren't you ashamed of pulling the wool over your nitwit husband's eyes? Getting knock up by another man and telling your husband that it's his!"

Ellen didn't know how she survived the ordeal, wishing she would die than be powerd to suffer the offense and degradation of his fat pig satisfying his lust upon her body. She could only sob in her scandal as he had grunted out his filthy lust deep into her body, belching out his sticky slime. The thought of her husband's fat old boss breeding her, impregnating her with his filth, turned her stomach. Looking into the den, she observed her loving husband cradling the result of that horrid mating, rocking the little baby in his arms, the baby that his fat old boss had fucked into his loving wife's belly.

After he had satisfied his satisfied himself in her, Ellen then learned just what was in store for her. The devious client had smiled and departed, leaving her all alone with the man who had planned her demised from the start. She had collapsed face first onto the bed that she shared with Darrin, but it was his fat old boss who collapsed upon her back, exhausted but still deeply embedded in her as only a husband and wife should be connected.

All Ellen could do was to sob in shame, unable to crawl out from under the fat heavy body lying upon her. Finally she felt the weight easing itself from her body, shuddered when she felt the fat dwindling cock plop out from her ravaged slit. But as she tried to crawl away, she again felt the fat clammy hands upon her hips, only this time those hands pulled her over on the bed till she was on her back. Then she groaned as her husband's fat boss covered her with his body.

With the fat sweaty body of her husband's boss sliding upon her, she had shuddered with disgust, then groaned as the slobbering mouth captured a sensitive nipple. One after the other, her pink nipples were suckled, slobbered and chewed upon as never before. She tried to push the flabby body from her, wanting so desperately to crawl out from under him. In response, her husband's boss thrust himself down onto her, grunting with pleasure as his fat cock sank deeper into her agonized slit.

Ellen could only shut her eyes tightly in an attempt to block everything out of her mind while her husband's pig of a boss vented his lust for her body. She had begun sobbing uncontrollably as he continued thrusting into her, humping away at her limp body as she could find no pleasure at all from the touch of this sweaty and flabby old man. Finally, it was all over as his body convulsed and he grunted as he spewed out his potent seed into her, his wheezing body collapsing and pinning her body to the bed.

When Darrin's boss had finally pulled himself off her ravaged body, Ellen prayed that he had satisfied his lust for her. She hoped that he would dress and leave her home but she was soon learn otherwise. With the wireless remote that the evil man had been set up for the period Darrin was gone, Ellen watched as Mr. Calhoon pressed the intercom button to advise his permisteral butler to bring in a bottle of champagne to celebrate the special occasion.

Soon, Ellen would discover that she was essentially to be this fat pig's sexual plaything over the next six weeks while her husband was kept away at the other office. She was not prepared for all the unspeakable indignities that she would suffer at the hands of her husband's demented old boss. Besides being powerd to submit to him in the manner in which he had already taken her, she would soon discover the depths of his depravity.

Early the next morning, after being fucked throughout the night, Ellen got her first taste as to the depravity of this old man. She literally got a taste of it, on her knees before the horrid man who sat on the edge of the side of the bed where Darrin slept. With the top of her head up against the overhang of his fat belly, his clammy hands on top of her head, she was powerd to seek out his manhood with her mouth.

As she was in this subservient position to her husband evil boss, she mouthed and tongued his pulsing hardon, trying to end the humiliating agony. Ellen could not believe the gall of this old man as she was on her knees blowing him when he was picked up his cell phone to make a phone call. Then a chill of horror shot through her body as she heard the fat old man say "Good morning, Darrin! How was your trip?" Realizing his intent, Ellen tried to spit out the pulsing member but felt his grip on her hair tighten, holding her tight up against his flabby belly with his cock deeply imbedded in her mouth.

Ellen felt nauseous as she was powerd to suck upon this devious old man's filthy cock, all the while suffering the further indignity of knowing that he was talking to her husband on the other end of the line. As the conversation was coming to an end, she felt him begin to hump faster and faster into her face, obviously intent on spewing his filthy load into her face while keeping Darrin on the line. Then she heard him wheeze a bit, telling Darrin "Oh, you're such a lucky fellow, Darrin! A beautiful and faithful wife like yours to so hard to come by these days!" as he began to spew out his sticky load into her sucking mouth.

With fingers entwined tightly in her hair, Ellen could not shake her head loose to dislodge the oozing cock in her now filled mouth. Her body shuddered in disgust at the depraved act that she was powerd to perform for her husband's evil boss, all the while that he spoke to her husband on the phone. She shivered as her cheeks began to bloat out as she kept from swallowing as the twitching cock continued to ooze more and more of its filth into her mouth.

For the next six weeks, Ellen had been essentially a captive in her own home while her husband was away on the so called 'emergency' needed to resolve the problems in another branch. Darrin's boss had been quite proficient in having prepared for all the little details in advance. Baby sitters, housekeepers, an excellent chef - all were there to handle the needs of the Ryans' household. Ellen Ryan's only role during this period was to please the seemingly endless lusting desires of her husband's old boss, Ralph Calhoon.

On the very day that Darrin was scheduled to return from the 'emergency', Ellen became quite ill, a severe case of 'morning' sickness. She didn't need to go to the doctor to tell her that her husband's evil boss had indeed 'knocked' her up good as the evil man had intended from the start. With her religious upbringing, an abortion was definitely out of the question but Ellen wondered if she could pull off a continuous lie and have Darrin believe the baby was his. Not wanting to lose Darrin, she was left with no other options but to convince Darrin that he had done the deed just before leaving on his trip.

Up until she was six full months along with her pregnancy, belly obviously bulging with a baby in her tummy, Ellen dreaded whenever the phone rang. With the hold that Darrin's boss held over her, she knew what it meant when the phone rang shortly after her husband left for the office. She desperately wanted not to answer but knew better than to risk the wrath of the demented Ralph Calhoon.

Ralph Calhoon was delighted in having succeeded in achieving his goal of knocking up the sexy little beauty. With the beauty now pregnant with his young, he put his devious plans to work. Besides enjoying the pleasures of defiling a pretty little beauty himself, he found it quite exciting to set up a young beauty in degrading herself with the likes of a man that she would not normally give a second glance to.

The worst such event unfolded when Ellen was just over four months pregnant, holding her husband's hand as he led her up the steps to the luxurious home of his depraved boss. Ellen was nervous and reluctant in seeing Darrin's evil boss again, not having seen him since her husband had returned home from his 'emergency' assignment. In fact, she had hoped to find an excuse in not attending the function but that threatening phone call from Darrin's boss last week quickly changed her mind.

Entering the luxury home, it was quite obvious that nothing was spared in regards to the cost of the interior furnishings. Ellen swallowed deeply as Darrin's evil boss greeted them with open arms and she had to endure his rather familiar embrace. She winced as he embraced her with "So nice to see you again, Mrs. Ryan! You look so radiant tonight!" She shuddered as she felt his slide down her back to fondle her ass through her dress, then heard his whisper in her ear "Got a little surprise in store for you tonight, sweetie!"

As a cocktail hostess brought them glasses of champagne, Ellen gulped at her take nervously, knowing that the 'little surprise' that her husband's boss had in store for her would be something she would certainly come to dread. Then Mr. Calhoon waved to a tall muscular black man, appearing to be in his mid-forties and who had just arrived. She and Darrin were then introduced to Mr. Max Lewis, who was in charge of investments for a regional department store. It became quite apparent that Darrin's boss was wining and dining this man who's say could swing their account over to the firm.

Darrin had heard of this important man from his boss earlier and knew that Calhoon was trying to get the investment account from this man's company. Thus, if the man selected him to manage the account, it would certainly be a big plus in his cap. When Mr. Lewis complimented him on having such a beautiful wife and asked when was the little one expected, Darrin advised "Why, thank you, Mr. Lewis! Ellen and I are looking forward to this little addition to the family! The target date is five months from now, about the end of December!"

With Darrin conversing with Mr. Lewis, that allowed Ralph Calhoon to step up closer to his employee's lovely young wife. It gave him great joy to be feeling up a lovely beauty right under the nose of her unsuspecting and loving husband. Even more enjoyable to see the lovely young wife shuddered from his caressing of her tight little ass, blinking back tears of shame. Leaning over to whisper to the apprehensive beauty, he told her "You take Mr. Lewis for a walk out in the garden tonight, sweetie! He's got a thing for fucking a sexy white beauty! He even told me that's the best thrill he's ever had was when he nailed a little married slut when she was already carrying a baby in her belly! Think you can give him another thrill like that, Mrs. Ryan?"

Ellen nearly broke out crying right then after learning just what her husband's demented old boss was demanding of her. Bringing the glass of champagne up to her lips, she downed the remainder in the glass, wanting to get excited and numb herself from what was to take place. She couldn't believe that the devious old man was going to separate her from Darrin at this party, pairing her up with this stranger. Plus, her husband's boss was expecting her to land this new account by putting out for this man.

Max Lewis had been looking forward to this event. He knew that old man Calhoon was buttering him up to land the company's investment account by this invitation. In fact, Ralph Calhoon had been treated him to lunch several times, along with the recent round of golf at the plush country club the other week. After a lot of takes at the 19th hole, the conversation got looser and turned to women and sex.

That topic of conversation was Max's favorite and now he began to take a liking to this old hoot. With Calhoon bringing up the topic, obviously in search of his interests, Max let it be known that he was indeed interested by throwing out a bone to the old man. "Well, Calhoon, we might just be in need of some investment banking assistance! Of course, I'd have to convince the board as to the reamisters why your particular firm would best be able to serve the company!" he advised.

Hours of takeing at the clubhouse that night, the two men began swap sex stories, telling each other of their exciting conquests. Old man Calhoon had bragged of his exciting conquest nailing a beautiful young wife of one of his employees. "Best of all, I knocked her up and her stupid husband has no fucking idea that the kid she's carrying ain't his! Fuck, she's a fucking beauty and now about four months along!" Calhoon bragged.

Max laughed upon hearing the story and then told Calhoon "Yeah, knocking up a beautiful bitch who's married to some other sucker is a hell of a thrill! Done that a few times myself! But the one fuck that blew my fucking mind was when I nailed this beautiful white bitch who was fucking married and pregnant! It's was a thrill fucking her doggie style while feeling up the bulge in her belly! That was ten fucking years ago! Wish I good get another fuck like that - fucking mind blowing!"

Calhoon laughed and applauded the story that Max had just relayed, telling him "You're coming to a party at my home next week! Your wish is gonna come true! If you don't think this little bitch is beautiful, I'm setting up an eye appointment for you! And best of all, she's four months pregnant ………………with my fucking baby! Yeah, Max ……..she's the sweet little thing that I knocked up and her cuckolds browniehead of a husband has no fucking clue that I did the job for him!"

Ellen shivered when Mr. Calhoon advised "Oh, Mrs. Ryan, would you be so kind as to entertain Mr. Lewis for a bit? I need to greet some of the incoming guest and want to introduce your husband to them!" A chill went through her body as she watched her husband being led away, leaving her all alone with this tall muscular man who was stripping her clothing off with his leering eyes.

With darkness having set in outside, Ellen bit her lip as the firm hand of Max Lewis grasped her at her elbow, leading her to the side door. Heart pounding in her chest, totally speechless as this strange man led her outside, Ellen knew that looking at the flowers and shrubbery were the farthest from his mind. There was only one reamister that this man was leading her outside and she closed her eyes, wishing that she could rush back inside to her husband and safety.

Blinking back tears, Ellen sniffled once the door closed behind them as the hand released her elbow and was now caressing her asscheeks through her black evening dress. Then he turned to and pulled her toward him, planting his lips upon hers and holding her tightly to him. She desperately wanted to struggle and get away from this stranger but remembered Mr. Calhoon's order to 'entertain' this man.

Later, having been led down the path but not very far from the luxurious home, Ellen was led around a small rock wall. Pushed forward, she reached out to brace herself against the waist high wall. She could see a few couples outside near the house engaged in conversation and saw her husband through the large picture window inside the home standing next to his devious boss.

With her puffed up belly, Ellen had eliminated wearing the pair of smoky hose that she normally wore with the black dress as it would be too restricted on her bulging belly. With her flawless legs always having men's heads turning as she passed, she had felt that it would not hurt to do away with the uncomfortable garment this one night. Now she wished she had worn that pair of pantyhose, shivering in disgust as the man behind her was taking the liberty of caressing her bare outer thighs.

Bent over, panting in fear of being discovered, Ellen looked ahead at the people milling about and prayed that none would take a stroll in her direction. "Please …………oh, God, pleasee …………………..please, Mr. Lewis! Someone …………someone could come by! Please ………..please …………not here! It …………its too dangerous!" she panted, feeling the callused hands now fumbling at the waistband of her lacy black panties.

Shuddering as the skimpy wisp of clothing began slithering down her thighs to fall at her heels, Ellen was in a panic as she heard a zipper being undone behind her. "Spread'em, bitch!" she heard the lewd command from the man that she had only recently met. Feeling the man's knees up against her thighs, she moved her legs but felt her them being constricted by the panties around her ankles. Panting nervously, Ellen stepped out of her panties and kicked them aside.

Legs wide spread, Ellen shivered and moaned as she felt the thick blunt prodding between the back of her thighs. "Please ……………..oh, please, Mr. Lewis ………………ohhhhhh ………………ohhhhhhhh, Godddddd! Oh, God …………you ……………you're too bigggggg! Please ……………..please be gentle!" she panted.

"Ohhhhhhhh ……………………ahhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss ………………….ohhhhhhh!" Ellen moaned as the thick cockhead parted her slick cuntlips. Then she heard the gruff voice from behind say "You want it, don't you, Mrs. Ryan? You're nothing but a two-bit whore, aren't you? Tell me what kind of slut you are, Mrs. Ryan!" "Please …….please ………..oh, please ……………don't make me beg ……………don't humiliate me!" she pleaded.

Feeling the thick cockhead being withdrawn till only the tip remained capture in her stretched slit, Ellen pushed back to impale herself on the pleasure giving instrument, only to find the strong hands on her hips preventing her from achieving her goal. "Please …………oh, please …………..please fuck me! Fuck me …………fuck me like the slut I really am! I ……………I'm nothing but a cheap little whore ………….knocked up by my husband's boss …………..wanting you to fuck me with your big black cock!"

"Oh, yessssssssssss ………yessssssss …….stroke it …………stroke it ……………slide your cock up this 'knocked up' honky bitch! Yessssssssssssss ………………..ohhhhhh, yesssssssss …………fuck me like a bitch in heat ……………..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God ……………soooo good ……………….so gooddddddddd!" Ellen chanted as she looked ahead in a complete daze.

Had Ellen been concentrating on the people milling about outside, she would have noticed Mike Phelps lighting up a cigarette and approaching their location. Mike was a junior partner, working under Darrin Ryan, wandering about outside as he felt a bit uncomfortable with all the big wigs inside. Coming out for a smoke and to get away for awhile, his ears perked up upon hearing a woman's moans. Edging his way behind a line of trees, he peered into the darkness as his eyes got accustomed to the dim lighting of the area. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing of the always prim and proper Mrs. Ellen Ryan, watching her being fucked royally just a mere fifteen feet from where he stood.

Putting his arms around the sexy beauty, Max Lewis placed his hands on the bulging belly as he thrust up into her tightly gripping cunt. "Oh, you sexy little whore! A beautiful little bitch like you letting a pig like old man Calhoon knock ya up! Oh, baby ………..take that …………ahhh, Goddd ………………look ……..look up and you can see your asshole of a husband standing next to the man who knocked ya up!"

Eyes wide open in disbelief, Mike Phelps witnessed the wild fucking taking place and the mutual climax reached by the two lovers. He couldn't believe he was seeing his boss's wife being fucked out of her mind. "Oh, God …………ohhhhhhh …………….I ……………I'm cummmingggggggg!" he heard the sexy beauty groan through her clenched teeth. With the muscular stranger burying his cock into the shuddering beauty, Mike heard him groan "Ahhhhhh, bitch ………………gonna flood your pregnant belly with my hot nigger cum …………….uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mike had met Darrin's wife several times and always considered her to be real classy, a prim and proper beauty. But how wrong he was as she was no lady, not the way in which she was moaning and humping her sexy white butt back as this black stranger. 'Oh, God ………..I'd sure like to get me a piece of that sexy little bitch! Did I hear right …………….that old man Calhoon's the cause of that bulge in her belly?' he wondered.

Moments later, as the heavy panting ceased, Mike could see the lovely beauty bending down and searching about the grass covered ground. Then he observed the man next to her reach down to pick up something and tossing it aside, right in his direction. His cock gave a twitch when he heard Mrs. Ryan gasp "Nooo ………what …….what did you do? What did you do with my panties? Where did it go? I ………..I must find it!"

Then he heard the gruff male voice say "A slut like you don't need any panties! C'mon, bitch, let's go back inside and be sociable with the other guests!" Then Mike watched the man pull the reluctant and struggling beauty along the path towards the house. Finally able to breathe again, he knelt down on the grass and felt about the ground with his hands. A wide grin broke out on his face as his fingers made contact with a soft silky item. His cock gave a twitch in his pants as he fingered the lacy wisp of clothing. Holding it up to his face, he took a deep breath to inhale the sweet fragrance.

Back in the house, Ellen swallowed deeply as Max Lewis held her elbow and guided her to where her husband and his boss were standing. She felt so depraved, so ashamed to be standing next to her loving husband, pregnant by his evil boss and now another man's cum drooling down her thighs at that very instant. She shivered and blushed with shame when Mr. Calhoon asked "Oh, did you take Mr. Lewis for a nice stroll in the garden?"

A few moments later, Ellen smiled as she greeted the young protégé of her husband, shaking the hand of young Mike Phelps. Shortly, her husband waved at one of his customers nearby and excused himself while Mr. Calhoon and Max Lewis drifted off to meet some other guests, leaving Ellen alone with Darrin's handsome protégé. She breathed a sigh of relief and was just glad to relax, getting to chat with this young man who had always been quite friendly and treated her with the utmost respect.

With takes flowing freely, Ellen and Mike Phelps wandered about the crowd towards the far end of the large room where it was not as busy as the entrance area. Trying to get over what took place earlier in the garden, Ellen downed another glass of champagne. Nearing the restroom, she excused herself for a moment as she was in need desperate need of wiping up the cum that was oozing out of her well stretched cuntlips and beginning to run down her thighs.

Feeling the effects of the champagne, takeing far more than she normally did, Ellen enjoyed the company of this respectful and handsome young man. Then she heard the young man say "You've got to see this neat study room that I found earlier! Come with me so I can show you something that I found!" Walking down the long hallway, Ellen followed the young man and wondered just what he had to show her.

As she entered the study and looked at the nice furnishings, Ellen was unaware that the young man behind her had locked the door for privacy. "What did you find and want to show me, Mike?" she asked as she turned to face her husband's young protégé. Her mouth dropped wide open with a gasp and her heart nearly stopped as she saw the grinning young man twirling a lacy black pair of panties on his index finger. It was her panties twirling about on this young man's finger.

Totally speechless and frozen to the spot, Ellen watched as the young man stopped twirling her panties. Watched as her panties were held in his hand, which then drew the silky black garment up to his face. She watched as the young man inhaled deeply with his nose buried in the crotch of her panties, watched as her silky panties were being rubbed all over the young man's face.

Staring at the leering young man, she couldn't believe what she was hearing "Saw you out in the garden, Mrs. Ryan! Saw how you entertained Mr. Lewis! Did I hear correctly? Is that little bundle of joy, in your precious little tummy, old man Cahloon's?" Tears welled in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks as she pleaded "Please ……………please, Mike ……………..don't tell Darrin! He ……………..he doesn't know the baby isn't his! I …………I'll do anything ……………….but please don't tell Darrin!"

Mike smiled widely, telling the distraught beauty "You're so beautiful, Mrs. Ryan! I certainly wouldn't want to upset Darrin with such news! I guess I could be convinced not to say anything! Maybe a kiss for starters might just convince me, Mrs. Ryan!" As the lovely chestnut haired beauty nervously licked her lips and took a step towards him, he added "I often dreamt of getting a kiss from you, Mrs. Ryan! Getting a kiss from you while you're on your knees and looking up at me!"

Tears flowing down her face, a shudder of horror coursing throughout her body, Ellen took another step forward then slowly dropped to her knees on the plush carpet. Knowing what was expected of her, Ellen reached up to undo the young man's belt and unbuttoned his pants. Slowly pulling down the zipper, her eyes were focused on the throbbing bulge lying beneath the white pair of jockey shorts.

"Ohhhhhh, Mrs. Ryan! Ohhhhh, just like in my dreams! Dressed so elegantly in your black dress and heels, kneeling before me with my cock in your hot sucking mouth! Oh, baby ……………yessssssss! Ahhhhh, you suck like a pro ………………..oh, baby ……..eat me ………………….ahhhhhhhhhh!" Mike Phelps moaned. Wrapping his fingers in her long light brown hair, he began face fucking the woman of his dreams. "Oh, baby ……………look up at me! Ohhhhhh ………………ohhhhhh …………..I want to see the look in your eyes when I cum in your hot sucking mouth! Oh, God ………..yes ……………yeesssss …………eat it ………………..eat it all bitch!"

Tears flowing from her eyes, Ellen swallowed time and time again as the young man's cock in her mouth continued to twitch and spurt its gooey spend. But it was such a plentiful load that some escaped out of the corner of her mouth and dribred down her chin.

When the cock of her husband's young protégé was pulled from her mouth, the hands entwined in her hair pulled her up from the carpet of the study. Then she was suddenly spun around and pushed forward toward a counter. Ellen felt the young man caressing her bulging belly, then pushing her up on the counter. She felt so ashamed as she heard from behind "I don't care if I'm getting sloppy seconds with your tight little cunt, Mrs. Ryan! Ohhhhh, I wish I been the one to get your tummy to bulge like this! Godddd, I'm sliding right up into you sloppy cunt, bitch!"

As the handsome young man's cock slid into her, Ellen's body shivered as pleasure coursed throughout her body. Closing her eyes, she ***ly began to fuck back onto the sturdy young cock, moaning "Oh, Mike …………..ohhhhhhh …………….oh, God ……………..fuck me …………………fuck me! Treat me like the whore I really am!"

The following Thursday, at about 11:45 a.m., Darrin passed his young protégé's office and peered in. He called out "Hey, Mike! My wife should be here any minute now. I've got to drop this report off at the marketing department. If you see my wife come in, can you tell her I'll be back in about ten minutes, then we'll head out for lunch!" "Sure, no problem, Darrin! I'll be happy to entertain your lovely wife till you get back!" came the reply.

With his boss gone, Mike Phelps looked down under his desk and between his legs, moaning "Hear that, Mrs. Ryan? Ten more minutes before your hot liquid lunch is served! Ohhhhh, yes ………..use that hot wet mouth on me …………..ahhhhhhhh! Hope you'll still be hungry when Darrin takes you out to lunch!" Rocking back and forth on his swivel chair, Mike fed his throbbing cock between those sweet succulent lips. Then he added "Oh, baby ……………after you present Darrin with old man Calhoon's little kiddie, I intend to be the next one to puff up that precious little belly of yours!"

End of Story.

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Wendy And The Witchdoctor

"There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window.

Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was no exception. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"It looks like the new neighbor's a black guy."

"Well you can cross twenty thousand dollars off the value of our house then." Stan got up and joined his wife at the window. "Man he's huge, he's probably just a moving man." The man bulged with muscles and had a shaved head. The black giant wasn't working though, three other black men were unloading boxes from a truck.

"You're probably right," she replied watching as the three workers finsihed, they bowed their heads towards the bald giant and left.

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Stan was wrong, the new neighbor was the black man. Stan saw him outside the next day as Stan was flipping burgers on the grill. "Hello," he called.

"Hello," said the black man coming over to the fence.

"Stan Marsh," said Stan shaking hands with the biggest man he had ever seen, watching his own normal-sized hand get swallowed up by the black man's. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever met.

"Mobutu Tanaka, Dr Tanaka."

"Where you from Dr Tanaka?" The man had a strong accent.

"I am from Kenya. I am Masai

"What brings you to the states?"

"I am taking a class at the university on new medical techniques to take home to my people.

"Just one class?"

"Yes, you would call it a refresher, then I will go home."

Stan couldn't help being impressed. This man had bought a house to live in for only three months. He came from money. "Would you like to come in for a burger?" Stan thought Mobutu might be an interesting guy to talk too.

"Would you have Americn hot dog?

"Sure, I can throw some on the grill."

"I have not had American hot dog since college."

"Wendy, bring me out a couple dogs from the fridge," Stan yelled through an open window.

A moment later, Wendy opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto the porch with two hot dogs on a paper plate. Mobutu looked up at the statuesque blonde. "Perfect," he said.

"What?" asked Wendy. She wore an attractive business proffessional outfit, short skirt, heels, and jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle.

"You are magnificent."

"Ah... thank you I guess," she said blushing.

Stan was frowning, but he quickly shrugged it off and took the hot dogs from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she became uncomfortable and returned inside.

"Your wife is tall for a white woman."

"Yes, she's six feet without the heels." Stan took the food off the grill. "Lets go inside, we have some fixins set up on the table and I will get us some takes. Would you like a beer?"

"No, milk or water please."

"Ok...I think we have some milk."

"That will be satisfactory."

Wendy returned, walking downstairs having changed into jeans and a tee shirt. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass as did the tee shirt, stretching tight around her large, full bosom. "Here you go Mobutu," said Stan handing him a glass.

"You will call me Dr Tanaka or your highness."

Both Stan and Wendy were taken aback by his unfriendliness. "You are royalty?" she asked.

"My brother is King, he rules over many Krals."

"And you are the tribe's doctor?" asked Stan.

"I am the tribe's Shaman, what you would call a witchdoctor."

"Aren't you a real doctor?"

"A Shaman is a real doctor, but I know what you say, I also have a PHD. What do you do Wendy?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"Wendy is modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a job, Dr Tanaka." Stan would be damned before he called the arrogant man "your highness."

"Intelligence and beauty."

His gaze and comments were making her uncomfortable again, she tried to change the subject. "You are not what I expected an African to look like."

"What is your meaning?"

"You know skinny, malnourished.

"My family is raised to be superior to the common warrior." Mobutu finished his hot dogs and milk. "I would relieve myself."

"The bathroom is down the hall on the right."

Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy's magnificent body. He looked inside the panties, then looked again. Finally, he saw it, a small curly hair. It was blonde and handn't stood out against the material. The man's was easier, Mobutu immediately found a pubic hair in his swimsuit and he folded both his prizes in a piece of tissue paper, shoving it in his pocket.

Mobutu returned to the living room and saw that Wendy had moved next to Stan and Stan had his arm around her possessively. "Are you in good health?" he asked, Stan started to respond, but the black man added, "just Wendy."

"Yeah, perfect health. I rarely get sick and excercise regularly. My family is long-lived."

"Are they real?" he asked pointing at her breasts.

Wendy's mouth fell open. She recovered and said, "none of your business."

"They are real and all mine," interupted Stan. "I think it's time you left."

"Wendy, you are truly a genetically superior female, you should be with a gentically superior male."

Stan was pissed. "And I suppose that's you?"

"Yes."

"And I suppose you also have a twelve inch penis and can screw for hours like all black men?"

"Actually it is thirteen of your English inches and most black men are like you, pathetic and small, but the royal family of Tanaka has been breeding males superior in size, brains, and the ability to produce semen for hundreds of years. I believe your wife would be the perfect receptical for my semen. She is tall, athletic, brilliant, and physically well endowed."

"Get out of my house Moby."

Dr Tanaka glowered at the insult, that would cost the scrawny white man. "I will give you ten thousand dollars for you wife. That is the only barter I will offer."

"I said get out."

"Very well then." Mobutu turned and strolled back to his house.

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Wendy stretched out cat-like on the cot in her yard. It felt good to lay out in the sun. A drop of sweat ran down her scantily clad breast and ended in her belly button. She closed her eyes, opening them later when a shadow fell across her body. Dr Tanaka was looming over her and she jumped in surprise wandering if she should scream for help. "I have been watching you," he said.

It was a week after the black man had come over to their house and she hadn't seen him since, short of the limo that picked him up for school and brought him back each morning. He was practically naked, weaing only a cheetah print loincloth. His chest was spectacular, as ridged as any body-builder's. Mobutu's skin was as black as coal and glistened with perspiration in the sunlight. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.

"A quarter hour. You are most beautiful." The bikini was designed for maximum tanning. It was small and tight, her breasts strained at the top. The African was getting an eye full. "Have you considered my offer?"

"I'll never cheat on my husband Dr." Wendy decided to try to reamister with the big Masai. "I understand you aren't from here, but you can't just go around propositioning married women."

"Why? I take any woman of the tribe I desire. I have dozens of youngren amongst the krals. The husbands consider it an honor to raise a superior man's mister as his own."

"That's what you don't understand. This isn't Kenya. Now you should leave, my husband will be home soon.

"So? He is a weakling. I give you one last chance." Mobutu untied the side of his loincloth and pulled it asside. It was designed to confine the man's huge genitalia and when freed, the penis fell out not stopping until it nearly reached his knee. "This is what will pleaure your pussy like your husband never can."

"My god," she cried staring at the plump black monster swaying like a giant black banana. She was surprised to see that the man was circumsized, the head was as large as a small apple as were his testicles and it was thicker soft now then her husband's when hard.

"You may suck it."

"Get off my property."

Mobutu looked surprised by her rejection. His penis had even plumped up and risen a little in anticipation of her servicing him. "Remember this cock," he said turning to leave, walking naked, then running to leap over the fence between their yards.

Wendy stood up. "If you ever come back on my property again I will call the police," she yelled. What arrogance, she thought. Just because he had a huge cock...Wendy shivered, she hated that word. Just because he had a big penis, he felt he had the right to do anything. Wendy went inside, no longer comfortable outside in the skimpy bikini. She walked past a mirror and froze, her nipples were hard and prominent. She was ashamed that the situation had aroused her a little.

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Mobutu walked up to the doll house in his living room. Three dolls soaked in glasses filled with dirty liquid. Mama Juju, an old voodoo woman in New Orleans had sent him the necessary materials to mix the concoction. The voodoo woman had great power, but many of her spells involved the use of marijuana and Mobutu saw have use-like holy water- as a weakness. He removed the Barbie doll from it's glass and carefully dried it off. Once dried, he placed a small dollop of glue on the doll's crotch area and stuck the piece of Wendy's pubic hair into it. He repeated the process with the Ken doll and finally the black Ken doll using his own pubic hair.

Mobutu needed to see if the ritual had worked. He placed Barbie on the bed in the doll house, then drew an erect penis on Ken with a black marker, placing Ken on top Barbie in the bed. Mobutu stripped naked so that his skin would blend into the night and swiftly ran next door, leaping the fence and rolling quickly to his feet. Within another minute, he had swiftly climbed an old tree that afforded him a good view of the neighbor's bedroom. The nights were cooler and their window was cracked open.

Wendy was laying under the covers, propped up reading a file folder. "Wow," she said looking up, where'd that come from?"

Stan walked into the room sporting a strong erection, his penis pointing up towards his belly button. "I don't know," he replied, it just sort of grew on me. You up for some? I don't want it to go to waste."

"Hop in, stud." Wendy folded the covers back. They turned the lights off and Mobutu was soon listening to the soft cries of Wendy and the grunts of her husband. Her cries turned to one long moan and soon Stan cried out as he came. "Ooh that was nice," said Wendy. "Hey, you're still hard."

"You know what, I think I can keep going," said Stan and the sounds of lovemaking filtered through the window again.

Mobutu jumped down from the tree and ran back to his house. He stuck his forefinger in his mouth, making sure it was wet before grabbing the Ken doll and smearing away the drawing of the erection. He then quickly returned to the tree in time to here Wendy say, "It's ok honey, it was still great. I haven't had an orgasm like that in years."

"Sorry," said Stan. "I don't know what happened."

Mobutu left the couple alone for a few days. When Saturday rolled around, he knew Stan would leave to play golf and that was when Wendy liked to sun bath. Unfortunately, the day was overcast and Wendy's cot remained empty.

Mobutu stripped the Barbie doll and dressed it in a bikini, he laid the doll down outside the dream house and went upstairs to wait by a window. He stood there frozen like a statue until fifteen minutes later, his sexy neighbor walked outside in her skimpy bikini.

Mobutu grinned and returned downstairs. He took a joint from his wallet and lit it. He hated the stuff, but Mama Juju swore on it for clouding people's judgement. He decided to just fill his mouth up with smoke and not inhale. He blew one mouthful on the doll and pinched the joint to extinguish it. He then removed the dolls top. before returning upstairs to his window.

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Wendy didn't know what she was thinking as she removed her bikini top. She had alway wanted an all around tan, but today it was so cloudy she'd probably have been better off staying inside and doing errands. Still, she had gotten a strong urge to lay out and then to take her top off. She wasn't an exhibitionist either, the skimpy bikini was only for the backyard, she had a modest two piece for wearing in public. She hadn't feared anyone seeing her in this bikini until Dr Tanaka bought the house next door.

Thinking about the black man conjured memories of seeing him nude last week, his huge appendage starting to rise. It was an image forever frozen in her brain. His penis was just something to be admired, she'd never relax with a black man, or any man other then her husband for that matter. She even felt sorry for the black doctor, though he bragged about it, there was no way any woman could have taken his monster coc...penis. Unless, Masai women were built differently?

Now, here she was removing her bikini top when the doctor might be home and able to see her. She hadn't seen much of him since the incident and not at all this day, so she decided to risk it. Strange, but it felt good exposing herself outside. She'd have to consider going topless the next time they were in the Carribean. The white areas normally covered by the bikini stood out against her tan skin.

Wendy laid back and closed her eyes for several minutes, opening them suddenly. She looked down her topless body at the bikini bottom. Why not? Her hand untied the string at her side and she lifted her ass up long enough to pull her panties completely off exposing her trimmed blonde bush to the world.

She closed her eyes again, exposing herself had her thinking about sex, mostly her husband, but her neighbor's penis flashed in her thoughts more then once. Her right nipple grew until it extended it's full three quarters of an inch. She opened her eyes staring at her nipple. It was so hard it ached a little and sweat glistened on it making it look wet. Then her left nipple followed suit and she felt herself becoming aroused.

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Mobutu stood in the window with the nude Barbie in his hand. He quit licking it's nipples and moved to it's crotch. Outside, Wendy began squirming on the cot. The nude woman parted her legs then swiftly closed them. She quickly stood up, grabbed her bikini and ran into the house.

He assumed she would be masturbating. He returnned to the doll house and played around with the Barbie and Ken, putting them in different positions. He bent Barbie's legs and put her face in Ken's laps, put them in the sixtynine position, bent her legs forward so that he could sit her on Ken's crotch, and bent her so that it resemred doggy style. Every now and then he took the Barbie and licked it's breasts and crotch. Finally, he dressed Barbie in just her bikini bottoms and left her in the house.

Stan got home just after dark when it was safe for the black man to sneak back into their yard. Wendy was standing in the kitchen window topless washing dishes and her husband was staring at her in awe with a dumb grin on his face.

Mobutu returned home and grabbed both dolls. When he got back to thier yard, he drew an erection on Ken, though it wasn't necessary, Stan already had an inferior bulge in his pants. Mobutu held Barbie's head in Ken's crotch, and watched.

Wendy turned from the dishes and walked over to her husband. "God, I'm glad your home." She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and carressed his bulge. "I've been so horny all day. I don't know whats come over me." Wendy quickly unzipped her husband and pulled out his dick, happy to see he had another big erection like last week. It looked good enough to eat and for the first time in her life she leaned forward and took him in her mouth. "Holy cuckolds brownie," he said startled. "You haven't done this before."

Wendy was just starting to bob her head over it when Mobutu erased the erection. "What's wrong, don't you like it?' she asked letting his limp penis roll from her mouth.

"No, it felt great. I don't know what happened. It was there and then it was gone." "Lets go upstairs and see if I can get it to come back." Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled her husband upstairs.

Mobutu climbed the tree and watched as she stripped off his clothes and pulled him into bed after turning out the lights. He drew another erection on Ken and heard her coo in delight. A few minutes later, "Yeah baby," moaned Wendy. "Harder, harder, just a lttle more, I'm close baby, real close," and then "Nooo, please not again," as Mobutu smeared out the erection.

Mobutu left the tree and returned home. He drew a limp, shriveled penis on Ken and placed him on the bed in the doll house. He waited until it was late and he assumed the couple next door would be arelax. He took Barbie and licked her breasts and crotch again before laying her in bed beside Ken. He took the black Ken and placed it on top of Barbie.

Wendy woke up with a start, the dream rapidly fading. She couldn't remember it, but it was hot. Stan was in the bathroom. "Honey, come back to bed."

Stan walked back into the room wearing boxers which was odd since he usually walked around nude until dressing. "We can't Wendy, we'll be late for church."

Wendy sighed. "Maybe when we get back then?"

"We'll see."

Wendy was so hot and bothered, she couldn't concentrate on the sermon. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against her bra. She squirmed in her seat hoping the preacher would hurry and finish before her wet pussy soaked through her clothes and stained the pew. She had a strong desire to kneel before her husband and suck on his penis again.

When they got home, Wendy thought she saw the curtains move in Dr Tanaka's house as if he was watching them. She forgot about the black man as she entered their living room when Stan suddenly said, "Hey, you still up for some afternoon fun?"

Wendy looked over at him and saw his pants were tented out. With a squeal of delight, she kneeled at his feet and pulled out his rock hard erection, taking him back in her mouth. Then it was gone, his penis withering into a limp little worm within seconds.

His huge cock was hard in her mouth, pushing into her throat and Wendy loved it. She looked up, but it wasn't Stan who was looking down at her. It was Dr Tanaka. She gasped in horror.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, but you don't have to make such a big deal over it." Stan was shaking her. "Maybe, it's stress. If this keeps up, I'll see a doctor. Trust me Wendy, it's not you, it's me."

"I'm sorry too," she said climbing to her feet. The image of kneeling before the black man wouldn't leave her mind. It stayed with her all day and into her dreams. Her dreams changed though, sometimes she was on all fours as the black man fucked her from behind, sometimes she was riding his mighty cock, and all the while, Stan was lying beside her in the bed with a limp dick seemingly frozen, doing nothing to stop them.

She had these dreams every night, Mobutu completely replaced her husband in her sex fantacies. Worse, several times a day, her nipples would grow and her pussy would get wet. Stan made no sexual moves on her at all and when she glimpsed him naked, his dick was always small and limp.

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On Saturday, Mobutu placed the topless Barbie back on the cot outside the doll house and waited for Wendy to show up. This time she walked out without even bothering to wear the bikini top. He placed a naked black Ken beside her and blew marijuana smoke at the Barbie doll to cloud her judgement.

Mobutu put on the loincloth and walked next door. "May I join you?" he called.

Wendy jumped as he had startled her and held her arms across her breasts. "I don't think that's wise."

"I just want some conversation. I appologize for my behaviour previously. I was just startled by your beauty."

"Well ok then, but let me go get my top."

"Don't bother. Masai women do not cover their breasts. My people are much more comfortable with nudity. I will join you if it helps." Mobutu removed his loin cloth and laid next to her cot in the grass staring up a the sun. He was pleased to see her gaze focusing on his crotch and soon she became comfortable enough to show him her breasts. "This is nice," he said, "to lay here and not worry about cobras and mambas and lions."

"Your home sounds fascinating."

"It is."

She looked at his cock, plump and half-erect. "May I ask you a medical question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you know anything about impotence?"

"Your husband?"

She hesitated. "Yes, he's been acting weird. Occasionaly he will get an erection, but then it's gone and most of the time it doesn't stir." She sobbed a little with frustration.

"Did this start around the time I moved here?"

"Yes, I think so, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Your husband is intimidated by me."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I could be wrong, but I've seen it before. A weak man when confronted by a superior male often becomes impotent. He imagines his woman with the superior male fucking her with his superior cock like the wimp never could."

Ugh, there was that word again. Strangely, cock seemed to apply more to Mobutu's long snake-like penis.

"It has happened to me before, the woman becomes infatuated with me and the husband becomes incapable of interfering."

"I don't think that's the problem," she replied sarcastically, though the fact that she had been dreaming about the doctor scared her.

"I've offended you. I should go." He stood up near her head so that she was looking up the long dangling cock.

"Yes, I think you should." She couldn't take her eyes off his cock and wondered what it would look like fully erect.

Mobutu bowed and walked naked back to his house. He grabbed Barbie and black Ken, taking them to his vantage point upstairs. He held Barbie up to his face and licked her crotch, watching as Wendy jumped on the cot and started squirming. He quit and placed the black doll's head on her crotch and watched.

On the cot, Wendy parted her legs and thrashed her head back and forth. She was staring at his house as if afraid or hoping he would come out. Her hips were thrusting slightly and her hand would wander down to her pussy only to jerk back as she realized what she was doing. Suddenly, her back arched and her mouth opened as she came. Once again, she hurried back inside her house. Mobutu grinned then rubbed his jaw. It was sore as black Ken had power over him also.

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All week Wendy played with herself imagining she was with the black man and dreaming about him at night. She was starting to wonder if she could resist him, the images were becoming so vivid and she was so horny. She hadn't even seen a short erection on her husband this week.

Friday night she awoke in a sweat from a particularily powerful dream. She feared she was drowning and had a funny taste in her mouth. All she could remember of the dream was that it involved sucking off Tanaka. She played with herself while Stan snored beside her wondering if the doctor would come talk to her again when she laid out the next day.

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Mobutu squeezed the last of his sperm out of his cock and looked at the cum splattered Barbie. His balls had stored up a lot since he last had sex and the doll was covered. Tomorrow he thought, she would be ready.

The next day he stripped Barbie and black Ken placing them outside the doll house together. Barbie sat on the cot with her face in the black doll's crotch.

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Wendy walked completely nude out to her cot without giving it a second thought. It wasn't long at all before the black man walked out his back door wearing his loincloth. He didn't even ask to join her, just assuming she'd let him. He jumped over the fence and walked over to her.

"I thought we could talk some more," said Mobutu letting the loincloth fall down so that his cock swayed seductively before her face. The cock she fantasized about constantly, her gaze focused on it and she licked her lips. "I see the way you stare at my superior black cock. Would you like to touch it?"

She wanted to do more then touch it, but she just nodded and reached out one hand to caress his shaft and another to heft his balls. Just touching it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pleasure grew as his cock grew. The monster extended several inches and swelled, rising ponderously until it pointed directly at her mouth as if comanding her to suck it. It truly was over a foot long and as thick as her wrist.

"Isn't it magnificent?" he asked.

"Yes," said Wendy completely enthralled with the huge, dark black cock. "I've never seen anything like it in all my life."

"Now you see why your husband has been feeling inferior."

"Yes, I think I understand. Your cock is twice as big as his penis." Wendy wanted to take him in her mouth, but needed permission since he was royalty. She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head directly on his pee-slit. She kept her lips on it and looked up at him.

"You may service my cock with your mouth if you desire."

Wendy felt a surge of pleasure and she quickly parted her lips taking the head inside her mouth, feeling complete for the first time in weeks. It was as if she belonged here, naked at his feet, slurping on his black scepter of power. Weeks ago, she wouldn't have done this for Stan, now she was willingly sucking on her arrogant black neighbor's thirteen inch cock. It was a shame, Stan's performance had been so disappointing, he would have been good practice for Dr Tanaka's cock.

Wendy took her mouth off the head to lubricate it better. She began with the tip, running her tongue all around the head, then down the shaft. He grabbed the tip and held it up for her, thrusting his balls in her face. She licked those too, amazed at how big they were.

Wendy kissed her way back up to the end and took it in her mouth again. She hadn't even taken a quarter of his cock in her mouth when it pushed into her throat and she gagged. She relaxed her throat and tried a little at a time managing half his cock. She decided to go with that and started rapidly bobbing her head while jerking the rest with both her hands. Despite her enthusiasm, he lasted a long time, almost outlasting her strength.

He came with little warning other then the fact that his cock seemed even bigger now then it had just minutes earlier. His cock seemed to be doing push-ups in her throat, then she realized he was cumming directly into her belly. Horrified at the thought of swallowing sperm, she backed up feeling it pouring down her throat, then it was in her mouth and she could taste it. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever put in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and sperm dribred out the sides of her mouth as she gulped and he still wasn;t done cumming. More rolled around her tongue before sliding down her throat and she jerked his cock off with one hand making sure every drop was in her mouth, but suddenly she screamed in orgasm and lost control getting one last splatter of hot cum across the face.

Confused, Wendy looked down to see what had made her orgasm and saw her free hand frantically rubbing her clit. After cumming, the guilt hit her and she fell back from his still hard cock in horror. "What have I done? Please tell me this was all a dream? My god, Stan..."

"Is a weakling, but I understand. It was a mistake, you could not help yourself. Masai cock is hard to resist. I will not go naked before you anymore, but your cock sucking s*******s were impressive and I will let you service me anytime you desire."

Wendy watched him leave then ran into her house crying. The guilt didn't last long. By the end of the weekend, she knew she both loved and prefered sucking black cock. She wanted to do it again.

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Barbie sat in a chair all weekend staring at a piece of paper with writing on it that said: I want to suck more black cock, I want to eat more cum, I wish I could swallow his entire cock, I love sucking Mobutu's cock, and My husband is a wimp who can never satisfy my need for superior black cock.

Mobutu didn't move the doll until he got back from class on Monday. Then he stripped it and placed it kneeling at black Ken's feet, blowing some marijuana smoke at them just to be on the safe side.

He watched through a window as Wendy got home from work wearing another skirt and jacket. She stared at his house and she walked into her own. His doorbell rang ten minutes later. He opened his door to find a confused looking Wendy standing before him wearing a robe. She looked nervous, like she didn't know quite what to say. "P-please your h-highness, I'd like to suck on your c-cock again."

"Is this wise? I don't want you to do it if your going to regret it again."

"I won't regret it. I have to do it again. I promise I will do better. I only have an hour until Stan is home."

"Then you may." Mobutu walked over to his couch and sat down spreading his legs open. "Remove the robe and crawl to me."

Wendy dropped the robe, she was nude underneath and fell to her knees. She crawled over to him, her mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off again. "May I remove your cock your highness?" she asked when she arrived between his legs.

"You may and I want you to tell me what you think of my cock as you do."

Wendy's hands fumred with the buttons, opening his pants and pulling the zipper down. "I want to suck on your cock so bad. I was afraid I'd never see it again. Oh yes," she said when her hand closed around it and she pulled it out of his pants. "I love your black cock your highness."

"You may proceed then."

Wendy attacked his cock, quickly licking it before taking it back in her mouth. She managed another inch today before he came and she swallowed every drop. Nor did she quit there, she kept him in her mouth clamping her lips around the head and tugging on it until he turned hard again. Wendy had just swallowed his second load when she realized the time and ran home with her robe untied and flapping behind her. She made it inside just before Stan got home. Mobutu watched all this from his window grinning.

He kept the Barbie in the chair staring at the words all week not even bothering to kneel her before the black doll. Wendy came over every day after work and blew him, often swallowing several loads of cum before running home. By the end of the week, her lips were kissing his pubic hair, she had swallowed his entire shaft. "You love it in your mouth so much, imagine how it will feel in your pussy," he said as she ran out the door on Friday night.

Stan never knew why he got nothing but tv dinners and pizza that week, nor why she didn't eat much with him saying she wasn't hungry.

Wendy had a rough night. "Imagine how it will feel in your pussy?" echoed through her brain. She tossed and turned in her relax alternately riding Mobutu's black cock, being crushed beneath his weight, or kneeling before him being fucked doggy style. The dreams moved to every room of her house. She was on the kitchen table, she was bent over the couch, everywhere she was fucking Mobutu.

Wendy actually had an orgasm in her relax just dreaming about it. She awoke towards dawn, breathing heavy, her body completely aroused. Her pussy was soaked with arousal and a little sore. She had dreamed Mobutu had emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.

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Mobutu woke up and showered. He waited for Stan to leave and *******ed time by writing more commands for Barbie to stare at. He finished and cleaned Barbie off. The doll laid on her back with it's legs bent upwards. Mobutu had stabbed a hole in the crotch and masturbated on it again making sure plenty of sperm had poured inside the doll.

He took black Ken and laid it naked on the cot. Then he drew a baby on Barbie's belly and colored it black with the marker before sitting the Barbie astride black Ken.

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Wendy walked out into her yard naked, she no longer even bothered with her bikini. Mobutu was lying naked on her cot sunning himself. She had just been fantacizing about riding his cock in just that position. Could this strange black man read minds? Did he know how bad she wanted to fuck him?

"I hope you don't mind Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought I'd get an early start."

"No, I don't mind."

"You may suck on my cock."

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd let me try it in my pussy. I know it's too big to fit, but I'd like to try."

"I have never met a woman who can't handle my cock, though all are nervous at first. You may both fuck and suck me off. The royal family has been bred to orgasm more then ten times a day. We can fuck all day if it pleases you."

He talked like he had been with hundreds of women, the thought of which would of disgusted her if she wasn't so hot for his cock. "It pleases me," she said dropping between his legs.

Wendy sucked him until his cock was rock hard and glistening. She was reluctant to remove it from her mouth, her belly growling with hunger, but her pussy craved it more. Giving no thought at all to the fact she was unprotected, Wendy stood over his crotch, held his cock up and poised it on her labia, a place untouched by any man, but her husband until now. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself, feeling her labia part around the big cock head and it kept parting, stretching wider then it ever had before. Just when she thought it would rip her apart, the head entered her all the way.

Wendy stayed frozen squatting over the cot letting her body get used to him. She looked at Mobutu's grinning face, then down his muscular chest. She could just see the base of his cock between her breasts. His shaft was glistening as fluid flowed down it, soaking his crotch. Her pussy was lubricating it, making it easier for her. She hadn't know she could get this wet. She circled her hips around his cock head and lowered herself some more.

She felt stuffed full after five inches, the thickness filling her as much as her husband's entire, much skinnier penis. Her pussy was gripping his shaft tightly, spasming occassionaly as it continued to get wet. She was breathing heavy when she hit the half-way mark, the pee-slit just teasing areas deep in her and previously untouched. It was starting to feel good, real good.

Wendy needed to cum and started flexing her legs, raising and lowering herself along his cock, taking a little more as she got used to it. The orgasm came quickly and was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The one her husband had given her weeks ago was like comparing a firecracker to a stick of dynamite. "OH YESSS," she screamed loud enough her other neighbors might have heard her. The orgasm almost made her pass out, it curled her toes and made her legs go weak, so weak they couldn't hold her up anymore. She collapsed, impaling herself on the rest of Mobutu's cock. The shock she felt from all the pleasure and pain it gave her did make her pass out.

When she recovered the pain was gone. Mobutu was kissing her lips. She had collapsed forwards, her breasts mashing against his muscled chest. Her pussy had contoured itself around his entire cock. She could feel every ridge, vein, and bump. A thick vein ran the length of his shaft and it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Each pulse sent a spasm of pleasure throughout her body. Her heart was racing and she was filled with a sense of joy. This was were she belonged.

Mobutu cupped her ass with his strong hands and lifted her a little, begining to buck his hips while kissing her. Wendy arched her back as she came again. She took over riding him to orgasm after orgasm. They grew stronger when he leaned up and took one of her thick nipples between his lips.

Wendy rode him until her leg muscles got sore. "Do you realize what a great honor you are about to recieve," the black man asked grunting occassionally.

"I do," she said and the hose in her pussy exploded. His cum was so strong, she felt it would throw her off him like she was sitting on a geyser. Her mind was exagerating of course, but it still felt powerful. Wendy came with each wad that shot out of his cock and she collapsed again.

She came to her senses lying in the grass on her back. Mobutu was still lying on the cot. His cum crusted cock rested across his thigh, soft, but still long and plump. "That was incredible," she said staring up a him with a look of worship on her face.

"Come clean my cock off," said Mobutu. Wendy crawled to him and took his dirty cock in her mouth, it quickly turned hard again and she deep throated him until he filled her belly with his hot sperm.

He didnt cum ten times like he had bragged, but they fucked three more times after she blew him. By the time she went inside before Stan got home, her knees were grass stained and grass stuck in her sperm covered body.

Wendy wanted him again on Sunday, but there was no opportunity. By Monday, she was so cock-crazy, she left work early and was waiting on Dr Tanaka's steps when he got back from class. Wendy fucked him in his bed for as long as she dared before Stan got home. She was starting to resent her husband. He was keeping her from Mobutu's cock.

Wednesday night, Wendy woke up from another powerful dream. She was covered in sweat and now she craved his cock in her ass. Her butt-hole even stung a little and she was so sweaty, it felt like she had cum in her ass. What was happening to her? First she had sucked him off, then commited adultery, now she wanted him to sodomize her. Wendy played with herself before going back to relax. This time she used her free hand to stick a finger in her ass.

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Mobutu made sure plenty of his sperm ran into the new hole he had poked in the doll's ass. He then sat the doll back down in the chair staring at the paper with the following commands:

I am a slut for black cock. My body belongs to Mobutu, he is my master. He can put his cock anywhere. It pleases me to serve him.

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The pain made Wendy happy. Some of the tissue in her ass had ripped, but it meant she was one step closer to getting her ass fucked. Mobutu grunted and pushed the entire head in stretching her anus out even more. "D-don't waste time your highness," she groaned. "Push it in, I can take it."

Mobutu pulled back and thrust forward. She took about eight inches before it wedged. Wendy screamed, bucking, trying to get away from his spear, tears rolling down her eyes as Mobutu kept a firm grip on her waist.

She calmed down after a few minutes, but still sobbed. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"No master, I want you to fuck my ass." Wendy didn't know where "master" had come from, but it was appropriate. Mobutu started to move, starting slow, but picking up pace. "Fuck me master, fuck my ass. Give me that black cock." Wendy continued to babble the whole time he fucked her. Towards the end, it actually started to feel good and she looked forward to when her ass was permanately stretched out to accomodate him. His cum was like a soothing balm coating her sore insides as it swelled up to fill the vacuum left by his deflating cock.

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"Greetings Stan, I thought I would pay a neighborly visit."

"That's Mr Marsh, your highness," said Stan sarcastically.

"Of course, Mr Marsh," said Mobutu stepping inside."

Wendy walked into the room and Stan was confused by the way his wife's face lit up when she saw the arrogant black man. "Dr Tanaka, what a pleasant surprise."

"Is there something going on here, that I don't know about?"

"I have come again to offer you ten thousand dollars in exchange for your wife."

"That's it ass-hole get the fuck out of my house," screamed Stan.

"Honey," interupted Wendy. "I suggest you accept Dr Tanaka's generous offer."

"Huh?"

"Yes, Mr Marsh. My offer is generous. That kind of money is worth a lot of cattle to the Masai. I have fucked your wife all week. She is no longer happy with your pathetic white man's penis. She is hooked on black cock."

Stan felt weak and the color drained from his face. Wendy hadn't contradicted the black man. "H-honey, is this true?"

"Yes, Stan. I have sucked, fucked, and taken his superior black cock up my ass. You will never satisfy me now. I'm hooked on his giant black cock, it's all I think about now."

"Think about it Mr Marsh. I need to go home and make a quick call. When I come back, I am going to fuck your wife in your marital bed."

This was all too much for Stan, his legs gave out and he fell to the floor with shock. Wendy ran upstairs and he followed. She was actually primping herself. She put on some make-up and brushed her hair before stripping and lying on the bed. He heard Mobutu slam the door as he returned.

"Wendy, I don't want you to do this."

"I have to Stan, it's what I was born to do."

"If you love me, you'll end this now."

Wendy just smiled sympathetically at him and sat up on the bed as Mobutu entered the bedroom. She thrust her breasts out prominately as if posing for the black man. Mobutu was already half-naked, like he had started stripping climbing the stairs. Stan's wife reached up, pulling open his already unbuttoned pants. "Wendy stop," he yelled at her then, "dear god." Wendy was holding what looked like a black python in her hand. The black man's cock was huge, he hadn't been lying when he said it was thirteen inches.

Stan had been harboring ***ous thoughts in his mind. There was a loaded gun in his dresser. He seriously considered getting it and putting a bullet into both of them, but he wasn't really a violent man. Instead, as Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man's cock, Stan's dick got hard.

His penis became uncomfortable and he was powerd to remove it, then touch it, soon he was stroking it as he watched his lovely wife deep throat the black man's impossibly large cock.

Later, Stan swore his wife jerked her head back from the power of the black man's orgasm. Sperm poured out of her mouth as Mobutu's large load overflowed it. Stan started sobbing as he looked away, finding himself looking at his own cum drying and flaking on his abdomen. His orgasm was pathetic compared to the one the black man had just emptied into Wendy's mouth. "Look master, my husband has his little worm in his hand."

The black man just grinned at Stan and moved between Wendy's legs. Soon Wendy was screaming with pleasure and speaking profanity as Mobutu pounded her pussy with his cock. Stan's own dick had never gone down and he found himself stroking it again, cumming long before the black man. Mobutu was kneeling between Wendy's legs with her legs in his arms. The position provided Stan with a disgusting view of the black cock pistoning in and out of Wendy's pussy.

Stan came a few more times, his penis never deflating. He watched sperm pour out of Wendy's pussy. He watched Mobutu order her on all fours before the black Masai fucked her for a while doggy style, then pushed his cock into her ass. Stan couldn't help noticing the ease in which she recieved it.

Mobutu finally left early in the morning leaving Stan staring at his wife's prone form. Stan went over to the dresser and was reaching for his gun when his legs suddenly turned weak and his erection finally disappeared. He walked on his knees and placed his face in Wendy's sperm soaked pussy. He began eating her with gusto.

For the next two weeks, Stan slept on the couch while Mobutu took over his marital bed. When the black man left in the morning, Stan would crawl between his wife's legs and suck Mobutu's sperm out of her pussy. He lied to himself thinking he was doing this to keep her from getting pregnant, but knowing billions of sperm were assaulting her womb every day. Secretly he enjoyed doing it.

The last time he ate her out, she jumped up with a start and ran to the bathroom throwing up. She immediately called Mobutu and ran next door.

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Mobutu escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was beaming and constantly running her hand across her belly. This was what she wanted, not to be a lawyer, but to have dozens of black babies. "Where are we going?" she asked as they got in the limo.

"To the airport," Mobutu said to the Kenyan driver. "Call and have the jet readied."

Many black Africans helped Wendy aboard the jet, smiling at her. Mobutu turned to the limo driver and said something strange, "I need you to go to my house and burn what you find in the den. Do you understand?"

The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later the lear jet took off into the sky bound for Africa.

Unfortunatly, the driver decided to stop for lunch before carrying out Mobutu's orders.

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Mobutu in his haste to get to the clinic had bumped into the dollhouse and knocked white Ken from it's spot between Barbie's legs. Stan's ***ous thoughts returned as soon as he saw the limo pull out of Dr Tanaka's driveway. Stan was no dummy, he knew his wife was probably pregnant. He grabbed his gun and walked over to Mubutu's house. He planned to wait for the limo to return and then shoot the couple as they entered the house. He broke the glass on the sliding door and walked into the house. Hie eyes falling on the dollhouse as he passed through the den.

Stan couldn't believe his eyes. The Ken doll laying on the floor, the slutty sayings written on paper in the rooms, the black Ken lying nearby. The sperm-crusted Barbie lying on the bed with holes poked in her crotch and ass. Stan was a skeptic, barely believing in god, only going to church for Wendy, but this looked for the world like a set of voodoo dolls.

He picked up Ken and examined it, seeing the little hair stuck in glue on the dolls crotch. He pulled it off, and immediately felt a strange since of relief come over him. He picked up Barbie, noticing she had the glued hair also as well as a black baby drawn on her belly. He ripped her hair out too.

Stan picked up the black Ken. He was reaching for the hair when instead his hand moved up to the doll's head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor.

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It was ruled a freak accident. Guards burst into the private room when the girl screamed. She was kneeling beside Prince Mobutu's prone form. His cock was hard and glistened with her saliva. However, the shaman's head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing. The jet made an emergency landing in the Canary Islands.

Wendy was given the death penalty in Kenya for being alone with Mobutu when he fell and broke his neck, but King Usawe stayed the execution and took the white woman as one of his wives. Mobutu's mister was given to the tribe to raise as it's new shaman. Wendy bore Usawe many youngren as she and the King's five other wives tried to keep his carnal needs satisfied. She still lives in Kenya.

THE END

Mon maître black


Allongée sur le canapé du salon, je révassais les yeux fermés ; certaines images mistert restées gravées dans ma mémoire, comme un film longtemps attendu... La scène de la première fellation me fait frismisterner et je ne peux résister au besoin d'aller chercher un autre gode noir, dans la salle de bains ; au passage, j'en profite pour admirer dans le miroir le visage de cette femme épanouie et heureuse parce qu'elle a fait jouir un homme. La jambe gauche posée sur la baignoire, je m'enfile ce sexe artificiel, surprise q'il puisse entrer aussi facilement malgré la grosseur et la longueur de l'engin !!! Je suis sur le point de me laisser aller au plaisir lorsque le téléphone misterne : je refuse de répondre mais l'insistance m'oblige à décrocher, dans un halétement que n'importe quelle permisterne attentive peut déceler même si je peux prétendre que j'ai couru pour prendre la communication...

- Oui, bonjour ! Silence au bout du fil... - Oui, bonjour ; je vous écoute ! - Alors, petite salope blanche, contente de ta première nuit d\'esclave ??? Le rouge me monte aux joues, je bafouille : - Ouin Maître, merci pour tout... Je voulais vous di... Il me coupe vulgarement et mister ton devient plus autoritaire : - ta gueule, connasse ; je suis certain que tu dois déjà être en train de te goder : avoue, pouffiasse, avoue !!! A-t'il envie de faire l\'amour par téléphone ??? après tout, l'idée me séduit : - oui, Maître !!! Encore une fois, vous avez raimister... Je suis assise dessus et je pense humblement à Vous, à votre sexe, à la façon dont vous m'avez traitée...

Il éclate de rire : - eh bien, ça tombe bien parce que je suis en bas de chez toi !!! Alors, tu vas me donner le code d'entrée et ton étage. Laisse la porte entr'ouverte et, le temps que je prenne l'ascenceur, change-toi, mets-toi une nuisette et attends-moi dans ton lit !!! Ah, j'oubliais : garde le gode... Docilement, je lui donne les renseignements demandés et, après m'être changée, je me couche vêtue d'un déshabillé rouge des plus sexys ! J'ai beau me dire que je suis folle de me comporter de la sorte mais, en même temps, je suis profondêment ravie qu'un homme me prenne en mains !!! Je venais à peine de poser un CD de musique classique dans le lecteur qu'il est apparu dans l'encoignure de la porte : mister regard est profond, sa chemise ouverte jusqu'au torse ; il portait des santiags, un jean moulant avec un gros ceinturon et, autour du cou, la laisse qui avait servie à mon initiation. Il me fixe, s'approche de moi et me cingle les fesses avec la lanière en cuir torsadé : - je t'avais dit de te coucher... J'ai horreur que l'on me désobéisse... Tête basse et penaude, je me réfugie entre les draps pendant qu'il se déshabille : le salaud, il prend mister temps avant de me rejoindre !!! Aussitôt, il me tourne sur le côté et empoigne immédiatement le gode et le ressort : - eh ben, ma salope, gourmande en plus !!! Il me claque les fesses et retrousse le déhabillé :

- quel bon cul de pouffiasse !!! Il faudra bien le rôder pour en faire un vraie garage à bites noires !!! Dis-le, chuchote-le, hurle-le que tu veux cette vie de femelle !!! Allez, fais ce que te demande ton Maître... Et, sans la moindre préparation, il me l\'enfonce au maximum : - Oh oui, Maître !!! Je suis prête à vivre cette vie d'esclave sexuelle, de me soumettre à un Black autoritaire et vicieux, qui me traitera comme la vraie femelle blanche soumise que je suis... C'est trop bon de donner ma chatte de travesti à un vrai Homme comme vous !!! il se surélève sur les coussins et, m'attrapant par le cou, il frotte mister bas-ventre sur mon visage : - je sais que tu es déjà accro à la bite noire !!! enlève mon slip avec les dents...

Son odeur m'ennivre, je suis comme une petite chienne en chaleur, en demande et en manque ; finalement, j'arrive à baisser mister slip et, lui, se positionne derrière moi : je palpite, j'ai peur mais je me laisse faire... Il positionne mister gland contre l'entrée de ma chatte et, dans un coup de reins puissant, il s'enfonce en moi :

- Voila, tu es une véritable femelle, à présent !!!

ces simples mots chuchotés à mon oreille rémisternaient comme un compliment, comme la certitude d'avoir choisi le bon chemin. Chaque coup de reins me remplit d'adrénaline et, cambrée comme je ne l'ai jamais été, je m'offre à lui sans pudeur ni retenue. Maîre Djolé me tient si fort par les hanches que je me colle encore plus à lui, quitte à ce qu'il me déchire et me fasse mal ! Se couilles claquent contre mes fesses et la puissance de sa pénétration me rend encore plus docile, encore plus soumise, d'autant que ses genoux m'écartent encore plus les jambes :
- dis-le que tu aimes le zob noir, que tu aimes la queue africaine : dis-le, pouffiasse !!! La réponse sort de ma bouche sans que je ne me contrôle :
- ouiiiii, c'est bon !!! Encooore, encoooore !!! J'imagine cette grosse queue sombre dans ma chatte de travestir et je manque défaillir ! C'est alors qu'il glisse ses mains dans mes soutien-gorge et me martyrise les bouts :
- je vais t'apprendre, moi, à jouir des tétons... Mais, gare à toi si tu bandes : compris, petite pute ? Et dire que je n'y pensais même plus... Et il me les triture, les pince, les étire pendant qu'il me pilonne avec violence. Il en profite, de temps en temps, pour faire claquer les bretelles de mon soutien-gorge sur les épaules ou les attaches de mon porte-jarretelles sur les cuisses ; à bout de tout, je me sens envahie par une onde chaleur qui me remplit le bas-ventre et il s'en rend de suite compte :
- ça te fait bander, petite lopette ? OK, à croire que tu as envie de dérouiller... Ces mots m'excitent tellement que j'éjacule dans des soubresauts significatifs, ce que ne manque pas de remarquer Maître Djolé. Alors, sadiquement, il se retire et passe mister énorme sexe le long de ma raie culière : je palpite, je veux m'ouvrir pour l'accueillir mais il se refuse à me posséder :
- s'il vous plait, Maître, encoooore, encore !!! Au lieu de cela, il me repousse, se met debout et me commande de le rejoindre entre ses jambes, à 4 pattes :
- viens sucer, petite chienne, viens sucer !!! Dans la position indiquée, j'obéis à mister ordre et je réalise à quel point j'aime être prise en mains de la sorte. Vaincue mais fière de moi, j'ouvre ma bouche vers ce membre qui a fait de moi une femelle soumise et docile. La grande glace de mon armoire me revoit l'image obcène mais si significative d'une bourgeoise blonde en nuisette et dessous sexys subissant la loi de mister Maître noir !!! Sa main derrière ma nuque rythme mes succions jusqu'au moment où il explose en moi :
- Avale mon jus de couilles, putasse, avale !!!

Par saccades, mister sperme s'écrase au fond de mon palais : c'est un nectar divin que j'ingurgite sans réflexion. Il s'es totalement vidé en moi et il essuie les dernières fines gouttes dans ma perruque blonde... Il retourne s'allonger sur mon lit et me tend le gode pour que je me l'enfonce devant lui ; je m'éxécute et quand le sexe artificiel est bien calé en moi, il me dit :

- bonniche, viens chercher à boire à ton Maître...

Cette idée le séduit, et je le remarque à sa rigidité encore plus importante, d'autant qu'il me pince les tétons de plus en plus fortement :
- Alors, comme ça, tu veux que je te maque, poufffiasse ??? Mais, tu rapporterais bien plus si tu avais des lolos ! Alors, bientôt, tu iras voir le marabout et il te donnera quelque chose pour faire pousser tes nichons ! Tu feras tout ce qu'il te demande : compris ? Et demain, quand tu viendras, il y aura 3 copains : d'abord, on te défoncera un max et, ensuite, on te sortira quelque part... Je vais te faire connaitre la vie nocturne des squatts ou des foyers Sonacotra...

Tu vas adorer, grosse chiennasse !!! Cette insulte me flatte : - Tu veux être mon mac, c'est vrai ??? Alors, oui, je veux être une pute, une pute à noirs... TA PUTAIN !!! Pour moi, obéir et faire jouir les hommes, c'est ça, être femme ! Enfin, je vais réaliser un de mes nombreux fantasmes : me faire baiser par un noir et en sucer un autre, en même temps !!! Une grosse queue noire dans la bouche pendant que je me fais défoncer : oh oui ! - Oh oui !!! Je veux être ta putain : exhibe-moi devant eux, tronche-moi devant eux ! Maintenant, j'adore sucer et servir de vide-couilles pour toi et tes potes blacks !!!

Et puis, d'autres blacks autour de nous, pour bien se foutre de ma gueule, surtout un ou deux jeunes, bien racailles... Fais-moi baiser par qui tu veux, où tu veux, quand tu veux ; prends et offre mon beau petit cul de nana à qui tu veux : c'est toi le Maître... Et si tu veux que je prenne bien mon pied, montre-toi arrogant, dominateur et méprisant : demande-leur de me gicler sur la tronche, de me couvrir de foutre et, promène-moi devant eux à 4 pattes au bout d'une laisse avec un gros gode dans le cul, fais-moi tirer à la chaine ! Insulte-moi devant eux : tu sais que j'adore ça ! Et puis aussi, écris plein de saloperies sur mon corps... Traite-moi mal, rabaisse-moi : montre-leur que les femelles blanches de mon genre ont besoin d'être humiliées et dominées durement...

Ma copine Sonia, elle aussi, elle n'attend que ça... Et, c'est vrai que seuls les noirs savent nous humilier et nous dominer durement... Plus je suis humiliée, rabaissée et dominée par un black et plus, j'en veux ! Regarde : depuis que je suis à toi, je ne vais plus du tout me faire bronzer pour que ma peau soit toujours bien blanche et que le contraste des couleurs m'excite encore plus... Défonce-moi, casse-moi bien le cul, salaud : viens, j'aime ça : blackise-moi à outrance ! Oui, oblige-moi à avoir des nichons pour que je sois encore plus femelle... Oh oui ! j'imagine me faire troncher avec mes seins qui ballotent : oh oui !!! Demande-moi d'aller me faire tatouer ton prénom et je le ferai ! Et, sortir à ton bras, habillée court et sexy, avec un chemisier transparent et sans soutien-gorge, avec les tétons bien durs... Rends-moi encore plus accro à ta grosse bite noire... Continue à être le macho que j'ai toujours rêvé de rencontrer : oh oui, comme c'est bon d'être baisée par un noir ! Il me fallait un vrai Maître pour que je devienne une vraie femelle toujours en manque de queues et tu as eu mille fois raimister de dresser comme tu l'as fait la pétasse que je suis... Tu as raimister de me traiter comme une pute : c'est ce que je recherchais secrêtement depuis longtemps ! Oui, c'est vrai, j'ai envie de connaître ça : le tapin, le trottoir, l'abattage ! Et, le jour où j'aurai des seins, je ferai ce que tu as exigé !

Je vois sur mister visage un sourire de contentement en même temps qu'il pose ses mains sur ma poitrine : en effet, dès que mon soutien-gorge Bonnet B sera bien plein, il m'organisera uns soirée "blacks à vider" où je serai présentée à chacun d'entre eux avec un panneau autour du cou "Pétasse blanche à dresser" et, pour le final, l'apothéose : l'accouplement en public avec un chien, un Dobermann !!! -J'y pense souvent, tu sais : il me tarde de t'offrir ce cadeau...

Et souvent, je me demande combien de frères tu vas inviter : plus de 15 ??? Il me lime avec tant de power que j'en ai le souffle coupé : - Il y aura le compte, cois-moi et, tu seras tellement pleine de sperme que le chien n'aura aucun mal à te pénétrer... Je l'imagine déjà, ses pattes sur tes épaules en train de grogner dans ton cou : et là, tu deviendras vraiment ma chienne !!!
- De façons, depuis le temps que tu me prends pour une chienne et comme une chienne, c'est normal que j'y passe, non ??? Il prend ma main et la fait passer sous mon corps pour que je lui touche les couilles :
- Ouiiiiii, j'aime ta bite ; j'en suis dingue... Toute la journée, je ne pense qu'à ça !!! Merci pour l'honneur que tu me fais d'avoir droit à ton gros sboub noir ! Je veux être un super canon avec de gros nibards pour que tu sois fier de sortir avec moi et bien faire chier tous les blancs qu'on croisera ! Alors, il me claque le cul si vigoureusement que j'en tressaute :
- Et puis quoi, aussi ???
- Je dois dire MERCI MAITRE quand tu me pisses dessus et quand tu me craches un mollard au fond de la gorge... Et je dois l'avaler, comme s'il s'agissait d'une giclée de sperme, en te regardant doit dans les yeux... Et c'est vrai qu'il m'a fait découvrir le plaisir et la jouissance d'être humiliée de la sorte ! Car, au plus profond de moi, j'ai honte : mais c'est aussi ce qui m'excite le plus... Il en est de même quand il m'emmène à la salle de bain : ne portant que mes dessous sexys, je prends alors sa queue à pleines mains et je dois donc diriger mister jet d'urine sur mon visage et dans ma bouche ! Et il me balance de grandes claques dans la tronche quand je n'en avale pas assez !

Pendant tout ce temps, il me pourrit d'insultes, me promettant même qu'un jour, ce sera un chien qui me pissera dessus !!! L'excitation monte des deux côtés : il me parle d'un bordel d'abattage qu'il connait à la rue Myrrha et que je ne vais pas tarder à aller y faire un stage ou, alors, qu'il connait un proxénète à Dakar et qu'il va bientôt m'envoyer dans la capitale sénégalaise... Ou, alors, qu'au prochain passage de la benne à poubelles, il m'enverra dans le local à ordures et qu'il m'offrira aux deux éboueurs maliens chargés de cette tâche ! Il sait bien que je suis demandeuse de ce genre de situation et que j'attends avec impatience l'instant où je les vivrai, parce qu'il me les imposera...
- Tu veux toujours être ma pute !
- Ouiiiiiii !!! Je lui embrasse une main posée sur mon épaule, en signe d'allégeance, tout en lui pelotant les couilles par dessous ; il en profite, alors, pour changer de position. Se retirant, il va sur le fauteuil, la queue bien raide :
- allez, viens t'empaler, pétasse ! Je suis tellement ouverte que je n'ai aucune difficulté à m'asseoir sur lui : je suis si bien remplie que je me laisse aller, l'enlaçant par le cou ! Et, c'est vrai que pour avoir sa queue en moi, je suis prête à tout, prête à tout accepter et il le sait fort bien... Pendant que je monte et que je descends sur mister magnifique pieu, il en profite alors pour enfoncer sa langue rose dans ma bouche, puis il me lèche l'oreille avant de me chuchoter quelque chose que j'attends depuis longtemps...

Merci

Sa vieille bite me fait bien jouir...


Mon oncle Robert est un sacré vicieux... Étant plus jeune, je suis un jour tombée par accident sur ma tante Josette et lui en train de baiser.
Ils ne m ont pas vus heureusement mais le souvenir de mon oncle limer avec vigueur ma grosse salope de tante m a toujours fait jouir quand je me touchais la chatte..
Maintenant mon oncle est plus âgé, il a 67 ans et moi 24. Mais il garde toujours cet aspect pervert qui me fait toujours autant mouiller.
Il y a quelques semaines, je suis allée passer quelques jours en vacances dans leur caravane près de la plage. Ils ont un grand terrain privé et leur caravane est située sous des arbres au bord d'une rivière.
Ma tante était partie pour l'après midi rendre visite a mister amie et je pensais que mon oncle serait a jardiner toute l'après-midi.
Du coup, je suis allée dans ma chambre, dans leur caravane et j'ai commencé a fantasmer sur Robert qui s'excitait sur les gros seins de ma salope de tante. J'ai jouie assez fort me pensant seule. Mais quand je suis sortie de ma chambre avec juste une culotte et un t shirt comme habit, j'étais honteuse de voir mon oncle assis a la table, avec un sourire coquin.
-alors t as bien jouie? Je ne te savais pas aussi cochonne..
-mais tonton, euh non, ..
-allez ne mens pas, tu aimes ça hein? J'ai tout entendu!
Puis un silence , je rougis alors qu'il me lorgne
- tu es très jolie et bien gaulée surtout, avec de très gros nichons! Je parie que tu rends les hommes fous d'envie! Viens me les montrer!
-tonton, non on ne peut pas...
-t as pas envie d'une bonne baise par cette chaleur peut être? Je parie que t es toute mouillée! Approche que tonton voit..
Je me lache, ce vieux cochon m excite et puis tant pis pour le reste, ça en vaut bien la peine .
Je m approche de mon oncle, un peu timide. Il est chaud, je le vois bien. Il me caresse les jambes et passe un doigt sous ma culotte.
-oh putain tu es toute mouillée ma salope!
J'adore me faire baiser par de vrais perverts alors l'entendre me parler si crûment m excite de plus bel!
-t aimes ça hein ma ptite cochonne? Maintenant souleve ton t shirt et fais moi voir tes gros nichons! Je peux te le dire maintenant ils m ont toujours fait bien bander! Allez montre les moi! Wahoo! Ils mistert vraiment énormes!
Mon oncle commencé alors a jouer avec ma chatte de plus en plus vite. Je me detends..
-oh oui tonton, oh c'est booon! Oui, met ton doigt dans ma chatte! Oh oh oh oui!! Ooouuii! T es un vrai cochon!
-mmmm ptite salope! J'en reviens pas que je vais enfin pouvoir te baiser!
-oh oui tonton, j'en ai trop envie de ta queue dans ma chatte!
Mon oncle commence alors a me malexer les nichons avec fermeté!
-putain t en as vraiment de grosses mammelles! Tu me fais trop bander, viens prendre ta sucrerie maintenant.
D'une main, il sort sa bite bien grosse et bien dure de mister short et de l'autre me titille le tèton.
-agenouille toi cochonne, suce, suce moi comme une pute... Oh oh oui vas y ! Mmmmm vas y encore! Encore ! Oh t es bonne! Suce salope! Mmmm mmmm t aimes vraiment la bite toi hein!
Oui c'est vrai, j'aime la bite, surtout celle d'un vieux, ça m excite!! Mon oncle ressemble vraiment a un pervert avec mister oeil coquin et sa bedaine. J'aime me faire baiser par de sales vicieux!
-viens dans la chambre maintenant petite traînée, je vais te prendre! Allonge toi sur le lit, écartes bien tes jambes et laisse moi voir ta chatte.
Je m allonge, enlève ma culotte et écartes les cuisses au maximum.
-tonton, non j'ai honte
-mais tu en as envie je parie! Ta chatte est trempée! Dis le si tu veux ma queue ou pas..
-oui tonton je la veux, c'est mal mais tu me fais tellement mouiller! Je veux que tu m enfonces ta queue dans ma chatte et que tu me ramones a fond!
-salope! Tu vas en prendre!
Robert me fouette les lèvres du vagin avec sa grosse queue. Putain, c'est vraiment un sacré baiseur. Et il me l'introduit d'un coup tout au fond du vagin!
-oh oh tonton! Oh elle est grosse! Oh oh oui vas y lime moi!
-prends ça salope! Ah! Ah! T es bonne, t es bonne!
-Robert! Oui! Oui!
Il me saute avec une telle vigueur, je commence a crier de plaisir. Je l'entends râler comme un mâle! C'est trop bon!
-tourne toi maintenant cochonne, je veux sentir ma bite au fond de ton ptit trou du cul!
-oh oui tonton! Oh oui je la veux dans mon cul ta grosse queue de sale pervert! Perce moi! Dilate moi a fond!
Il commence par lecher mister doigt et me l'enfonce dans mon petit trou, puis 2 doigts.
-oh c'est trop bon ça!
-attends que je t encules avec ma trique! Tu vas aimer!
Je sens sa grosse queue tenter de powerr mon trou. Il la pousse a plusieurs reprises et lentement. Tout d'un coup, sa queue est dans mon cul, il l'a enfoncée jusqu au bout!
-ah! Ah tonton! Tonton!
-mmmm c'est bon ma grosse vache!
Il commence a me pilonner sans pitié et je crie de plaisir comme jamais. Je l'entends jouir et ca m excite trop!
-putain tes grosses mammelles se ballottent a fond! ah! Ah! Ton cul est si étroit! Ta tante n'est plus aussi bonne a enculer! Je lui ai tellement mis!
-tonton oh j'aime quand tu me baises comme une putain!
-ah! Prends ça jeune pétasse!
-oh oh ouiii! Je jouis avec ta queue dans mon cul gros pervert! Vas y cochon! Plus fort!
-espèce de salope! Ah ah ouiii!
Je le sens qui lâche mister sperme au fond de mon cul. C'est bon, c'est chaud!
-oh oh tonton c'était trop bon!
-tu cries toujours aussi fort quand tu te fais baiser?
-oui! Le sexe en silence, c'est nul!
-t as raimister, ça me donne envie de te prendre encore des que je le pourrai!
-oh putain oui tonton, t es un sacré cochon! J'aime ça!

Une pute bcbg


Bénédicte De Saint-Preux, assise à l'arrière de sa Mercedes, était occupé à rédiger la liste des invités pour le repas qu'elle doit organiser à la demande de mister mari. Elle était concentrée, prenant grand soin à n'oublier permisterne. Il ne fallait pas commettre d'impair. Au volant de la Mercedes, Charles, le chauffeur de Monsieur, demanda à Madame si elle comptait effectuer des achats ou si elle souhaitait rentrer directement.
Elle leva les yeux, scrutant la nuque sombre de mister chauffeur. venant de la Martinique, Charles était très stylé mais aussi très impressionnant. Très grand, une carrure d'athlète.Bénédicte, un peu honteuse, c'est toujours demandé si la célèbre rumeur sur les blacks et la taille de leurs sexes est authentique.Elle y pense souvent quand elle est seule dans la Mercedes avec lui.
- Non, Charles, nous rentrons.
Charles accéléra, traversant le centre-ville, se dirigeant vers la demeure des Saint-Preux. Une grande bâtisse, un manoir qui se transmet de génération en génération, et qui se situait juste à la sortie de cette ville huppée, très collet monté, de la région parisienne.
Lui aussi se pose des questions.Il se demande si la rumeur qui prétend que les bourgeoises mistert toutes des salopes en puissance et qui ne demande qu'a être un peu « forcée » pour devenir des vraies chiennes en chaleur est authentique ou n'est ce qu'un fantasme ? Il jeta un coup d'oil dans le rétroviseur, observant à la dérobée sa patronne. Elle était encore pas mal pour mister âge.Bénédicte, qui flirtait avec la cinquantaine, avait encore de beau reste. Il lorgna sur les jambes de sa patronne, croisées très haut. La jupe du tailleur Yves Saint Laurent de Madame était remontée, dévoilant au regard du chauffeur ses cuisses charnues gainées de nylons noirs. Il se demanda si elle mettait des collants ou des bas. Il sentit mister sexe durcir dans mister pantalon.


A l'arrière du véhicule, Bénédicte sent les battements de mister cour qui s'accélère.Elle a surpris le regard de mister chauffeur posés sur ses jambes.Elle s'est senti rougir et se demande qu'elle attitude adoptée. Doit-elle le sermonner, le remettre a sa place ? Ne rien dire.Presque malgré elle, elle décroisa les jambes, en se disant qu'il va pouvoir se rincer l'oil encore plus, et elle les recroisa faisant crisser le nylon de ses bas.Une douce chaleur a envahit mister bas ventre. Elle s'ébroua mentalement et se concentra sur sa liste.


Le regard toujours rivé sur les cuisses de Madame, Charles ne voit le panneau « STOP » que trop tard et il le grille. Coupant la priorité a un groupe de jeunes en scooter. L'un deux voulant éviter la Mercedes, tomba à terre. Madame poussa un cri étouffé a l'arrière.Charles eut le reflexe de ralentir pour s'arrêter mais Bénédicte de Saint-Preux, d'une voix haut perchée, lui cria :
- Qu'est ce que vous faites ? Ne vous arrêtez pas voyons, roulez.
Obéissant, Charles accéléra et continua sa route sous les insultes des jeunes.
Bénédicte se retourna et fut quand même soulagée de constater que le jeune se relevait aider par ses camarades.
- Ne vous inquiétez pas Charles, il s'est relevé.
- On aurait du s'arrêter Madame, lui fit quand même remarquer Charles.
- Vous plaisantez ! Il n'avait qu'à faire attention, s'exclama Madame, pleine de mauvaise foi. Et puis c'était surement des jeunes de la Citée des Fleurs, je n'avais pas envie d'avoir affaire a eux.
La Citée des Fleurs qui se situait à quelques kilomètres de la ville avait très mauvaise réputation.Trafic de drogue, émeutes, La police y était souvent.
Charles se concentra sur sa conduite se disant qu'après tous, c'était madame qui décidait.
Ni lui, ni Bénédicte ne s'aperçurent qu'ils étaient suivis.


La Mercedes s'engagea dans la grande allée faisant crisser les graviers se garant devant le perron du manoir. Charles descendit et ouvrit la portière à Bénédicte. En sortant, sa jupe remonta largement sur ses cuisses permettant à Charles d'apercevoir fugitivement la lisière d'un bas.En haut des marches, l'attendait Maria, la domestique des Saint-Preux. Chemisier blanc, jupe noire, collant clairs et ballerines vernies.C'est la caricature de la bonniche.
- Bonjour Maria, vous avez terminée la mise en place ?
- Pas encore Madame.
Bénédicte dévisagea Maria d'un air sévère...
- Qu'attendez-vous ma fille ! Activez voyons, ce n'est pas moi qui vais vous aider quand même !
Maria acquiesça et se dirigea vers l'office et les cuisines.Pestant intérieurement après cette salope de bourgeoise.
Bénédicte de Saint-Preux se dirigea vers les escaliers menant à sa chambre faisant claquer les talons aiguilles de ses escarpins sur le sol marbré.Suivi du regard par Charles.


Ils mistert trois.Ils ont abandonné leurs scooters un peu plus loin pour ne pas être repéré par le bruit. Ils avancent silencieusement dans l'allée et trouve rapidement l'entrée de la cave qui était resté ouverte.Les voici dans le manoir.




Bénédicte déboutonna la veste de mister tailleur. Apparaissant en soutien-gorge en satin qui contient avec peine une volumineuse poitrine. Elle retira sa jupe et enleva ses bas. Son esprit est ailleurs.Elle pense à Charles...Elle est excitée. Elle imagine Charles la rudoyant. L'insultant, la traitant de sale bourge mal baisée. Dans mister fantasme, elle tente de lui échapper mais il la courbe sur la table du salon, lui retrousse sa jupe et lui claque les fesses en punition de n'avoir pas mis de sous vêtements. Il a sorti sa queue.Elle découvre, horrifiée, que ce n'est pas une légende.Elle est énorme .Longue, épaisse, imposante...
Bénédicte s'allongea sur mister lit et sa main se dirigea vers mister intimité.Elle ferma les yeux, tout à mister rêve.
Charles la pénétré et la tenant solidement aux hanches, il la défonce à grand coup de reins. Elle sent mister membre aller et venir en elle.Elle pousse un gémissement. Charles l'insulte et elle mouille comme une folle. La cadence s'accélère.
Bénédicte s'est emparée de mister clitoris et elle se branle vigoureusement. Elle est trempée...


Pendant que Madame s'astique le bouton dans sa chambre, Maria descend à la cave pour aller chercher des bouteilles de grands crus pour les invités de ce soir. Elle était en train de choisir les bouteilles quand un bruit la fit sursauter.C'était Charles. Il s'approcha d'elle et sans un mot lui souleva sa jupe. La main du black se posa sur mister pubis et il commença un lent massage à travers le nylon du collant. Maria soupira.Leurs relation a commencé il y a quelque mois. Maria était en train de passer l'aspirateur quand Charles s'étant approché par derrière, l'avait prise sans autre forme de procès la besognant sur la moquette du salon. Sachant que Madame était dans sa chambre.Cela les avait encore plus excité ; Maria avait du se morde les lèvres jusqu'au sang pour étouffer ses cris quand Charles l'avait pénétré ..
Le chauffeur appuie sur les épaules de Maria et celle-ci, docile, s'agenouille à ses pieds. Il sort fébrilement mister sexe déjà à demi-gonflé. La hampe de chair vient cogner contre le visage de la bonniche qui l'engloutit. Mécaniquement, elle commence à le pomper. La bouche déformée par l'imposante queue.Sans se douter que dans l'ombre de la cave, les trois jeunes les observent.




Dans sa chambre, Bénédicte se tord sur mister lit, Gémissante, haletante, ses doigts enfoncés dans sa chatte dégoulinante.La pointe de ses seins est dure...Elle est brulante.Elle s'imagine à la merci de Charles. Bâillonnée, attachée, baisée comme une chienne.Ses doigts s'agite dans mister con, de plus en plus vite, elle halète, la bouche ouverte...Elle a soudain un orgasme foudroyant.Elle pousse un cri, mister corps se soulève et retombe. Elle reste inerte. Tentant de reprendre sa respiration.



Maria est à genoux sur le sol de la cave. Elle pompe Charles avec avidité. Son membre coulisse entre ses lèvres. Elle est complètement excitée. Sa culotte est trempée. Dans un coin de la cave, dissimulée par des caisses de vins, les trois jeunes n'en croient pas leurs yeux. L'un d'eux filme la scène avec mister téléphone portable. Ca fera des souvenirs.N'en pouvant plus, Charles retira mister sexe luisant et, se masturbant un peu, il éjacula, libérant des trainées de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Maria.
Un peu plus tard, après qu'ils eurent recouvré leur esprit, Charles se confiait à Maria à propos de leur patronne.
- Je suis sur que cette une vrai salope, elle n'arrête pas de m'aguicher dans la voiture.
- Et moi ? T'as vu comment elle me traite ? Se plaignit la bonniche.
- Je rêve de pouvoir lui éclater mister cul.
Maria ne répond pas.Elle imagine Bénédicte de Saint-Preux en bonniche, en train de passer la serpillère, à quatre pattes, le cul rougit par les coups de fouets.
Arrêtant la leur fantasme commun, Charles et Maria remontèrent.



Brahim, Momo et Rachid, les trois caïds de la Citée qui n'avaient pas perdu une miette de cette instructif échange tiennent un conseil de guerre dans la cave des Saint-Preux. Ils décident de rester et de continuer à jouer les voyeurs...

Bénédicte de Saint-Preux sortit de la douche et se planta devant la grande glace murale. S'observant un instant. Ses seins mistert lourds mais encore fermes, mister ventre est plat et ses jambes fines. Malgré ses cinquante ans, elle pourrait rivaliser avec une jeune fille.Elle ouvrit mister tiroir contenant sa lingerie et elle hésita sur le sous vêtement à mettre. Elle opta pour un string rouge en dentelle et un soutient gorges de même couleur. Un peu osée, mais elle sait que mister mari, Guillaume, appréciera. Peut être feront il l'amour ce soir ? Cela fait un moment que ça n'est pas arriver. Guillaume est à la tête d'une usine qui fabrique des pièces détachés pour une célèbre marque de voiture française. Il a avoué à Bénédicte que cette filiale va sans doute être délocalisée dans un autre pays. Un plan de restructuration a été prévu qui annonce des licenciements. De dures négociations avec les syndicats s'annoncent déjà. Elle mit un porte-jarretelles et y accrocha des bas. Elle enfila des talons aiguilles noirs vernis et une robe fine toute simple, de chez Dior, au décolleté plongeant. Elle veut être élégante pour le dîner de ce soir. Faire plaisir à mister époux et être sexy pour lui. Depuis quelques temps, elle le sent distant, préoccupé. A cause du plan de restructuration de mister usine, bien sur, mais il n'y a pas que ça. Elle se demande si cela a un rapport avec la discussion qu'ils ont déjà eu. Guillaume lui a avoué, après un repas arrosé, qu'il rêvait d'assouvir un fantasme avec elle. La voir se faire prendre par plusieurs hommes lors d'une partouze.Comment appelle t'on ça, déjà ? Il lui a dit.Un gang bang, c'est ça.Outrée, Madame, qui a été élevée dans les meilleures institutions catholiques bourgeoises, s'est insurgé à cette idée. Et depuis, Guillaume lui fait un peu la gueule.Et surtout ne la touche plus.




Un bruit de verre brisée fit sursauter madame qui tapa du pied.Cette petite gourde de bonniche avait encore laissé tomber quelque chose ! C'était la troisième fois cette semaine ! Folle de rage, Bénédicte sortit de sa chambre et descendit l'escalier.


Elle arriva dans la cuisine ou, comme elle l'avait supposé, Maria état en train de balayer les morceaux de verre.
- Mais quelle gourde ! C'est le troisième cette semaine, je ne vais pas pouvoir vous garder à mon service, je vous préviens. Vous êtes vraiment une petite idiote, ma fille !
Rouge de honte mais aussi de colère contenue, Maria dévisage sa patronne.
- Vous n'avez pas le droit de me parler comme ça !
Eclat de rire de Madame.
- Mais j'ai tous les droits ma petite, dont celui de vous virer !
La porte s'ouvre derrière elle, c'est Charles qui vient d'entrer. Il s'approche silencieusement.
Deux bras puissants ceinturèrent Bénédicte qui poussa un cri.
Ne comprenant pas au départ, elle reconnut les bras de Charles.
- Mais ! Qu'est ce qui vous prend Charles ! Lâchez-moi immédiatement !
Maria s'approcha et fourra un mouchoir roulé en boule dans la bouche de Madame qui poussa un cri étouffé. La bonniche colla une large bande de sparadrap sur la bouche de sa patronne. Celle-ci se débat furieusement, ses jambes battent l'air, remontant la robe sur ses cuisses. Maria ligotent les poignets de Bénédicte avec de la corde et fait de même (et avec plus de difficultés) avec ses chevilles. Puis Charles lâche le cops de Madame qui titube. Elle tente maladroitement de fuir, ce qui fait rire ses deux domestiques. Ils ont décidés de se venger de cette salope de bourgeoise. Elle va en baver.



Charles a porté Madame dans le salon et l'a allongé sur la grande table. Il lui délie les chevilles et les attachent aux pieds de la table. Même opération avec les poignets ; Il contemple sa patronne qui gît sur la table, écartelée, cuisses ouvertes.Charles lorgna sur ses jambes habillées de nylon ; Il remonta lentement la robe de Dior sur ses jambes. Le porte-jarretelles apparut et le string rouge. La sueur au front, il écarta le rempart de dentelle et introduisit ses doigts dans la vulve de sa patronne.Son fantasme se réalisait enfin ! Il allait pouvoir la baiser comme une chienne. Il fit coulisser ses doigts dans la chatte de Bénédicte qui se débat dans ses liens, elle gémit, les yeux exorbités. Maria revint de la cuisine avec une bouteille de grand cru, un bordeaux, à la main.
- Attends, attends, j'ai une idée...
Elle s'accroupit et enfonça le goulot de la bouteille dans le con de la bourgeoise qui sursauta sous l'infâme intromission. Elle grogne à travers mister bâillon, gigote dans ses liens. La bonniche perverse fait coulisser la bouteille dans la chatte de sa patronne, une lueur sadique dans le regard ; Charles a sortit sa queue, énorme, et il se masturbe. Madame donne des coups de reins pour se débarrasser de la bouteille de Bordeaux. Maria la fait coulisser de plus en plus vite.Elle sortit soudain le goulot et le dirigea vers le trou du cul de Bénédicte de Saint-Preux qui grogna de plus belle, les yeux fous. Elle tenta d'introduire le goulot mais celui-ci ne passait pas. Elle retourna dans la cuisine et revint avec de l'huile. Elle s'en versa dans la main et introduisis mister index dans l'anus de sa patronne qui rua comme une pouliche. Se cabrant sur la table. Elle fit coulisser l'index puis introduisis mister majeur.Elle fit coulisser les deux doigts dans le cul de sa patronne. Charles lui caresse les seins à travers l'étoffe de la robe. Enervé, il arracha le devant du modèle de chez Dior, il prenait un malin plaisir à détruire une robe qu'il ne pourrait jamais offrir à sa femme. Les seins énormes de Bénédicte apparurent emprimisternés dans le soutien-gorge. Il baissa les balconnets et tritura les seins de sa patronne en ricanant ; Les soupesant, les malaxant sans vergogne, soufflant comme un bouf, pinçant les tétons de cette bourgeoise si arrogante qui maintenant couinait derrière mister bâillon.



- Viens la baiser cette salope !
Maria a sortit ses doigts du cul de sa patronne et Charles s'approcha, la bite en avant.Il se frotta un peu au cul de Bénédicte qui gémit. Il s'enfonça d'une seule poussée dans le vagin et commença de long aller-retour la limant lentement. Sa queue coulissait dans le con...Il donnait des coups de reins de plus en plus violent. Maria détacha les chevilles de madame et Charles souleva les jambes pour mieux la défoncer.
- Détache lui les poignets aussi, je veux la retourner cette salope.
Maria s'exécuta et Charles retourna Madame la courbant en avant ; ses seins s'écrasèrent sur la table du salon. Il remonta la robe autour de la taille et écarta le string. Il s'engouffra de nouveau dans le con de Bénédicte et recommença à la baiser, lui donnant de grands coups de reins, mister ventre venant cogner contre ses fesses. Il grognait à chaque coups de reins qu'il donnait avec fureur.Agrippé aux hanches de Madame, il ahanait de bonheur.Il sortit sa bite et remontant plus haut, il s'introduisit dans le cul de sa patronne qui poussa un hurlement étouffé par le bâillon. Il força et sa longue queue s'enfonça dans le rectum de Bénédicte. Il la saisit de nouveau aux hanches et se mit à la pilonner violemment. Fascinée, Maria regardait cette bite d'ébène s'enfoncer dans le cul blanc de sa patronne. Sa culotte était trempée.
Charles se retira et s'approchant du visage ravagé de sa patronne, il éjacula sur ses cheveux. Des filaments de sperme giclèrent sur mister distinguée visage de bourgeoise. Coulant sur mister front et mister nez.




Et nos trois lascars des citées me diriez vous ? Ils mistert la bien sur, et ils n'en perdent pas une miette et surtout...Ils filment et prennent des photos, beaucoup de photos.

Pendant que sa femme est en train de se faire baiser comme la dernière des salopes par ses domestiques, Guillaume de Saint-Preux, assis derrière mister bureau, reçoit le représentant syndical. Il lui a annoncé le plan de restructuration voulu par la Direction générale. On va délocaliser leur usine en Roumanie ou en Ukraine ou la main d'ouvre est moins chère. C'est la crise après tout.A 60 ans, Guillaume de Saint-Preux est un homme aux cheveux argentés, grand, mince. Comme sa femme, il ne se laisse pas aller. Il dévisagea Roger, le représentant syndical de l'usine. Il menace de l'empêcher de sortir de l'usine tant qu'un accord n'a pas été trouvé. Guillaume, agacé, il a un diner avec le PDG de la Multinationale chez lui justement, tente de le rémisterner.
- Allons, vous savez bien que c'est la crise ! Nous n'y pouvons rien.
Protestations de Roger qui menace d'avertir les médias.La belle affaire se dit Saint-Preux en esquissant un sourire.Son regard s'attarda sur Roger. Il eu une moue dégouté.Un ventre proéminent, barbe de trois jours, il était peu ragoutant le représentant syndical.
- Vous devriez réfléchir Monsieur de Saint-Preux, lâcha Roger d'une voix dangereusement douce.J'ai de quoi vous faire changer d'avis.
Sourire ironique de Guillaume.
- Je ne vois vraiment pas de.
- Ah oui ? Je parle de détournement de fonds, caisse noire, paradis fiscaux.
Guillaume de Saint-Preux a blêmit, mister sang s'est retiré de mister visage.Comment peut il savoir ?
- Mais de quoi parlez-vous ? croassa-t-il.
Mais il s'est très bien de quoi parle Roger ; Depuis 2 ans avec la complicité de sa chef comptable, Guillaume détourne discrètement des sommes d'argent qu'il met sur un compte en banque secret des Iles Caïmans.
- Mais.mais...Comment pouvez vous...Balbutia le Patron.
- Comment ? Vous allez voire...
Il se leva et ouvrant la porte du bureau directorial, il fit entré trois permisternes. Guillaume faillit s'évanouir en reconnaissant Mlle Pinaud, sa chef comptable. Une vieille fille de 45 ans, elle était belle malgré mister chignon, ses lunettes et mister air sévère... A croire qu'elle prenait un malin plaisir a s'habiller comme la caricature de la chef comptable telle qu'on se l'imagine; Toujours vêtu de tailleur strict, ca n'empêchait pas les ouvriers de l'usine de mater ses jambes. Elle a un visage apeuré et lui jette un regard suppliant.Avec elle, deux armoires à glaces. A mi-chemin entre King-Kong et Hulk.Avec certainement le même quotient intellectuel.Il les reconnait se mistert des ouvriers de mister usine. Carlos et André.
Très satisfait de mister petit effet, Roger continue mister exposé :
- Je suis tombé par le plus grand des hasards sur des preuves écrites de vos transactions.Ca trainait sur le bureau de Mlle Pinaud.
Regard furieux vers Mlle Pinaud qui baisse les yeux, effondrée.
- Que voulez vous ? demanda d'une voix plaintive Guillaume de Saint-Preux.
- Premièrement : que vous trouviez un arrangement avec le PDG avec qui vous diner ce soir. Qu'il ne ferme plus notre usine. Ensuite.Il va falloir rembourser ce que vous avez volé.
- Mais comment ? demanda Guillaume, interloqué. Il y en a pour plusieurs millions d'Euros...
Roger eut un regard triomphant.Noir. Il le tenait par les couilles !
- En nature, je vais demander un remboursement en nature.
La stupéfaction se vit dans les yeux de Guillaume.
- En nature ? Je ne comprends pas...
- Vous allez nous louer votre femme.Beaucoup de vos ouvriers fantasment sur elle depuis qu'elle est venue aux voux du nouvel an
Abasourdi, effondré, Guillaume de Saint-Preux se demande soudain si mister représentant syndical est sérieux.C'est une plaisanterie.Il ne vient pas de lui demander de lui louer mister épouse.
Roger se tourna vers la chef comptable...
- Toi aussi, tu va y passer, y a pas de raimister ! A poil !
Mlle Pinaud blanchi sous mister discret maquillage. Comme une automate, elle avança au milieu de la pièce. Elle enleva la veste de mister tailleur gris apparaissant dans un chemisier blanc qui dissimulait avec peine une opulente poitrine. Elle s'arrêta suppliant le délégué syndical.
- Je vous en prie, pleurnicha-t-elle, je vous donnerai ma part de l'argent.
Ricanement pervers de Roger...
- Du fric, je vais m'en faire sur ton dos ma salope, j'en connais des types qui paieraient pour se taper une bourge comme toi.
Mlle Pinaud se sentit rougir jusqu'à la racine des cheveux. Résignée, elle enleva sa jupe qui tomba à terre dans un froissement d'étoffe.
Son collant chair moulait ses fesses rebondit et sa culotte blanche. Elle déboutonna le chemisier. Son soutient-gorges, très sage également, contenait de petits seins. Guillaume en voyant sa chef comptable debout, uniquement vêtue de ses sous-vêtements et ses escarpins à talons plats sentit mister sexe durcir dans mister pantalon. Tous les hommes présents la regardent se réjouissant de sa soumission et de sa passivité. Peut être cela excite t'il la vieille fille ?
André, une lueur lubrique dans le regard, effleura la poitrine de la chef comptable. Celle ci sursauta mais ne protesta pas. Il s'empara d'un sein et le malaxa. Puis il monta les deux mains et tritura les nichons de Mlle Pinaud sans ménagements cette fois. On l'agenouille à terre et une bite noueuse, épaisse, celle de Carlos, apparut devant ses lèvres rouges carmin. Elle pose mécaniquement une main manucurée sur la bite et commença à le branler. Derrière elle, André la positionne à quatre pattes. Il lui déchire mister collant et baisse sa culotte. Caressant la vulve de la chef comptable qui poussa un cri qui se transforma en gémissement quand Carlos enfonça sa bite entre les lèvres pulpeuses de Mlle Pinaud qui manqua vomir de dégout. Il appuya sur la tête de la jeune femme, donnant des coups de reins pour faire coulisser sa queue entre les lèvres de cette esclave docile.La langue de Mlle Pinaud commence à lui lécher le gland, salivant dessus.Les bruits de succions envahisse le bureau. Guillaume bande comme un fou, il en a mal.Saisissant la chef comptable aux hanches, André la pénétra, un cri étouffé jaillit de la gorge de Mlle Pinaud. Les seins de la chef comptable gigotaient sous les coups de reins d'André qui la pilonne avec vulgarité. Trop heureux de pouvoir défoncer cette salope qui ne daignait même pas accorder un regard aux ouvriers en temps normal...Mais voila, la roue tourne parfois.La tête de la chef comptable monte et descend sur la queue de Carlos qui ricane.
- Mlle Pinaud aime la pine.
Eclat de rire d'André qui martèle le con de la chef comptable.
Carlos éjacula dans la bouche de Mlle Pinaud qui voulut recracher sa semence. Mais celui-ci pervers jusqu'au bout, l'obligea à avaler mister foutre. Mlle Pinaud obéit avec une grimace de dégout.
Voyant cette scène, André ne put se retenir plus longtemps, il se retira et Carlos contraignit la pauvre femme à se retourner lui faisant face.
- Ouvre la bouche, salope, tire la langue, regarde André dans les yeux. !!
Totalement domptée, Mlle Pinaud obéit regardant par dessus ses lunettes André qui se masturbait au dessus de mister visage en grognant comme un fauve. Il jouit libérant des torrents de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur les verres des lunettes de la chef comptable.
Roger se leva, exhibant fièrement un sexe imposant. Il claqua des doigts et Mlle Pinaud fut contrainte d'aller vers lui a quatre pattes, pour faire bonne mesure, derrière elle, Carlos lui tanne le cul avec mister ceinturon. Très vite, ses fesses rougissent. Le délégué syndical pervers agrippa le chignon de Mlle Pinaud et la contraignit à enfourner sa bite dans sa bouche. Elle hoqueta et commença à le sucer avec application. Elle commence à y prendre gout.La mâchoire déformée par la queue, la chef comptable gémit, étouffée par l'épaisseur de la bite. Il ne tarda pas à décharger dans la bouche de la chef comptable qui fut de nouveau contrainte d'avaler le sperme.



Se rajustant, Roger regarda Guillaume de Saint-Preux qui ne peut s'empêcher de se toucher la bite, a l'étroit dans mister slip. La vision de sa chef comptable devenue esclave sexuelle de ses ouvriers l'excite énormément.
- Il y a une réunion syndicale demain soir. Vous y êtes conviés ainsi que votre épouse. Qu'elle soit sexy mais très bourgeoise. Ca excitera vos ouvriers, ils ne peuvent pas souvent se taper une dame de la haute.Et ce soir soyez convaincant avec le PDG...
Il se tourna vers la chef comptable, affalée sur le sol.
- Quand a toi, dorénavant, t'es la pute de l'usine. Tu changes de look ! Demain je te veux en minijupe, des talons aiguilles et des bas.Plus de sous-vêtements.Tu seras à la disposition de tous les ouvriers de l'usine. Quand ils le voudront et ou ils le voudront. Tu n'as rien à leur refuser..
Les trois hommes sortirent du bureau laissant Guillaume de Saint-Preux et sa chef comptable, horrifiés, comprenant qu'ils étaient tombés dans un odieux traquenard

Rachid, Brahim et Momo n'en reviennent toujours pas de la chance qu'ils ont ! Ils ont été bien inspirés en décidant de suivre cette bourgeoise. Depuis une bonne heure, ils se régalent de la voir se faire baisée dans toutes les positions par le grand black qui semble être mister chauffeur ; Ils mistert cachés dans la cuisine et ils n'arrêtent pas de filmer avec leurs téléphones portables. Un vrai film porno ! Maintenant, la bourge est à genoux dans le salon en train de lécher sa bonniche qui gémit sous les coups de langue de sa patronne. Rachid a sortie sa queue et se branle furieusement. Un plan a germé dans mister esprit et il en a parlé aux autres qui mistert d'accord.Avec le film qu'ils viennent de « réaliser », ils peuvent faire chanter cette superbe bourgeoise.




Maria donne des coups de reins pour mieux sentir la langue de sa patronne qui s'enfonce dans les replis de mister intimité. Elle prend un pied immense à contraindre cette distinguée bourgeoise a la lécher.On imagine bien que c'est une première pour Madame de Saint-Preux ! Elle a d'abord violemment refusé, il a fallu que Charles la fesse violement et la menace de l'enculer a nouveau avec une des bouteilles de vin de sa cave pour qu'elle obtempère. Charles la branle sans ménagement, lui enfonçant ses doigts dans sa chatte dégoulinante.
- Elle est trempée cette salope !
Madame gémit sourdement, elle veut protester mais Maria la tenant solidement par les cheveux la power à continuer mister gouinage.Madame lui donne des coups de langue, léchant la cyprine avec un sale plaisir inavouable. Elle est trempée. Elle mordilla le clitoris de Maria qui poussa un cri bref et resta inerte sur la moquette.



Rachid décide de passer à l'action. C'est le moment. Les trois jeunes sortent de la cuisine provoquant la stupeur de la bourgeoise et ses domestiques. Maria encore à terre se relève et Charles, la bite à l'air, se dirige vers eux l'air menaçant.
- Dégagez de la, petit morveux !
Rachid montra tout de suite mister portable à Charles qui n'est pas idiot. Il a déjà compris. Conciliabule avec le jeune caïd. Pendant ce temps, Brahim et Momo s'emparent de Bénédicte et Maria qui poussent des petits cris. Elles mistert dirigées vers le canapé ; Coincées entre Brahim et Momo, qui mistert tous deux d'une stature imposante. Madame et sa bonniche ne protestes plus.
Le marché de la petite frappe est très clair. Si vous ne voulez pas que le film se retrouve sur Internet, il va falloir que la bourgeoise en chaleur soit très obéissante. Madame entend ses paroles et proteste :
- C'est hors de question ! Charles faites quelque chose !
Charles et Rachid s'affrontent du regard, se jaugent.Le chauffeur de Madame se dit que finalement il peut y trouver mister compte.
- Ok, mais ça sera pas gratuit ! Je te la loue.
Horrifiée, Bénédicte de Saint-Preux écoute mister chauffeur et ce jeune qui pourrait être mister fils parlé d'elle en termes de bétail que l'on achète.
La transaction financière se termine et les deux parties tombent d'accord sur un prix.
Rachid se tourna vers le canapé ou Brahim et Momo ont commencé l'exploration de leur nouveau jouet. Ils malaxent les seins de Madame qui tente de se dégager tant bien que mal. Rachid s'approcha sortant sa bite et la présenta devant la bouche de Bénédicte qui tourna la tête en faisant une grimace de dégoût. Il agrippa ses cheveux et la contraignit à avaler sa queue. Des larmes montèrent aux yeux de Madame. Les seins toujours maltraités par les deux jeunes, elle commença à sucer le jeune homme qui fit coulisser avec un plaisir sadique sa queue entre les lèvres pulpeuses de la bourgeoise.


Charles s'est approché de Maria, excité par la situation de voir sa patronne livrée à ces trois jeunes pervers. Maria aussi est excitée, mister fantasme se réalise pleinement : sa patronne va devenir leur esclave sexuel ! Mais pas seulement à elle et à Charles mais aussi à ces trois jeunes qui doivent jubiler a l'idée d'avilir cette femme d'âge mur.Les bruits de succions provoqués par la bouche de Bénédicte allant et venant sur la bite dressée de mister « acheteur » emplit le salon. Se mélangeant aux halètements de Brahim et Momo qui jouent avec les seins de Madame. On les lui tord, on suce les pointes des mamelons, on les soupèse.Momo se pencha et mordilla un téton ce qui fit couiner de douleur Madame. Brahim engouffra mister index dans le vagin de Bénédicte qui sursauta.Le bruit obscène des doigts de Brahim clapotant dans le sexe béant de Madame de Saint-Preux les fis rire.
- Ca joue les bourgeoises mais des qu'on la chauffe un peu ça coule comme une fontaine.
Maria posa la main sur la protubérance provoquée par l'érection de Charles. Elle le dégagea et le goba, sa langue commençant un ballet endiablé autour de mister gland.



Bénédicte de Saint-Preux fut mise à genoux sur la moquette. Elle geint sous les coups de langue de Rachid derrière elle. Pour la préparer a-t-il dit.Devant elle, Momo lui a enfoncé sa queue dans la bouche et elle le suce avec application. Son corps ne lui appartient plus, elle ne sait plus ou elle se trouve, elle est dans une semi torpeur.Toutes ses mains qui l'explore la rende folle...Folle de dégoût, de honte mais aussi de plaisir...Ses sens se réveillent.Elle poussa un cri, étouffé par la bite de Momo, quand Rachid, les mains crispés sur ses hanches, la pénétra. Son ventre vient claquer contre les fesses de Madame ; Ses gros seins ballottent dans tous les sens. Elle gémit sans discontinuer. Elle recrache le sexe de Momo pour reprendre sa respiration. Son corps est secoué comme un prunier par Rachid qui la pilonne avec vigueur.Brahim lui tourne la tête, la forçant à accepter sa queue.
Elle doit alterner entre les deux bites qui se présentent devant mister visage ravagé. Grimaçant sous les coups de queues de Rachid.
Charles a cambré Maria sur le bord du canapé et il la défonce comme un fou la faisant couiner de bonheur. La vue de sa patronne prise comme une chienne par ses trois jeunes le rend dingue !
Rachid c'est retiré de la chatte de Madame et il l'a allongé sur la grande table du salon, les jambes relevées à la verticale, il donne de violents coups de reins faisant tressauter ses seins. Brahim la tenant toujours par ses cheveux fais coulisser sa bite dans sa bouche accueillante. Rachid accéléra ses mouvements en grognant et sortit précipitamment, éjaculant sur le ventre de Madame. Aussitôt remplacé par Momo.


Brahim lui aussi sent qu'il ne va plus pouvoir se retenir.Il dégagea mister sexe dure et se branla au dessus du visage de la bourgeoise.Des jets de sperme fusèrent allant s'écraser sur le visage de cette bourgeoise prétentieuse. Les filaments blanchâtres lui souillèrent les cheveux, le front et coulèrent sur mister nez et ses lèvres.Rejoint par Charles qui déversa mister sperme sur sa patronne en grognant de plaisir.

Momo a obligé Madame de Saint-Preux à se mettre à quatre pattes au milieu de la pièce. Il s'agenouille derrière elle et pointe mister gland vers l'ouverture de ses reins. Bénédicte poussa un hurlement et tenta de s'échapper aussitôt retenue par Brahim et Rachid. Bénédicte remua des fesses ce qui excita encore plus mister tourmenteur. Elle sentit le gland powerr mister anus et elle gémit.
D'une vulgare poussée, Momo s'enfonça de toute sa longueur faisant hurler Bénédicte. Elle halète sous l'intromission. Les traits crispés par la douleur. Momo commence à bouger faisant aller et venir sa bite dans le cul de Madame. Il accéléra donnant des coups de reins de plus en plus violents, faisant couiner Bénédicte qui secoue la tête dans tous les sens. Haletante, gémissante.Momo lui défonce le cul en haletant, sa queue coulisse facilement maintenant dans l'étroit boyau.
Sentant le plaisir monter de ses reins, il se retira et voulant, lui aussi, humilier cette bourgeoise friquée, il l'obligea a se retourner et lui lâcha tout mister foutre sur mister visage.



Bénédicte de Saint-Preux, sa robe en lambeaux, les bas déchirés, est affalé sur la moquette de mister salon, recouverte de sperme. Elle tente de récupérer.Autour d'elle, ses tourmenteurs regardent le film sur leur portable et discute ensemble de la suite à donner :
- Faut mettre le film sur Internet.Y a des sites spécialisées pour ça.
- Faudrait pas qu'on la reconnaisse.
- On peut flouter le visage, pas de problème.
Se tournant vers Charles, Rachid lui demande si il peut lui louer Bénédicte pour l'emmener dans ça Citée.Charles ne s'y oppose pas mais pas ce soir car les Saint-Preux ont des invités, Mr et Mme Bourbon Dumas. Mr Bourbon Dumas est le Directeur général pour la France dune grande Multinationale américaine.
Intéressé, Rachid demande :
- Et la bourge de ce type, elle est comment ?
Charles eut un sourire entendu :
- 65 ans, encore pas mal, il parait.
- Ca nous en ferait une en plus.
- Faut voir
Bénédicte entend tout cela mais ne réagit pas alors que Charles et ses complices parlent d'elle en termes odieux. Elle pense a mister amie Marie-Chantal Bourbon Dumas.Allait elle, elle aussi, tomber entre les griffes de ces pervers ?

Bénédicte de Saint-Preux se prépare pour le diner sous l'oil attentif de ses domestiques devenus ses maîtres. Car Madame de Saint-Preux est bel et bien devenue leur esclave.Elle en a bien conscience et cela la révulse mais aussi l'excite terriblement. Les trois caïds, Rachid, Momo et Brahim mistert partis après avoir convenu avec Charles que ce week-end, il emmènerait Madame se faire partouzer dans une cave de leur citée. Maria, la bonniche de Bénédicte, s'impatiente.
- Que Madame se dépêche, ses invités vont arriver.
Bénédicte, rouge de honte, s'observe dans le miroir de sa chambre.Maria l'a forcée à s'habiller comme une pute !.Elle est vêtue d'un chemisier blanc transparent appartenant à Maria. Il est trop petit pour elle et il dissimule avec peine mister opulente poitrine. Ses seins débordent du soutien-gorge rouge que sa bonniche l'a contrainte à enfiler. La jupe également est trop petite et lui arrive au ras des fesses laissant apparaitre à chaque pas la lisière des bas-résilles, retenus par un porte-jarretelles. Ses escarpins rouges aux talons aiguilles en acier la grandissent et l'obligent à se cambrer. Pour l'humilier encore plus, Charles lui demande de mettre un serre-tête en velours dans ses cheveux. Ce qui lui donne un air encore plus pervers.Un coup de misternette retentit et Charles lança avec un regard égrillard :
- Que la fête commence !





Guillaume de Saint-Preux pénétra dans l'immense salon de mister manoir et fut étonné de n'y trouver ni ses domestiques et ni mister épouse. Il jeta un coup d'oil à sa montre, qui devait coûter le salaire moyen d'un ouvrier de mister usine, et se dit que Monsieur Bourbon-Dumas et sa femme n'allaient pas tarder. Il entendit des claquements de talons sur le sol et leva les yeux, un sourire aux lèvres, pour saluer sa femme.Sourire qui resta figé en découvrant le spectacle qui s'offrait à lui.Il sentit le sang se retirer de mister visage.Sa femme, Bénédicte, habillée comme la dernière des traînées lui faisait face, rouge de honte.Derrière elle, Charles et Maria le regardaient, un sourire ironique aux lèvres.
- Eh bien, Monsieur n'apprécie pas la surprise de Madame ?
Guillaume, interloqué, le souffle coupé, ne répond pas.Il repense à sa chef comptable, Mlle Pinaud, devenue l'esclave sexuelle de ses ouvriers.Il sentit venir une formidable érection.
Charles s'approcha et poussa Guillaume qui voulut se dégager mais le black est un colosse et lui empoigna solidement le bras. Il le contraignit à s'asseoir sur une chaise au milieu du salon et lui lia les poignets et les chevilles.Il s'assit à côté de lui et lui expliqua la situation..Et en entendant ses explications, Guillaume de Saint-Preux bande à en avoir mal.



Pour bien faire comprendre le nouvel état de soumission de sa distinguée épouse, Maria contraint sa patronne à l'embrasser sur la bouche. Leurs langues se mélangent pendant que Maria triture les seins à travers le chemisier, elles pince violement les tétons de Madame qui pousse un gémissement. Sa fente s'humidifie, très vite, la cyprine coule le long de ses cuisses.La main de sa bonniche se faufile sous la micro-jupe qu'elle porte et s'engouffre dans la fente de sa patronne qui poussa de nouveau un gémissement. Maria lui donne des petites tapes sur mister clito et Madame gémit sourdement donnant un coup de reins. Maria retira ses doigts et les montra à mister époux.
- Vous voyez ? Monsieur était loin de se douter que mister épouse était une chienne en chaleur, n'est ce pas ?
Guillaume ne répondit pas les yeux écarquillés, stupéfait par ce qu'il voyait.
Charles s'approcha de sa patronne et claque des doigts :
- A genoux, chienne, et applique toi !
Docile, Madame Bénédicte de Saint-Preux s'agenouilla devant mister chauffeur et de ses doigts manucurés sortit la bite d'ébène qu'elle s'empressa d'avaler. La grosseur de la bite déforme sa mâchoire. Fasciné et écouré, mister mari regarde sa femme en train de sucer mister chauffeur. La bite qui coulisse entre les lèvres rouges de mister épouse l'excite énormément... Encore plus que quand il regardait les ouvriers de mister usine baiser sa chef comptable !
Maria s'approcha de lui et devinant les pensés de mister patron, elle s'agenouilla à ses pieds et dégagea sa queue gonflée à bloc, le gland violacé. Elle lui donna de petits coups de langue dessus et l'avala avec un grognement.Guillaume poussa un soupir quand il sentit la langue de sa domestique lui titiller le gland..Charles, tenant Bénédicte par les cheveux, fait coulisser sa bite entre les lèvres de sa patronne qui s'active sur la queue, lui donnant des coups de langue. Par moment, voulant reprendre sa respiration, elle arrête de le sucer et lui lèche la hampe puis replonge sur la queue de mister chauffeur.A ce rythme là, il ne résista pas longtemps et il éjacula dans la bouche de sa patronne qui avala le foutre de mister chauffeur en déglutissant avec peine.
Ne la laissant même pas se nettoyer, Charles força sa patronne à rejoindre mister époux, à genoux, les fesses à l'air, pour donner un coup de main, ou plutôt un coup de langue, à Maria. Guillaume, sucé par sa bonniche et sa femme, ne tarda pas non plus à vomir des jets de sperme, qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Bénédicte.



Charles discute avec Guillaume de Saint-Preux, toujours attaché sur sa chaise, pendant que du coin de l'oil, il mate sa femme, en train de passer la serpillère, à genoux, le cul rougi par Maria, qui lui tanne le cul à coups de martinet. Madame gémit à chaque coup et ondule du cul dès que sa bonniche lui introduit le manche du martinet dans le rectum et qu'elle la branle avec. Guillaume vient de tout avouer à Charles. Le détournement d'argent, la caisse noire, la soumission de sa chef comptable à ses ouvriers. Charles, très intéressé, se dit que décidément dans cette famille, ils tombent de Charybde en Scylla.Il se dit aussi qu'il doit absolument rencontrer le fameux Roger, le délégué syndical pervers.Il demande des renseignements sur les Bourbon-Dumas, qui vont arriver. Le PDG est il au courant des malversations de Guillaume ? Oui, répond Guillaume dans un souffle.
Charles sourit et tourne la tête, regardant sa patronne, enfin, mister ex-patronne, à genoux sur le sol, gémissant et soufflant, en train de nettoyer les escarpins de sa bonniche avec sa langue.
Il pense à la bourgeoise qui va arriver. Il l'imagine déjà à ses pieds en train de lui pomper la bite.

La berline des Bourbon Dumas se gara dans l'allée juste devant le manoir de leur amis, les de Saint-Preux. Francis, le chauffeur de Mr et Mme Bourbon Dumas sortit de la voiture et ouvrit la portière à madame. Marie-Chantal s'extirpa du véhicule sans se rendre compte que sa robe dévoilait une bonne partie de ses cuisses fuselées gainées de nylon noir à mister chauffeur. Sa robe, d'un grand couturier parisien, était violette et s'arrêtait à hauteur des genoux. Ses talons crissèrent sur le gravier. Elle commença à monter les escaliers du perron suivie par mister époux très élégant dans un smoking noir.



Le carillon de la porte d'entrée fit sursauter Bénédicte de Saint-Preux. Maria, à regret, arrêta de la masturber et rabattit la jupe de madame. Fort heureusement, Maria et Charles avaient consenti à ce que Madame remette une tenue plus décente. Elle portait une jupe crème s'arrêtant quand même à mi-cuisses et un chemisier blanc. Elle portait des bas cubains de couleur clair avec une discrète couture.Sexy mais pas vulgaire.Enfin.A condition d'ignorer qu'elle ne portait aucun sous-vêtements. Maria lui claqua les fesses !
- Allez va ouvrir salope !
Tête basse, Bénédicte s'exécuta en passant devant mister époux qui, lui aussi, ne porte aucun slip sous mister pantalon.



Embrassades, exclamations, roucoulades.Marie-Chantal, belle femme de 65 ans aux yeux verts. Encore baisable grâce à de nombreux liftings et séances dans les instituts de beauté, buvait une coupe de champagne. Elle trouve mister amie un peu distante mais elle ne s'inquiète pas ; leurs époux respectifs parlent politique et de la crise.Guillaume jette un regard inquiet vers Charles. Il lui a expliqué ce qu'il doit faire pour que Marie-Chantal et mister mari soient à leur botte. Il attend un signe de la part de Charles. Celui-ci ne tarda pas, Charles fit un clin d'oil à Guillaume.
- Tu sais au sujet de la caisse noire et des détournements.
Hubert Bourbon Dumas le fusilla du regard, baissant la voix, il l'apostropha :
- Tu es fou ! Ne parle jamais de ça en public, si quelqu'un surprenait notre conversation !
- C'est trop tard, lâcha Guillaume d'un ton larmoyant.
Hubert blêmit, manquant de suffoquer.
- Co.Comment ca ? Mais...Qui ?
- Moi Monsieur !
C'est Charles qui vient de parler et tous les regards se tournent vers lui. Marie-Chantal ne comprend pas et elle sourit bêtement, un sourire de commande comme toutes les bourgeoises dans les réceptions mondaines.
Hubert regarde Charles puis Guillaume :
- Je ne comprends pas Guillaume.
- C'est pourtant simple, Monsieur nous a tout raconté et je précise que le délégué syndical de l'usine de Monsieur est également au courant. Etant donné que vous êtes complice de ces détournements et que vous avez sans doute vous aussi un compte secret en Suisse, je vous conseille d'obéir. Vous avez vu que le ministère des Finances veut faire la chasse aux fraudeurs ces derniers temps ?
Hubert Bourbon Dumas est carrément devenu de la couleur de la chemise de mister smoking : blanc.
Il se tourne vers mister épouse qui maintenant a compris. C'est elle qui demande d'une voix tremblante :
- Et...que demandez vous en échange de votre silence ?
- Vous Madame !
La réponse a claqué comme un coup de fouet ! Marie-Chantal blêmit sous mister maquillage.
- Mais...Comment ça.Ce n'est pas sérieux voyons.
- Vous croyez ?
Maria qui vient d'entrer se dirige vers sa patronne et claque des doigts !
- Amène toi salope !
Madame manque s'évanouir mais elle avance docilement vers sa bonniche. Maria soulève la jupe dévoilant les bas cubains.
Petits cris d'effroi de la part du couple Bourbon Dumas quand ceux-ci découvrent que leur amie, Madame Bénédicte de Saint-Preux ne porte pas de sous-vêtements !
- Y va falloir que Madame Bourbon Dumas nous montre aussi ce qu'elle porte sous sa robe ! lance Charles avec un sourire pervers.
Protestations de Marie-Chantal qui cherche du secours en regardant mister mari. Mais celui-ci n'eut pas la réaction escomptée par mister épouse !
- Ma chérie, nous n'avons pas le choix, c'est ça ou la primister.
Le visage distingué de Marie-Chantal s'empourpre.
Guillaume ne s'est plus ou se mettre. Sa femme, la jupe autour de la taille se fait doigter par Maria. Elle agite mister index et mister majeur dans la chatte de Madame.
- Allez donc donner un coup de main à votre femme Monsieur lance Charles à Hubert.
Celui-ci hésite puis soupirant il avance vers sa femme. Celle-ci est comme tétanisée, elle n'a aucune réaction quand mister époux lui soulève la robe découvrant des bas noirs brillants accrochés à un porte- jarretelles mauve assorti au string en dentelle.
Charles siffla :
- Mais Madame porte de la lingerie très sexy sous ses airs de grande bourgeoise !
Il avance vers Marie-Chantal et lui ordonne d'enlever sa robe. Pendant qu'elle s'exécute, Charles ordonne à Hubert et Guillaume de se déshabiller aussi ! Les hommes s'exécutent aussi apparaissant nus et surtout avec une belle érection.
Charles regarda tout ce petit monde à sa merci.Maria avait contraint sa patronne à se mettre à genoux et à lui lécher la chatte. Maria donnait des coups de reins appuyant sur la tête de Madame étouffant ses gémissements. Charles eut alors une idée terriblement perverse.
- On va jouer aux chaises musicales !
Tout le monde regarda le chauffeur comme si il était complètement fou.
- Je forme les couples et à chaque fois que je taperai dans les mains, nous formerons d'autres couples !
Charles prit un saladier et nota des noms sur des petits bouts de papier qu'il mélangea.
- On tire au sort ?



Charles est allé chercher la camera numérique dernier cri de monsieur et fait un petit film. Marie-Chantal pompe la queue de Guillaume. D'abord timide, il s'enfonce maintenant avec régularité dans la bouche de cette bourgeoise. A côté d'eux, Hubert, le sexe tendu, a pénétré Bénédicte et la prend en levrette sur la moquette du salon. Son ventre rebondi vient claquer sur ses fesses.
Maria pendant ce temps s'est déshabillée et ayant pris mister martinet s'amuse à claquer les fesse des femmes et des hommes. Provoquant des cris et des plaintes.


Charles sortit discrètement du salon, se retrouvant dehors.Il a soudain pensé à quelque chose.
Les Bourbon Dumas n'ont pas de chauffeur ?
Il le trouva dehors en train de fumer une cigarette prenant mister mal en patience.
- Salut !
Le chauffeur des Bourbon Dumas se retourna. C'est un grand type, brun, athlétique.
Charles se présenta et lui, proposa de rentrer.
- Tu verras on s'amuse bien à l'intérieur.
- Je n'ai pas le droit d'entrer.
Charles sourit et le prit par le bras...
- Tu t'appelles comment ?
- Francis.
- Vient Francis ! Tu ne le regretteras pas.et tu ne vas pas en croire tes yeux.




Et il n'en croit pas ces yeux le chauffeur en effet. Il resta bouchée bée devant le spectacle qui s'offrait à lui : Sa patronne, si distinguée et si prude d'ordinaire, qui le rabaissait à chaque occasion, était en train de se faire baiser par Guillaume de Saint-Preux. Les jambes sur les épaules, il la pilonnait avec violence faisant couiner Madame. Ses gémissements venaient se mélanger à ceux de Bénédicte qui, empalée sur la bite d'Hubert, montait et descendait haletante, ses gros seins ballotant.
Francis eut instantanément une trique d'enfer. Voir sa patronne se faire bourrer comme une chienne !
A côté de lui, Charles lui donne une tape dans le dos.
- Je peux te dire que maintenant, tu pourras lui demander tout ce que tu voudras à ta patronne !
Francis ne répond pas, s'imaginant déjà en train de se faire pomper dans la berline.
- Regardez qui nous a rejoins ! cria Charles.
Hubert et Marie-Chantal devinrent rouge de honte.Marie-Chantal gémit :
- Oh Mon Dieu, Oh non, pas lui.
- Oh que si Madame et il va falloir être TRES gentille avec lui dorénavant.
Francis s'approcha de sa patronne et se libérant lui enfourna sa bite dans la bouche !
- Allez suce moi salope !
Marie-Chantal, la mâchoire déformée par l'épaisseur de la bite salivant sur la queue commença sa fellation pendant que ses gros seins ballotaient dans tous les sens, agités par les coups de pine de Guillaume.


Ne voulant pas être en reste, Charles demanda à Bénédicte de le pomper. Sa patronne avala sa queue avec gourmandise.Maria elle continue de filmer.
Marie-Chantal en gros plan suçait Guillaume maintenant et mister chauffeur la pilonnait la faisant hurler. Echevelée, elle secouait la tête dans tous les sens.Ses gémissements étouffés par la bite qu'elle suçait. Par moment, Francis lui donnait une claque sur les fesses. Il se retira et remontant, il pointa mister gland vers l'ouverture des reins de Marie-Chantal qui se retourna :
- Oh Non par pitié, je ferais tous ce que vous voudrez mais pas par là.
Sans pitié, mister chauffeur l'encula sauvagement la faisant hurler de douleur. Les mains crispées sur ses hanches, il la pilonna rapidement. Marie-Chantal la bouche ouverte, les joues rouges, gémissait sans discontinuer.


Madame de Saint-Preux haletait sous les coups de reins de Charles. Il l'a courbée sur la table du salon et la maintenant solidement aux hanches, il donne des coups de reins violents. Au-essus d'elle, Hubert se masturbe en haletant.Il éjacula libérant des jets de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Bénédicte. Charles accéléra ses coups de reins cognant mister ventre contre les fesses de sa patronne qui gémit de plus en plus fort.L'orgasme la submergea et elle poussa un cri déchirant.Charles se retira précipitamment et il lâcha des trainées de sperme sur les fesses blanches de sa patronne.


Francis se retira du cul de Marie-Chantal et, la retournant en la tirant par les cheveux, il engouffra sa bite dans la bouche de sa patronne.
- Nettoie ma queue espèce de chienne, elle doit être pleine de merde maintenant que je t'ai ramoné le trou du cul !
Domptée, soumise, Marie-Chantal ouvrit la bouche et saliva sur la queue de mister chauffeur, le pompant avec délectation.Francis grogna en libérant sa semence dans la bouche de Marie-Chantal qu'il obligea à avaler.


Puis, on échangea les couples.Charles et Maria s'occupèrent de Marie-Chantal. Pendant qu'elle suçait la bite d'ébène du chauffeur, Maria lui enfonce tous les objets possibles et inimaginables dans la chatte et le cul : Bouteille, spatule en bois, rouleau à pâtisserie.Pendant ce temps, Bénédicte, empalée sur la bite d'Hubert et enculée par Guillaume, gueule de toute la puissance de ses poumons, mister corps agité de soubresauts.


Cela dura une bonne partie de la nuit. Marie-Chantal et Bénédicte furent ramonées, défoncées par tous ces mâles présents..Au petit matin, exténuées, ravagées par les orgasmes, les deux bourgeoises mistert affalées sur le canapé. Charles donne des instructions à Guillaume et Hubert :
- Nous allons à l'usine avec vos salopes bien sûr ! Je suis sûr que les ouvriers vont être ravis de faire leur connaissance.
Il éclata de rire et les deux hommes frémirent n'osant imaginer ce qui attendait leurs épouses.

La vie pour Mlle Pinaud avait radicalement changé. Désormais sous la coupe du délégué syndical, Roger, sous peine de se retrouver en primister, Mlle Pinaud était devenue l'esclave sexuelle de tous les ouvriers de l'usine. Une journée pour notre chef-comptable était donc très bien remplie.


Elle arrivait vers 9 h à l'usine. Elle se garait dans le parking. Sortait de sa voiture où en général il y avait deux ou trois ouvriers pour l'aider à descendre. Pas par galanterie ! Mais pour se rincer l'oil ; Mlle Pinaud avait maintenant comme instruction de ne mettre que des jupes courtes, des bas et des talons aiguilles les plus hauts possibles. Elle ne devait également ne mettre que des décolletés. Et bien sûr, pas de sous-vêtements.
Elle passait devant le vigile, à qui elle faisait parfois une gâterie. Elle allait pointer et se rendait à mister bureau. Ce qui lui prenait plusieurs minutes, ralentie par les multiples attouchements pervers venant de la part des ouvriers, qui devaient vérifier, chaque matin, si elle avait bien mis des bas et ne portait pas de string. Les doigts s'égaraient dans sa fente et on la branlait rapidement. Elle arrivait à mister bureau, essoufflée, et en général ne restait pas tranquille très longtemps. Rejointe par Roger celui-ci, selon mister envie, exigeait une pipe ou qu'elle se courbe sur mister bureau, jupe relevée, jambes écartées, pour qu'il puisse la baiser. Quand la pause du déjeuner arrivait, elle devait de nouveau se mettre à la disposition des ouvriers. Elle se faisait sauter par au moins 5 ou 6 hommes qui la besognaient vulgarement. Ils repartaient ensuite travailler la laissant pantelante dans mister bureau, recouverte de spermes sur ses vêtements et mister corps. Elle se nettoyait tant bien que mal et mangeait rapidement.


Le soir, elle devait dire au revoir à tous les ouvriers en leur faisant une pipe ! Elle avait la mâchoire douloureuse à power de sucer toutes ses queues. C'était le pire moment de la journée en fait !
E t justement, Mlle Pinaud regardait, inquiète, l'heure de la fermeture se conditionnant.
Des exclamations la firent sursauter. Dans l'usine, on criait, éclatait de rire.Des cris de protestations également rémisternèrent. Curieuse, Mlle Pinaud se leva et alla regarder par la fenêtre de mister bureau.
Elle mit sa main sur sa bouche, étouffant un cri, quand elle découvrit ce qui se passait.



Roger ainsi que ses deux acolytes, Carlos et André accueillent Charles, le chauffeur de Guillaume. Mais celui-ci est bâillonné ainsi que Hubert Bourbon Dumas. Derrière eux, titubantes sur leurs talons aiguilles, Mlle Pinaud reconnait Bénédicte de Saint-Preux ainsi que l'épouse d'Hubert, Marie-Chantal. Elles ne mistert vêtues que de leurs sous-vêtements, bas, porte-jarretelles et soutiens-gorges baissés laissant apparaitre leurs volumineuses poitrines. Elles aussi mistert bâillonnées et des cris de protestations indistincts s'échappent de leurs gorges. Elles ont le regard terrifié devant tous ces hommes qui les regardent déjà avec convoitises.
Elles portent un collier autour du cou avec une laisse, tenues par Maria qui se réjouit déjà de les livrer à tous ces mâles en rut.


Mlle Pinaud aperçu Roger qui lui faisait signe de descendre et mister cour cognant dans sa poitrine, elle obtempéra.
A peine arriver en bas, quatre ouvriers l'encerclèrent et on lui remonta sa courte jupe en cuir laissant apparaitre les bas résille qu'elle portait. Ses escarpins noir vernis aux talons aiguilles démesurément hauts la faisaient tituber à chaque pas.
On lui dégagea les seins de mister haut et on les lui malmène. On tire sur les tétons, on lèche ses mamelons; Des doigts s'aventurent dans sa chatte. Puis dans mister cul, un index et un majeur la branlent sans ménagements.Elle pousse un gémissement. Rejoint par celui étouffé de Bénédicte, courbée sur un atelier de travail et pénétrée par un vieux maghrébin, doyen de l'usine bientôt à la retraite, malgré mister âge, il est encore en pleine forme et il besogne la femme du patron avec une joie sadique. Son ventre vient claquer contre les fesses de Bénédicte qui gémit sourdement derrière mister bâillon.



Hubert et Guillaume eux, ligotés, bâillonnés, ne participent pas, le sexe à l 'air, c'est la pire des offenses ! Assister impuissants à la déchéance de leurs épouses. Et devant leurs employés qui se moquent d'eux.
Hubert regarde sa femme, à genoux au milieu de l'usine. On lui a retiré mister bâillon, elle se débat avec 5 ouvriers qui veulent absolument lui enfoncer en même temps leurs bites dans la bouche.Ce qui n'est pas possible reconnaismisters le.
Elle lutte désespérément, crachant une queue pour en reprendre une autre, branlant une troisième.
Marie-Chantal, halète, gémit, la mâchoire déformée par l'épaisseur des bites qu'elle suce du mieux qu'elle peut. Elle donne des coups de langue sur le gland, lèche la hampe, l'engloutit de nouveau.Les rires et les insultes la font frémir de dégout.
- Putain ! Quelle salope, une vraie chienne. Elle suce comme une pro.



Maria, intéressée par Mlle Pinaud a demandé l'autorisation de s'en servir. Grand Seigneur, Roger accepte ; Maria s'est allongée sur le sol et jambes écartées se fait brouter le minou par Mlle Pinaud. Contrainte d'obéir. C'est la 1ere fois qu'elle a une relation de ce genre, sa langue d'abord timide lui titille le clitoris, ses lèvres.Maria appuit fermement sur la tête de la chef-comptable à quatre pattes sur le sol crasseux de l'usine, Un de ses bas est filé.Carlos s'approcha par derrière et, pointant sa bite aux proportions impressionnantes, encula Mlle Pinaud qui poussa un hurlement.


Bénédicte sentit que le vieil homme qui la bourrait frénétiquement se vidait sur mister dos. Elle sentit le sperme chaud couler.Elle se dit que c'était terminé mais mister répit fut de courte durée. André la souleva et l'allongea à terre. Il lui écarta les cuisses et lui lécha la fente, s'introduisant entre ses lèvres intimes. Mme de Saint-Preux, donna un coup de reins et poussa un gémissement. Les yeux hagards, elle sent ce salopard d'André lui donner de grand coups de langue dans mister intimité.Et elle mouille, elle sent sa fente s'humidifier, la cyprine couler.Elle secoue la tête de droite à gauche.André se releva, souleva ses jambes et la pénétra en poussant un rugissement. Il s'agita entre ses cuisses. La pénétrant de plus en plus loin. Bénédicte répond à ses coups de reins en ondulant du bassin.Elle gémit.
André la retourna vulgarement et la positionnant à quatre pattes comme une chienne prête pour la saillie, il l'encula.


Au comble de l'offense, Marie-Chantal, à quatre pattes également doit lécher le trou du cul d'un des ouvriers de l'usine pendant que l'autre lui déchire sa chatte tout en lui donnant des claques sur les fesses.
- Allez salope de bourgeoise, nettoie lui le cul, après, on te prendra en double.
Marie-Chantal frismisterne.Elle veut protester mais on appuie sur sa tête, la tenant par les cheveux et elle lèche l'anus de mister ouvrier.
On la tira en arrière et on la mit debout. Ses seins mistert malaxés par plusieurs mains.Un ouvrier s'allonge à terre, la bite dressée et elle doit s'empaler dessus avec une grimace.Puis, penchée en avant, elle sent le gland d'une queue powerr mister anus. Elle pousse un grognement. Empalée, enculée, les deux bites commencèrent à coulisser, ses gros seins ballotant, elle ne tarda pas à gémir.



La fin des festivités arrivant, Charles et Roger positionnèrent Bénédicte, Mlle Pinaud et Marie-Chantal au milieu de l'usine. Tous les ouvriers en cercle autour d'eux. Se branlant mécaniquement. Elles durent ouvrir la bouche pour recevoir la semence des ouvriers. On leur éjacula sur le visage, certain cherchant à viser les yeux, le nez, les lèvres. D'autre préférèrent se vider directement dans leurs bouches, les contraignant à avaler leurs foutres. Certains lâchèrent des giclées de sperme qui atterrirent sur leurs seins qu'elles durent se nettoyer mutuellement après. Léchant à petits coups de langue, le liquide poisseux.


Les trois femmes, recouvertes de sperme, se relèvent péniblement. Hubert et Guillaume, humiliés, effondrés, observent leurs femmes, le regard perdu.
Charles et André s'approchent...
- Pour un début, c'était pas mal, estime André, mais il faudra nous les ramener.
- Bien sûr, pas de problème.
Nos deux bourgeoises, épouses respectables et respectées, se regardent : Elles ont compris que leur vie ne sera plus comme avant.
Et comme pour le confirmer, Charles les interpella :
- Eh les salopes ! Et nous ? Faudrait voir à ne pas nous oublier ! Venez nous vider les couilles !
Devant leurs maris, Bénédicte et Marie-Chantal s'accroupirent, et commencèrent leurs dernières fellations de la journée.
Il y en aurait d'autres.

Merci pour ces deux textes, mais le second a déjà été publié sur ces pages...
Bonne continuation

Ma mère, pute et soumise


Salut a tous, je m’appelle Anthony. J’ai 33 ans. Ma mère, Marie, a 64 ans. C’est encore une belle femme plantureuse, blonde. Toujours habillée sexy. Elle est veuve, mon père est décédé quand j’avais 11 ans. Ma relation avec elle changea à 15 ans. Je rentrai plus tôt que prévue du bahut quand j’entendis du bruit venant de la chambre de ma mère. Je montais tout doucement les escaliers, craignant le pire. Horrifié, je découvris ma mère, en nuisette, à quatre pattes sur le lit en train de pomper la bite d’un type que je ne connaissais pas. Derrière elle, un autre mec la besognait avec fougue, lui donnant de violent coup de piston. Je voyais distinctement sa bite rentrer et sortir du ventre de ma mère. Marie s’activait sur la queue de l’autre type salivant dessus tout en le masturbant. Elle s’arrêtait par moment pour reprendre sa respiration, tout en geignant...
- Oui, oui, vas y salaud ! Bourre moi, défonce moi.
Ses gros seins ballottaient dans tous les sens. Ses fesses tremblaient à chaque coup de boutoir. Elle haletait, gémissait. L’homme empoigna ses cheveux et la força à reprendre sa fellation. Ma mère plongea sur la queue avec avidité, salivant dessus. Ecœuré mais aussi exciter, je bandais comme jamais, a tel point que mon sexe me faisait mal comprimer dans mon jean. N’en pouvant plus, je dégageais mon sexe du pantalon. Les yeux rivés sur cette scène que je n’aurais jamais pensé découvrir un jour, je me masturbais. Ma mère ondule du cul, pénétré par l’énorme bite du mec qui la défonce à grand coups de reins. Il se retira et s’allongea sur le sol de la chambre, la bite fièrement dressée. Sous les directives de ses deux amants, ma mère dut s’empaler sur la queue. Elle commença à bouger montant et descendant sur la queue…Derrière elle, l’autre type s’approche, la bite dans sa main et la pointe vers l’ouverture de ses reins. Ma mère sursauta et se retourna, une lueur affolée dans le regard :
- Non, pas ça…
- Ta gueule salope…
L e sexe força l’ouverture de mister cul, l’enculant violemment ! Maman poussa un cri. Les deux hommes commencèrent à aller et venir. Baisant ma mère par ses deux trous ! Maintenant, ma mère ne semble plus avoir mal. Elle se démène, mister corps gigotant, ses seins ballotant... Les pointes de ses nichons mistert mordillées par l’homme qui est en dessous d’elle. Celui qui est derrière elle, la pistonne violemment. Elle se fait baiser comme une chienne par ces deux mecs. Elle gueule sous les coups de queues. Ma main s’active autour de ma bite. Je vais jouir…Je vais jouir de voir ma mère se faire défoncer par ces deux types que je ne connais même pas….Annie, les joues rouges, haletante, pousse des gémissements de plus en plus fort. Les deux hommes alternent leurs coups de queues. Maman poussa soudain un long cri et s’affala sur le torse de l’homme à terre, foudroyée par l’orgasme. Les deux mecs se mirent autour de ma mère, allongé par terre, les cuisses largement écartées ce qui me permis de mater sa chatte béante, humide…Ils se branlent au dessus d’elle en haletant et en l’insultant, la traitant de putain et de salope. Annie secoue la tête de droite a gauche en gémissant, sa main a déniché mister clitoris et se branle ! Les premiers jets de spermes giclèrent allant s’écraser sur le visage de ma mère. Dans les cheveux, sur ses lèvres, mister nez…Elle en est recouverte…J’éjaculais, libérant ma semence qui alla s’écraser par terre…Apaisé, je me dépêchais de me rajuster et d’aller me cacher dans la pièce d’a coté…Les deux hommes se rhabillèrent sans accordé un seul regard a ma mère qui cuve mister orgasme affalé par terre…Essayant visiblement de reprendre sa respiration. Je venais de découvrir que ma mère était une salope ! Et j’aimais ça….

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The named author of this piece, Nudemodel, worked as a nude male art model in Cleveland and San Francisco. He also was in Germany where he was a black owned naked white piece-of-ass giving rim-jobs to sometimes-unwashed black assholes in black-dominating-white public live-sex-shows. These were performed either in peepshows owned by wealthy black Nigerians or on top of bar counters in bars owned by wealthy black Haitians. He was also a black owned naked asshole licking white piece-of-ass in black-dominating-white porn made in a studio owned by very rich black Haitians and Congolese. As a result of being in these live shows, he was procured and paid as one of several naked filthy racially Caucasian hoes who performed rim jobs on intentionally unwashed black assholes in all-black sex-parties. These white-scandal parties were given by wealthy black adults or by spoiled-brat rich black teens. Here, however, the defiled black owned low-life white cuckold publishes the tape-recorded experiences of a black bull who had bred with his asshole-licking filthy white slut wife. An educated black ghostwriter had to recast his high-school-dropout bad writing below.

I am a black bull. I gave my version of the story to my black owned prissy-sissy whiteboy cuckold who calls himself Nudemodel. This high school dropout white slut calls himself a writer, but he had a college-educated black ghostwriter recast it.

I am not just your usual black bull. For several years I have been part of an umbrella organization founded in New Orleans the 1950s called Negroes Subjugating Caucasians. The five black bulls that I run with and other more vigorous black bulls are actually part of a more defiant offshoot of Negroes Subjugating Caucasians called Blacks Subjugating Whites.

I am a tall, athletic, muscular healthy superior black bull. We five black bulls are all similar in that regard. The two black owned, low-life, inferior white sex-pigs have now been fully blacked by the other superior black bulls and me. Let me begin at the point when several other black bulls and I moved on this filthy inferior white breeding sow and her stupid feminized and psychologically castrated filthy inferior whiteboy cuckold.

We tamed and trained the filthy white female piece-of-ass to be a slavish obedient white breeding sow for us five masculine well-educated black bulls. We turned her cuckold filthy white husband into a tame emasculated effeminate whiteboy shemale who wore lipstick, eye shadow, mascara, nail polish, and spike-heel shoes.

It was easy because both she and her filthy white cuckold husband craved to submit to and gratify any and all superior blacks. They worshiped men, women, boys, and girls of black African descent as being created superior to degenerate and inferior Caucasians like themselves.

This account starts some years ago when the five bros and I began fucking a black-worshipping filthy white piece-of-ass as one of her black bulls.

I went over the following material with her filthy Caucasian cuckold, a black-worshipping stupid white male bitch who posts nonfiction interracial sex stories, all rewritten by black ghostwriters, under the penname Nudemodel. This crazy-ass white high school dropout slut of course badly wrote some of it. I talked into a tape recorder for most of it and then he and I had a college-educated black ghostwriter write this account properly.

The inferior filthy Caucasian sissy cuckold was even then a middle-aged white male bitch with a slight potbelly. This middle-aged whiteboy bitch, named Tom, had married a sexy eighteen-year-old blue-eyed blonde filthy white slut named Linda. She had sexual cravings that he could not satisfy, and both of these inferior filthy white sex-pigs yearned to submit to and sexually gratify members of our superior black race.

These two black-worshipping inferior white pieces-of-ass doggedly sought us out and repeatedly text-messaged us because they said that they lusted to serve and surrender to superior blacks to make up for three hundred years of slavery and apologize for their own former white supremacist leanings. They said that they had come to realize that we blacks were superior. And they wanted all of us superior blacks to subjugate, dominate, and sexually use all inferior whites, including them.

Some weeks earlier the filthy whiteboy slut had found out that several of us superior black men were fucking his filthy white slutwife at our workplace. When he confronted her, she admitted it. She told her fool white mutha fukka husband that we were trying to impregnate her with our superior black seed, and she wanted to have as many of our superior black babies as she could.

While the sexy blue-eyed blonde named Linda was fucking us at the workplace we found out that she was a filthy and very eager and enthusiastic black ass eater. She absolutely craved to get her filthy Caucasian mouth and tongue on and in black assholes. And like many if not most filthy white pieces-of-ass, this black-worshipping white bitch obsessively craved to lick unclean black assholes squeaky clean.

The Blacks Subjugating Whites group would not accept white breeding stock that would not lick unwashed black assholes clean. So all of our blacked and black owned filthy-tongued white breeding stock licked-out and tongue-fucked unwashed black assholes and virtually did it a number of times every day.

It kept the naked white pieces-of-ass apprised of their degenerate defiled inferior place. Moreover each filthy act of anilingus tended to graphically demonstrate to us superior black masters, as well as to the naked subjugated inferior white pieces-of-ass, another interesting fact.

It was that the narrower shape of typical Caucasian faces seemed to have been created so that white faces fit snugly and cozily when shamefully buried into the crack between the rich smooth ebony flesh of superior black buttocks. So we black masters were able to persuade the naked subjugated white ass-eaters that we were allowing them to fulfill their white destiny to deliver up their inferior Caucasian faces into our superior black asses.

On a purely sensual level, it was always an exciting sexual turn-on to have the slick satiny filthy tongue of a naked inferior white piece-of-ass stimulating our superior black assholes. The Blacks Subjugating Whites groups did some research and found that filthy Caucasian tongues stimulating superior black male assholes stiffened the erections of our large meaty superior black phalluses and thus promoted our breeding virility with the naked subjugated Caucasian breeding livestock.

We black bulls found that when naked filthy Caucasian sex-pigs were disgustingly licking our cuckolds browniety black assholes clean it was an even more exciting sexual thrill. Filthy Caucasian tongues licking our unwashed cuckolds browniety black assholes additionally stiffened the erections of our large meaty superior black phalluses and made fucking the inferior white pieces-of-ass in the cunt, mouth, or ass even more sexually stimulating. And it made our ejaculations of sperm even more potent and gratifying.

The naked white breeding stock relished it. Shortly before she officially became our filthy white breeding sow, the blue-eyed blonde piece-of-ass named Linda told her husband that she got intense psychological and physical pleasure from dirtily licking-out and tongue-fucking our unwashed cuckolds browniety black assholes. Her surrender to the degradation, disgust, and dirtiness of it was psychologically thrilling and sexually arousing. And she also mentioned to him that she loved being fucked in her mouth and deep down her throat and in her ass by our large meaty superior black cocks. Her filthy white sissy cuckold husband approved of it.

So we five black bulls finally took Linda and Tom up on being our permanent subjugated naked Caucasian sex-pigs. We turned our previous white breeder and cuckold over to the Blacks Subjugating Whites organization, and they turned them and their by then five black-bred boys and girls over to a group of seven newbie black bulls, all eighteen or nineteen years old.

We told Linda and Tom, as we told all of the other inferior whites we acquired, that we would have to get them permanent criminal records for sex-crimes. Moreover, they would have to sign model releases and be naked on-camera in at least 20 black-dominating-white porn videos where they licked-out and tongue-fuck conspicuously unwashed black assholes.

They said they would have to talk that over with us. We knew from Blacks Subjugating Whites meetings and website anecdotes about our black owned naked white naturals that this always meant the whites had accepted those conditions and relished their upcoming permanent white racial defeat, defilement, and scandal.

Linda and Tom invited us five masculine athletic black bulls over to their house in a mixed-race neighborhood so she could become our filthy white breeding sow and he could become our dirty degenerate whiteboy cuckold. They said that we all could "talk about it a little" before they became a part of what they termed "these interracial encounters."

The two simpleminded suburb-raised whities expected it to be a pleasant little white middle-class get together where we would all get to know one another. They had gotten case of beer and phoned out for a pizza for us.

But the two white sluts precisely fit the Blacks Subjugating Whites profile for filthy white breeding sow and filthy white cuckold and it had never been wrong. As a result, we had already accepted Linda and Tom as our black owned filthy white sex-meat. They were not going to manipulate us in a nice little social gathering. We had made our own plans for their black owned inferior white racial asses.

To impress and intimidate them, we arrived dressed in our expensive tailored business suits. When the filthy whiteboy mutha fukka met us at the door, he thought at first that we were some kind of religious missionaries.

But the sexy ass-eating eighteen-year-old blue-eyed blonde slut wife knew us. We had been black fucking her for several months. She knew and relished the taste of our superior black assholes.

She knew that we were black business executives and professional athletes. She knew at heart that we were the ones who were going to subjugate her and a silly emasculated white cuckold bitch like him.

To set the tone of a pleasant little social get-together she wore a flower-patterned summer dress and Wal-Mart white flat shoes. Her older husband had on neatly pressed khaki slacks, a white shirt, and loafers.

Both of them wore cheap watches. She had on a cheap necklace of plastic baubles and a pair of gold-ring earrings. Interestingly, neither of them wore rings.

They had clearly envisioned us black bulls and them sitting around and politely chatting while we sipped beer and nibred pizza.

"Hi guys," she greeted us with a bright friendly smile. "Won't you come in. We've got lots of beer and I ordered some extra large everything pizzas."

"Hi," her sissy cuckold chimed in with a strained smile. "Sit down and make yourselves comfortable."

"Hi Linda and Tom," I said. The other four black bulls offered similar perfunctory greetings as we stepped inside.

As she strode haughtily back into the living room in her spike-heel shoes, she coyly turned her head and looked back at us with an amused mischievous smile. I noted the fine shape of her swaying ass under her tight fitting stylish black skirt.

"Did you guys have a nice drive over here?" she asked in her usual snooty arrogant tone as she stopped and turned to us near a chair.

I looked firmly at both of them. "I guess you're both clear why we're here," I said.

"Yes, of course," she said with a shrug that slightly lifted the shoulders of her new white blouse. "You guys said that you were part of a larger group that has set up these interracial encounters before." "Linda, let's not superimpose polite white euphemisms and white cultural daintiness on why we're all here in this room," I said.

"Okay, tell me about it," she told me with a snobbish shrug. "What's this club you belong to?"

"Blacks Subjugating Whites," I said. "Okay?"

"I guess," she said with another shrug. "Doesn't bother me. Maybe a lot of us whites need to be subjugated by you blacks to make up for slavery and white racism and all that." "Good," I said. "Okay, let's get right to it. Do you want to be our naked subjugated black owned filthy white racial sex-swine from now on?"

The brazen question did not exactly take Linda aback. This was what she and her husband had been trying to get for months. But she did hesitate. "Uh, yes," she told us after a pause.

Right then and there, a few steps in from the open front door, we five black men looked at each other decided to accept her available sexy white ass for breeding and sexual pleasures and to accept him as a sissy feminized white cuckold.

"Okay, filthy white bitches, we accept," I said. "You're now our black owned inferior white racial sex-meat. Okay? Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," she said with a bright eager smile. "Okay with me."

"Same," her whiteboy husband said. "Okay with me, too."

"Okay you two filthy white bitches," I said. "Strip your inferior black owned white flesh totally naked. You need to look like and realize that you are our two-legged naked Caucasian farm naturals every minute of every day from now on."

They stood there for a second with surprised blank looks on their newly black owned white faces. Her face twisted slightly from a realization that this was, indeed, it. But then she shot me a sham smile to let me know it was all okay with her. And her whiteboy cuckold husband gave me a nod that it was okay with him.

"Strip! I said strip!" I told them. "Everything. No clothes, jewelry, or watches! You are now our naked black owned filthy Caucasian naturals. Animals don't wear clothes."

She sighed, twisted her lips, blinked her blue eyes, and brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair back. He blinked his brown eyes and scratched his head. But they both knew what they now were and what had to happen. They obediently began undressing in front of us and in front of the open door to the street.

We watched our new filthy white breeding sow and her filthy whiteboy bitch husband strip completely naked. Neither of them hesitated to totally strip. Both took off their watches, and the young blonde took off her cheap necklace and earrings. We knew that we had obedient white sex-meat.

After the two filthy white bitches both stripped down to absolutely nothing except their surrendered inferior Caucasian flesh, we conspicuously looked over their black owned white flesh and sex-organs. To bring home to them their new black owned powerlessness and subjugation, we left the door to the street wide open.

Houses on either side and directly across the street were boarded up from the subprime crisis. It was a rundown mixed-race but predominately black neighborhood. It had its share of black and white hookers, hoe houses, and black pimps. It was rubbish collection day and their plastic garbage cans were on the curb.

One of the other black bulls picked up their clothes, watches, and jewelry and carried them outside. The naked white sluts watched as he threw them into a garbage can. They looked momentarily shocked. But they clearly did not want to rebuff us five expensively dressed superior black males and gulped and accepted their new black owned subjugation.

"From this minute on you inferior filthy Caucasian naturals are to stay totally naked. You're our naked trained sex-swine while you are inside this house," one of us told them, "You are to stay totally natural naked in here whether we superior blacks are here or not."

"We're throwing away all of your former clothes. We brought one new set of our specially designed and indecent hoe attire for when you might have to go somewhere with us," another black bull told the two naked Caucasian swine.

And even as he said it, two black bulls went to the closet, gathered up all their clothes, and hauled them down to the garbage can.

I had brought a stack of hip-hop CDs and a player. I turned it on and the beat of rap music filled the room. The only entertainment that they would watch on their TV screen from now on were hip-hop CDs and black-dominating-white porn videos. The latter would include, as time went by, many that they appeared in on Internet black and interracial sites, all of them with scenes of degenerate naked whites performing anilingus on superior black assholes.

"When we superior blacks are here, you two naked filthy white bitches have to stand with your legs apart while holding onto your black owned nude white buttocks with both hands," I told them. "You also have to keep your filthy white sex-organ mouths open. And when any of superior blacks are around, you will only speak with your white sex-organ mouths when a superior black permister permits you to."

Without being further asked, they both stood naked near the open front door and spread their legs apart, placed their hands on their bare white buttocks, and opened their sex-organ mouths. I looked over their black owned Caucasian flesh and sex-organs for a long minute.

"I talked to you on the phone about getting you two criminal records and being in our filthy asshole-licking interracial porn," I told them. "You two told me that said they would have to talk that over with us. You have my superior black permission to answer yes or no."

"Yes," Linda said. Then she took her right hand off of her bare white right buttock and waved a pointing finger at me. "But I thought it over and…

I interrupted. "Just yes or no, naked filthy white piece-of-ass. You're my black owned white sex-pig now. Our white naturals don't talk back to us. And put your black owned Caucasian hand back on your black owned naked Caucasian ass in the presence of us superior blacks."

The debased naked blonde piece-of-ass shot me an annoyed glare with her big blue eyes. But then she obeyed and put her white right hand back on the white flesh of her bare right white buttock. I looked at her black owned shaved cunt and then at Tom. He just nodded his yes.

"Well, let me put it to you this way," I said. "We have arranged for criminal records for all of our other filthy white sows and cuckolds in our larger group of African-Americans, Africans, and Caribbean’s called Blacks Subjugating Whites. This is so you don't daydream about going beck to where you were.

All three of us looked out the open door and saw a police car pull up. Out stepped two black policewomen, and they came marching up the walk and into the house.

"They're here to officially arrest you two naked white sex-pigs for prostitution," I told the two naked white naturals. "But don't worry. They're part of our Blacks Subjugating Whites organization. They're not taking you anywhere."

"Just mug shots and a criminal record for prostitution," the tallest black policewoman told them. "That way neither of you filthy naked Caucasian cattle can get jobs if you ever decide to back out of being a filthy white breeding sow and a filthy white sissy cuckold."

One of the black policewomen held up a roll-down backdrop in back of the naked white sluts. Only their faces were photographed while they held official case numbers in front of them.

That policewoman stepped over to naked Tom and insolently felt around his bare black owned white ass. "You get to lick my cuckolds browniety black asshole clean later on," she told him with a pat on his ass. He gave her a smile and nodded approval of it.

"Any objections?" I asked as they were being photographed for criminal records files. "You to naked white naturals have my superior black permission to answer yes if you approve. We require your total subjugation to being our naked black owned Caucasian sex-livestock. If you answer no, this meeting is all over. You'll have to find other superior blacks to suck, fuck, and rim."

"Do you agree to have permanent criminal records for prostitution, solicitation, indecent exposure, and sexual worryation?" another black bull asked them.

"Yes," Linda said in a resentful tone after a momentary pause. "Yes," she added more positively and firmly.

"Yes," Tom said meekly.

"Later today we will have your white facial identities and your naked white asses on-camera in black-dominating-white porn for hundreds of black and interracial web sites and hundreds of thousands of viewers worldwide," I told them while they were being photographed. "We have a black male and black female porno models coming over. Within a few months you'll have been in at least twenty more, and you'll lick-out and tongue-fuck intentionally and noticeably cuckolds browniety black assholes on-camera in all of them."

"If you totally approve of this without any reservations, you have our superior black permission to say yes," one of the other black bulls told the naked filthy white sex-naturals. "If you don't approve, we're done here. What do you two naked white sex-pigs say?"

"Yes," Linda said with a gulp and a weak nod.

"Yes," Tom said with a nod while biting his lip.

"Your white friends, relatives, neighbors, coworkers, fellow students, and acquaintances will all know you as naked nigger-worshipping filthy white pornographic pieces-of-ass. Eventually most of them will see you publicly licking-out and tongue-fucking dozens of conspicuously cuckolds browniety African-American, Black African, and Black Caribbean assholes for legitimate lewd entertainment," the other black bull said.

"You can never go back to your old lives or any dignity, decency, or self-respect again," I said. "We have out-and-out power over your black owned naked Caucasian asses."

"But the fact is that all of our naked black owned white sex-pigs like you are comfortable with their situations. They never protest," the other black bull said. "They know that they are atoning for white racism and slavery and this purges them of their white guilt. For our part, we get your subjugated naked white asses to sexually get off on and amuse ourselves with, a win-win situation for all."

"So you two naked white naturals have my superior black permission to say yes one last time if you approve of all of this. When you say yes, you surrender all of your white racial reputation, morality, and self-respect to us superior blacks and become our black owned white sex-naturals," I said. I gave Linda a nod of permission to answer yes.

"Yes," she said with firmness indicating defiance, desire, and capitulation.

"Yes," her whiteboy cuckold husband said with a nod.

The two black cops had done a dozen other naked white breeding sows and cuckold husbands Blacks Subjugating Whites organization. They knew the routine. They finished photographing and handed the two naked sex-pigs official arrest forms and guilty plea forms for them to sign.

The two naked white sluts signed them and became criminals with criminal records for prostitution, indecent exposure, and solicitation. Warrants for their arrests should they leave the premises without superior black permission or superior black escorts.

The two black cops walked back out, got into their police car, and drove off. As they did, two chattering black women who were pushing baby carriages with black babies strolled by on the sidewalk. They glanced in, clearly saw the two white sex-swine standing naked, and exchanged snickers and winks.

To a degree our reputation followed us from neighborhood to neighborhood. The two black women saw our black Cadillac SUV at the curb, saw us five expensively suited black men standing relaxed, and saw their two naked white friends standing with their mouths open and holding onto their nude Caucasian buttocks with both hands.

"Hello Linda and Tom," one of the black women said with a touch of mockery to the two naked sluttish white swine.

"Nice day, isn't it, Linda and Tom?" the other said to them in a taunting tone.

The two black ladies stood there for a noticeable moment looking over the two naked white sex-swine to taunt and mock them for being the naked white sex-naturals that they knew that they now were. And then they continued on their way toward a corner where three scantily clad white hookers were talking with their black pimp who was publicly feeling one of their Caucasian buttocks. We five black bulls saw that it was that kind of mixed neighborhood and we would have no problems.

Then I closed the door. The two naked filthy white bitches remained obediently silent and standing with their legs apart. They kept holding onto their bare Caucasian buttocks, and kept their sex-organ mouths open.

Just then the pizza delivery permister rang the doorbell. One of the other black bulls opened it. The pizza delivery guy was a maybe nineteen-year-old black boy.

He heard the hip-hop beat, saw the two stark naked filthy white bitches standing with their legs spread apart, their hands on their bare white buttocks, and their sex-organ mouths open. The naked white slut wife had ordered the pizza and momentarily forgot she was now our naked filthy white piece-of-ass.

"Is that two 'Everything Pizzas?'" she blurted out to the black pizza boy.

He looked over her naked Caucasian flesh, her shaved twat, and her small, almost flat breasts. "Yes, Ma'am," he said with businesslike politeness.

And then he took note of us five black bulls in our expensive tailored suits. He saw that we were in control of a situation he was not at all against, and handed us the two large "everything" pizzas. We paid him and tipped him a twenty. He cast one last dirty grin at our two naked filthy white bitches as I closed the door. We heard him drive off.

I went over and gave the naked white girl a sharp slap on her face. "You naked filthy white bitches are our livestock. You don't talk unless a superior black permister tells you that you can talk. Nod if you understand."

She glared and scowled at being slapped, but she nodded that she understood. And by doing so she let us black bulls know that she accepted our right to dominate and control her subjugated white ass.

We five black bulls put the pizza on the table. We took cans of beer from the cartons. We stayed dressed while we ate pizza and drank beer and sat in our easy chairs and on the couch. We talked, joked, and had a good time for about a half-hour.

Sometimes we looked over the two filthy naked white bitches' Caucasian flesh and sex-organs to make sport of their new status of debased naked white subjugation to our black supremacy. The young attractive ass-eating blonde white girl and the middle-aged whiteboy cuckold stood submissively facing us with their white legs compliantly spread apart. They kept their sex-organ mouths solicitously open, and held their bare white buttocks to demonstrate their inferior white subjugation to our superior black domination.

It confirmed that the naked white slut wife was now our filthy white breeding sow. She and her naked filthy whiteboy cuckold meant to let us black bulls know that they were now our black owned low-life naked white sex-flesh. She would be our good slavish white breeding sow and ass-eating white sex-object and he would be our good subservient white sissy shemale cuckold.

They stood naked, silent, and obediently stupid looking with their mouths open to advertise them as sex-organs. And they slavishly held onto their bare white buttocks with both hands to underscore their stripped naked subordination.

Their black owned white crotches were shaved. He had a shriveled small white penis. Her face and body were sexy and attractive, but her breasts were small and almost flat. The two naked Caucasian sex-swine looked like fool white sex-playthings looking forward to submitting to any and all superior black sexual designs on their bare Caucasian flesh.

We five black bulls eventually ate all of the pizza and drank all of the beer. We then pulled out a paper with our demands and dictated them to the two naked filthy white bitches. With their mouths open and while they held onto their bare white buttocks, our naked filthy white breeding sow and naked filthy whiteboy cuckold husband totally agreed to our white breeding sow and white cuckold rules.

These were general rules that the larger organization of black bulls had made for their filthy white breeding sows and their filthy white sissy cuckolds. The first thing that they had to do was admit to their white inferiority and honor our black superiority. It was not hard for either them or us to believe. We dominant and well-dressed black bulls were clearly superior to the two worthless naked low-life filthy white-trash bitches. There was never any argument.

The filthy naked white breeding sow and filthy naked whiteboy cuckold had to agree and state to the all of the breeding black bulls that all black men, women, boys, and girls were racially and sexually superior to whites. Naked and inferior filthy white bitches agree always address all breeding black bulls as "Superior Black Sir" and all other black men, women, boys, and girls as either "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am."

2. Filthy white bitches shall always willingly go on-camera naked and engage in sex-acts, including giving rim jobs, recipient water sports, and receiving bullwhippings and other BDSM, for any photographing or video-making black permister. This included white-white sex-acts with each other or other inferior degenerate whites. The filthy white breeding sow and cuckold would always sign model releases to allow the videos and pictures to be published on the Internet and published and exhibited other places. Digital cameras and video cameras with computer with an Internet access for uploading images would always be kept in the house for those purposes.

3. The filthy white breeding sow and the filthy white cuckold shall give copies of keys to the house to each of us black bulls and to all other superior black men, women, boys, and girls approved by us. This shall include all new black bulls and all spouses, girlfriends, and adult youngren black bulls who might also want to breed with their filthy naked white breeding sow or use her subjugated white flesh for their sexual gratification, sport, or entertainment.

4. Both our filthy white breeding sow and the filthy whiteboy cuckold shall always be totally naked like subhuman beasts while inside or while near the house outside or when inside any other place allowed by their black masters. When one or more black bulls or any other superior black men, women, boys, or girls let themselves into the house, the naked filthy white naturals shall assume a sixty-nine position on the couch, bed, or floor. They shall then lick around each other's assholes until permitted to stop by a superior black permister.

5. As a general rule by our larger organization of black bulls, the naked white naturals shall then stand up, open their sex-organ mouths, and confirm their white presentation to our superior black dominance by placing their hands on their bare white buttocks with their white legs spread apart. Additionally filthy white pieces-of-ass shall sometimes have their wrists would be handcuffed behind their backs until we black bulls were finished using them and are ready to leave. When black bulls begin using our naked filthy white breeding sow for sexual gratification and for breeding she no longer has to keep her sex-organ mouth open. But the naked filthy whiteboy shemale cuckold shall sometimes have to remain with his sex-organ mouth open and keep silent with his wrists handcuffed behind his back. He shall stay that way until all of us black bulls are ready to leave the house, unless one of us or any other superior black man, woman, boy, or girl commanded that the naked effeminate whiteboy slut do otherwise.

6. Before we black bulls begin breeding with our filthy white breeding sow or using her for our sexual sport and amusement, she shall always use her filthy sex-organ mouth and tongue to lick-out and tongue-fuck all of our superior black assholes, including, when needed, licking our cuckolds browniety black assholes clean. And our naked filthy white sow and the filthy whiteboy cuckold both shall have a tattoo above their buttocks that reads: "I love to lick cuckolds browniety black assholes clean."

7. We black bulls and all other superior black men, women, boys, and girls shall be at liberty to bullwhip the bare subjugated white asses whenever we take a notion to and for as long as we want to. Chains and restraints shall be installed to restrain the naked white naturals for bullwhipping, and several hefty leather bullwhips shall be kept in the house for that purpose.

8. Each time prior to us black bulls actually using our naked filthy white breeding sow for breeding and sexual gratification, the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold shall lick-out and tongue-fuck her asshole to stimulate her sexual desires. Unless requested not to, he shall also eat her pussy. Then she shall lick-out and tongue-fuck our black assholes while he continues to lick her asshole. This is to arouse her, stimulate her cunt juices, and lubricate her cunt to improve our sexual enjoyment of her white flesh and to improve our superior black breeding chances with her.

(As it turned out, our naked filthy white sow not only craved to use her filthy white sex-organ mouth to lick-out and tongue-fuck all superior black assholes, her oral activity on our washed or unwashed superior black male assholes always aroused us and brought on erections. Our large meaty black cocks then slipped effortlessly into our naked filthy white sow's cunt when we began fucking her.)

After we five well-dressed black bulls finished reading our demands to them, we allowed the two naked whites to use their sex-organ mouths answer.

The two white bitches had by then stood naked for a half-hour with their sex-organ mouths open and holding onto their bare white buttocks to declare their inferior white capitulation to our superior black power.

"Do you agree to those terms, naked filthy white sex-pigs?" I asked the two naked white naturals while I looked over their white flesh and sex-organs. "You may use your filthy Caucasian sex-organ white mouths to answer."

"Yes, thank you, Superior Black Sir. I agree to all of those terms and look forward to fulfilling them and serving you as your naked filthy white breeding sow, Superior Black Sir," our young sexy ass-eating blonde and blue-eyed breeding sow said.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir, I agree to all of those terms and look forward to fulfilling them and serving you as your naked sissy whiteboy cuckold, Superior Black Sir," the middle-aged whiteboy cuckold answered.

I looked over the filthy white girl's sexy naked body for a second. An old lyric from 2 Live Crew came to mind.

"I'm going to let you lick my ass up and down, lick 'till your tongue turns doodoo brown," I told her.

"Oh, thank you, Superior Black Sir," she said. "I like that, Superior Black Sir."

We black bulls turned to each other with sneers and snickers. I doubt if the naked white bitch knew where the words came from.

One of the other bros added, "You can put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole, too."

"Yes, thank you, Superior Black Sir," she said while holding her bare white buttocks with both hands. We snickered some more as we looked over her sexy fuckable Caucasian cunt.

And then we five superior black bulls immediately began using our sexy and filthy white sow for breeding and for our sexual amusement.

I have to note here that I noticed one interesting thing. Our filthy white sow seldom had an immediate clitoral erection when the filthy whiteboy cuckold began licking-out her asshole. But as soon as she began licking our black assholes clean and sputtering and spitting out distasteful cuckolds browniety saliva, I could see that her clitoris became a hard erect knob. Licking our superior black male assholes clean and licking-out and tongue-fucking our superior black assholes really turned the naked filthy white bitch on.

And almost every day, and sometimes several times a day, a black bull let himself in. The two naked filthy white bitches immediately got into a sixty-nine position, usually on the floor near the door, and licked around each others assholes until a superior black permitted them to stop. That was the way we superior black bulls bred with our naked filthy white sow and used her for our sexual gratification, sport, and amusement while the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold watched.

Sometimes we would have both our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy shemale cuckold stand with their mouths open and with our hands holding their bare buttocks while we drank beer and talked and joked with one other. We would always later use her to lick our superior black anal flesh clean and use her for breeding and sexual fun while the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold watched with his mouth open and holding his bare white buttocks.

Sometimes we brought our black wives, black girlfriends, or some black hoes to watch, play sex-games with the naked Caucasian sex-swine, photograph and video-record them, or just sit around talking among ourselves while looking over their naked white flesh and sex-organs to let them know our black supremacy. Sometimes we would give them permission to use their sex-organ mouths to converse with us and we would talk with them and taunt them while they stood naked with their sex-organ mouths open and obediently holding onto their bare white buttocks.

When we frequently brought one or more black females to the house, our naked filthy white sow would always begin by licking black bull's cuckolds browniety asshole clean, and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold would always begin by licking the black female's cuckolds browniety asshole clean.

When this was the case, our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold would be sputtering out cuckolds brownie-tainted spit at the same time. Sometimes they would be looking unfeelingly at each other's debased white faces and bare white flesh while they sputtered out distasteful cuckolds browniety saliva and then returned their tongues to lick superior black assholes clean again.

And after that we black bulls and our black female companions partied with our naked filthy white sow. Our naked filthy white sow was pleased to lick all of our superior black assholes clean while the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold watched. The white breeding sow often spit or sputtered out dirtied saliva from her asshole-licking mouth.

We black bulls fucked our naked filthy white sow in the cunt, ass, and mouth while the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold stood and watched with his mouth open and holding onto his bare white buttocks with both hands. We always had the filthy whiteboy bitch submit to sucking-off the creampied filthy white sow's cunt to an orgasm. We had him lick-out her creampied asshole and French-kiss her facialized lips and mouth. He loved to slavishly submit to savoring a lot of slimy and bad tasting cum that came from our black cocks.

After that we black bulls and our black female companions got dressed and left without saying anything more to them.

This was the way things went for the first year. One or more of us black bulls would let ourselves in. Our filthy naked white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold would rush to kneel naked in front of us and touch their heads to the floor. Then they would stand up, open their mouths, and place their hands on their bare white buttocks.

We five superior black bulls were athletic, muscular, and virile. Our filthy naked white sow became pregnant with one of our black babies almost immediately.

All five of us superior black males and often some of our superior black female spouses, girlfriends, or black hoes, kept coming over once or twice per day, and often three or four times every day. We used our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold for sexual gratification and amusement.

Sometimes we expensively-dressed superior blacks just sat around talking, eating, and takeing while our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold stood naked and silent like naturals with their mouths open and holding onto their bare white buttocks. Occasionally we might allow them to use their sex-organ mouths to answer us.

When we came over, we led our naked filthy white breeding sow to either the living room couch or to the bedroom. There she would lick-out and tongue-fuck our black assholes. We black bulls could usually tell when she was licking a cuckolds browniety black male asshole clean because she would usually sputter out cuckolds brownie-tainted spit. While she was giving us superior black males and occasionally superior black females rim jobs, the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold would lick her asshole and eat her pussy.

After the naked whiteboy cuckold had done that he stood with his mouth open and holding onto his bare buttocks while he watched.

Initially we would fuck her cunt to breed. But she became pregnant right away. After that we usually fucked her in her sex-organ mouth or in her ass for fun and sexual gratification.

None of us black bulls knew which black bull got her pregnant. And none of us cared to know. It was only important that she bred with superior blacks and had a superior half-black baby.

During her pregnancy we used her white flesh, cunt, mouth, and ass for sexual gratification, sport, and fun. Our pregnant naked filthy white sow was obviously not only for breeding.

Quite often we videotaped and photographed our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold while she licked-out and tongue-fucked black assholes. Their white faces and facial identities were always captured, but our superior black male or female flesh was only seen from the waist down. These images showing the naked filthy white sow's and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's facial identities and their interracial sex-acts were immediately posted on black or interracial porn sites.

Often our black wives, black girlfriends, or black hoes who came to have sport with the naked filthy white breeding sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold were pregnant. As always, our naked filthy white breeding sow licked the superior black male assholes and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold licked the superior black female assholes clean before they did anything else.

The first dark-skinned baby boy was born ten months after we black bulls had begun using our naked filthy white sow to breed.

During the second year our naked filthy white breeding sow successfully bred and became pregnant with one of us black bulls' kid again. And a year after that another dark-skinned baby girl was born. We black bulls were, of course, pleased that we had successfully bred with our naked filthy white sow three times.

Then, after being a white cuckold for us and our white sow for over three years, the white slut wife and he had a spat over some nonsense. She went with her three legally black and very black-appearing growing boys and girls to live with her lady.

To retaliate against her for making him become a white cuckold, the filthy stupid white male bitch went to Germany and became a naked asshole-licking filthy white piece-of-ass in black-dominating-white open-to-public sex-shows. These live-sex-shows were on top of bar counters in bars that were open to the public or in peepshows. As a result of being seen in these, he got on-camera giving rim jobs to black females in black-dominating-white European porn.

He also got even with her by being a naked asshole-licking filthy white male hoe for all-black sex-parties for black adults and black teenagers.

He did that for two years and then came back to America. He lived by himself for another year after he came back from Germany. But then he hooked up with his white slut wife again.

While he was away, however, she had found herself another white cuckold and several more black bulls. That other defiled white male slut had stayed on as her cuckold for about a year.

She, the new cuckold, all the black bulls who had bred with her, and millions of Internet viewers had, by then, seen the filthy porn videos and still photos the first whiteboy cuckold was in. We black bulls made sure that our naked filthy white breeding sow saw the commercial dirty pictures and videos.

As a result, the first filthy whiteboy cuckold came back to her as a widely seen and known naked asshole-licking filthy white piece-of-ass.

"The main reamister I'm letting you come back is that you are now more widely seen asshole-licking filthy white male piece-of-ass," she told him. "If you're my filthy white cuckold you'll attract more black bulls to breed with me while they see you watching."

But she left unsaid the fact that he was now at least as filthy a public asshole-licking white piece-of-ass for superior blacks as she was. And he was more publicly seen as a naked filthy white piece-of-ass for superior blacks.

So anyway, again he became her cuckold shemale white husband. But while another black bull and I stayed on, now he was a white cuckold to four other different very large and very black athletic bulls with large meaty black cocks.

Four of us six black bulls were different black bulls. The others had bred with our naked filthy white sow and moved on to good jobs in executive suites and athletic fields and basketball courts.

But all of us black bulls were part of the same larger group of black bulls who had been using our naked filthy white sow for breeding and sexual sport before. Thus the four new black bulls knew all about the two naked filthy white bitches from the others and had seen all of the porn videotapes and porn photographs that previous black bulls had made of them. And they had seen the ones that the original filthy whiteboy cuckold had made in Germany.

Because we were part of this larger group, we had the same eight cuckold rules for their naked filthy white sow and her filthy whiteboy sissy cuckold.

But by now the dark-skinned girl was walking and talking. And her half-black sister was toddling around. And even the youngest half-black boy was growing in awareness.

"You two naked filthy white sluts know that the kids you are raising are officially black, of African ancestry, don't you?" I told the two naked Caucasian sex-naturals.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," our naked filthy white sow said.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold added.

"Well, from now on address the boy as "Superior Black Sir" and the girls as "Superior Black Ma'am" whenever you two naked filthy white sluts talk to them," I told them.

So our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold always addressed her two superior black girls and her superior black boy as either "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am" after that.

It made our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold think of themselves as being known as naked white sex-pigs in front of the smart superior black kids after that.

The new situation was quite unlike when this filthy whiteboy cuckold had been a white cuckold before he went to Germany. Being a totally naked white cuckold now had become slightly awkward with the two growing dark-skinned and legally black girls and a growing dark-skinned and legally black boy that the black bulls had bred. As they grew up with two degenerately naked inferior adult whites in the house, they naturally began to perceive and comprehend what was going on.

The black bulls had bought all of the clothes, shoes, and other things that the racially black boy and girls needed, and the black bulls' naked filthy white breeding sow and the naked filthy white cuckold kept the dark-skinned girls and boy well dressed and well fed.

It was intentionally demeaning for the our naked filthy white breeding sow and the naked filthy sissy whiteboy shemale cuckold to always be conspicuously naked and behaving like subjugated black owned inferior whites in the house. They had to be naked all day in front of the two decently dressed superior black girls and a decently dressed superior black boy that black bulls had bred with her.

Moreover, the naked white naturals were not allowed to talk to the two black girls and the black boy unless one of the superior black girls or the superior black boy gave them permission to speak. In addition, if the black girls and boy wanted them to stand with their mouths wide open while holding onto their bare white buttocks, the two naked white naturals had to do it.

The naked white naturals addressed the superior black girls as Superior Black Ma'am and the superior black boy as Superior Black Sir. The girls and boy would sometimes exchange snickering comments about the older white naturals being required to exhibit their naked black owned white sex-organs, their black-subjugated bare white asses, and inferior white flesh in general.

The two superior black girls and the superior black boy always watched when a superior black man, woman, boy, or girl let themselves in and the two naked filthy white naturals got into a sixty-nine position and licked-out each other's assholes in front of them.

The dark-skinned girls and boy continued to grow up. The original filthy effeminate whiteboy shemale cuckold stayed on as naked white husband and cuckold. The filthy white breeding sow stayed naked and was clearly available for breeding and sex-games with us black bulls. This continued until the dark-skinned girls and boy were eight, seven, and six.

We black bulls had good educations. We sent the black girls and boy to a special private school. We also spent time tutoring the girls and boy in science, math, history, and English.

While we were tutoring the superior black girls and boy, our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold usually stood near the girls and boy and us with our mouths open and holding onto their bare white buttocks. And they were not just naked and demonstrating their inferior white surrender to our superior black power.

She usually had cum on her lewd white face from blowjobs and facials by our black cocks. He usually had cum on his face from orally cleaning her juicy creampied cunt or her juicy creampied asshole, or from French-kissing her juicy cum-filled mouth.

So the superior black girls and boy sometimes saw copious and noticeable batches of cum on the naked filthy white breeding sow's and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's faces as they stood naked with their sex-organ mouths open while submissively holding their bare white buttocks.

"What is that on the naked white naturals' faces?" the oldest black girl asked us one day.

"Oh, that's black subjugation and white shame goo," I said. "Inferior whites flaunt their surrender to us superior black masters and show off their black owned white dishonor with that disgusting gunk on their faces. I'll tell you all about it someday."

The naked white pieces-of-ass had no choice except to listen to the tutoring. The naked filthy white cuckold seems to have learned some English from it. It was enough, at least, to write down these and other experiences so a ghostwriter could write them up.

The girls and bot could all now read the tattoos on our naked filthy white breeding sow's and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's bare white asses. It said, "I love to lick cuckolds browniety black assholes clean."

They not only understood what the words meant, they knew by then that both of the degenerate inferior naked white sex-pigs got exotic satisfaction from licking black assholes clean. But attempts to get them to talk about it got no responses.

Our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold sidestepped talking to the superior black girls and boy about their tattoos and the meaning of the words.

One day when the superior black kids were away we permitted our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold to briefly speak. They got up enough nerve to tell us black bulls that it was getting awkward and embarrassing to lick each other's assholes in front of the maturing, aware, and decently dressed superior black girls and boy each time a superior black permister visited. And it was also vulgar to be stark naked white flesh in front of the growing and decently dressed superior black girls and boy all of the time.

We told them flatly that we wanted them to stay naked like naturals in the house and to fulfill all of the other parts of the cuckold agreement. Among other things, we knew that it was educating the superior black girls and boy about white degeneracy and inferiority, and we told them so.

So their naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold continued lick each other's assholes in front of the black girls and boy and continued to always be slavishly naked in front of them.

One afternoon three of us black bulls had gotten dressed after breeding with our naked filthy white sow and using her for sexual sport. We were sitting around in our tailored suits sipping beers and talking and joking.

Our filthy white breeding sow and the filthy whiteboy cuckold were standing naked with their mouths open while holding their bare buttocks. Her white face was garnished with cum from three black cocks and his cuckolded white face had cum around the mouth and nose from eating their naked filthy white sow's creampied pussy to an orgasm after the we three black bulls had bred with her.

The decently dressed superior black girls and boy always called the naked white sluts by their first names Linda and Tom, never Mom and Dad.

"Why do filthy Linda and filthy Tom always stand naked with their mouths open and holding their inferior white asses?" the oldest black girl asked me.

"Inferior whites should always be obedient to us superior blacks that way, and any other way we tell them," I told him.

"Sometimes inferior whites out there in the world are not," another black bull told the black girls and boy. "But at least these two naked filthy white bitches know their places and accept our black superiority and dominance."

"What is that white stuff around their mouths?" the second-oldest dark-skinned girl asked.

"It's black power juice," the third black bull answered. "These two black owned naked white naturals are showing you their black owned surrender to us black masters and their subjugation by superior black people. And by the way, you three kids are classified as black."

Our naked filthy white sow had by then bred with a black bull and given birth to another dark-skinned baby girl. But the girl was still a baby in a crib when we told the well-dressed half-black girls and boy that.

The black girls and boy, especially the six-year-old boy, were not unaware of observing their lady's and the naked whiteboy cuckold's naked white flesh, bare white asses, and white sex-organs every day.

The dark-skinned girls and boy saw us leading the naked Caucasian bitches into the bedroom while they kept their mouths open and kept their hands on their bare white buttocks.

They almost certainly could hear our sexual demands and comments through the bedroom walls. They sometimes could hear the naked filthy white sow's and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's screams when we bullwhipped their bare white asses and sometimes snapped the bullwhip up between their bare white legs and onto their sensitive genitals. And they could see the red-and pink stripes from the bullwhips on their bare white asses after they had been bullwhipped.

It was clear to the black girls and boy that the white breeding sow and the whiteboy cuckold were naked, inferior, and slavish white-trash naturals being subjugated, dominated, and carnally used by us well-dressed superior black men, and frequently also by well-dressed superior black women.

The naked filthy white naturals could not do anything about their perverted image with our superior half-black kids. But our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold sometimes talked about it while they were alone in the house and the kids had gone out with one of us or were arelax. One day they got to casually talking about it to the oldest boy while they sat naked in the living room.

"What are those kids thinking about us?" she asked one day. "And the oldest is starting school in a month."

"They think that we're naked white pieces-of-ass. But maybe we could sit them down and talk to them about it, about what we are to the black bulls and about them being half-black?"

"The superior black bulls told me that they made sure the government classified your youngren as simply 'black,'" our naked filthy white sow told him firmly as he glanced at her shaved twat and she glanced at his penis and shaved balls and pubic area.

We had made sure that the government statistical documentation and school documentation classified all of her half-black girls and the one boy as "racially black." It was believable to the girls and boy, to us, and to everyone else. The kids were clearly dark-skinned, genetically African, and racially black.

"I don't know what we would talk to them about," the naked whiteboy cuckold said.

"Well, what I mean is this," she told him. She pointed behind her bare white body to the tattoo on her white ass. "The black girls and boy know how to read. They've been asking us about the 'I love to lick black assholes clean' tattoos on our bare white asses."

"They know what the tattoos mean, and they know what we do. They may even have seen our porn. We'll deal with it one of these days," he said.

"Yeah, we're all over the Internet naked licking-out and tongue-fucking black assholes," our naked white breeding sow said to her cuckold husband. "I'm clearly recognizable all over the Internet being fucked in my cunt, mouth, and ass by black bulls who keep their faces off-camera. I'm sure that the superior black girls and boy have already seen them. But if not, the black bulls will make sure that they see them one of these days."

"I heard on a TV talk show that lots of kids of porno models have grown up seeing and knowing what their parents did on-camera and are okay with it and turned out okay."

"Yeah, I guess," our naked filthy white sow sighed. "I guess it's only awkward and embarrassing to us. The kids just get used to it."

We black bulls regarded our naked filthy white sow's dark-skinned kids as superior blacks. One day all six of us were sitting around takeing beer in suits and ties and talking. Our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold, of course, stood naked with their mouths open and holding their bare white buttocks. The kids watched a kid-CD on the TV set.

The two superior black girls were still young when they broke up, as was the oldest superior black boy.

One day the superior black boy heard a black bull admonishing our naked filthy white sow to refer to her half-black kids as "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am" and turned to look at their naked white bodies. The superior black boy looked over their naked white-trash flesh with a sneer.

He and the others shot quick glances at their bare white asses, at the black bulls' naked filthy white sow's cunt, and at the naked filthy middle-age whiteboy's small penis. Usually before we talked to the white breeding sow and the white cuckold we had talked to the superior black girls and boy first. And we had done it this time, too.

We had, in fact, encouraged the superior black girls and boy to begin heckling the naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold about being inferior naked white-trash pieces-of-ass.

The superior black boy's deliberate glance at our naked filthy white sow's cunt and at the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's penis was yet one more time that the naked whites were finding it increasingly awkward to be naked white flesh in front of the decently dressed superior black girls and boy.

It was also getting increasingly annoying to them to get into a sixty-nine position in front of superior blacks and the black girls and boy and lick each other's assholes until they were permitted by a superior black to stop and stand up. So to annoy the filthy white breeding sow and the filthy white cuckold even more, we gave the black girls and boy the task of permitting the two naked filthy-tongue white naturals permission to stop licking each other's assholes.

Slick-dressed superior black bulls came in at least twice every day and the superior black girls and boy saw this defiling white-white public asshole-licking each time that we let ourselves in.

The superior black girls and boy were increasingly getting up and moving offensively close to the naked asshole-licking filthy whites to snicker and sneer at their degradation. They made the two naked filthy-tongue white naturals lick anal flesh for longer times than we black bulls had done.

The black girls and boy could by then read the tattoos on the bitches' bare white asses that said "I love to lick black assholes clean" and they giggled and sneered, clearly now knowing what the words meant.

Walking with their mouths open and submissively holding their bare white asses as the we well-dressed black bulls led them to the bedroom in front of the well-dressed superior black girls and boy was not so much embarrassing as uncomfortable for them.

And often when the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold looked out the bedroom door to make sure the kids were okay while the naked filthy white sow was licking-out and tongue-fucking one of our superior black assholes, he found it a little touchy. His naked asshole-licking white slut wife's breeding with the superior black bulls or being used for their sex-games by superior black bulls and their superior black wives, girlfriends, or whores had been ticklish. And in addition the two naked whites now had to address the kids as "Superior Black Sir" and "Superior Black Ma'am"

"Superior Black Sir, Do I always have to call my own girls and boy 'Superior Black Ma'am and Superior Black Sir?'" she asked me.

"In a word, yes," I answered. "They're officially black, and you're quite obviously – to them, and widely seen and known as – naked asshole-licking filthy white pieces-of-ass for us superior blacks and degenerate inferiors."

"You two white sluts are inferior white sex-meat. As a naked white female you are merely asshole-licking filthy white sex-flesh for our superior black breeding and sexual sport," another black bull told her while he turned to the boy to make sure the five-year-old boy was listening.

"Is your tattoo true, Linda?" the decently dressed superior black girl asked her naked white lady with a knowing grin while nodding at the tattoo on her bare white ass. "Do you love to lick superior black assholes clean?"

"We've seen you licking-out superior black assholes in porn on the Internet," the other girl said. "You look like you get a thrill from it."

The black bulls' naked filthy white sow's mouth twisted with resentment and then resigned herself in presentation to the superior black boy. "Yes, Superior Black Ma'am, it is true," she told her. "A lot of us degenerate inferior whites like to use our sex-organ mouths and tongues to lick superior black assholes clean, Superior Black Ma'am."

She and the other superior black girl and superior black boy turned to one another with grins and shared snickers. All three of them came over and ran their ebony hands over our tattoos and patted and smacked our bare white asses.

"That's good to hear from you asshole-licking filthy white bitches," one of the girls said for all of them. The others nodded agreement.

So for several more months the black bull's naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold addressed her superior black kids as "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am, even though the girl was too young to understand it. The oldest boy had turned seven by then.

But after being together for over a year, their naked filthy white sow and naked filthy whiteboy cuckold broke up over something stupid again. He got a job as a nude art model for several local colleges and lived alone and only rarely visited their naked filthy white sow and her superior black kids for another couple years.

But three years later their naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold were back together again as white wife and white cuckold.

She had, over the two years, had another two different naked sissy whiteboy cuckold boyfriends. But they had grown tired of being naked in front of the growing superior black boy and superior black girls. Each one left her after a few months.

Our naked filthy white sow was a good breeder. There were, by now, five superior black kids, all dark-skinned. One was a one-year-old boy, the littlest girl was now three, and the boy and the two older girls now seven-almost-eight, nine, and ten. They all knew that our naked filthy white sow and naked filthy whiteboy cuckold were low-life slavish whites.

The superior black girls and boys were always well dressed, even expensively dressed because we black bulls would buy them good clothes as well as taking them to sports events and rock concerts.

The superior black girls and boy were bright little superior black men and women by then. And they, of course, knew what was going on with the black bulls' naked filthy white sow and naked filthy whiteboy cuckold. The older superior black girls' observation and intuition correctly regarded our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold as typical inferior filthy white pieces-of-ass who loved to lick black assholes clean.

Now back together as husband and wife again, our filthy white filthy white sow and filthy whiteboy cuckold were again naked in front of the superior black girls and boy every day. The girls and boy often looked over their bare white asses, assholes, and genitals with grins and sometimes snickers when they knelt naked and touched their heads to the floor in front of us when we had let ourselves in.

The superior black kids watched knowingly while we sharply dressed and unmistakably superior black bulls led the obviously inferior, submissive, and naked whites into the bedroom to both breed with and to use our naked filthy white sow for sexual gratification and sexual sport. They watched the two naked whites thousands of times while they slavishly kept their mouths wide open and submissively and silently held onto their bare white buttocks while we black bulls joked and talked.

More than once the superior black girls and boys intentionally opened the bedroom door while we superior black bulls were using our naked filthy white sow for breeding, sex-games, or while she was licking our unwashed black assholes clean.

Each time none of us black bulls had deliberately failed to shut the door completely and left it ajar. It was not coincidence that each time they had opened the door it was shortly after we black bulls we had led the naked whites into the bedroom. We had told them that the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold would be licking the naked filthy white breeding sow's asshole then, and the naked filthy white breeding sow would be licking one of our superior black assholes clean then.

So the older three dark-skinned girls and boy had looked in numerous times while our naked filthy white sow had her face in a bare black male ass and could be seen and heard noisily and actively licking–out his asshole. And they saw the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold with his mouth and tongue working on her asshole.

Our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold wanted to put a latch on the door after that happened the first three times. But we insisted that they leave the door without a latch. The girls and boy looked in many more times after that, several times just standing in the open doorway and watching for ten or fifteen minutes.

One day, after breeding with our naked filthy white sow and using her for blowjobs and other sexual fun, we three black bulls were sitting around takeing beer in the front room. Our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold were standing as usual with their mouths open and holding onto their bare white buttocks.

There was a copious amount of cum from black ejaculations all over her white face. And there was a lot cum from superior black cocks all around his mouth and nose from sucking our naked filthy white sow's creampied cunt to an orgasm after two of us black bulls had bred with her.

Their naked filthy white sow's superior black and well-dressed ten-year-old, nine-year-old, and almost-eight-year-old girls and boy were sitting beside us. We were dressed in dark business suits with white shirts and colorful silk ties. The three superior black girls looked over the naked filthy white breeding sow's flesh and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold's dangling sex-organs. The girls and boy were completely aware of the cum-smeared faces of the two naked Caucasian naturals. The oldest girl whispered something into my ear.

"Go ahead and ask her," I told Linda's black-bred flower.

"Okay," her flower shrugged. "Linda, do you two filthy-tongue white bitches really love to lick black assholes clean like your tattoos say?" the oldest superior black girl asked as she looked over her biological lady's naked white flesh and glanced at her cunt and then at the sissy white cuckold's hormone-shriveled tiny penis.

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," the naked female Caucasian natural answered her. "Very much, Superior Black Ma'am."

"Okay, do you really love to lick cuckolds browniety superior black assholes clean, filthy white bitch? Or do you just have to?" the eight-year-old superior black boy asked his naked biological lady.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir, I really do love to lick superior black assholes clean," she admitted. "It gives inferior whites like me a thrill and a purpose in life to dirtily lick superior black assholes clean."

"We've seen you Caucasian naturals licking cuckolds browniety superior black assholes clean," the middle girl sitting next to another black bull said. "Both for real, and in porn on the Internet."

"And the black bulls told us you have to lick their unwashed cuckolds browniety assholes each time they take you into the bedroom," the oldest girl added. "So we just wanted to know if you like it."

"She likes to lick superior black assholes clean, Superior Black Ma'am," the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold said.

"You black girls and boy want to whip their inferior filthy white asses now?" I asked the two black girls and boy.

"Yeah," they all jumped up and shouted.

"Ask Linda and Tom if they would like you to bullwhip their bare inferior black owned white asses," I told one the black girls.

"Linda and Tom, would you like us superior black girls and boy to bullwhip your bare inferior white asses now like the black bulls do?" the nine-year-old girl asked.

"You can use your white sex-organ mouths to tell him yes," I advised the two naked white naturals.

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," the naked filthy white breeding sow said with a touch of suppressed objection.

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold said with the same hint of objection while holding his bare white buttocks.

The naked white bitches knew that there was no use in saying they did not like it. It would only make the black girls and boy bullwhip their bare white asses even more.

So the girls and boy stood up. We black bulls also got up. We handed the girls and boy three bullwhips.

We took the two naked white naturals to a rack in the bedroom and shackled them in. Our naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold turned their heads to look. Right away the superior black girls and boy cracked their bullwhips on their bare white asses.

The oldest girl was an athletic and strong superior black girl and it stung painfully and hurt when she laid the bullwhip hard on their bare white asses. And the two superior black girls and superior black boy took delight in snapping the bullwhips up between their naked filthy white sow's and naked filthy white cuckold's spread-apart legs and onto their tender genitals. The girls and boy loved their screams of agony and giggled when the two naked white sluts gave up and cried in pain with tears streaming down their faces and naked Caucasian bodies.

We black bulls got a big kick out of it. Two of us borrowed the bullwhips and cracked them against their bare white asses a dozen times and then gave them back to the girls and boy.

All in all the girls and boy and we black bulls bullwhipped their bare black owned white asses at least fifty times. I could see painful red stripes all over their white asses, and I knew their white asses were really sore. We took them out of the shackles.

"Did you like that, Linda and Tom?" the oldest superior black girl asked.

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," the naked filthy twenty-seven year-old white sow lied to her ten-year-old biological flower.

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," the fifty-year-old naked filthy whiteboy cuckold lied. He very lightly held his hands to my very sore bare white buttocks.

After that we took their naked filthy white sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold into the bedroom. She licked our black assholes clean. Then we black bulls all fucked her with the idea of getting her pregnant again. And the cuckold licked her vagina clean after we had finished fucking her cunt. Then we led the black owned naked white naturals back into the front room.

We took the two girls and boy to a basketball game. It was clear that they would be problems for the naked white naturals when we got back.

Several hours later, about the time that the naked white breeding sow had put the baby superior black girl to bed for her nap, another black bull brought a superior black female hoe with him. The black bull and the black hoe stripped naked and lay on the bed with their ebony legs spread apart.

There was no reamister to close the bedroom door. The naked filthy white sow dutifully crawled up between the black bull's spread-apart legs and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold dutifully crawled up between the black hoe's spread-apart legs. They had begun to lick their cuckolds browniety unwashed black assholes clean when the front door opened and the two superior black girls and superior black boy burst in and ran straight to the bedroom.

Our naked filthy white breeding sow and the naked filthy whiteboy cuckold had their white faces deep into black asses and had begun licking around unwashed cuckolds browniety superior black anal flesh.

The two superior black girls and superior black boy watched with knowing grins while they both sputtered to spit out their cuckolds browniety distasteful saliva.

"Taste good, asshole-mouth white sex-pigs?" the youngest superior black girl asked as she sat next to them on the bed.

"Oh, Geez," the black hoe said. "They the kids you were telling me about?"

"Yeah. Well there's no reamister to get up and get dressed now," the black bull said.

He looked back at our naked white breeding sow and naked whiteboy cuckold. They had their faces poised over their bare black asses and were looking with resignation at the three well-dressed superior black girls and boy. "You filthy white pieces-of-ass just keep licking their cuckolds browniety black assholes clean," I told them.

The degenerate naked white naturals actually wanted to do it in front of the girls and boy. They enthusiastically pressed their inferior white faces into superior black asses and licked around unwashed black assholes again. They again sputtered out distasteful cuckolds browniety saliva.

All three superior black kids began giggling and smirking. "They do like that cuckolds brownie," one of them said as my wife and I turned our heads to sputter out dirtied saliva.

"Just keep licking superior black assholes clean, filthy-mouth white sluts," the oldest superior black girl sitting on the bed beside them told them with a sneer.

"You kids enjoying it?" I asked.

"She's a really filthy white piece-of-ass, isn't she?" The boy said. One of the black bulls was dressed in a dark business suit, white shirt, and tie. He stood the door and nodded "yes."

The naked white sluts' control over the black kids had slipped to almost nothing. A few weeks later their naked filthy white sow told me that she was pregnant by one of us again.

There was now no breeding reamister for us to keep coming back and fucking her. But we liked to have the filthy-tongue white bitch lick-out our black assholes and sexually play with her.

And that went on for nine more months until she gave birth to another dark-skinned baby.

All during that time the two older black girls and black boy showed their contempt for the naked whites. While they walked around naked in the house the girls and boy mockingly patted and felt around their bare white asses. Quite often they insolently pinched their bare white asses. At least once a week they joined black bulls in bullwhipping their bare white asses until they were sore and red.

They cheered every time one of us black bulls came in and the naked white naturals knelt and showed presentation to us black masters by touching their Caucasian heads to the floor. And then the kids virtually always insolently pinched or slapped their bare white asses while their heads were touching the floor.

We black bulls would lead them to the bedroom, first to have her lick our niggah assholes clean, then to sexually play with her, mostly with blowjobs. The girls and boy told our naked filthy white sow, "Lick his superior black asshole good and clean and suck him off real good, filthy white slut."

"I will, Superior Black Ma'ams and Superior Black Sir," the naked filthy white sow responded to her dark-skinned kids.

Eventually word got around. At school and in the neighborhood our naked filthy white sow's two superior black girls and superior black boy had acquired a stable of dirty little white girls. These white girls found that they loved to submit to the superior black girls and boys and lick their black assholes clean.

People from the school found out. People from the justice system came around. The two whites were given a choice of giving up the kids the noisy way where everything would come out in court or privately and quietly relinquishing them. They of course chose the latter.

It devastated our naked filthy white sow. She deteriorated and eventually ended up in a mental facility. There a bisexual black nurse befriended her.

Our white breeding sow became a satisfied "bottom" in a lesbian relationship with two bisexual black lesbians from the Bahamas.

And so did her cuckold. Two of their bisexual Jamaican black lesbian friends acquired him as their rimming white male "bottom." He was still a white cuckold. He only engaged in oral sex with them, anilingus and cunnilingus. He was their white male lesbian whore.

For a while the superior black Jamaicans pimped him out as an asshole licking filthy white male whore to other black lesbians and straight black women. Money changed hands, but he was just a filthy-tongue white whore. The black Jamaicans were the pimps and kept the money.

Several large black females with big black asses told me how much they had paid while he licked their cuckolds browniety black assholes clean. He never saw any of it. He just went and satisfied black women with his mouth and tongue whenever the superior black Jamaicans sent him. He lost track of his former white wife. She and the two superior black lesbians moved to another state or another country. After a year of living with the two black lesbians and cooking their meals, washing their dishes, washing and drying their clothes, and vacuuming their rooms, while being totally naked inside their house all the time, he split with them. He moved into an old downtown hotel room.

The superior black Jamaicans still pimped him out as an asshole-licking filthy white male whore to black women. And they still used him as a white-trash piece-of-ass for sex-games from time to time. But he didn't live with them anymore.

He accidentally ran into our naked filthy white sow's oldest superior black girl at a coffee shop five years later. He was wearing male hoe attire with an obvious black leather slave collar and black leather wristbands. They sat down at a distant table where no one was around to hear.

He found out that one of our black bulls lived next door to a light-skinned black couple who had no youngren. He was a physics professor. She was and English professor.

They adopted the girls and boy and raised them. The oldest was now fifteen but looked at least eighteen.

"So what are you doing, now?" the filthy whiteboy cuckold asked her.

"I graduated from high school and got a science scholarship to Harvard. I'm starting there next month," he told the cuckold as he eyed me and sipped coffee. "I see that you're still a black owned filthy white piece-of-ass."

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'am," he said. "I'm an asshole-licking white male slave for a couple bisexual black lesbians. And they pimp me out as an asshole-licking and cunt-sucking white male hoe to fat black women."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" the superior black teenage girl asked rhetorically. "Let me ask you this. What was the best part and the worst part of us black kids being around while you were a naked filthy white cuckold to our superior black bull mans?"

The filthy Caucasian piece-of-ass thought about it for a few seconds. "Maybe the best part was you superior black kids never gave us two naked filthy white bitches any faultfinding about what we were."

"And the worst?"

"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes the constant rap music bothered me. But maybe it was being naked inside all the time and not being able to go out and get a beer or something."

"They always had beer in the house for you."

"It was the not being able to go out that bothered me."

"But you didn't mind being a naked asshole-licking filthy white naturals in front of us superior black kids all the time?"

"It came with the territory. That was just what I was."

"Yeah, I guess, asshole mouth filthy whiteboy bitch," she told him. "Well, I gotta get going now."

END

This continues my saga some years later. Here we have a different black owned naked filthy white breeding sow named Peggy. But her black owned filthy white sissy cuckold was still the feminized naked middle-age whiteboy named Tom.

We superior blacks had total control over our black owned inferior Caucasian sex-flesh. One of our controls was to require the subjugated whites to always be naked like livestock and thus own up to their status as degenerate naked white naturals for our superior black sexual gratification and mischievous amusements.

Another was to conspire with black authorities to give our black owned whites minor criminal records for prostitution so that they knew they knew that they could never find employment beyond dirty jobs for less than minimum wage and were dependent on us blacks.

And another was to permanently stigmatize them by extensively recording and posting on black and interracial porn sites their Caucasian facial identities and naked white flesh and sex-organs in black-dominating-white defaming and defiling dirty porn where they always performed interracial anilingus.

Their white friends, relatives, neighbors, coworkers, fellow students, and acquaintances would all know them as naked nigger-worshipping filthy white pornographic pieces-of-ass publicly licking-out and tongue-fucking dozens of conspicuously cuckolds browniety black assholes for legitimate lewd entertainment.

They could never go back to their old lives or any decency, respectability, or earning a livelihood again. So we had out-and-out power over their black owned naked Caucasian asses. But the fact is that all of our naked black owned white sex-pigs liked and were comfortable with their situations and never protested. They atoned for white racism and slavery and purged their white guilt and we got subjugated naked white ass to sexually get off on and amuse ourselves with, a win-win situation for all.

As we begin this narrative, the simpleminded and filthy middle-age white-boy mutha fukka had just been in a three-hour black-dominating-white porn session with a fat big-ass black mamma, eating her juicy fragrant cunt out, licking her unwashed black asshole clean, and getting pissed into his subservient white mouth by her.

The pornographic photo images and videos were already posted on black and interracial sites. There were now numerous porn photo spreads and porn videos of the filthy white male bitch's naked Caucasian flesh and filthy sex-acts from at least a dozen other black-dominating-white porn sessions.

The filthy middle-age white-boy bitch stayed naked after the video and photo session but had to put on a male chastity device. All of our white-boy prissy sissy cuckolds had been psychologically castrated. The chastity device had the effect of additionally physically castrating the whiteboy bitches and was rarely necessary. But this time we were delivering the black owned naked whiteboy property to a new location. And we intended to show off his neutered black owned white flesh for what it was.

All of the racially conquered and feminized whiteboy cuckolds loved being our naked black owned and psychologically castrated white sissy bitches. From this standpoint of having no masculinity, manhood, or self-respect of their own, the inferior whiteboy sissies could admire and lust after our large meaty superior black phalluses, our superior black physiques, and admirable superior black asses.

In sharp contrast to the bare naked groveling black owned and feminized inferior whiteboy bitch, I was mockingly asserting my black superiority and my superior black manhood. I was imposingly dressed in an expensive tailored blue suit, tailored white shirt, loud silk tie, and polished high-priced black leather shoes. I had bought the clothes when I stopped playing college basketball a year earlier and went into high-salary sports media work.

To remind the groveling naked sissy whiteboy bitch of the contrast between his black owned and black-subjugated naked white flesh and my expensively and assertively dressed black male superiority, I insolently felt around the defeated and black-subjugated whiteboy bitch's naked white buttocks while we walked to my van.

While we were videotaping and photographing his shemale white face in a large plump black woman's wide black ass, she had kept squealing with pleasure, "Oh cuckolds brownie! Oh cuckolds brownie!" Actually we had told her to continuously say that while the naked white sissy-boy licked out and tongue-fucked her intentionally unwashed superior black asshole. Clearly the defiled naked white sex-pig had problems with the taste of her cuckolds browniety black asshole because he kept sputtering and spitting out unclean saliva until he had licked her asshole clean.

"Were you aware that the fat black hoe kept moaning 'Oh cuckolds brownie, oh cuckolds brownie' while you were licking the cuckolds brownie clean from her superior black asshole, white boy bitch?" I asked the naked white sissy boy. "Yes, Superior Black Sir," he answered subserviently while I insolently felt around his subjugated bare white ass. "If I may speak, I kept hearing her say that, Superior Black Sir. I guess my licking-out her unwashed superior black asshole clean turned her on, Superior Black Sir."

"Yeah," I told the naked white male slut. "It was from her sexual excitement. But doesn't it go to a matter of taste or distaste? Didn't that 'oh cuckolds brownie, oh cuckolds brownie' communicate another meaning to you while you were licking her cuckolds browniety superior black asshole clean and sputtering out cuckolds browniety-tasting spit, filthy naked whiteboy bitch?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he said while he looked submissively straight ahead and accepted my ebony hand feeling around his subjugated bare white buttocks while we walked through the parking garage. "It did remind me what I was licking, Superior Black Sir. But that gave me more satisfaction and pleasure because of the lewd dirtiness and disgusting degradation of it, Superior Black Sir."

"That's almost exactly what your new filthy white slut wife said when she did exactly the same thing with a black male porno model on-camera last week, asshole-mouth white boy slut," I told him. "I guess you filthy whites get pleasure and satisfaction from the disgust and degradation of licking our cuckolds browniety black assholes clean to make up for slavery and white racism."

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he said. "I get satisfaction and pleasure from submitting to the disgust and distaste of licking superior black assholes clean, Superior Black Sir. It helps me to make up for slavery and white racism, Superior Black Sir."

I glanced at the naked filthy white male bitch while I felt his bare white ass and knew the slavery and racism bit gave him an all too convenient excuse. Like all of the filthy whites who had entered our cuckold and breeding-sow circle, he mostly liked the self-defilement, self-disgust, and white subjection to our superior black domination.

"Your new filthy white slut wife also said that she just likes the sensuous feel of my superior black ass cheeks surrounding her defiled filthy white face cheeks. Do you like that feeling, too, ass-face white boy?" I asked.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he said. "I love the feel of smooth superior black ass cheeks surrounding my asshole-licking inferior white face, Superior Black Sir."

"I heard that after you left your first white slut wife you were in interracial live sex shows and interracial porn in Germany, filthy white boy," I said. "And you were a filthy white hoe licking superior black assholes clean for all-black sex parties there, too. Were they superior American blacks?"

"Only one or two were superior American blacks," Superior Black Sir. "The rest were superior black girls and women from Bahamas, Jamaica, Trinidad, Haiti, Congo, Togo, Nigeria, South Africa, Ivory Coast, Cameroon, Ghana, Angola, and some other African places I can't remember, Superior Black Sir."

"Which of those superior black assholes tasted best, filthy asshole-mouth white-boy hoe? African, Caribbean, American?"

The naked black owned whiteboy bitch thought for a second. "Oh, I don't know..."

I interrupted the naked middle-age white male hoe. "It might be polite to say 'American' if a superior American black permister asks you, degenerate filthy white-boy hoe. Or Jamaican if a superior Jamaican black asks you. Especially since you don't actually seem to know which superior black assholes have the best taste and flavor to your asshole-licking filthy tongue."

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he sighed. "American superior black assholes did seem to have the dirtiest taste and flavor, Superior Black Sir." He betrayed a faint smile at it. The naked filthy white bitch liked both the feeble ruse and the self-defilement of it. I patted his subjugated bare white ass to indicate that I approved.

We got to the van and got in. The white sissy cuckold sat his surrendered bare white ass next to me. The other black bulls had been waiting. Another of the black bulls was driving. He started the engine and we drove off.

We were hauling the effeminate sissy's naked white ass to be a new filthy white cuckold for one of our long-time filthy white sows. His former stupid filthy white slut wife and he had broken up for the final time. For a while she became a filthy white lesbian "bottom" for two superior black lesbian women from the Bahamas. Then later she became a naked filthy white breeding sow for several other black bulls that I knew.

"We found your old black owned white slut wife a cute feminine white shemale for a cuckold, asshole-mouth filthy whiteboy," I told the naked sissy middle-aged white male named Tom riding in the van next to me.

"Thank you, Superior Black Sir," the naked filthy white male slut replied respectfully and submissively.

"Aren't you glad your ex-wife's cousin Peggy is an asshole-licking filthy white breeding sow for us superior black bulls, white boy bitch?" I asked him with a contemptuous sneer.

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," the naked white male cuckold replied meekly.

The white breeding sow for which he would be the new cuckold was his slut ex-wife's white thirty-six-year-old cousin Peggy. Peggy was a tall blue-eyed blond with a shapely bare white ass and slightly sagging breasts.

She told me she had been an always-naked asshole-licking filthy white breeding sow for black bulls since she had been sixteen or seventeen. But we knew for certain that she was from eighteen on. There had been a gap of three years, though, when she had a regular job as a waitress and had been a decently dressed white female.

So she had not always been a slavish and continuously naked white breeding sow in front of her own superior black boys and girls. They had seen her inferior white ass decently dressed for a brief three years.

This phase ended when she quit her waitress job in a huff. We acquired her white ass, and she went back to being a naked filthy white breeding sow for us black bulls. I liked this always-naked filthy white bitch because she was servile and talented at licking-out and tongue-fucking my black asshole.

Then a few weeks ago she suddenly found herself without a filthy white sissy cuckold husband. He had divorced her. In the settlement, her black youngren -- and on paper, herself, too -- received his farmhouse and an adequate alimony.

The new middle-aged filthy white-boy mutha fukka named Tom that we were now hauling there had only met her once, several days earlier.

"You and our filthy white breeding slut Peggy will get along just fine, won't you, filthy white boy bitch?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he said with a subservient nod. Because one of us black bulls had influence in the local government, we had gotten papers filed that showed the two filthy white sluts were legally married. So the stupid white mutha fukka was her new naked and emasculated filthy white male cuckold husband. To make their marriage official we had held a brief ceremony in front of a black female civil servant. In the ceremony the two naked filthy white bitches got into a sixty-nine position and licked each other's assholes while they exchanged marriage vows in front of us and in front of her grown superior black-bred youngren.

We eight dark-complexioned black bulls are very masculine and we dress stylishly. So as eight well-dressed and vigorously manly black men, we hauled the new effeminate naked middle-aged white-boy cuckold to the farmhouse.

We had supplied her previous white sissy cuckold to her. Like him, the new white-boy slut was now taking female hormones and would continue to do so. His breasts had enlarged. His white ass had rounded out. He had no noticeable body hair. And his voice was high-pitched and feminine.

The middle-aged white male bitch was becoming an even more emasculated, effeminate and submissive naked white-boy to contrast with our domineering black male masculinity. To add to this image he wore blue eye shadow, thick mascara, red lipstick, and red fingernail and toe nail polish. He was, like all of our white cuckolds, a totally emasculated prissy little white shemale bitch.

The drive to the new white breeding sow's farmhouse took an hour. Earlier we had told the naked middle-age sissy white-boy that when we superior black bulls were on the property, he had to wear a chrome-metal chastity cage surrounding his penis and balls.

This neutered his white manhood as effectively as castration. It rendered him an emasculated naked white eunuch until someone unlocked it and he could take it off. I glanced at the naked shemale white slut as we drove to the farmhouse. He sat obediently silent and looked submissively straight ahead.

We were part of a larger unofficial organization of black bulls who bred with and sexually used white breeding sows. We had the same affirmative action rules as the other groups of black bulls for their filthy white breeding sows and their filthy white sissy cuckolds. The naked feminized white bitch riding with us vaguely knew the rules from being a filthy white cuckold years earlier. But there was not much to do on the one-hour ride. So I read them to the naked white slut again.

"I'm going to read you our black bull terms for filthy white breeding sow and filthy white cuckold, filthy white-boy bitch," I told him. "If you disagree with anything, let us know."

"Number one: The naked white breeding sow and filthy naked white-boy cuckold agree and state to the all of the breeding black bulls that all black men, women, boys, and girls are racially and sexually superior to whites," I read. I glanced at him. He showed no sign of objecting. So I added a comment. "We dominant and well-dressed black bulls are clearly superior to a worthless naked low-life filthy white-trash bitch like you." He gave no sign of objection and smiled slightly to show agreement. "You two naked and inferior filthy white bitches will always address all of us distinguished breeding black bulls as "Superior Black Sir" and all other black men, women, boys, and girls as either "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am. Any objection so far, filthy naked white boy?"

"No, Superior Black Sir," he said respectfully in his submissive high-pitched effeminate voice. "I completely agree that you black are superior to us inferior degenerate whites, Superior Black Sir."

"Okay, point two: You filthy white bitches will always willingly go on-camera naked and engage in sex-acts, including giving rim jobs, recipient water sports, and receiving bullwhippings and BDSM for any black bull or any other superior black man, woman, boy, or girl who might want to capture you on-camera. This includes white-white sex-acts with each other or other inferior degenerate whites. You and the filthy white breeding sow will always sign model releases to allow the videos and pictures to be published on the Internet and published and exhibited other places. Digital cameras and video cameras with computer with an Internet access for uploading images will always be kept in the house for those purposes. Okay, filthy white-boy?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I have no objection, Superior Black Sir. I am already seen all over the Internet as a defiled filthy white sex-pig licking superior black assholes clean, Superior Black Sir."

"Point three: You and the filthy white breeding sow will give copies of keys to the house to each of us black bulls and to all other superior black men, women, boys, and girls approved by us. This included all new black bulls and all spouses, girlfriends, and adult youngren of black bulls who might also want to breed with their filthy naked white breeding sow or use her subjugated white flesh for their sexual gratification, sport, or entertainment. Okay, white-boy bitch?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I completely agree, Superior Black Sir."

"Point four: Both you and our filthy white breeding sow will always be totally naked like subdued beasts while inside or when near the house outside. When one or more black bulls or any other superior black men, women, boys, or girls who are not the breeding sow's youngren let themselves into the house with those keys, you two naked filthy white sluts will assume a sixty-nine position on the couch, bed, or floor. You will then lick around each other's assholes until permitted to stop by a superior black man, woman, boy, or girl. Understood, naked asshole-mouth white slut?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I will be happy to do it, Superior Black Sir."

"Point five: As a general rule, you filthy naked white sex-beasts will then stand up, open your sex-organ mouths, and show presentation to our superior black dominance by placing your hands on your bare white buttocks. The filthy white breeding sow will attach the male chastity device to your penis and balls. After we black bulls begin using her for sexual gratification and for breeding, she no longer has to keep her sex-organ mouth open. But you have to stay effectively castrated in your chastity device until all of us black bulls are ready to leave the house, unless one of us or any other superior black man, woman, boy, or girl commands that you do otherwise. Okay, naked sissy white-boy bitch?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I agree, Superior Black Sir."

"Point six: Before we black bulls began breeding with our filthy white breeding sow or using her for our sexual amusement, she will always use her filthy degenerate sex-organ mouth and tongue to lick-out all of our superior black assholes, including licking our unwashed superior black assholes clean if needed. And when we bring a superior black woman or superior black girl as our guests, you will always lick-out and tongue-fuck their superior black assholes, including licking their superior black assholes clean, if necessary. And you and our naked filthy white sow now both have tattoos on your bare right buttocks that read: I love to lick black assholes clean. Are you completely happy with that, asshole-licking filthy white-boy slut?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I am completely comfortable and happy with that, Superior Black Sir.

"Point seven: We black bulls and other superior black men, women, boys, and girls are at liberty to bullwhip your bare subjugated white asses whenever we take a notion to do so and for as long as we want to. Chains and restraints have been be installed to restrain you two naked white pieces-of-ass for bullwhipping, and several leather bullwhips are now kept in the house for that purpose. Okay

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I am grateful when superior black men, women, boys, and girls get excitement from painfully bullwhipping my bare inferior white ass, Superior Black Sir." "Point eight: Each time prior to us black bulls actually using our naked filthy white breeding sow for breeding and sexual gratification, you have to lick-out her asshole first in order to stimulate her sexuality. Unless requested not to, you will also eat her pussy. Then she has to lick-out and tongue-fuck our black assholes while you continued to lick her asshole. This is to arouse her, stimulate her cunt juices, and lubricate her cunt to improve our sexual enjoyment of her subjugated white flesh and to improve our superior black breeding chances with her. Okay asshole-mouth filthy white slut?"

"Yes, Superior Black Sir. I will always enjoy that, Superior Black Sir."

Actually the naked filthy white-boy bitch already knew the rules. Our naked filthy white breeding sow Peggy and the naked white-boy cuckold had both been either a white breeding sow or a white cuckold for superior black bulls like us for years. Both of the simple-minded filthy white bitches craved to surrender to self-evident black superiority and power and enthusiastically approved of these rules.

After agreeing to the rules, the naked sissy white-boy stayed obediently silent as we drove. We black bulls were comfortable in our business suits and talked and joked. The naked filthy white boy approved of the fact that he and the white breeding sow would always be stark naked in and around the isolated farmhouse.

We had bought him one pair of jeans, one sweatshirt, and one pair of Velcro-sneakers in case he had to go outside over the next year or more. These were already in a closet at our filthy white breeding sow's farmhouse. But in fact our filthy white breeding sows and our filthy white cuckolds only wore this clothing about once every two years. They were naked inside their houses, naked inside our vehicles, naked inside our porn studios, and naked inside our penthouses and mansions for years at a time. They were just our naked white sex-pigs all of the time.

I glanced at his subjugated nude white flesh. It was very unlikely that he would not need any clothes and thus the filthy white bitch would just continue to be totally naked white meat all day and night for the next year or two.

"Filthy naked white boy, you're going to be a naked white natural all day and all night in front of her superior black boys and superior black girls that we black bulls bred with her," the black bull next to me told the slut.

"We want you to serve our superior black race and our superior black boys and girls by presenting yourself to them as a specimen of a denuded subjugated inferior mindless Caucasian sex-natural," I added

"Yes, Superior Black Sir," he said. "I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you and them by showing myself to them as an example of a stripped-naked inferior white sex-natural for you superior blacks, Superior Black Sir."

Our thirty-seven-year-old filthy white breeding sow had been breeding with other black bulls or us since she was maybe eighteen, although rumor had it that she might have been sixteen or seventeen. The filthy white bitch had bred five black youngren during her first stint of ten years as a filthy white breeding sow.

Then she had dropped out for three years and went to work in a clothing factory. For those three years she raised her five superior black youngren while respectably dressed. The oldest was a superior black girl who had been between ten and thirteen years old during those years. The youngest was another superior black girl. She had, then, been between six and nine. In between these superior black youngren there was one more superior black girl and two superior black boys.

But eight years earlier she had again become a naked filthy white breeding sow for us black bulls. As a result she had been a totally naked filthy white breeding sow in front of her older superior black girls and boys through all of their teenage years.

And during those eight years she had bred us black bulls five more superior black boys and girls. As a result, there were five of her older boys and girls and five more of her younger boys and girls living in the farmhouse with her.

We required her to show herself off totally naked as a degenerate shameless white slut in front of her own decently dressed superior black youngren every day and night. She had not worn any clothes for those eight years.

Every day they saw her not only naked in front of them but often actually saw her being used as a naked white breeding sow and asshole-licking filthy white piece-of-ass by one or more of us eight superior black bulls and saw her previous naked white cuckold husband watching us. They also saw him licking her cunt and asshole clean after we fucked her.

Naturally she had some difficulty living with her superior black youngren as a naked filthy white sex-pig and always addressing them as "Superior Black Sir" and "Superior Black Ma'am." But if one of the superior black youngren needed adult criticism or discipline, we black bulls made sure that the superior black kid behaved.

For all of her ten blackfucked pregnancies, the filthy white breeding sow had maintained her figure fairly well. We black bulls estimated that the naked filthy white slut still had seven to ten years of breeding potential left.

Her superior black youngren now ranged from twenty-one years old down to three years old. They were only slightly lighter-skinned than we and other anonymous dark-skinned black bulls who had sired them. They were dark-skinned blacks and looked racially black. Even in a black African country they probably would not have stood out as half-white. But in white-dominated American society they were self-evidently racially black.

By the time more than two hundred years of black slavery had officially ended in the late 1860s there had been about fifteen generations of white male slave-owners breeding with black female slaves and then turning their half-black youngren into salable black slave property-value. By the end of black slavery most black slaves were in fact diverse blends of white and black. And it did not stop then. Poor black women continued to have half-white youngren.

The American legal solution had been to define anyone with as little as one-sixteenth possible black ancestry as legally black. Even so, some blacks permanently entered the privileges and opportunities of racist white-dominated society by, with considerably difficulty, "passing for white," but this was extremely difficult, sometimes dangerous, and thus very rare. Anyone with a very small amount of black racial background was officially classified as racially black and stayed that, even when they may have appeared quite light-skinned and racially white.

Thus it was not difficult to register all of our quite dark-skinned and black-appearing youngren as racially black. And in a white-dominated society accustomed to seeing and regarding people with even minimal black ancestry as black, they were seen and regarded as racially black. So they were not only dark-skinned but they regarded themselves as blacks, and we made sure that they knew they were superior and dominant black masters to all subordinate inferior whites, including their naked lady and the series of naked effeminate white cuckold "daddies" who lived there.

The naked filthy white breeding sow and the new naked effeminate prissy white-boy cuckold had to address the black brats as "Superior Black Sir" or "Superior Black Ma'am." They could only talk to when superior blacks gave them permission to speak. They had to flaunt their white inferiority and degeneracy by humbly and subordinately exhibiting their naked subjugated white bodies to the decently attired superior black youngren all day and all night.

That day when we brought the naked filthy white-boy sissy cuckold to that large old former farmhouse, the oldest of our dark-skinned kids was a twenty-year-old superior black girl named Tonya. As it later turned out, she would stay there through her twenty-third year.

The next was a nineteen-year-old superior black boy named Dwayne who was almost twenty. The next was a nineteen-year-old superior black girl named Cameo whose birthday had been the day before.

The next two were an eighteen-year-old superior black boy named Travis who was almost nineteen and then a seventeen-year-old superior black girl named Georgia whose eighteenth birthday was that day.

Then there were five more superior black boys and superior black girls. There was a superior black eight-year-old boy, a superior black boy seven years old, a superior black girl five years old, a superior black boy four years old, and a superior black girl three years old.

We eight black bulls drove our two vans into the long driveway of the farmhouse. Fences and shrubbery surrounded the farm and the farmhouse was thus completely private. All sixteen decently dressed superior black youngren and our naked filthy white breeding sow stood on the large porch waiting.

We got the naked filthy sissy white-boy cuckold out of the van. With his female hairstyle, his eye-shadow and mascara, his red lipstick, and his red-polished fingernails and toe nails, not to mention his breasts and round female while ass, he looked like a prissy white shemale. He began walking gingerly with his bare feet on the hot concrete driveway pavement.

We eight black bulls followed. As required of filthy white cuckolds and filthy white breeding sows in the presence of black bulls, he demonstrated his white surrender to our superior black dominance by holding onto his bare white buttocks with each of his hands and keeping his sex-organ mouth open as he walked.

From the porch came mocking applause, catcalls, and wolf-whistles from our superior black boys and girls. They taunted his black ownedand black-subjugated white nudity and status as the new shameless naked filthy white cuckold.

"Naked filthy white-boy cuckold, you have our superior black permission to use your white sex-organ mouth to speak while you get acquainted until we tell your naked white ass to shut up," I said as I walked behind the naked sissy white middle-aged bitch.

"Thank you Superior Black Sir," the naked filthy white male bitch said while turning his head to glance at me. "I am grateful for your courtesy, Superior Black Sir."

As we approached the house the catcalls and wolf-whistles faded away. Two shapely and racially black girls in stylish expensive dresses haughtily stepped up to the naked middle-aged white male.

They spent a minute looking over his subjugated nude white flesh. They both pointed to his white male penis in a locked chastity penis cage made of chrome-plated steel and exchanged appropriate smirks. They could see his penis in it and knew that the device taunted him by effectively castrating away his white manhood.

The naked white-boy cuckold would have to wear the chastity penis cage when we black bulls were around or whenever one of the superior black boys and girls wanted him to.

"Hi filthy naked white-boy bitch, I'm Tonya," the twenty-year-old superior black girl said while extending her hand to the naked white male who was at least twice her age.

"Hello, Superior Black Ma'am," the middle-aged naked white sissy cuckold said. "I'm pleased to meet you Tonya, Superior Black Ma'am."

She and the naked white male slut politely did a quick handshake. We had told him what he needed to know, and he knew that she was the breeding offspring of previous black bulls.

"Hi filthy naked white-boy slut, I'm Cameo," the nineteen-year-old superior black girl next to her sister said with a polite quick handshake. She glanced at his penis in the chastity cage. "So you're the new filthy white-boy cuckold to be our pretended daddy."

"Yes, Superior Black Ma'ams," the naked white-boy cuckold said subserviently.

A third stylishly dressed young superior black woman sauntered over and extended her hand. She was the eighteen-year-old offspring of previous black bulls. "Hi filthy naked white cuckold, I'm Georgia," she said. And again the naked white-boy slut did a quick handshake. She shot a haughty glance at his penis in the locked chastity cage.

"We all saw you in asshole-licking dirty interracial porn," she said.

"You have a good white sex-organ mouth and lick-out and tongue-fuck black assholes real good, naked white-boy bitch," Cameo added with a contemptuous smirk.

"Thank you, Superior Black Ma'ams," the naked filthy white male slut said meekly.

Cameo pointed to the naked white woman. "That there is the naked filthy white breeding sow," she introduced her biological lady. "Her name is Peggy."

"But you two naked white pieces-of-ass really don't need to know names," Tonya said. "You're white sex-meat that usually doesn't talk."

Naked Peggy looked quite fit for her thirty-five years. But her large white breasts sagged and she was slightly dumpy around the naked white flesh of her waist.

She extended her hand and she and the white-boy cuckold politely shook while glancing over each other's naked white flesh. "Hello, I'm very pleased to see you," she said. And she had a look of being pleased to have a white cuckold companion again.

"You two naked white bitches usually have to get into a sixty-nine position and lick each other's assholes when superior black bulls come," Tonya said. "But since today is the first day, we'll forget about it for now."

"But we'll make sure that you get to do it later," Georgia said. "We superior blacks can make you do it any time that we want."

"Well let's all go over to the bullwhipping poles," Tonya announced. "We're going to bullwhip you two naked white bitches to assert our superior black supremacy over your filthy inferior Caucasian flesh."

"Yes thank you for allowing my white ass to be bullwhipped for your superior black pleasure, Superior Black Ma'am," her naked filthy white sow lady said submissively.

The naked filthy white-boy cuckold had been bullwhipped by superior black youngren of black bulls when he was a naked filthy white cuckold for his first white slut wife. "Yes, thank you for allowing my naked inferior white ass to be bullwhipped for your superior black pleasure, Superior Black Ma'am," he said.

There were two upright logs that had been cut from telephone poles. Halfway up on each and high enough to stretch arms upward were a pair of black iron shackles dangling from heavy black iron chains. Next to them was a rack that held several black leather bullwhips.

Everyone walked over to them. The naked filthy white sow walked to one of the two poles and instinctively reached her arms up. Tonya and Georgia quickly fastened the shackles around her wrists.

Tonya turned to the naked white-boy cuckold and nodded to the other pole and shackles. He obediently went to it and stretched his arms up. She and Cameo shot him contemptuous mischievous grins as they clamped the iron shackles around my wrists.

Then each of us eight black bulls and each of the five older superior black boys and girls bred from previous black bulls, and even three of the younger superior black boys and superior black girls painfully bullwhipped their sorry bare white asses twice.

Without a word, Tonya came over and turned a key and unshackled the naked filthy white breeding sow and naked filthy white cuckold.

I could see painful red and pink stripes across both of their black ownedbare white asses. It had hurt enough for tears to run down from both of their eyes.

It was plain that their buttocks continued to sting and ache from the more than thirty hard sharp snaps of the bullwhips against them.

Two superior black teenage boys amred over. Both were carrying handcuffs.

"Hi, naked sissy white-boy bitch, I'm Dwayne," he said while extending his hand. He had just painfully snapped a bullwhip against the naked white-boy cuckold's bare white ass twice. They quickly shook hands.

"And I'm Travis, naked sissy white-boy bitch," the other said. He too had just painfully bullwhipped the naked white-boy slut's bare white ass. They did a quick handshake.

"We do things slightly different here, white-boy bitch," Dwayne said while holding up the handcuffs. "When black bulls are here to breed with their naked filthy white breeding sow, we sometimes handcuff both the naked breeding sow and the naked white-boy cuckold. We take them off after the black bulls leave."

The naked white cuckold saw the naked white breeding sow put her hands behind her back with a blank resigned expression. Travis quickly handcuffed her wrists there. The naked white cuckold put his hands behind his back. I watched as Dwayne snapped the hard steel handcuffs around his wrists.

Then we went into the house and into a large living room and adjoining dining room. The filthy white breeding sow and the filthy white-boy cuckold were both naked and handcuffed.

All eight of us black bulls led the two naked filthy white sex-naturals into an adjoining patio. The three older and sharply dressed superior black girls followed us in. The patio was equipped with floodlights mounted on the ceiling, obviously for photography options, and an S-and-M rack complete with chains and cuffs.

The three superior black girls picked up digital cameras and video cameras. Cameo turned to the naked white cuckold and waved her camera and motioned to the other two superior black girls. "We're here to photograph and make videos for the Internet," she told the naked stupid white cuckold.

The other superior black boys and girls, dressed in stylish clothes, watched through the open door until one of us black bulls closed it. All eight of us black bulls removed our suits, ties, shirts and everything else down to nudity.

As always, our filthy naked white breeding sow crawled up on the bed and presented her bare white ass to the naked white cuckold. Without being told he began licking her asshole and eating her pussy while one of us black bulls crawled up on the bed and backed his large meaty bare black ass into her eager white face.

Cameo, Tonya, and Georgia photographed and video-recorded the sex action. The naked filthy white cuckold told us later that at first was he was aware of the clicks of camera shutters and the faint whirring of video cameras but he soon lost track of it with his face in his wife's bare white ass.

The naked filthy white breeding sow began licking the black bull's asshole clean while her flowers photographed and videotaped her. The flowers exchanged snickering smirks when she sputtered out dirtied distasteful spit from obviously licking his unwashed black asshole clean. The girls hastened to capture the dirtiness and degradation of the spitting out of dirtied distasteful saliva on-camera and with their sound recorders.

Then another black bull crawled onto the bed and backed his large meaty black ass into her white face. And the filthy white breeding sow did the same, licking around his asshole and sputtering our dirtied distasteful spit.

The naked filthy white breeding sow did the same to me when I backed my large black ass into her white face. She was a good ass eater. She licked around my unwashed black asshole a few times. It was always a sexually arousing sensation in itself. It was even more an erotically stimulating sensation from the knowledge that that naked white bitch was actually filthily licking-out my asshole.

The feel of her subjugated white face flaunted in my black ass and the silky stimulation of her slick little tongue slipping around my black asshole had the effect of exceptional sexual arousal.

"Oh cuckolds brownie, that's good!" I inadvertently blurted out. "Oh, cuckolds brownie!"

The other black bulls and the three superior black girls all snickered and chuckled at my unintentional focus on the filthy activity the naked white breeding sow was performing in my black ass in front of them.

"You said it, bro!" one of my fellow black bulls chortled. "That's what she's all about right now. Oh cuckolds brownie."

The naked white breeding saw seemed not to care. She licked around my black asshole another time or two.

As with her licking the first two black bulls' unwashed assholes, she turned her head slightly and sputtered out some dirtied distasteful spit from her asshole-licking mouth.

Cameo, Georgia, and Tonya had anticipated the naked white breeding sow's filthy activities and had their video cameras, still cameras, and sound recorders close up to her face and ready as she turned her face out of my black ass and sputtered out the dirtied distasteful spittle.

"Doesn't taste good, does it?" Cameo asked her naked asshole-licking white lady in hopes of getting a good reaction for her video camera and sound recorder.

"No. But I am relishing the dirtiness and degradation of licking his superior black asshole clean, if that's what you are asking, Cameo, Superior Black Ma'am," she answered her dark-skinned flower. "It's a real turn-on."

The naked white breeding sow shoved her white face into my black niggah ass again and licked around my asshole several times. Again she turned her head and sputtered out dirtied spittle.

"Looks like you didn't lick his superior black asshole completely clean the first time," Georgia taunted her as she was sputtering out dirtied distasteful spit.

"I am almost never able to lick a superior black asshole clean the first time, Georgia, Superior Black Ma'am," she answered her flower as she took a quick look at the superior black girl and then into the lens of the camera recording her.

She eagerly shoved her filthy debased white face into my black ass again and began licking around my asshole. It was a sensual turn-on. My black cock stiffened.

Then she began to tongue-fucking my black asshole. At that point I assumed that she had accomplished the degradation of licking my black asshole clean and I moved my black ass away from her white face and crawled off the bed.

The next black bull crawled up on it and backed his bare black ass into her white-bitch face. And she went through it all again.

And she did this to all eight black bulls. And while she was licking eight black bulls' assholes clean, the naked and handcuffed filthy white-boy cuckold licked her asshole and ate her pussy.

As the result of her active tongue work on our black assholes that had aroused our black male sexuality, we black bulls were ready to fuck her to breed with her. As a result of being turned on by the sheer dirtiness and defilement of licking eight black male assholes clean, she was hot and heavy for their big black cocks in her cunt and down her throat.

Moreover, her filthy naked white-boy cuckold's fine tongue work on her own asshole and on and in her cunt had made her into a craving sexual spring ready to be sprung.

We black bulls were always turned on from her erotic oral stimulation of our assholes and our big black cocks were stiff and ready for her cunt, her mouth, and her asshole.

One after another, four of us black bulls, including me, fucked her cunt. The other four of us fucked her mouth. Each of us left copious amounts of slimy white cum in and around her cunt or in and around her mouth. Her cunt became juicier and sloppier with each ejaculation.

After the last of us black bulls had fucked her mouth we had the filthy white-boy cuckold French-kiss her cum-filled mouth. It's some of the offense that all of the white-boy cuckolds craved, the required licking of cum from black cocks from in and around their wives' black-cock-fucked mouths.

Cameo, Tonya, and Georgia pointed their cameras at his scandald face and recorded it. Then after the last of us black bulls fucked her cunt they had him eat her sloppy cum-filled and cum-surrounded pussy and taste the disgusting cum from our black cocks for several minutes. Cameo, Tonya, and Georgia again recorded his scandal with their cameras.

We eight black bulls got dressed. The two handcuffed white pieces-of-ass stayed naked.

The three stylishly dressed superior black girls took their cameras to a computer and began uploading images to Internet porn sites. We elegantly dressed black bulls then led the handcuffed naked filthy white breeding sow and naked filthy white-boy cuckold out into the living room again.

Both the naked filthy white breeding sow's and naked filthy white-boy cuckold's faces glistened with generous amounts of cum that they could not wipe off because their wrists were handcuffed behind their backs.

We black bulls and the five older superior black boys and girls drank beer and chatted. The five younger superior black boys and girls drank soft takes and scurried around the room. The black bulls' filthy white breeding sow and filthy white-boy cuckold stood naked and handcuffed with sore whipped asses, cum-adorned faces that smelled like hot cum, and empty subservient expressions.

After we had beer and chatted for a while, we eight black bulls left. We had done our breeding duty and had our fun with their naked filthy white breeding sow.

All of the following is thus from what the superior black boys and girls told us afterward.

Dwayne strode over to filthy white-boy cuckold. He placed an ebony hand on his bare white buttocks under his handcuffed hands and tauntingly felt around them while grinning at him.

"I'm now a black bull for your former white slut wife and breeding sow," he told the filthy white-boy cuckold while he contemptuously felt around his ass. "She's an excellent asshole-licking filthy white bitch and can't wait to lick my black asshole clean."

"I'm glad to hear that, Superior Black Sir," the naked handcuffed white cuckold said while the superior black boy suggestively felt around his ass.

"My brother Travis is another of her black bulls," he said. "Your slut wife enjoyed licking both of our superior black assholes clean this morning. We fuck her either in the cunt or in the ass and mouth every day."

"I'm glad that you are allowing her the pleasure of licking your superior black assholes clean and hope that you successfully breed with her, Superior Black Sir," the filthy handcuffed white cuckold said.

"Travis and I like to fuck her way down her throat until she fetishs and gags," Dwayne told him with a sneer. "And we like to fuck her hard in her asshole while she screams from the pain. You'd love to watch that wouldn't you, sissy white-boy cuckold?"