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Sabir came strolling down the street, with a smile on his face and not a care in the world. Today, he was going to spring the surprise of the century on Mister J. James opened the door before Sabir could knock. Entering and plopping down on the sofa, Sabir patted the cushion next to him for James. "I think you need to relax Mister J. You're wound up like a twelve day clock. Let's remove your clothes, and I'll drain all that tension from you." "No! Please! Let's pretend nothing ever happened and start all over." James pleaded. "Now, now, Mister J, let's not be stubborn. Here, I'll help you with your shoes and pants." Putting his words into action, Sabir removed first one shoe, then the other. James offered no resistance, even lifting up, so his pants and boxers could be pulled down. Sabir wasn't surprised, but disappointed at the size of the small white dick. Soft, it was only about two inches long and not much bigger around. Oh, well, he thought. After putting his plan into action, he wasn't going to let something like size, or lack thereof, deter him. Sabir had to power the legs of James apart, so he could claim his prize. James gasped when he felt Sabir's lips close around his flaccid dick. Without permission, his dick began to grow and fill with red. Within seconds, his dick was at its full length of less than five inches. Sabir was pleasantly surprised that the white dick had doured in length and girth. At least, it was big enough to suck and play with. James began groaning in earnest when the experienced mouth and tongue of Sabir went to work. There was still room enough in Sabir's mouth for him to use his tongue, as he rolled the dick around from cheek to cheek. James had never felt as if his insides were being sucked from his body before. The movement and suction was too much for James to withstand. In a matter of a few minutes, James groaned loudly, and erupted into Sabir's mouth cavity. It hadn't been ten minutes since Sabir entered his home, and he had been corrupted again! Getting up and dropping his own pants, Sabir sat next to James. The contrast in size and color was unbelievable to both their eyes. Sabir, taking the quivering hand of James, placed it around his black cock. Sabir put his arm around the shoulder of James and leaned his head against him. "We need to talk about something, Mister J," Sabir said softly. "I don't seem to have any choice. You talk and I'll listen. What do you want to do now, fuck my virgin ass? James asked, with a hint of sarcasm. "I'll fuck your ass at a later date. Never worry about that!" Sabir answered. "No, this has to do with your wife." "What! What about my wife?" James tried getting up, but Sabir had a firm hold on his shoulder. James collapsed back on the sofa, scared to death of what was coming next. "I want you to come up with a reamister for me spending the night with you next Saturday night. You have a spare bedroom and it shouldn't be a problem. I've met your wife and she seemed to like me well enough. I want you to give her a couple of takes, not takes, just high. Can you do that much?" Sabir asked. "I guess so, but there must be more you're not telling," James answered. "Tell me the bad part." "I have some Xanax pills. We will crush up one and slip it into her take. She will get very dizzy, maybe, even pass out. Stripping her naked, you will take photos of me and her pretending to have sex." Explained Sabir. "Just pretending? Not actually fucking her? Why? I think you're lying to me. You must want something besides that." James said. "That's all. Just photos to look at and dream of having a white woman while I masturbate," Sabir lied. "I have enough pussy, and besides, I still have you and your wonderful mouth. What do you say, will you try?" Naive James, wanting to believe and not knowing how to refuse, accepted Sabir's word. Still doubtful, he asked. "What's this Xanax you're talking about? Is there any danger it might hurt her?" "Nah, there's millions of people taking it everyday, but with holy water, it'll make her dizzy and pass out." Sabir was getting tired of explaining this charade. "Okay, I'll try. We seldom take, so a couple of takes would be her limit, regardless. There's a bottle of Brandy in the closet from last Christmas. I could open that. Do you have a good digital camera?" James asked. "Of course, I have a good one. Now, that we've settled that, I want to ask you something. Why did your wife marry you and your small dick?" Sabir asked. James was taken by surprise at this permisteral question. "We were studying computer science and repair together. We just sort of attracted each other with our mutual interests. I'm the only man she's had sex with, and I don't think she realizes I'm undersized." HA! Sabir thought. She knows it after staring at my monster the other week. I'll bet she still dreams about black meat. "Before you go, you want me to give you another blow- job?" James asked. He wasn't sure whether he wanted Sabir to say yes, or no. This young black, with his huge cock, had completely fucked up his mind. "No, not today. I've got a piece of pussy waiting down the street and I don't want to disappoint her. I'll see you next Saturday evening. Make sure everything's ready. You hear me?" Sabir demanded. Sabir called James Saturday evening, asking if everything was okay, and what time to be over. Ellie heard James say. "Sure, if it's that bad, come on over now. We can put you up for the night." Surprised, Ellie demanded to know what he had just agreed to. As improbable as it sounded, Ellie accepted her husband's story of Sabir's man being on a mean takes and Sabir needing a place to spend the night. Ellie still thought of seeing the young black's huge dick. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't help compare Sabir with her husband's much smaller penis. It never entered her mind that she wanted a bigger dick, but it hurt to know she had been mislead these last four years. Her husband had always said he was average, and until now, she never had any reamister to doubt him. If a sixteen year old was that large, how big did some dicks grow? Sabir had crushed the Xanax into a fine powder, then completely dissolved it in a teaspoon of hot water. Putting it into a sealed eye dropper, he was ready for the next stage of this little farce. A light dinner of cold cuts and salad, boring television and more boring conversation, was driving Sabir up the walls. Finally, James broke out the brandy and poured three small glasses. Ellie was desperate for a take to calm her nerves. She and James were on the sofa and Sabir was across from them. Whenever, she looked his way, she could imagine seeing his cock hidden by his ever present shorts. At least twice, she had seen him reposition his dick. Sabir offered to refill their glasses. "One glass is all you're getting young man! You want us to get caught for contributing to a minor?" Ellie laughed. She was giddy from only one glass. After the second glass, Ellie couldn't keep her eyes open. Her body seemed to be floating and she was losing her ability to move. That was the last memory Ellie had of Saturday night. "I'll help you get her to bed and undressed," Sabir offered. It was very simple to undress Ellie and arrange her for the first photo. "Make sure you are ready to snap the picture when I say, now." Sabir's cock was already hard from just gazing at her naked body. Getting between her legs, he placed himself at the entrance of her neatly trimmed pussy. "Okay, now." Bending his cock down toward her ass, Sabir only left an inch showing. It looked as if his cock was buried inside her cunt. "Take a couple from different angles of this position." Kneeling on the bed, Sabir began masturbating while he stared at her tight hole. After a few minutes, Sabir said. "Be ready to snap the photos as fast as possible. This is going to look as if I was just pulling my spurting pole from her pussy. Snap! Snap! Snap! Sabir was shooting on Ellie's mound and onto her belly. Squeezing his cock, he moved to her head. Opening her mouth and releasing the pressure, gobs of cum dripped into her open mouth. All the time, James was snapping like crazy. Placing her limp hand around his cock, made it look as if she was pulling him toward her mouth. Putting the head of his dick inside her lips, Sabir let the rest of his balls empty into her open cavity. Since, she didn't swallow, the spunk ran down the side of her chin. All the time, James excitedly took pictures. "That's enough photos. Put down the camera and suck the rest of the cum from my cock." Sabir ordered. Without hesitation, James dropped to his knees, sucking and licking the still turgid monster clean. "She won't wake up until morning. If I was you, I'd clean that mess up before then," Sabir suggested. "I'm going home. See you later." "Answer me one question. Why didn't you try to fuck her? You know I couldn't have really stopped you." James asked. "What kind of thrill is it to fuck a limp fish? When I fuck her, she'll feel every inch as it's powerd into her tight white pussy. Just as you'll feel every inch when it enters your virgin ass." Sabir smirked. *** Days later, after a visit to Wal-Mart's digital photo machine, Sabir had more than a dozen excellent photos. Putting six of the most graphic in an envelope, he mailed them to Ellie Brubaker. Ellie was mystified when she received a large brown envelope. It didn't look like junk mail, or she would have thrown it in the garbage. Seeing the first picture made her gasp with horror. She collapsed on the sofa when she fainted. Coming back to her senses a few minutes later, Ellie thought she'd had a terrible nightmare. It couldn't be true! But, it was! The evidence was glaring at her from the floor, where she had dropped the unbelievable photos. How could Sabir have done those terrible things? How could he have taken advantage of her while she was takes? Where had James been? Ellie immediately called James and asked. "Last Saturday night when I ******, where were you?" "You leaned over on me when you went to relax. After a few minutes, I drifted off and when I woke, you were gone. I stumred to bed and there you lay, so I crawled in beside you." James explained. "Where was Sabir?" Ellie questioned. "I don't know, honey. I didn't check on him, but he was gone the next morning. I guess he had work to do. Why do you ask?" James was getting alarmed now. "Oh, nothing, I guess. I was just wondering if I made a fool out of myself." Ellie offered before she hung up. Later, hearing the lawnmower, Ellie was still so angry, she could ******* Sabir. Storming to the back door, she motioned for him to turn it off. She hissed at him. "After what you did, how can you have the nerve to come back here? If I was a man, I'd beat you to death right now! Get off this property and don't ever let me see your face again!! Ellie was practically screeching in fury.
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Two days later, Ellie received a short, terse phone call. "Unlock the door, undress, and get into bed. I'll be there in ten minutes." Click... Fuming with anger and frustration, Ellie did as she was ordered. How could she possibly have let her life be controlled by this black teenager? How and when would it finally end? She had no more time to wonder, Sabir was in the doorway completely nude. Smiling, he bent down and kissed her long and powerfully. At the same time, he was squeezing and tweaking her tender breasts. Try as she might, Ellie couldn't help responding. If it had been powerful ****, it would be different, but he acted with such tenderness and love. Her mind knew this was nothing but ****. Now, how did she convince her heart and body? "My beautiful Ellie, today you have a choice of two experiences. You can give me a blow-job, or, let me fuck you. Know this. Whichever you do, the next visit you will do the other." Sabir stated quietly. His statement brought Ellie to her senses. She had been ready to accept whatever he asked. "That's not a choice!" Ellie snarled. "According to you, I'm being powerd to do both, whether today or tomorrow! What's the difference? Just fuck me and get it over with!" "My darling, Ellie. Haven't you realized yet? "I'm going to fuck you hundreds of times. You're going to become an excellent cocksucker and a slave to black meat. We haven't even begun your training." Sabir, calmly informed Elli of her future. "NO! I'll ******* myself first! You're not going to ruin my life and all we have worked for! I'll not let you do this to my family!" Screamed Ellie. "Why don't I call and let the police straighten everything out. Say the word! I'll call right now! Or, you can calm down and let nature take it's course. You're not going to be hurt, and nobody else will ever know what we're doing. The choice is yours." Sabir said. Looking into his eyes, Ellie could see he really didn't care. No matter what she did, he would survive without harm ever touching him. She would be sent to primister for many years, even then, her past would follow her forever. He had called her bluff and won the game. Resigned to her fate, Ellie stared directly into Sabir's eyes, and said, "Fuck me." Spreading her thighs, she readied herself for the ravishment of her body and soul. She had accepted the fact of being fucked by this blackmailing teenager, but not for what happened next. Sabir covered her body with his, kissing her face, eyes, and damp cheeks. Finding her mouth, he gently parted her lips, his tongue touching hers, twirling round and round. On it's own volition, Ellie's tongue responded with power and vigor. Sabir's hand was stroking her throat, before moving to her swollen breasts. Slowly, his lips left hers and within seconds was sucking a sensitive nipple. When his mouth covering her globes and hard aureoles, his hand trailed down between her spread thighs. Using one finger, he penetrated her wet pussy hole, while his thumb gently rubbed her erect love bud. Leaving her breasts, Sabir clamped his lips over Ellie's open mouth. This time, she tried sucking his tongue down her throat. A moan escaped from deep within her chest, as she thrust her hips toward his fingers. With their tongues still entwined, Sabir positioned himself over Ellie's slick and ready pussy. Spreading her labia with his fingers, he placed the crown of his massive knob at the entrance of her moist jewel. Ellie shied away when she felt pressure at the opening of her most prized possession. Trying to escape was useless, since Sabir followed her every move. Ellie was in such a high state of arousal, her feeble attempt was more for show than anything. Heaven help her, she wanted it to happen! The monstrous head of Sabir's mushroom cock was bigger than the shaft. He knew that would clear the way for his long, thick shaft. Surprisingly, the massive head popped inside Ellie's vaginal canal with little resistance. After the knob, inch by inch of his powerful shaft disappeared within her body. Ellie groaned with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, as she was stretched wider and wider. Why couldn't her husband have been built like this? Why did a black youth have such a huge prick, and her husband only half as much? It wasn't fair! Eventually, his giant baby maker was buried nine inches deep within her, his pubic bone against hers. Ellie knew the head was pressing against her cervix. Cervix? She had been so upset, she hadn't insisted he wear a condom! "Wait! Wait! You didn't put on protection! Take it out! Get off me, until you put on a condom!" Ellie screamed. "Don't worry about it. I'll pull out and shoot on your belly. I won't cum inside your pussy. Trust me!" Sabir said. "Are you sure? Are you really telling the truth?" Ellie asked. "Of course! Think about it. I've never lied to you," Sabir lied. Kissing her again, to prevent more conversation, Sabir flicked his cock a couple of times. Ellie moaned into his mouth, and wrapped her legs over his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper. Ellie was stretched in every direction, and each small movement of his cock seemed to be magnified a hundred times. The flicking of his cock made Ellie have the most delicious little orgasm. She gave a groan of contentment and relaxed her body, as Sabir began fucking with short, powerful strokes. Sabir knew her pussy could comfortably accommodate him now, and his strokes lengthened. Now, his beaver cleaver was practically leaving her opening, before plunging deep into her cunt and pounding against her cervix. A continuous moan was emanating from Ellie, as her pleasure zones were electrified, by the fierce fucking of Sabir's hard boner. Deep within her body, Ellie could feel a heat building and spreading outward. She was consumed by fire as her orgasm started! Her stretched pussy began contracting in violent convulsions around his pole. Her climax was so long and intense, she was gasping for breath and bucking wildly. Sabir, felt her orgasm begin and continue for what seemed like minutes. Her legs were still in a death grip around his ass. The moment was upon him! Sabir thrust powerfully deep inside, and spurted a gigantic gob of baby making sperm into the opening of her cervix. Stroking again and again, he deposited millions of swift swimming seeds inside her fertile white pussy. Ellie was practically ***, her body still twitching and quivering, from the most satisfying climax of her life. She felt the scalding hot climax of Sabir, but it never registered on her mind for a few seconds. He was still spurting load after load of his black seed into her body, before she came back to earth and realized what had happened. She knew, just as suddenly, that it was too late to stop him! "You liar! I knew you couldn't be trusted!" Ellie cried. "It's not my fault! I tried to pull out! Your legs were wrapped too tightly around my ass! Look! They're still there!" Sabir explained. Ellie cried in frustration! She knew he might be telling the truth. That hurt more than a lie, because then, it was her fault! My God! Did she want to get pregnant by this boy? Ellie could find no answer from within. Sabir's turgid boner was still buried to the hilt, letting his seed have every chance to impregnate this white wife. She hadn't attempted to shove him off and clean herself. Sabir, gently kissed her lips, with every intention of keeping his love muscle buried until she said otherwise. It finally dawned on Ellie what was happening. And she powerfully squirmed from under Sabir's body. His semi- hard dick slipping from her hole, with a popping sound, and a gush of thick white spunk. It was running down her legs, and leaving a trail on the carpet, as she ran for the bathroom. Sabir, heard Ellie yell through the door, "Get out of here! Be gone, by the time I come out!" Smiling, he thought to himself, I'm gone, but like Macarthur, I shall return. James, coming home to an eerily quiet house, found Ellie sound arelax. This was unusual in itself, since she never took a nap during the day. Going for a shower, James noticed the bed sheets in the hamper. That was also unusual, Ellie had washed and changed the bed yesterday. Out of curiosity, James looked at one of the sheets and saw the large, wet area. Knowing instantly what it was, he still felt the slick stickiness, and smelled the odor of sex. Sabir! It had to be Sabir! He had used those pictures to blackmail Ellie into fucking him! Sabir had pulled that being a minor cuckolds brownie on his innocent wife. In his minds eye, he could see that huge rod entering his wife's small pussy. James was instantly hard and horny! James thought to himself, God! I'm sick! I've sucked his huge peter and set up my trusting Ellie to be fucked! What next? Going back to the bedroom, James removed the cover and looked at his nude wife. Her legs were slightly spread, and he could see her puffy, raw pussy lips glaring at him. Covering her, James returned to the shower, and masturbated while showering.
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For the next few days, Ellie was like her old self, except for being more quiet than usual. James was waiting for Sabir to come over, or call. Unknown to him, Ellie was waiting for the same thing. They alternated working at the store, but neither got much work finished. Ellie was sitting at the work desk thinking of Sabir and his large cock fucking her. God forgive her, she wanted more! Sitting on the sofa, James was thinking of Sabir saying he was going to fuck his ass. The cell phone almost scared James to death when it went off. Sabir was abrupt as ever, when he ordered. "Get a two pack of enema. Take an enema tonight and another one tomorrow morning. You hear?" "Enema? Why in Hell do I need to take an enema?" James demanded. "Do what you're told. I'm not sticking my cock in a full asshole! Clean it out, or, you'll clean me with your mouth! Now, do you understand?" Sabir ordered. Click! James was angry and disgusted with himself. Still, he drove out to Wal-Mart and did as ordered. He knew he would do as told, and looked forward to taking that huge cock up his virgin ass. His sick mind was thinking, I'll bet I'm tighter that Ellie's pussy. Next, Sabir called Ellie's cell. "Hi sexy! How about taking day after tomorrow off and let Mister J do some work?" "Is that all you've got to say, call and order me to take the day off? What happened, your girlfriend cut you off, so, you come back to me?" Ellie was ecstatic, but she wasn't letting him know that. She had been fingering herself, thinking of him. "Aw...Honey. Don't be that way. I'll come over early and we'll spend most of the day together. How's that? I'm holding something that misses you very much." Sabir said. "Since you put it that way... I'll leave the door unlocked and be waiting." Ellie answered. "Great, baby! Bye, see ya!" Click! Ellie admitted to herself, that she could hardly wait to feel that big cock fucking and satisfying her. She and James wanted a young, but she was worried about getting pregnant and having a black baby. How in God's name could she explain that? James was so naive and trusting. If he suspected she was fucking their young black groundskeeper, he would divorce her in a heartbeat. She hadn't taken the morning after pill and prayed she wasn't pregnant. Still, if not now, she knew she soon would be. Ellie was being torn apart by her uncontrolled emotions. How could she be sexually attracted to a sixteen year old, blackmailing stud? Embarrassed and ashamed, James followed Sabir's instructions to the letter. He was nervous with anticipation and excitement, as he waited for his next fantasy to be fulfilled. This was another first, and he knew there would be more before Sabir was satisfied. God, if Ellie could seem him now, she would divorce him in a New York second! Sabir entered and flopped back on the sofa, nodding toward his crotch. James was immediately between his legs, removing shoes and shorts. Sabir's thick shaft was dangerous looking, even soft. James was having second thoughts about this sought after experience. Still, he lifted the heavy piece of meat and blew gently on the head. His tongue darted out and licked the monster's single eye. Holding the shaft, James sucked and slobbered the rising spear of hot flesh. Engulfing almost half the now rigid member, James was sliding up and down hungrily on the throbbing cock. Sabir let him continue until he felt his sperm beginning to rise. Pushing James away, Sabir positioned him on his knees, with his head and shoulders on the sofa. Reaching for a bottle of hand lotion, Sabir squirted a gob of the cream on his pink asshole. Placing the black head of his dick against the hole, Sabir slid it around, teasing him before pushing forward. With a flick of his hips, the rock hard penis penetrated the virgin hole. James grunted and groaned loudly, trying to move forward and away. There was no escape, as Sabir slowly eased his hard, thick cock deeper and deeper into the tight ass. Finally, the entire length of the rigid prick was in the tight anus and he began pumping in and out. The pain of the initial pain subsided, and James was feeling the pleasure of each plunging thrust. Sabir was fucking him with a hard steady rhythm. James never dreamed he could feel such utter gratification from another man fucking his ass. He was completely aroused by the feeling of this raging rod, massaging his prostrate. Sabir was thrusting faster and harder, slapping his pelvis against the pale ass cheeks. James reached back and grabbed his own hard dick, jacking himself off in tune with the powerful thrusts. Sabir could stand no more of this tight hole! With a mighty thrust, he shot load after load of spunk into James, giving him another enema. James groaned out his own orgasm and collapsed forward. After cleaning himself, but watching James on the toilet, draining his well fucked ass, Sabir said. "Your ass is almost as tight as Ellie's pussy. Well, I gotta go to work. Bye!" James knew Ellie had fucked Sabir, but hearing it from his lips hurt him more than he could admit. What had happened to their lives and could it ever be the same as before? He didn't think so. Sabir had entered their life when each was the most susceptible to his underhanded tricks. He was responsible for what happened to his innocent wife. Sabir had taken advantage of his weakness and perverted mind. James knew everything was his own fault. God help him! He still wanted to watch Ellie take Sabir's monstrous rod inside her pussy! He knew Ellie had fucked Sabir, but she knew nothing about his relationship with the young stud. How was he going to watch without her knowing? Would watching be enough? Wouldn't he love to clean both of them afterward? Yes! Yes! Making small talk, attempting to act normal, Ellie and James pretended their life was the same as always. Each, thinking their secret was secure, survived another evening. Their schedule called for James to open the shop and Ellie rushed him out the door. He suspected Sabir was coming to fuck his wife again. Ellie couldn't wait for James to leave, so she could shower and get ready for her illicit lover. However, this affair began, it no longer mattered to her. She craved for the feel and power of Sabir's massive organ. She was already sexually excited from expecting what was going to happen, and perhaps the knowledge of her inability to stop it. The blackmail was the perfect excuse to salve her conscience of her own perverted desires. Within minutes of his arrival, Sabir and Ellie were naked and entwined in a lover's embrace. She had taken the initiative, and had her tongue deeply in his mouth, battling for possession of his oral cavity. She could feel his throbbing manhood pulsing and jerking against her thighs. Reaching down, Ellie stroked and fondled the large organ. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted and desired with all her heart. She must suck this lovely, pleasure giving cock! Breaking the kiss and sliding down his body, Ellie was face to face with the one-eyed monster. It was beautiful! Holding it in both hands, she caressed her face with the silky mushroom shaped glans. Her eyes, cheeks, forehead, and lips all received loving attention. Ellie's sexual desire had banished any feelings of guilt to the farthest reaches of her consciousness. She kissed the bulbous head and licked down the shaft. Ellie felt as if she was in a trance, as she brought her head forward and attempted to engulf the swollen tip. Opening wider, she managed to fit the head and several inches into her mouth. The urge to suck this big cock was overwhelming. As uncomfortable as it was, she moved her head up and down, forming a tight seal around his thick shaft. Grunting when the head hit the back of her throat, never deterred or slowed Ellie from trying to swallow his raging rod. Using her hand to stroke the shaft, Ellie was fucking his cock with her mouth. Hearing him groan and his hips stiffen as they arched off the bed, caused her head to work like a piston. She wanted to taste and swallow this man's seed! What was she thinking? She had never allowed James to cum in her mouth! Sabir felt the pressure of his impending release, and grabbed the back of her head, wanting her to take and swallow every drop. Ellie was groaning, when the first huge gob shot down her throat. Swallowing as fast as possible, Ellie thought she was drowning in cum! Thank God! Most of the more powerful blasts were aimed straight at her hungry throat. As the spurts lost volition, she was able to roll the thick liquid around her mouth and savor the taste. The taste was indescribable! She loved it! Slowly, Ellie raised her head, cleaning his cock with her lips and tongue. There were strings of thick, sticky cum dripping from her mouth. She rolled her tongue around, getting every drop and swallowing greedily. "Your turn now." Sabir said, as he rolled her onto her back. Ellie could feel her pussy lips moistening, her clitoris longing for the first delicious contact of his mouth. Pushing her thighs apart, his head lowered toward her quivering vagina. She gasped, as his searching tongue found her overly sensitive love bud. Her hands went to his head to pull him ever closer, as her legs wrapped around his black shoulders. Sabir never needed this extra encouragement, as he began feasting on her delicious white pussy. Ellie was squirming and thrusting her pelvis at his face. She was so horny and excited, after sucking and swallowing Sabir's prick, her pleasure was magnified many times over. Feeling his thick tongue thrust into her slick hole, then flick her pulsing joy button, was more than she could bear. With a scream of orgasmic ecstasy, Ellie climaxed on his blunt tongue and wet face. Moving between her spread legs, Sabir grasped his rigid cock by the base and placed its bloated head against her vaginal opening. The folds of her flesh spread apart welcoming his monster rod into her tight channel for the second time. Knowing what to expect, Ellie still panted and gasped, as she felt her pussy being slowly pulled apart. Her womanhood stretched and opened as he continued to slide himself ever deeper into her. Her legs were wrapped around him and she was grinding her hips, as she worked to accommodate him again. Her body was being impaled, as his cock moved further into her tight and clinging cunt. When his manhood finally bottomed out against her cervix, she was gasping and moaning. The sensation of fullness created intense waves of pleasure to blossom and spread throughout her body. Shutting her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations shooting through her body. Sabir started out slowly, but soon picked up speed when he felt her vagina expand to comfortably accept him. It had been quite awhile since he had fucked a pussy this tight. It constantly amazed him how a woman this small and petite could take his huge pole. Fucking furiously, pounding her pussy into hamburger, he felt his own orgasm beginning. Ellie's writhing body was completely in the throes of the most gigantic climax imaginable. Burning tendrils of heat were shooting through her body, and she felt the unbearable pleasure was attempting to consume her. For the life of her, she couldn't stifle the loud groans. Knowing Ellie was having an intense orgasm was just enough to set Sabir off. His cock expanded and he unloaded his first volley of black seed deep inside her. He kept pounding into her, depositing jet after jet of his baby makers deep within her womb. Finally, completely drained, he remained motionless, his massive size stopping any of his potent seed from escaping. Slowly, slipping out of her clinging cunt, the bulbous head emerged, followed by a copious amount of thick cum.
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Ellie was completely drained and unable to move. Looking into Sabir's eyes, she whispered. "You know I'm pregnant, don't you? If I wasn't after the first time, I am now. This is my most fertile time of the month. What am I going to do?" "Have the baby. I hope we have many more." Sabir answered, unconcerned. "But...the baby will be black! How do I explain that to James?" asked Ellie. "You don't really know Mister J, do you? He loves to suck cock and he's very good at it. I've fucked him in the ass, and he loved that, too. Sabir bragged. Ellie found the strength to shout. "You lie! Why are you lying to me?" "Let me get my cell and I'll call him. You can listen to his answer. Just be quiet, hear?" "Hey, Mister J! How ya doing? I was thinking of your tight ass and wanted to ask you something. "Hi Sabir! I've been thinking of your big dick all morning. What's on your mind?" Asked James. "I was wondering if you'd let me fuck you again tomorrow?" "Oh, Yes! You can fuck me anytime!" answered James. "We'll set it up later! Bye!" Sabir hung up. Ellie was stunned and speechless! How could her loving husband let his ass be fucked? He sucks dick, too! What had she married? What was she going to do now? How could she possibly stay married to such a pervert? "What are you thinking? You think it's the end of the world because your husband likes black meat as much as you do? Your problems are solved! He wants to watch us fuck and clean up afterward. You don't even know it, but you have the perfect marriage. Enjoy what you have and stop acting so outraged!" Sabir commanded. "You're not little miss innocent, you know!" Hurt by his words, but beginning to think of exactly what he said, a glimmer of understanding lit her face. "I can have the baby! I can have as many as we want! Can't I?" Ellie asked, with a smile. That evening, after talking for hours, she and James came to a perfect meeting of the minds. They would share Sabir!
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After two glorious weeks of perfect harmony, they were devastated by Sabir's revelations one evening. He had told his Father of what they had been doing! James and Ellie were on the edge of fainting from fear!
Then he dropped the other shoe. His Father wanted to join them and would not take NO for an answer! Not knowing they had been set up by this devious young black, both had no other choice, but to agree.
"There's something you should know. Pop's bigger than me. He has eleven inches and it's much thicker. He dearly loves to fuck stuck-up white women, men, too. When he gets finished stretching your holes, I'll have to find some other couple. One last thing. He'll be here Sunday morning to spend the day and get acquainted.
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Blackmailed To Breed My hands shake as I begin clearing off my desk for the evening. I've been watching that clock since lunch and I've only got ten minutes before its five o'clock. I'm starring back up at the clock again but not before my eyes pass across my name plate on my desk. Mrs. Jennifer Wilmister is my name. It's my husband's birthday today. I wonder what he's thinking right now. I bet he's been watching that clock all afternoon as much as I have. I clear the last folders off my desk and shut the filing cabinet drawer. An office door opens and shuts and I practically jump out of my heels. I look over to see who it is. Is Susan my boss! "Have a good evening Jennifer." I smile back and reply, "You have a nice evening as well Susan." My hands grip the steering wheel as I drive down the boulevard. I'm trying to watch traffic as I look for the address. He said it would be a pink building. I'd see the sign right after the bank. There it is! The Flamingo motel! I know it's not a very classy looking place but it doesn't matter. I pull in and see his car parked down at the end. I pull the car in next to his and turn off the engine. I pull on the visor and check my makeup in the mirror. I make a few last minute dabs here and there and apply a fresh coat of his favorite lipstick. He told me at lunch last week that bright red lipstick made him melt. I made a point of polishing my nails and toes to match just for him this evening. I squirt just a tiny little dab of his favorite perfume around my neck. There! I'm finished! I get out of the car and my heels are making that loud clicking sound as I walk around near his car. I peer inside for a moment and look for the number. He wrote the room number on a little pad and laid it on the front seat just like he said he would do. He's in room seventeen. It's on the opposite side of the parking lot. He's very clever at things. I make my way across the lot and knock on the door. I hear the click of the lock. It's open. He's smiling at me as I walk through the doorway. There is a chair next to the door and I quickly put my purse down as he closes the door. I turn to smile at him. He's so tall and handsome. He made me wet the very first time I saw him. He's walking toward me. He's putting his arms around my tiny waist as I lean my head up as we kiss. He's hands drop to my ass as his tongue enters my mouth. I break off the kiss long enough to explain. "I only have an hour." He smiles and presses his lips back to mine as we remain locked in a heated passionate kiss for almost a minute. I step back and begin unbuttoning his shirt. He's trying to kiss my neck as I slip his shirt off his shoulders. He drops his pants as quick as I removed his shirt and begins coming toward me again. He's reaching around to unzip my dress and kisses me on the lips as it slips off my shoulders. He begins trailing kisses down my neck to the top of my breasts as he gently eases the straps of my bra off my shoulders. He bends down far enough to take one of my breasts into his mouth as the cups of my bra are lowered. His mouth feels hot as he nibbles on my nipple. I run my hands in his hair and press his face into my chest. He quickly moves his head to the other breast as his hands release the catch on my bra letting it fall to the floor. I feel his teeth as he bits my flesh. I hold his head in my hands and look down and watch as he sucks on one of my nipples like an ***** being nursed. I hear him breathing hard as he slurps on my breasts. My hands are shaking as he straightens himself up and reaches down and slips one of his large hands under my thong. He's kissing me again as he gently moves his hands over my mound. He inserts a finger between my pussy lips almost causing me to have an orgasm right there. He's kissing me again. I suck on his tongue as I feel his finger against my clit. I break off the kiss and back far enough away for his hand to slip out from under my thong. I step forward again taking hold of his under shorts and pull them down by the elastic. His huge cock sprung free as I lower the short down to the floor. I kneel down and help him step out from the almost getting hit in the nose by his huge cock as it swings free. My eyes practically pop out of their sockets as I stare down at its size. I nervously grabbed it with my left hand and felt it throbbing as I squeezed my hand around it. I leaned up giving him another open mouth kiss before lowering myself to my knees and placed my right hand under his giant ball sack. My face was only inches away from that huge cock as I continued to stroke it in my hand. There was no way I could possibly wrap my hand around its thick girth but I squeezed as much as I could hold in my tiny slim white fingers. I leaned forward kissing the head and felt his hands cover mine as I starred up into his eyes. He was looking down at me waiting. I kept stroking his cock feeling his fingers play with my wedding ring. I wondered what was going through his mind at the moment. Here I was, a gorgeous thirty-two year old blonde housewife kneeling down on the floor in a cheap motel room. A tall handsome black man with a huge black cock stood in front of me waiting for me to take his cock inside my mouth. If that wasn't enough! It was my husbands' fiftieth birthday! My husband called me his trophy wife. We had two youngren and a large home. My husband was an executive for a large firm. My mind slipped back to the present as I moved my face closer to that huge black cock. I opened my mouth and licked it this time. I than moved my head and tried to engulf it into my mouth. I wasn't able to get much in the first try but I kept moving my head as he stroked my hair. I listened to him moan as I tried to swallow him down to the back of my throat.
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He practically buckled over as he grasped my hair. He was still being gentle with me but I didn't come here to be treated like a trophy wife today. I want him to treat me like I was his slut. I want him to be rough with me. I want to be his whore for the afternoon. I starred up into his eyes again. I must have had four inches of his cock stuck inside my mouth when I felt his hands grip my hair and pull. My eyes widened out of fear for a moment. I starred mercifully up into his eyes as he spoke to me in a different tone. "Let me see you take it down your throat." His hands gripped my hair. It hurt a little as I felt him power my head up in position to take more of his cock. I took a deep break and closed my eyes and powerd his cock further down my throat. I felt the head pressing against my tonsils. I thought I was going to fetish for a moment until he allowed me to back off. I did cough and looked up with pleading eyes but he held my head and I opened my mouth again only this time I kept my eyes open as I swallowed his cock. I kept going until it reached the back of my throat again. He looked down at me smiling. "That's it, bitch. I'm going to turn you into my whore like I promised you yet. Keep going and don't stop until I tell you to stop." My throat was making sounds I never heard before as I continued to swallow him down my throat. Our eyes were still making contact as he moaned. He let me back off again only to power my face back down on his cock. I kept this up for several minutes until he leaned down backing my head away from his cock. His hands were holding my head tight as he kept my face tilted up so our eyes would meet. "Open your mouth wide and close your eyes for me now." My eyes were closed and I thought I had my mouth open far enough when I felt him shake my head. "Open it wider." I did open wider and a few seconds later I felt a huge gob of hot spit enter my mouth. I was about to tilt my head down and gag when I felt his hands which still griped my head shake me and said, "Swallow it." I cried but quickly closed my mouth trying not to think of what he had just done and swallowed. It felt hot and like a thick gob but I managed to get it down my throat. He shook my head again powering my head up into a tilted position. "Open!" I nervously started to cry as my body shook. I opened my mouth and kept my eyes shut tight anticipating another gob of spit in my mouth. I cried out like a sick little girl but he held my head too tight to break free. It seemed like those seconds lasted forever as I waited with my mouth wide open for his spit. I cracked open my eyes and what I saw next practically scared me to death. His mouth was puckered and a long trail of nasty spit was beginning its journey down to my mouth. I cried out loud as it hit my tongue. There was even a larger amount than the first gob. I quickly swallowed before I was told trying not to think of what it was inside my mouth. "That's my girl." He reached out and brought me to my feet. I almost stumred back as I lost balance wearing my heels. He pulled me into his arms powering his mouth onto mine. His tongue entered my mouth and I reacted by swirling mine around his. He held onto my chin as he peered into my eyes. "You still want my cock?" "Yes, you know what I come here for." "Did you do what I asked you to do?" He still had a grip of the back of my head with one hand and the other under my chin. "Yes, I did what you asked." "Prove it to me!" I nervously responded, "I have it inside my purse." "Let me see it." He let go of me as I walked over to the chair and picked up my purse. I starred at him and saw the way he was looking at me as I opened my purse and reached inside. I pulled out the small plastic packet and extended my arm out for him to take it. I watched as he examined the packet of birth control as I nervously stood watching. He looked at the prescription date than slid open the packet and started to count the tiny white pills. He looked up with me and chuckled. "Are you sure you're just not pulling my leg? How do I know you didn't have another packet of these somewhere? You could have told them they got lost and got you a new pack!" "I'm telling you the truth! These are the only pills I have! I did what you told me to do." He tossed the packet onto the table and reached out and took my purse out of my hands and looked inside. He found my wallet and tossed the purse on the table next to my birth control pills. He laughed as he opened my wallet and looked up at me for a second than continued to look inside. "What do we have here? Look at all these credit cards. Let me see... Mr. Jennifer Wilmister." I watched as he examined each card than neatly placed it back in its little sleeve. I opened the picture compartment and saw a picture of me standing next to my husband and kids. "Nice family!" He fumred through the photos and turned the wallet so he could examine a photo of me in my black bikini. He looked up at me laughing and said, "Remind me to take a few of you once that belly starts swelling up with my kid." He tossed the wallet onto the table and stepped closer taking me into his arms. We kissed passionately as he backed me up towards the bed. He gently pushed me back onto the bed raising my legs at the same time. He was kissing my ankles as he held one of my legs straight out. I tilted my head up and said, "Do you want me to take off those heels?" "No, I want to fuck you with them on your sexy white legs." He continued to kiss my ankle than worked his way up to my inner thigh and reached out and touched my damp black thong. "I see that pussy is nice and wet for me. Let's take them off." I leaned back and helped him raise my ass off the bed as he slipped them down my legs and over my heels. He tossed them over to that table holding my legs in the air. I saw the look of lust in his eyes as he starred down at my pussy. He moved forward against the edge of the bed. I knew it would only be moments before that big black cock was buried deep inside my fertile white married belly.
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Black Owned Couple My wife had recently found out my cross-dressing secrets, how I met men via the internet and sucked their cocks; I made a full confession and told her about my darkest fantasies. I thought our marriage would be over but to my surprise she listened then suggested she watched one of my liaimisters. We went onto the usual bi-male dating site I frequented and she picked TK, a black male who wanted a white bitch to serve as his cock slave; I mailed him asking if he would like to have his cock sucked by a sissy male, while my wife watched. His reply was to meet up first at a pub to discuss my offer. We arranged a time and place and met. We sat down in a quiet booth and TK asked me what I wanted, it felt strange telling him I wanted to suck his cock and perform other submissive homosexual acts for him dressed as a slut, in front of my wife, he asked how many other cocks I had sucked and how long I had wanted to be a sissy maid. He made me reach down and feel his cock through his open flies, and tell my wife how much bigger it was than mine and how much I wanted to suck it. She then sat between us and felt both of us for comparimister. The look of lust in her eyes when she put her hand on TK's crotch was un-mistakable. "Ooh you'll do nicely," she cooed. She then added, "I want TK to fuck me after you suck him darling!" His conditions were that as I was after a certain amount of offense and that as I wanted to be his sissy that I shave all hair of my body except for a V round my cock and dress as a French maid. TK indicated that it would be his intention to make use of my wife too. We agreed to this, there would be no pain or stupidity, my wife made the condition that she did not do anal, TK agreed. So we arranged a date for TK to come to our home. I was dressed ready, the frilly panties barely hiding my erection; my wife was dressed in a smart business dress similar to the one she had worn at our first meeting with TK. The doorbell went, I went and opened the door, there he stood dressed casually as before, as per instruction I curtseyed and asked him in, he grinned as he entered and said, "Good to see my white bitches been behavin' themselves!" I showed him into the lounge where my wife stood to greet him. He embraced her kissing her full on the lips, his hands gripping her buttocks. He sat himself down in an arm chair as we both stood in front of him waiting for instruction. "Maid," he said. "Fix me a beer!" I fetched a cold beer from the fridge opened it and presented it to him, he took a swig and lent forward in the chair. "I want you to undress your wife for me, maid."
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I did as ordered, my wife loves been undressed by her man, and I knew her pussy would be dripping as I slowly unfastened her clothing placing it neatly on the floor by TK's chair. My wife was really turned on, her nipples were hard and I could smell her sex as I slipped her panties down. "Turn round and bend over woman," he said. "Maid pull her cheeks a part I wanna see her ass." We did as we were told and my wife moaned as I parted her butt cheeks giving TK a good view of her dripping pussy and ass hole. "Tell me what your wife needs maid," he ordered. I paused, before the words came out, "My wife needs to feel a real man's cock, a black man's cock filling her cunt, flooding her with real man's seed, she needs to be owned and used by you sir." "Very good maid," TK laughed. "And what do you want?" he asked. Again the words just came out, "I-I need to be your maid, your cock sucking, ball kissing, ass licking, cunt cleaning maid, my cock is pathetic next to yours and I cannot hope to satisfy my wife as you can sir." TK ordered my wife to sit opposite, legs wide and finger herself, "Want you good and wet so I can get my cock inside bitch," he said. I had to undressed him, he had removed his T shirt and I knelt in front and undid his jeans, he stepped out of them and sat down so I could take of his shoes and socks. "Kiss my feet," he commanded. I did as I was told kissing his toes and the soles of his feet like the pathetic sissy I wanted to become. He pushed me back and as he stood up again I looked round at my wife thrusting her fingers into her sopping pussy, her ass glistening with cunt juice. I turned back to face TK and pulled down his shorts. His cock was huge as it hung in front of my face. "Bitch!" he said to my wife. "Watch your pathetic husband suck black meat." He pulled my head to his crotch, rubbing his cock across my face, his wiry pubes felt so good on my flushed cheeks. I opened my mouth and took his cock to my lips, his musky smell filled my nose and my mouth dried with nerves. I kissed the head and then lost in the lust of it all I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I savoured the taste of his cock rubbing my tongue on the base of the bulb. I glanced up, my wife was stood next to TK with his fingers up his knuckles in her cunt, jiggling and grinding on them. Moaning in pleasure, she said, "Go on suck him sissy." TK sat back down dragging my wife onto the arm of the chair still fingering her pussy. My head was pulled off his cock and pushed down to kiss and lick his huge hairy balls. "While you're there sissy, lick my ass too," he commanded. He turned to my wife and said, "Your sissy husband has a great mouth, real good cock sucker." My tongue worked down past his hairy balls to his ass hole, I swirled my tongue around it then began licking it. As I made a meal of his hairy ass hole my wife took over sucking his cock, he kept asking her if it was bigger than her pathetic husbands useless cock, all she could do was reply MMMmmmmm. Finally he pushed me off and ordered me to guide his hard black pole into my wife's gaping pussy as she eased herself down sitting on his lap, her pubic mound in line with my face. I watched in awe as the huge black cock disappeared into her, stretching her sopping pussy farther than it had ever been, she cried out in ecstasy as the TK lifted her and brought her down again plunging his shiny pole into her cunt in front of my eyes, his hands cupping her white breasts, teasing her hard nipples. My cock strained in my lacy panties. "Don't just stare!" TK ordered. "Get licking my balls maid!" I got down and started to kiss and lick his balls as I watched my wife's pussy slide up and down. After five minutes TK had me stand and lift my dress to show how excited I was. My hard cock had leaked pre-cum and formed a huge wet patch in my panties, TK and my wife both laughed, TK asked my wife if she could ever get satisfaction from such a puny cock again or would she rather have his meaty pole inside her. I desperately wanted to rub myself and cum but knew I would not be allowed. The answer did not surprise me and my wife became his fuck toy. She then turned round kneeling in the chair facing TK as he kissed and bit her nipples, "lick my ass maid" she gasped as she shuddered through an orgasm. I knelt and sunk my tongue between her cheeks, her ass hole was twitching and contracting with the hammering her pussy was getting from TK. The pace of their fucking quickened and I heard TK moan, "Get ready bitch for your first load of black man's seed!" My wife arched backwards as he came inside her driving herself down on this cock. "Face up on the floor maid!" she hissed as her final orgasm subsided, "You're going to suck me clean." I lay on the floor and my wife rose off TK's cock, it fell from her with a slurping noise, and she quickly straddled my head lowering her gaping pussy down onto my face. I opened my mouth as the mixture of pussy cream and spunk dribred out, my open mouth connecting with her gaping hole so I could suck. It must have taken five minutes of sucking on her pussy to clean her. "Now clean TK," she said. I dutifully crawled to him and began to lick the juices of his cock; it was still semi hard and glistening with fuck juice. My wife needed to go to the bathroom and while she was left TK told me how it was going to be. He would fuck my wife when he wanted and may bring round select friends to fuck her as well. I would always dress as a maid in his or their presence and serve in whatever capacity he or they required. I nodded in agreement and thanked him for his generosity. I then begged him to let me come, all I got was the order to fetch him another beer. I went to the kitchen and when I returned my wife still naked was sat on his knee rubbing his cock which was now hard again. I gave TK his beer and knelt before them. My wife said, "TK wants to make you cum darling, would you like that?" I didn't think, I just replied, "Oh yes please, make me cum, I need to so badly mistress." Bend over the arm of the sofa she said walking over to it and lying down, so your face is in my pussy. I did as I was told, TK stood behind me and I felt the gusset of my panties moved to expose my smooth anus. Something cold landed on it and it dawned on me what was to happen, I looked up at my wife who grabbed my head powering it into her crotch, rubbing my face into her sticky cunt. Something nudged against my anus and powerd its way in, TK was larger than anything I had pushed up myself before but the lube helped, the initial pain subsided and TK rhythmically fucked my sissy hole, the tip of his cock kept nudging my prostate and my cock twitched and leaked a little more each time until I felt it begin to build. I began to buck under TK trying to rub my cock on the arm of the chair for extra sensation, my wife was laughing and goading me to cum like the faggot maid I was, suddenly I was there and my cum shot into my panties, TK groaned as my ass muscles started to contract massaging his cock and he spurted his seed deep inside my ass, my panties and crotch were dripping in my own cum and TK's cum dribred from my ass, my wife was laughing at me and I was still turned on. I dutifully knelt and cleaned TK's cock, before he dressed and left, telling my wife he would see her later. She smiled at me once TK had gone, put her hand to my face and told me to run us a bath. My wife became a black owned wife and I knew my place would be forever as her sissy maid, servicing her pussy and ass with my tongue and being humiliated and used by her black lovers.
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Part 2: Job for the Maid It had been ten days since TK had been round, but the day after his first visit a package had been delivered containing two huge black dildos and harnesses, one for my wife to wear as a strap on and one for me to wear so the dildo stuck out from my nose. The instructions were that as I was a sissy faggot, I could no longer fuck my wife, not that she was going to let me after TK had reamed her, but that I could service her with the face dildo while I licked her arse. She in turn could continue my training by making me suck her strap on before she made me fuck myself with it whilst masturbating. We settled into this routine, my wife enjoys being rimmed and the dildo is far more satisfying than my cock so she says. We had just finished our evening meal when the phone rang, I answered and TK's voice came from the other end of the line, "Be ready in an hour, you as the maid and your wife butt naked except for high heels." "Ok" I stammered "see you in an hour sir." My cock was hard before I put the phone down. I called to my wife that TK was coming round in an hour, she smiled, "what does he want?" she replied, I told her his instructions and have never seen her look so turned on. "Well" she said, "Better get ready for him, hadn't we!" An hour later we were ready in the living room, my wife was naked except for a pair of shiny black 4inch heels, her pubic hair and shoes contrasting with her lovely white skin, and I dressed as her sissy maid complete with lipstick and blusher, she thought it would be a nice touch. The door bell rang and I rushed to answer it, TK stood in the porch with another black guy. I curtseyed as they entered. "See" TK said, to his companion "white sissy maid and slut wife." We stood before them in the living room, my wife had to part her legs, turn round and show them her pussy and ass, and I had to lift my dress revealing my hard cock in lacy panties and do a twirl. TK then introduced his companion, as James. "Introduce your selves to James, white sluts," TK ordered. My wife said, "I am TK's slut white sex toy; TK owns my pussy, ass, tits and mouth. Please make me cum!" I said, "I am TK's sissy faggot maid and husband of his slut sex toy. TK owns my, mouth, ass and worthless cock, please let me cum!" "Have you both been following my instructions?" TK asked James was sniggering by this point adding to our offense. "Yes sir," we both chirped together. This was humiliating enough but in front of a leering black stranger it was such a turn on. James had me undress him and rubbed his cock across my face and slapped it on my mouth, "Your wife's gonna get this up her cunt you pathetic sissy boy before I go, but you can suck it first!" he said,, smiling down at my pathetic figure. He stood behind my wife and pushed his cock through between her legs, it was longer than TK's but slimmer. It stuck out past my wife's pussy a good way making it look like my wife was wearing her strap on dildo. "Now suck it sissy, let your wife see you serve a real mans cock!" he said. I was on my knees mouth round his cock like a good girl, my face rubbing in my wife's pubic hair as I tried to swallow his monster cock. My wife was trying to rub her pussy along James' cock to as he held her to him twisting her nipples and groping her breasts she was also using my nose to rub her button as my head bobbed back and forth on James' cock. James turned to TK and said, "Gotta hand it to you bro, you can pick 'em." TK who was now undressed sitting on the couch said, "Hey its easy man, hurry up with the sissy, I want my arse licked!" I was pushed off, I crawled over and knelt between TK's legs and started to gently kiss his arse hole. James sat down and pushed my wife's head down for her to perform the same for him, "Shit!" he said. "I never realised how good a white tongue on my arse would feel, get to it girl, push it in there!" There we both were tongues in our black masters arse holes licking and sucking. James said, to TK, "The sissy sucks cock real well, how about putting it to work?" "Sure," said, TK hauling me up by my ears and putting my face to his cock. "What you got in mind?" James pulled my wife's head up too, so she could start sucking his cock. "Well," he said. "He would go down a storm in a glory hole, like the one in the shop, all the clients are after is a blow job, don't care what does it as long as it's good and swallows, we could also do some films with the two of them." Our heads were bobbing up and down on their massive black cocks, it felt so good, I was on the verge of creaming my panties at the thought of sucking total strangers cocks, I knew too that my wife's pussy would be dripping by now not only because of the fucking she was anticipating but the idea of being filmed had always been a fantasy of hers. "Tell you what," TK said. "You fuck her and sissy can have a belly full of my seed, then we can go down to the store and watch sissy here go to work." "Sounds good," said James, he pulled my wife of his cock and made her bend over the arm of the couch, "How's her arse?" James asked
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"No not there," my wife pleaded. "Shut up bitch! Black mans in charge here; if I want your lily white arse I'll have it! I'm gonna take your sloppy white cunt later," cursed James. TK replied, "Not used it yet, help yourself!" James spat on my wife's puckered hole, "Lend me the faggot to get it lubed?" he asked TK. I was pushed of TK's cock. "Do as he says maid," TK said. I crept over to where James was standing behind my wife's spread bottom and began to tongue her arse hole, I worked plenty of saliva into her tight little ring trying to knead it open and fuck her with my tongue, she moaned quietly, as she has grown to enjoy her arse being licked. She pleaded with TK, "You agreed no anal," she said. TK replied, "Yeh but that was me, not James." James had waited enough, I was roughly pushed aside to return to TK's cock and he positioned himself cock in one hand, the other holding my wife down on the arm of the couch and began to work it into my wife's virgin arse. "Noo, it's to big!" she wailed. "Aaah no, no please!" she continued but James kept on, grunting to TK "damn she's tight." Finally she must have relaxed as James started to pump slowly in and out, my wife whimpered and moaned, partly in pain, part in pleasure. I concentrated on getting TK ready to cum, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth rubbing the base of it with my tongue to make it twitch and squirt pre-cum, TK obviously liked this as his hand gently rested on the back of my wig and he grunted, "Keep goin' faggot!" TK began to push his cock in and out of my eager mouth, its twitching growing more intense, I cupped his balls in one hand and rubbed the shaft of his cock with the other. "Here it comes sissy!" he grunted and his cock erupted in my mouth, the salty taste of his seed coating my tongue. My previous cock sucking liaimisters' had taught me how to give a good blow job and I had developed quite a taste for semen. I swallowed as fast as I could; I was his complete faggot maid now. "Look," said, TK to James. "He didn't spill a drop, what a cock sucking faggot!" James was slowing down thrusting deeper into my wife, she was still whimpering quietly, "Ready bitch," he whispered. "Here it comes!" and he pushed hard into her flooding her insides with black seed. My wife just groaned as his cock pulsed inside her bowel, her hole ravaged for the first, but not the last time. I finished cleaning TK and moved round without being asked to clean James, who readily deposited his now slimy dirty cock in my mouth. "Well trained or what?" said, TK nodding at me, head bobbing on James' cock, "He'll suck your cum from his wife's arse too before he's finished," he added. Once James was cleaned I clamped my mouth to my wife's still gaping ravaged arse hole and began gently licking and sucking on it. "There bitch," sniggered James. "Some TLC from your faggot husband!" My wife's arse hole twitched opening and closing on my tongue as I ate the fresh sticky cum and slime from it. Our masters got dressed. "Put on some overcoats you two," said TK. "We're goin' out!" My wife looked at me as she struggled to her feet, I went and fetched the longest coats I could find to hide not only my wife's nudity but my dress and stockings. Luckily it was turning dark outside and the quiet street where we lived was deserted. I asked TK where we were going, he replied, "James runs an adult store across town, that's where the glory hole your gonna work in is. The upstairs doubles as a film studio and you'll both be working out in there." James just nodded and grinned. We got into TK's car and headed off to the store. TK drew up at the front door and we were ordered out, James pushed us in front of him and I opened the shop door. "Take off those coats," he said, we walked down the aisle, sex toys, films, magazines and lingerie all on show. There was one customer in the shop, an old chubby black man and he stared at my wife walking up the aisle naked except for her high heels, James said, "£5.00 for a grope mate!" he duly produced a fiver and moved toward my wife. The old mans hands ran across her breasts, she looked tuned on and scared at the same time, they moved down and rubbed her pubic hair before finding her wet pussy and freshly fucked arse. She flinched as he roughly thrust his fingers in and out, "Trashy white slut," he said, "bet you fuck like a train." "Rub the customers cock slut," ordered James. My wife reached down his trousers and started wanking him. He pulled his fingers out of her and put them to her nose. "Smell your pussy slut, now lick them clean," he said. James moved her on after she kissed his fingers. "If you want a free blow job, be in the booth in a couple of minutes," he said. As I passed him he slapped my bottom and called me a faggot. I knew his cock would soon be in my mouth. James pushed us through to the back of the shop, my wife was told to watch as he opened the door to a small closet with a low stool inside. I was pushed in and told to sit; no sooner was I sat down than a cock came through a hole in the wall in front of my face. I needed no prompt from James but opened my mouth and sucked the head in, rubbing it with my tongue. The taste wasn't great, but the thrill of sucking of strangers was too much. I massaged it with one hand steadying myself on the wall with the other as my head bobbed back and forth servicing the old mans cock. James was fingering my wife's pussy and rubbing her tits as they watched me at work. The old mans cock began to thrust and twitch as I swirled my tongue across its head and under the bulb, he grunted from the other side of the wall and I felt my mouth fill with hot semen, no spurts like TK but a series of dribbles. It soon shrank and I kissed it as it went soft and was withdrawn from the hole. I heard a door shut and his voice said, to the cashier, "damn white faggot sucks good, I'll be back," then he added. "Any chance of some booty, his or hers? I don't care." I didn't catch the answer as TK came in the back entrance of the shop. James greeted him with, "Faggot here has just done his first trick bro, did real well too." TK grinned and said, "Chain him in and let's take his wifey upstairs for a fucking." James reached round the closet door with a dog collar and short length of chain, he fastened the collar round my neck and padlocked the chain to an eye just below the hole in the wall, he threw a pair of pink sexy arm length gloves in to me and told me to put them on. "Make your hands fell soft and girly for the punters," he laughed. The cashier came through; she was a large black woman wearing clothes that looked a size to small for her. "He the new sissy?" she asked. "Yes Grace," replied James, "Make sure the punters know there's a blow job offer on, and I might let you play with him and his wife later." "I'll hold you to that," she smiled, pulled a cord that put on a dim red light in the closet and as she shut the door she said, "No wanking in there sissy, I'll know if you do!" I heard James, TK and my wife ascend the stairs and a door open and close then some music start form upstairs. I squatted on the stool chained waiting for cock.
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I didn't have to wait long before the door opened and closed in the other side of the booth followed by the sound of trousers being unbuckled. A pink cock appeared through the hole and a gruff voice said, "Suck this, dirty whore!" I grasped it with the gloved hand and kissed the end, it smelt of stale semen and sweat, the cock grew harder as I rubbed and kissed it, once it was hard enough I opened my mouth and took it in, slurping and sucking like a true faggot whore, secretly loving the dirty image of myself in my mind. My reward was a mouth full of salty man juice, my client pulled back and fastened his trousers, "Filthy slut," he said. "Bet you love it don't you?" He left but must have passed my next trick on his way out for I only heard the door close and another soft cock flopped through the hole, "Feeding time babe," said a younger black mans voice. "Use your tongue, I like it licked." I did as requested licking it from the wall to the tip, swirling my tongue across the top of the cock paying particular attention to the sensitive parts around the hole and the bulb where the foreskin attaches. My client groaned, "Fuck you're a slut!" he said. "You're gonna get my load in a minute!" followed by a long moan as his cock started to spurt, I closed my mouth over it wanking the last drops onto my tongue, its funny but semen tastes different depending on the man. His cock stayed there softening as I kissed it. "Thank me for it slut!" he ordered. I replied in as softer feminine voice as I could, "Thank you sir, you're cock tasted great." With that he left. Thankfully it was quite a while before the hole in the wall filled with cock again; it gave my jaw a chance to rest. I had just started the kiss and massage routine when the door of my closet opened quietly and Grace stood there watching me at work. Again I received my salty reward and kissed the flaccid cock as it withdrew. "Damn white boy," said Grace. "Wish I had one you could suck, they love you out here! Do you need a take?" she asked. "Yes please," I said. "Water would be nice." She produced a bottle of water, "Keep it up boy" she quipped and closed the door again. I must have sucked off five more cocks, three I swallowed but two decided to spray my face and wig with cum and I was grateful when Grace opened the closet door to say I only had one more trick to perform before closing. She unlocked the chain, passed me a towel and a bucket, I wiped off my face and asked where I could take a pee. She pointed to the bucket. I hitched up my dress and pulled my cock out of my panties and squatted over the bucket. She stifled a laugh when she saw the huge damp patch my cock had made in my panties. "This ones paid for you so make it good," she said. "Be a total slutty faggot!" She gave me a new brunette wig as the one I was wearing was spattered in cum. She led me to another back room, gave me a tube of lube, and pushed me in. The old black guy from earlier was standing by a dirty looking bed, naked. My cock hardened again, I badly wanted to wank. "Now for a piece of white ass," he said grinning. "On your knees and get me ready!" I did as he ordered and kissing his hairy balls and sucking him hard; I started to pull down my panties. "Leave them on faggot, I don't want to see your bits," he whispered. I pulled my gusset aside and lubed my hole then got on all fours on the bed. "Make it dirty faggot." he said. "Beg me to fuck you!" "Please sir" I begged "fuck me with your lovely black cock." "Fuck me hard, fill my sissy arse with your lovely hot seed" I continued I wiggled my arse at him and as he put the tip of his cock to my lubed hole I pushed back trying to get it in. He shoved his cock straight in; all the way, "Oh fuck, that's nice, not too tight Faggot!" he grunted and set about rhythmically pumping my faggot cunt. His hands gripping my hips, pulling me to him, I could feel his pubic hair rubbing on my bottom. I was grinding back against him trying to get his cock to rub my prostate as I needed to cum badly. "Oh yeh! Oh yeh, hump you dirty bitch!" he grunted, I came in my panties and up inside my dress, my head sank down as I groaned with pleasure, my arse hole squeezing against his cock. I groaned and moaned like a true slut. I did not feel him come but his thrusting peaked and he pulled out, slapping my panty clad ass as he did. "Damn that was worth the money," he said. "You'll be seeing more of me faggot," I looked back, the door was open, Grace, James, TK and my wife had been watching. "Well," said James, "you get the job faggot." The old man dressed and left. "Time to go home," said. TK and threw our coats at us, we drove back in silence, my wife was obviously exhausted and I was too. TK dropped us off, "Be seein' you," he said, and drove off into the dark. We dashed into the house and ran a bath. As we sat relaxing together I asked what had happened up stairs. My wife told me that she had been made to dance for them before TK had fucked her arse while she sucked James' cock then had to pose for photographs that James would sell in the shop. They had then done some market research with her trying out all the dildos and vibrators that James stocked again while being photographed. She said, one of the highlights was using the remote controlled vibrating bullet in a pair of panties, she had again danced around the room as they played with the control, making her jiggle more or less and cum with the little bullet held on her clitoris, both TK and James had thought that hilarious. They had watched some porn films while she rubbed their cocks, to give her pointers on what she would be expected to do, finally they had watched me on camera sucking cocks, and fucked her again before coming down to watch me and the old man. She smiled and sighed, "A busy but enjoyable night, eh honey?" I had to agree.
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I was looking up at a tall, lanky, punk of a nigger who was unzipping his pants. I use that word carefully. I know its full destructive power. To me, at that moment, Jesse Coulter descended from an African American to a Nigger. But I didn't have time to feel proud of my linguistic decision. I tried to scramble away, but he placed one large size thirteen tennis shoe on my body to hold me still. "You know my record here at the school?" He asked, smiling and fishing in his open fly. "You know I already fucked six little white sluts pregnant?" I couldn't believe that was true…surly the school wouldn't hide such a thing just to keep us number one in basketball? Would they? "I gonna show you what they all love. Why they keep coming back for more. Why Mr. Hample and Mr. Louis drool every time I walk past. He grew frustrated trying to fish his prick out of his baggy pants, so he cursed and ripped open the waist button and let pants and boxer shorts drop to the floor. I have to say, I have never seen anything like it on man or boy. I've heard that there are photos of such things on the internet, but I don't go to those places. Jesse Coulter stood there with his pants puddle around his feet, and my lying between his spread legs. Over me hung the largest dick I have ever seen in my life. Mine is six inches hard, and I have been told that is average, for a white guy anyway. This dick wasn't even hard and must have hung eight inches. It was as thick as a beer can. And under it hung two low slung balls, each one the size of a hard boiled egg. It was freakish. No woman could ever even take such a prick, I felt certain. "You gonna like this dick, Mr. Sutton. You gonna learn to love it a whole lot. When I finish with you, you gonna give me an A in English, just because you love this dick so much. You gonna want my dick more than your wife's pussy. You gonna want it like a heroin addict needs a fix. You gonna be nigger dick crazy!" His talk was crazy…but I was in no position to argue. I had always been completely straight, never ever entertaining gay or bisexual thoughts. I was open minded about gays and believed in gay rights, but I was not…gay. He sat down on my chest, and his fat prick dragged across my shirtfront, leaking something from the puckered foreskin onto me. The shaft of the nigger prick was thick and wrinkled and the foreskin long completely closing over the cockhead. The puckered foreskin flesh at the tip looked like an asshole or something. The he pumped the gigantic hunk of fuckmeat and the foreskin drew back over the huge purple cockhead. It looked the size of a plum with a wide pisshole leaking pre cum. I was in shock. The nigger cock grew to almost a foot in length. It was the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. He started to rub the leaking dickhead all over my face. I tried to turn my head away, but he slapped the fuck out of me, until I lay still and just let him play with my face. "I gonna mark you, like an natural marks his territory. You never gonna get the smell of my dick off yo face. You gonna smell my cocksnot all the time, even when you fucking that bitch of yo's." He covered my entire face with pre cum…my nose and eyes and lips. I started to gag and he slapped me again. Hard. "You never show disrespect to a black man's cock. You always welcome it, no matter who the black man is. You got that, Cuntface?" He made a fist and would have punched me right in the face if I hadn't agreed. Then he told me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming and that it would change my life forever. I opened my mouth. He yelled for me to open it wider. I did and he rested his enormous purple dickhead on my lower lip. It dribred cockslop into my mouth like a leaking faucet. "I gonna fuck yo ass of course, but not till later in the week. You my bitch now, and you keep your asspussy and mouth available for me any time, night or day. But I ain't got time today, cause I gots to go to basketball practice. And I going, ain't I? He lifted his huge dick and started to slap my face with it. Pre- fuck sprayed the area around my face. My lips were sticky with his pre-cum. His dick was like a giant club and it hurt badly when it thunked into my face. "Yes…yes…" I cried. "You can go, just leave me alone." "Leave you alone? No way, girlyboy. You is my ho now. I gots lots of fun stuff planned fo you and me. But fo now, I just gonna blow some nice nigger sperm into your mouth and you gonna swallow like a nice cockhog." I was crying pretty heavily now and trying to tell him I wasn't gay, and please don't do this to me, but it was already too late. He had his dick in my mouth and was fucking my face like it was a young white virgin cunt. He humped my face, leaning his body up and over my head, slamming balls deep so his big nuts thumped on me. His legs stretched and I raised one hand to his large muscular tight globular ass. His ass skin was smooth and I felt the deep ass crack. He grunted and pushed more and more dick into my face…now it was lodged in my throat, stretching and ripping at my throat muscles. I could not breath. I was sure I would die. The cock was down twelve inches into my gullet. How could any girl take this? I wondered. The pain was horrible, but the offense worse. The prick expanded and throbbed and I felt it moving in my neck. I put one hand to my neck and actually felt the big nigger dick from the outside of my neck. His pubic hair was thick and stank of sweat and black boy sexual smell. I was being face fucked by a sixteen year old nigger and couldn't do anything about it. Jesus, what was happening to me and what would become of my life? Then he came! It seemed like gallons of thick white nigger sperm. It poured down my throat like glue, then he pulled back and it filled my mouth. It felt like wallpaper paste or oatmeal. It backed up into my nasal passages and I started to snort nigger cum. He laughed and pulled out and shot three more spurts of dicksnot all over my face. Then he milked the dick of the last drops of his cock cream and wiped his dickhead in my hair. He leaned down over me smiling and then spit three huge gobs right into my face. "We will continue this tomorrow. Don't try to skip school, or tell anyone about us, or you will be very sorry. I got lots of friends who are a whole lot rougher than me." He stood up and stuffed his black hose back into his pants which he pulled up and buttoned. "I gotta go to practice now. And I bet I get an A on the quiz tomorrow, huh?" He put one large foot on my face and pressed down, almost breaking my nose. "Say hello to yo pretty wife for me. Oh and tomorrow, don't wear any underwear under your pants. It will save time." And then he was gone. But my nightmare was just starting..
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!College Romp Brandy not only had the unfortunate luck to be roommate with a white rich girl named Trish but unfortunately her lady was a part time instructor at the college. Why she just couldn't live with her lady was beyond her. The twit was always trying to keep the room in perfect order fusing at her for throwing her stuff down or putting posters on the wall. She was a goody-two- shoe who was totally against everything she known her life. As for herself, if she didn't get a scholarship for being black there was no way she could ever attend this college. Her parents had to work for a living and it took everything they made to feed the family. Today, she had just taken some pictures at the local park and was very tired. She hoped the girl was gone so she could lie down and relax. Their room was at the end of the hall and almost everyone was at the ballgame. Hopefully she was too. She found the door slightly open and quietly opened it up. Trish was lying on her stomach naked on her bed. She had her toothbrush long plastic tube up her ass and was stroking her pussy underneath looking at a magazine. She couldn't resist the urge and since her camera was still mostly empty took a few photos from the doorway before getting closer. Trish had her eyes closed she noticed and the magazine was still open. She noticed it contained pictures of black women spanking white women and smiled. Taking a few more pictures till her camera emptied, she approached her and reaching behind without her noticing grab the holder and push it deeper in her ass. "Owwwwwww!" Trish woke up as if in a dream from the onslaught of her asshole. "What the?" She didn't get to finish her words as Brandy had jumped on her back pinning her hand underneath her still on her pussy and the other hand to the side underneath her thigh. "So you like to see white girls getting their butts spanked by black girls like me, huh?" She told her. "No, Brandy," Trish yelled out. "I just found the magazine. Get off." Brandy pushed the holder deeper in her asshole as she yelp from the pain. "Wrong answer, sugar." She told her. "I bet you been watching me shower and change with your pussy twitching at the thought. You're a dyke bitch aren't you?" "No, I've never done it with a girl. I promise!" Trish was crying out. "Get off or I tell lady and get you throw out of school." "I don't think so," said Brandy. Reaching back she started pushing the holder in and out her asshole. "I took pictures at the door of your little orgy on the bed. I think your mammy would really enjoy seeing them don't you think?" "Please, don't show them to her." Trish begged. "I’ll do your homework or anything else. Honest. I'll carry your books." "Again, wrong answer. Tell me again," said Brandy, stroking her asshole with the holder, "you have been looking at me change and shower and getting your pussy all wet." "Yes. I mean no. Ah... Don't shove so hard! Okay! Yes I was looking. I was just curious. That's all, I promise." Trish begged. "You been thinking about licking my ass, haven't you?" Brandy continued favoring the moment. "Yes, please it hurts back there. I was just horny and I didn't try anything." Trish continued to squirm. "I think I'm going to make you my little white slut? You can lick my feet and ass and service me with your fat mouth whenever I want. You like that wouldn't you slut?" She announced shoving the holder deeper in and out. "Yes, yes. Anything you want Mandy." Trish continued to beg her. "No more please. I'll be your slut. My ass hurts. Please stop." "Please stop mistress to you slut." Mandy laughed. "Say it." "Please stop mistress," Trish wept. Brandy got up in triumph. She had the girl now and could do whatever she wanted to her. She had pictures she could use anytime she wanted. She walked back to the door and closed it. Turning around she saw Trish still laying on the bed and trying to reach behind to pull the holder from her ass. "Did I say you could take your cock out of your ass," she yelled. "No mistress," Trish replied, removing her hand immediately. "Please don't yell. Someone will hear." "I'll yell if I want. Now get your butt off that bed now. Get on your hands and knees slut." Mandy yelled out loud. Trish slowly got off the bed and got on her hands and knees beside it. Brandy walked up from behind and sat down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and with her foot pushed Trish head to the floor. "Lick my feet slut while I see how to treat a slut like you." She said. She picked up the magazine and started looking at the photos. There were white girls getting their asses spanked by black women and licking the black women pussies and asses. Plenty of foot worship she noticed as she herself was getting her toes sucked on by Trish below. "Does my feet taste good slut?" She asked. "Yes mistress," replied Trish not looking up but continuing her worship. Her ass was wiggling in back Bandy noticed and knew she must be soaking wet in her cunt. Brandy herself was getting turned on by the photos and her own pussy was damp. "Where is the rest of your magazines slut?" She asked again. "Bring them to me now." Trish got up and went to her drawer and uncovered her clothes to retrieve the rest. There must have been 10 magazines in her hand when she returned. Brandy had removed all her clothing except for her panties and lay on her back on Trish bed. Taking the magazines and laying them to her side, she looked up at Trish. "Lick my pussy while I read slut and I better not catch you playing with your cunt."
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Two weeks later and Sheila and Craig were snuggled up at the back of an old coach headed towards the border between Cameroon and Nigeria. It was late afternoon and the sun allowed a last glimpse of its unique orange/yellow light. As Sheila's eyes closed firmly, Craig lifted his gaze and removed his sunglasses, intent on studying the land passing before him. With the old coach obligation forward and with darkness creeping in, Craig's peaceful thoughts were slowly replaced by growing doubts. Looking outside, he unexpectedly saw the landscape deteriorate before him. The progressive changes were not for the best. Makeshift sheds, burnt down cars, rubbish and broken glass, rusty bridges and holed roads. The beauty of rural Africa with its wildlife and natural sceneries were slowly replaced by the more intimidating reality of suburban Nigeria. Choking and jerking, the old coach passed a sign which read 'LAGOS.' The deserted territories of remote Congo were now replaced by substantial herds of black people, old cars and cheap markets. Craig turned to his left. He noticed Sheila relaxing and was soon relieved; happy she had not witnessed the harsh features of that outer area. He turned his attention back to the window in an attempt to take in as much of Lagos as he could. Many tall buildings, hap-hazardly crammed together. Lots of tight alleyways void of sunlight. Intense traffic, streets buzzing with cheap cars and tacky old buses. Watching the locals passing by, Craig stared at the brute darkness of their skin. The blackest of the Africans. His face straightened drastically, skeptical about his choice of destination. He held the warm body of his companion close to his as the coach entered the old city. It was late night. The couple entered a medium sized hotel chamber. Immediately, Sheila appeared ecstatic, to see, a bed. As Craig closed the door, she fell on to the mattress and began to wriggle her arms and legs. She stretched out her body and puffed up the cushions, 'At last! A real bed. Oh my god, I think I could relax for days.' 'It's all yours honey,' Craig replied, as he began to unfasten his suitcase belt. A few hours later, Craig was sitting in the hotel room, sipping on a Pepsi, working on a crossword. He slowly lowered his magazine and lifted his gaze. He stared at the delicate body of his travel companion spread out over the bed, in front of him. Sheila lay across the mattress, bare legged, without sandals. She wore a baggy t-shirt, her panties firmly hugging her hips, her slender thighs relaxed, her toes twitching slightly. In her forties, Sheila was still a very attractive woman. She had a very pretty face with a soft complexion accompanied by a firm body and a flat tummy. As the African heat swept the room, Craig's gaze floated over her body, her arms, her legs. His mouth watering, he took a deep swig of his coke. An erection grew hard in his pants. His mind began to deviate as he stared at the warm body of the mature woman in front of him. He grinned mischievously as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He first sighed, then murmured to himself, 'You lucky bastard.' * It was noon the following day and Sheila was still in a profound dream. Craig fastened his shoelaces then scribred a quick message on a piece of paper. He left the note by Sheila's side before moving towards the door and unlocking it. The piece of paper read: "Gone to get some food for later, be back shortly, xx" Amidst the hustle and clamor of the Nigerian streets, Craig made his first real contact with the locals. He entered a riveting market area as the sun scorched his forehead. He took a cap from his side-bag and placed it on his head. One by one, he absorbed the various aromas of the products on sale: roasted vegetables, corn sticks boiling in huge caldrons, bruised bananas and other dodgy fruits darted frantically by hovering flies. As potential souvenirs there were natural statuettes carved out of wood, tribe drums and handmade necklaces. There were secondhand clothes and scruffy old rugs surrounded by flee infested dogs and bags of rubbish. Alone in such a place, Craig's emotions merged growing levels of discomfort, anxiety and fear. Everywhere, he saw tight crowds of black people, mainly men. He was blatantly overshadowed by the surprising height of the heavy and much more muscular blacks. Their dark skin hardened without mercy by the scorching heat. The locals had an intimidating effect on Craig as they towered above him. Their eyes commanded a sense of ruthless power and sheer fearlessness; their loud shouts and obvious physical strength assigned them an almost beastlike masculinity. The wilderness of the African continent was now reflected in the sheer primitiveness and untamed verve of its most natural inhabitants. After a quick tour of the market, Craig head back to the hotel with a couple of bags of food. He had purchased some rice and beans along with bottled water. As he approached the entrance, he spotted a MARLBORO logo in a shop just opposite. With his nerves playing up on him, he was tempted to purchase some cigarettes. Turning towards the shop, he soon noticed a group of blacks sitting on a crumbling wall. They appeared rough and rugged, many of them barefooted with dust-covered feet and sweat-stained clothes. The men were laughing and acting tough, breaking bottles and fist-fighting. Craig thought twice about his smokes. He decided against buying the cigarettes and headed into the hotel instead. Once inside, he spotted an arrowed sign on the wall behind the counter; it read 'BAR.' Relieved, he followed the arrow. He took a few turns and reached the bar area, approaching the counter with a slight grin. The bartender was a black man in his late thirties with a pot belly and brownish-yellow teeth. He had a devious look and an unfriendly face. At the sight of Craig, the bartender straightened his back and puffed out his chest. He eyeballed Craig in a menacing way. His eyes studying the hated pale flesh of the white man in front of him. Politely, Craig asked for some smokes, 'Hello, could I get some Marlboros please.' The bartender approached the counter, he scruffled his face before unleashing a sigh of frustration. 'How many you want?' he barked abruptly. Craig was surprised by such a cold approach. He answered diligently, 'Just one pack please.' The bartender slowly made his way to the cigarette stand. Craig powerd an uneasy smile, 'Uhm, could you tell me what kinds of beverage you sell here?' The bartender looked confused as he placed the cigarettes on the counter, 'What you mean?' 'I'm sorry, I mean do you just sell soft takes or holy water too?' The bartender eyed Craig up and down, still unhappy about the white man's presence, 'We sell all kind of holy water here.' Craig smiled nervously, 'Wonderful. Well thank you for your help.' Still confused, Craig paid for the smokes and headed back up to his room. The clock in the room showed 22.17 hrs. There were bread leftovers, unfinished rice on plastic plates, empty cups and scruffled serviettes brownietered across the table. Craig was slumped in a chair resting. Sheila, finally awake, was stood alert at the hotel room window observing the lights down below. She appeared lively and cheerful, eager to discover her surroundings. She approached Craig and nudged him affectionately, 'Everything okay darling?' 'Yes, of course.' replied Craig, surprised by her liveliness. 'Do you not want to get some rest?' he continued. 'Not really. I've been relaxing all day.' Sheila moved closer and sat on Craig's lap. She stroked his neck, 'To be honest, I could do with a take right now. And to be fair, I think you need one too,' she placed her hands on his shoulders, 'Look at you, you're all tense, you need to loosen up. Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon?' 'It was alright I suppose. Do you really want to get a take?' Craig looked doubtful. 'Oh please yeah, I haven't had one since we left the States.' Craig looked at her with pitiful eyes, 'Well, earlier I happened to buy some cigarettes from downstairs. There's a bar and they definitely sell takes and stuff.' Sheila's face brightened up. 'Great. Just let me put some clothes on and we can go straight down. I can't wait for a glass of wine.' She quickly jumped up and head towards the bathroom. Craig watched her warm body move gracefully in front of him. He focused on the forms of her fleshy breasts bouncing beneath her light t-shirt. A fresh erection grew hard in Craig's pants, his mouth becoming watery once again.
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CHAPTER 3 Craig looked around. Dozens of blacks were now surrounding them. The negro eyes fixed on the white woman, they stared at the thick mounds beneath her blouse, at her tender neck, at the smooth skin of her slender legs, at her delicate feet and toes. Blushing with shame, Sheila looked up. She saw the rugged, powerful features of the blacks carefully studying her body, their eyes constantly focusing on her voluptuous breasts. She tried to cross her arms in order to cover her bosoms; her flimsy blouse appeared slightly damp due to the long walk. Craig looked ahead petrified. He saw Sheila completely surrounded as more and more negros approached the bar. For a split second, he too looked at Sheila's gorgeous body, her swollen breasts protruding from beneath her blouse. He noticed the barman laughing with the other blacks: he now realized just how dangerous the situation had become. He had to do something, he thought unconvinced. With all reamister abandoning him, Craig rushed towards Sheila and, with a rash movement, tried to grab her arm. As he started to pull her towards him, there was the sound of a large thump. Instantly, a heavy black hand smacked Craig across the face. Within a few seconds, another black fist came violently from the opposite direction, striking the terrified white man. Craig tumred to the floor. He was soon surrounded by half a dozen blacks. He was kicked and bruised, beaten without mercy as red trickled from his mouth and across his forehead. Sheila screamed in desperation, 'NO! STOP!!' she yelled. To no avail she quickly saw more fists and more kicks battering her poor companion. Large parts of Craig's face were now purple, his lips badly cracked, his shirt torn. Left lying semiconscious in a puddle of red, Craig's vision became blurry. He struggled to keep his eyes open. His vision alternating from a state of hazy confusion to total darkness. He could barely make out the figures surrounding him. In complete confusion, he felt his hair being grasped by a strong hand. His head was roughly jolted upwards as he felt other hands grabbing his wrists and ankles. He was lifted up, almost without effort, by three of the wild thugs. They began to head towards the long corridor. As Craig was dragged away, he tried to raise his wounded head. With red trickling and his vision deteriorating, he struggled to understand what was happening. He looked towards the bar counter. He could see the broad shoulders of the large crowd. The blacks were cheering wildly and laughing unhinged. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Sheila's face amidst the crowd. His heart missed a beat. He saw a huge black hand powerfully wrapped around her mouth. With terror invading her entire body, Sheila's eyes darted frantically back and forth as she desperately tried to free her self. As he was dragged away, Craig's visual was interrupted by the hectic movements of the crowd. When he caught a second glimpse he saw one of the larger blacks violently holding Sheila from behind. His gargantuan left hand covering her face whilst his bulky right arm was powerfully wrapped around her waist. The savage blacks started to jeer like naturals as the large negro squeezed his right arm deeper into her tummy. Sheila's voluptuous breasts quickly expanded, stretching her blouse, as if they had been pumped. As her skimpy blouse struggled to contain her large bosoms, another negro approached her with a pocket knife held loosely amongst his chunky fingers. Craig's vision was once again covered by the crowd. Petrified by what he had just seen, he started to struggle, kicking and jerking. He was dropped to the ground. Instantly, he turned his head back towards Sheila. As the crowd opened up, he saw a large negro's tongue powerfully invading Sheila's mouth, sweeping deep inside. The white woman's eyes, nonetheless, focused downwards, towards her chest. Her pupils dilating, she appeared to be panicking. In fact, her skimpy blouse was barely covering her large breasts, as all but one of her small buttons had been removed. The small pocket knife easily approached her neck. It ran slowly over her flesh, down past her silver necklace and then further down, towards the last button of her blouse. Craig was once again lifted up. In a final struggle, he looked back towards the bar. He got a final glimpse of Sheila. In desperation, he saw her arms aggressively pulled out to her sides. The black man behind her now keeping her firmly immobilized as his right arm aggressively squeezed her tummy. For a split second, Craig saw two large hands ferociously grasping at Sheila's blouse as if to pull it open. The thick hands clasped the blouse just below the collar. Craig looked ahead incredulous. Suddenly, he saw the large black hands violently rip Sheila's blouse wide open. Immediately, the white woman's huge breasts tumred out. Billowing outwards, they swayed from left to right revealing a pair of surprisingly swollen, milky nipples. The deranged blacks stared ahead at her beautiful breasts. They tremred, plump and ripe. Her thick nipple-heads heaving outwards. As Sheila's bosoms swayed gently, her protruding nipples met with the surrounding atmosphere, they began to harden. The black man behind her temporarily loosened his grasp on her waist. Her tummy slowly retracted as her chest expanded. Her eyes flickering, Sheila gasped for air. With her entire body trembling, her heaving breasts bounced up and down. As her tummy went in and out, her swollen nipples got harder and harder. Sheila's shuddering breasts were now totally exposed. As the crazed blacks closed around her, Craig was once again lifted. As his head flopped, his vision turned to darkness. He was almost ***. A few yards away from the door, he struggled one final time. In vain. He was unable to lift his head. With red dripping from his face, he suddenly heard some desperate screams. With all his energy, he tried to lift his head. Sheila screamed in terror, 'No!!' Craig lifted his head one last time, he focused on the crowd. His vision was completely covered. Suddenly, a small gap opened, allowing a partial view. Craig tried to adjust his focus. He was shocked, he caught a glimpse of the back of a negro's head. Suddenly, the head moved to one side. It revealed a devastating scenario one of Sheila's large breasts, in fact, was being squeezed and fondled by a big black hand. A long thick tongue soon rolled out and within a fraction of a second, one of Sheila's swollen nipples and almost a quarter of her large breast were being ferociously sucked in by the negro. Craig looked ahead incredulous. He saw his companion's milky breast being sucked in deeper and deeper as the black man's saliva dribred down her slender tummy, now drawing in and out even faster. Sheila's breathing grew deeper and heavier. Another black hand aggressively cupped and massaged as much of Sheila's fleshy mounds as it could. Her face was petrified. She was teary-eyed, with the large black hand still cupping her chin and mouth. As the ferocious sucking continued, Sheila's nipples became harder and harder. They protruded out, on full display, for every negro to watch. Sheila looked down at her breasts being manhandled with such cruelty. Utter offense now overwhelmed her. She was completely helpless, totally surrounded by the fierce crowd. Looking down at her, their eyes focused on her exposed breasts, now shuddering totally unrestrained. Her hardened nipples attracted the vulgar laughter of the blacks. Her breasts swaying in front of everyone, she appeared totally degraded. Feeling his heart in his throat, Craig watched the crowd close up one last time. His vision deteriorating, it suddenly turned to darkness he was ***.
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Craig's bruised head began to ache badly. His heart thumped away in what seemed to be a hollow chest, his stomach gurgled violently. He looked up at Mbuji, 'Are you saying that right now, she could already be, dead?' 'Is very possible.' replied the big Senegalese. 'I ask you question is the white woman have good body?' 'Well, yes, she does.' Craig replied innocently. 'And this bar, when you go, is it full or no full?' 'I can't remember that well. It was quite dark, but yeah it was pretty full.' 'In this case, there is chance woman is still be alive. But, is maybe better for her if she dead!' Craig's disarray increased. 'What do you mean?' he said nervously. Mbuji continued without mercy, 'Very easy. The more the woman have good body and the more the black man there is, this mean that your lady is left alive for much longer time. If they pushing the penis into her holes they are not slit the throat.' Craig's desperation turned to numbness. Unable to move, he stared down at his ripped trousers. Mbuji appeared completely untroured. He resumed his severe lecture, 'But, like I say, if she dead or she still live, it no matter. You best if you leave straight away.' 'But Sheila,' Craig was vulgarly interrupted. 'FORGET HER!' yelled the big man. His patience clearly weakening. 'Look, even if she left alive, she left for only one thing and this is: to be fuck by the blacks. Because is white is could make her very much precious. If no *******ed, it is very sure she passed around many different gangs of men. Like I say. If you no want to die. You leave here and no ever come back.' Craig slowly tried to regain strength. He stared out into the pitch-blackness looking for a solution. He rubbed the back of his neck before turning to Mbuji, 'What about the police?' he said unconvinced. Mbuji appeared suddenly amused. He brought his large black hand to the review mirror and motioned it towards Craig. 'Huh. Please, you look again at color of you skin. You forget you are white man. You just no understand anything!' Craig was once again puzzled. 'The police here is all corrupt. All corrupt. The haves, the prostitute. The militaries they involved in everything. Also very much they hate the white. You go to them, you never see you home again. You tell them what is happen, they laugh at you. You end up with other twenty blacks men in small primister room. They lock door and throw away key.' Craig's reaction was quashed. Mbuji continued, 'Like I say, you want to live, then you leave here as fast you can.' Craig sank into contemplation. After a time of silence, he turned to the black man. 'Listen, I hear what you say, but, I can't. I just can't I can't leave, not without even trying to find Sheila. Whether she's dead or alive, I've got to find her. I must.' Mbuji's eyes sharpened and his lips thinned. His facade becoming more and more unreliable. The black man started to appear calmer. He looked at Craig in a condescending way. His cigarette dangling loosely from his fat pink lips. A devious grin lurked behind the smoke as it left his thick mouth. His intentions were not yet obvious. He turned to Craig in a patronizing manner. 'Okay. If you decide like this is you choice. If want, perhaps I can help.' Craig looked at Mbuji with growing hope. He appeared grateful, 'You would?' 'I know this place well. If I no help, you definitely get self *******ed.' 'Okay, so what's the first thing we should do?' 'We? No, no. You listen me. Is best if you no come anywhere. You white, remember?' Craig heeded the admonishment. 'Look, I take you back to hotel. You stay there. Lock door and wait for morning.' 'And what about you?' 'Tonight I go around, ask people if they see or hear about woman. I come to hotel if I know anything. If no, I come tomorrow morning.' With a burning sense of despair, Craig was silenced. He considered the situation. His mind torturing itself as it scouted for a possible solution. The white man was lost. Disorientated. Without hope or expectancy. Reluctantly, he accepted the black man's offer. The car engine started up. The headlights beamed out beyond the scrappy metal, past the old railway line and into the eerie fields of overgrown grass and rubbish. Bruised and battered, Craig opened his hotel room door. Past the threshold, he closed the door, crossed the chain and bolted the door. He turned around and looked ahead. Staring right back, the empty room mirrored the void now deep inside of him. The clock on the wall read: 02:32 hrs. Craig approached the bed with a weak limp. As he lowered himself onto the mattress, his head sank into his lap. He gently covered his head with his bruised hands before closing his eyes. The room's window led out into the savage darkness of the night. Craig began to sniffle. His lonely figure trembling, he whispered to himself, 'Sheila, please forgive me.'
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CHAPTER 4 Mbuji's tacky old car fetishd forward, down a dark and bumpy street. It pulled up slowly, stopping next to a rubbish container. It's lights gradually faded out as the engine ceased. The vehicle's door opened with a screech. A scruffy brown leather sandal, wrapped around an enormous black man's foot, touched the ground. The imposing foot was covered in dust. It's impressive dimensions spreading out heavily onto the ground: it's thick, bulky toes had dirty, ragged nails whilst it's harsh, yellowish soul spread up from beneath the scruffy sandal. The huge, impervious figure of Mbuji stood tall next to his car. His monolithic upper arms on display as he scratched his rugged face. He looked ahead as if staring at something. Beyond his bulky shoulders an old sign hung undisturbed on a tacky wall. The sign read: 'Nwufoa Niger.' Mbuji's eyes sharpened. He started to walk towards the local. To his right, the old alleyway. It was now empty. Mbuji took a quick glimpse down it before entering the local. Once inside, he was presented with a very quiet and lifeless environment. The local was almost completely empty apart from a lonely takes slumped in one corner and the barman smoking a cigarette behind the counter. Mbuji approached him slowly and offered his huge, callous palm. He shook hands with the bartender as a spark glittered in his eyes. Slumped in the corner, the takesard downed his last gulp. Sedated, he stared lazily at the mighty stature of the black man who had just entered. With the spirit polluting his mind, the takes was struck by the staggering height and ponderous frame of the huge Senegalese. He watched the pair talk. After a while he saw a few smiles amongst the two. Mbuji used the barman's cigarette to light a smoke of his own; the barkeeper quickly flipping the top off a bottle and pouring a take for them both. At ease, Mbuji moved closer. He suddenly asked the black man what appeared to be a specific question. Immediately, the bartender erupted into mischievous laughter. His eyes glowing, he started gesticulating. As his arms waved in curves, he formed the shape of an hourglass. He brought his hands to his chest mimicking the forms of a woman's breasts. Mbuji quickly asked a second question. A lurid smile soon grew on the barman's face. He stooped forward as if wanting to whisper something to the large Senegalese. He patted one of Mbuji's shoulders and began to whisper in his ear. The barman's face became noticeably serious. He appeared to tell Mbuji some vital information. Mbuji's bloated lips thinned, his face straightened. His throat retracted as he swallowed the moistness building up in his mouth. The bartender moved away slightly. He winked cunningly at Mbuji. Mbuji leaned forward and asked a final question. The barman once again used his hands. His right arm swayed from left to right, like a fish in the mud, as if giving Mbuji some kind of road indications. Mbuji's eyes didn't flicker once as they carefully took the indications. His face becoming tense, his eyes glittering, his nostrils flaring. He stared intensely at the bartender before nodding his head in agreement. The big Senegalese ran his thick, yellowish palm over his sweaty shaved head. His cigarette dampened by his wet lips, the bartender eyeballed Mbuji with an implicit smile. Mbuji used his big left hand to remove the sweat now gathered on his ungroomed moustache before grinning back at the bartender. He saluted him. He moved backwards very slowly and cunningly turned around. Appeased, he headed towards the exit. * Half an hour later, Mbuji was staring through the blurry glass of his car's unwiped window. The vehicle was in motion. It's irregular movements following a bumpy surface of some kind. As its headlights zoomed out into the dark night, the car approached an aging concrete bridge. Its pillars plastered in graffiti, the old bridge overshadowed a pile of rubble heaped below it broken bricks, scraps of metal, an old bicycle frame without wheels. There were torn newspapers brownietered across the floor, slit rubbish bags and tacky steal pipes. Nearby, the remains of what could have been a dog, splattered on the ground in a redy mess, now a feasting spot for hundreds of flies and moths. As the car motioned beneath the old bridge, Mbuji's large arms began turned the steering wheel to the right. The car gradually exited from under the bridge and started to move down an old lane. It took a left and then a right; its cranky movements echoing in the darkness. As it proceeded ahead, the vehicle entered an extremely rough looking, abandoned area. There were residues of a burnt down car, now overturned. Looking around himself, Mbuji was presented with large, secluded buildings hidden behind the crumbling, unused bridges. There were old sheds, only a few feet tall, next to solid concrete constructions. The bigger structures were two or three floors high, without windows or lights, surrounded by puddles of sewer waters. The car headlights beamed out over large segments of what used to be an old warehouse. The sections now collapsed into a heavy heap of aluminum sheets, steal beams and tangled barbwire. There were old copper pipes leaking, with a nasty brownish fluid running to the ground as it met with pieces of dampened cardboard and broken glass. As darkness engulfed the area, random shadows suddenly moved in the distance. Mbuji looked slightly to his left; he saw the flickering light of what could have been a burning bonfire. Its glow fluttering amidst the tacky walls of the old buildings. He proceeded ahead. Moving forwards down a much bumpier track, he started to encounter an array of tacky old cars parked here and there. Their windows smashed, their frameworks badly scratched and dented. As he turned left, Mbuji was suddenly faced with the burning bonfire. Its wood sizzled up into the night. Focusing on the wild fire, he saw a number of heavy shadows spreading out; up across the old building walls and down across the floor in front of them. He took a better look. He saw an intimidating group of black men, huddled around the burning fire. Puffs of smoke left their mouths as rolled up cigarettes nested lightly amongst their thick fingers. One of the large blacks had an extremely visible, colorful vest stretched over his broad chest. It almost glowed in the darkness. There were three vertical colors striped together. A bright green stripe followed by a red one and then a yellow. The middle stripe bore a small yellow star above which some block letters spread out wide. They read CAMEROON. Mbuji observed the crowd of immigrants. He appeared far from surprised. As the car proceeded ahead, the portentous gang of blacks monitored the vehicle. Their interest deflated rapidly as they soon realized it was just another rough looking negro heading down the track that night. The car came to a slow halt. It stopped in the vicinity of a second concrete bridge, this one tackier than the first. Once again, large mounds of rubble nested beneath the bridge. There was another small fire, this time burning at ground level. It gave light to three black men crouched around it. They perched awkwardly on overturned boxes and large stones. Mbuji turned off the engine. The car lights immediately faded out. His eyes studied the three men lazily squatted around the flame. He saw them passing something around; their heads tilted forward as their shoulders drooped. He scouted the nasty features of a dirty syringe needle. Hardly stunned, Mbuji moved his attention away from the junkies. He spotted a number of old scooters nudged up against a tacky wire fence. He then saw a fresh row of brassy cars crammed together. The parked vehicles slept undisturbed in the shadows. The rusty fence surrounded an overgrown field preceding a large concrete building, barely visible in the darkness. An abandoned edifice of some kind, half of one of its sidewalls was barely standing. Surrounded by endless heaps of rubble and rubbish, the dark and seemingly deserted building stood a few floors high; almost completely hidden behind the old bridge. It was, without doubt, a chilling location. The silence of the eerie area was suddenly disturbed. A group of rowdy blacks slowly began to approach. There were five of them. They appeared exalted. They aggressively scrunched up some empty beer cans and threw them into the rubbish nearby. They appeared significantly appeased with themselves. Mbuji followed their movements in the darkness. He watched them approach the tacky old fence. The five blacks pulled at the wire. They revealed a hole in the rusty enclosure. They soon stretched it open and moved through it one by one, in to the overgrown field. After the last black has passed through the hole, another man started moving through it from the opposite direction. He was followed by three other blacks, also leaving the overgrown field. Their faces hauled huge grins. They laughed wildly and began to head away from the derelict building, towards the three junkies slumped around the fire. As they moved closer, Mbuji's heavy arm thrust out of his window. He called one of the men over. The black man stopped and looked down at the large Senegalese squelched inside his tacky old car. Mbuji's head motioned towards the old building. He appeared to be asking a question. The rugged man, blatantly excited, burst into a rapacious laughter. He brought his thick hand towards his trousers and aggressively cupped his groin. His tongue dangled loosely from his lips. His eyes rolled madly as if he were in a state of total delight. The man turned around and faced the rusty old fence. He stared emphatically at the creepy old building before letting out a powerful yell of gratification. He started to move his hips back and forth, simulating the act of anal sex. He then stood upright and brought his hand to the height of his waist. He spread his large hand out in front of him as if he were holding someone's head. His waist movement resumed. He began to simulate the act of oral sex. Once more, he yelled in ecstasy. Mbuji stretched his head further out the window; he asked another question. The man before him pointed towards the rusty old fence. He blurted out some words, and sniggered before heading back towards the other junkies.
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CHAPTER 5 Mbuji followed the men round the corner. He was presented with a dark corridor. It was crowded with heavy clusters of blacks. They were bare-chested, their shiny black skin, soaked in sweat, glistened beneath a twitching light bulb overhead. The herd of blacks faced a small entrance to what appeared to be a tacky old room. The size of a jail cell, the steamy chamber was filled to the brim, overflowing with intimidating negros elbowing each other ferociously, trying to gain entrance. Studying the sweaty crowd, Mbuji heard another desperate cry, 'NO!! Please.' As Mbuji listened, he saw two Negros, fighting their way past the mob, trying to exit the dingy room. As they came forward, Mbuji could see that they were completely naked. As their powerful black bodies breezed forward soaked in sweat, their swollen penises swung from left to right snakelike. Mbuji looked ahead with violence, his pupils dilating, his nostrils flaring. His large frame trudged forward as he started to mingle with the herd of blacks. He used his heavy shoulders and impressive height to slice through the crowd. Once inside, he scouted his surroundings. The negros were crammed together in concentric circles, facing the centre of the room. Mbuji suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be the wooden legs of a scrappy old worktable nested beneath a dangling light bulb. Moving closer to the inner circles, he soon realized that the majority of the blacks were completely naked. Beneath the flickering light, he could see heavy shoulders dripping in sweat, bulking biceps, naked thighs, glistening round bottoms and a daunting alignment of long, thick penises dangling viciously amidst in the shadows. Mbuji was only a few feet away from the center. The desperate female groans were now imminent. He nudged his way forward; the crowd gradually opened up. Mbuji was halted. Stunned, incredulous. Before him a barbaric scenario: a white woman spread- eagled across the table. Her body had been stripped. It was naked. Completely naked. Ransacked, her flesh glistened beneath the dangling light. Sweltering amidst the crowd, Sheila's delicate body dripped in sweat. Smooth and oily, she wriggled and squirmed in desperation. Her wrists and ankles clasped savagely by black hands; her shiny legs stretched obscenely wide, her hairy pussy gaping open a scene of absolute degradation. A thick hand suddenly clasped her neck, wedging her throat. She wiggled in despair as her greasy body was sladyed: dozens of black hands swarmed over her silk like body, running their yellow palms in every crack, cranny and crevice. She could feel palms slewing over her breasts, sliding down her thighs, stroking her legs, rubbing her tummy, fondling her groin. Tongues. Many. Long and thick, licking at her feet, slurping at her ankles. Fleshy African lips viciously sucking her nipples. Her amazing nipples; juicy and stiff, they were like milk oozing jellybeans. The blacks couldn't get enough of them. Taking it in turns, they stooped down over her wriggling body and viciously suckled at her swollen breasts. Pushing in front of Mbuji, an umpteenth negro trudged forward, totally naked and with his swollen dick swaying before him. He stroked Sheila's calves and, with lustful eyes, spread her legs even wider. He suddenly restrained however. He felt a huge, callous hand spread out over his shoulder. He turned with surprise. Mbuji leered down at him. Overpowering, incensed. The huge Senegalese puffed out his enormous frame and snarled down with anger, it was HIS turn. The black man lowered his head and moved aside. Mbuji was indeed a beast of a man. He squinted around menacing, he needed more space. The others stepped back. He gazed down at the tender white flesh sprawled out in front of him. Sheila looked up in a dreamlike state. His shadow towered over her. As the others moved back, the white woman's wrists and ankles were released. Mbuji grabbed her hand and jolted her to her feet. The white woman was head rushed. She stood there completely naked, shuddering, in shock. Dripping in sweat, with her swollen breasts shivering, her nipples hardening and with sticky white fluid trickling down her thighs. The big Senegalese gawked around tenaciously. Dog eat dog. The crowd would have to wait for their turn. He eyeballed Sheila in a threatening way. He raised his lumbering arm and grasped her by the throat. He squeezed just enough. Sheila's face went pale. He whispered a warning in her ear, 'If you no do what I tell you, I ******* you right here!' Sheila tremred. Terrified, shook up. She reluctantly nodded her head. The huge black man whispered some more, 'Get on your knees.' Sheila blinked frantically. Her eyes sifted over his body. The huge black man standing in front of her was one of the biggest individuals she had ever seen. She mirrored his stare. She was petrified. Shivering and with her breasts swaying tenderly, Sheila lowered herself to the floor. Once on her knees, she looked up. Embarrassed, she looked down. The crowd gathered around and chuckled in anticipation. Mbuji brought his thick callous hand to her chin and with his yellowish palm nudged her head up. Sheila stared ahead. Directly in front of her, the prominent bulge protruding from his cotton trousers. Mbuji smirked, then turned severe once again. He brought his bulky hands to waist and started to unfasten his belt. Sheila couldn't help but tremble. Mbuji's pants were suddenly lowered. Beneath them, the sweaty fabric of his white briefs clung to his groin. As his trousers dropped to his knees, Sheila jaw almost dropped to the floor. She looked ahead confused, astonished. The big man's clammy underwear adhered to a somewhat 'abnormal' bulk. It was big. Very big. Indeed, she could detect the huge shape of a twitching phallus, bigger than any she had ever seen or imagined before. Mbuji didn't waist any time, he plunged his thick, callous fingers beneath the clammy cotton fabric as if he were fishing for an eel. With a sudden, abrupt movement, he unleashed his veiny black monster. It drooped heavy and sullen, lumbering like a swollen python. Sheila's heart missed a beat. Before her the enormous schlong swayed back and forth, magictic, with it's enormous, purple bell wavering up and down. As thick as a soda can, it staggered, mule like, halfway down his thighs, bouncing jittery above an obnoxious pair of heavy black balls. Sheila looked around in dismay. The musty room was engulfed with cheers. The white woman was in serious trouble now. Mbuji lowered his stare and cupped her chin, 'You suck. Very deep.' he ordered. Sheila's spine tingled. Her toes clinched. Her mouth was dry. She wanted to cry but had no tears left. Mbuji squeezed his hand. 'DO IT!!' he yelled. Sheila stooped forward. She brought her trembling hands to the base of his hairy scrotum. She cupped his stiffening pocket before slowly running her fingers under his veiny, prominent rod. It was warm, slewing but rock hard. She tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn't make her fingers meet. Mbuji tilted his head back as flowed to his lumbering penis. Sheila squeezed harder, she could feel his pulse. She brought her head closer and opened her mouth. The enormous phallus pecked at her lips. She could taste its salty juices already oozing. Mbuji lowered his stare. He eyeballed the shivering white woman and clasped her head. Without warning, he thrust his body forward. The massive black schlong was now embedded at the back of Sheila's throat. She squirmed, helplessly. Unable to breath, unable to disgorge. Without mercy, Mbuji started to face-fuck the powerless woman; his monstrous rod grinding inside her mouth, his sticky fluids trickling down her chin. Pulling at her hair. Sheila buckled under, she tried her best to satisfy him. She started to suck. Deeper. And deeper. She slurped, she dribred. Her fingers ran over his bulky thighs then made their way to his balls. She cupped them, she fondled them. She moved her open palms to his muscley, pert buttocks, she stroked them, she squeezed them. Mbuji groaned with pleasure. She gradually moved her hands back to his veiny shaft. She clasped it and rubbed thoroughly. Her tongue lolled, and her lips sucked. Deeper, harder. Mbuji was in a state of ecstasy. He lowered his huge frame and brought his massive arm to her side. He started to fondle her delicate breasts. He cupped them and heaved them upwards. He twiddled his fingers around her nipples. He suddenly grinned, they were getting harder. And harder. Could she be enjoying this? His hips started to thrust faster and faster. Harder and harder. Sheila closed her eyes. She couldn't take it any longer. The big black man powered on. Stretching her delicate lips, pounding her quivering tongue. Deeper and deeper. Faster. Harder. He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and jolted it back. His sticky warm fluid squirted everywhere, over her face, in her hair. It trickled down her chin, drooled onto her trembling breasts before nesting in her thighs. Sheila tried to gasp for air. She couldn't, her mouth was full. Mbuji squeezed his clasp around her neck. Her lips quivered as she slowly gulped it down. She had just swallowed his warm cream. The big man wiped his sweaty forehead and grinned masterful. He leered down at her and cupped her chin. He licked his lips and once again, grabbed the white woman by her arm and jolted her up to her feet. He suddenly gripped Sheila by the waist, lifted her up and tilted her over his shoulder. He began to twirl her around. The white woman's head was now dangling to the floor. With her buttocks nested over his shoulder, Mbuji brought his heavy fingers towards her bottom. He pried her sweaty cheeks wide open both her holes were now on full display. The jeering crowd moved in for a better look. Sheila was in a state of utter degradation. Her body was hoisted up, closer to the light. She Suddenly felt herself being fondled. A swarm of black fingers had begun intruding her most private parts. She was mortified. Totally humiliated, Sheila felt her anus being levered open. Mbuji stuck his middle finger in deep. He grimaced without mercy. He then moved his fingers to her gaping vagina. Mumbling away to the others, he seemed to be checking if she was 'dry' or not. She wasn't. As a matter of fact, the helpless white woman was absolutely drenched. The crowd roared like naturals. Sheila was now in a state of utter and absolute embarrassment. With red flowing down to her head, she began to sniffle. Her tears soon trickled to the dusty floor. She was absolutely mortified, Her naked bottom, paraded around obscenely, had unveiled a daunting truth. The white woman had apparently enjoyed what had just happened. The sniggering negros could hardly believe it and, deep down, neither could she.
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Craig looked down in despair. Who were these people, he thought. What on Earth did they have in mind? The Africans towered over him, each with a slick grin. Mbuji brought his chunky left hand to the white man's cheek. He pinched it in a patronizing way, before snatching the photo from his hand. He stepped back and took another good look at the picture. The two girls stared back at him. Their tender flesh on display. Their morbid curves glowing in front of the sunset. Their perky bosoms supported by pink and yellow bras. They smiled back at him as if belonging to a remote paradise. He eyeballed Craig once again, 'I give you five days!' It was an order and it bore no mercy. 'Five days? Five days to do what?' blurted Craig. 'You have five days,' repeated Mbuji, 'Five days should be plenty. You have time to give self a clean up, arrange plane tickets, contacts girls and make arrive at airport. Saturday.' 'Saturday?' 'That right. The girls to be at Lagos airport by Saturday. If no, you and you woman, ' once again he brought the rugged knife to his throat. He reminded Craig that it could be their last day. 'But,' Craig tried to expel some words. In vain. Mbuji patted him on the shoulder, handed him a scruffy note and moved towards the door, shadowed by his savage associates. 'You phone me on this number when all arranged. I give you other instruction then.' Craig took the piece of paper. He took a deep breath, folded the note within his trembling fingers and watched the blacks leave. Little did he know the blackmail had just begun.
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Another day beckoned. The new day came and passed in a breath. Holding the receiver, Craig's hand started to shiver. He gazed at the orange sunset, radiating an innocent beauty behind the ugly urban buildings. As he dialed the international number, his mind numbed. His thoughts had suddenly gone AWOL. What am I supposed to say, he thought to himself. 'I can't. I just can't!' he blurted out, ready to place the receiver back down. 'Hello.' a young voice suddenly answered. 'Uh,, Hello?' Craig uttered, fumbling with the phone, surprised to hear a voice. 'Who is this?' the young woman asked curiously. Craig listened intently. He was hesitant, out of synch. Anxiety set in as the long- distance line crackled. Jenny waited on the other side of the pond. 'It's Craig.' he said nervously. 'Oh, Hi Craig! Great to hear from you.' she replied. 'How are you both?' Her words immediately opening a dark void. Both? he thought to himself. 'Listen Jenny, is Cristina there with you?' Craig immediately intervened. 'No she's out. Is everything Okay? You sound a little shaky.' The young woman was miles away, but Craig felt instantly cornered. He continued hesitantly, 'Nothing, it's just that, I would have liked to have spoken to you both that's all.' Jenny's tone lowered as a shade of anxiety appeared to creep in. 'Is everything alright? Where's Mum?' Dragging the phone to the center of the room, Craig lowered himself onto the bed. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. 'Listen Jenny, are you sitting?' 'Why?' she countered apprehensively. 'Please, just sit. There's something I need to tell you.' 'Okay, I'm sitting. What on Earth is going on?' she replied. 'It's a long story but there's been an accident and...' 'And WHAT?!' '...and your lady, she, she was involved.' 'Oh my God!' yelled Jenny. 'But listen, I'm taking care of her.' Jenny's voice quivered; she stumred to get her words out, 'But how? When? and where is she now?' The time had come. Craig commenced the ultimate crock of lies, devising a devilish tale. He spoke of an old jeep speeding off-road. The impact with the tree, The emergency airlift to the hospital, He proceeded to explain how Sheila was in an African infirmary. Supposedly she was getting better, nonetheless was unable to speak on the phone. With each deceiving word, Craig could envisage Mbuji's grinning face, his flick- knife glistening, his fat lips swelling. Father like, he asked the young girl not to worry, 'Everything's gonna be okay Jenny,' he assured her. Jenny had remained in silence throughout the chronicle. In shock. She eventually gained some strength. She questioned Craig about her lady's recovery. 'How long will it take?' she asked. Craig's voice suddenly tensed, his performance cranked up a notch, ready for the *******, 'Listen, Jen. I want to be frank with you. The Doctors have informed me that it could take some time. Your lady's conditions aren't that simple. Right now she is using a pen and a pad to communicate with me and...' 'Oh, Mum,' sighed the young woman. The time had come, Craig thought, 'I was thinking that maybe, you and your sister, could...' 'Could what?' 'Well, you know, could come over and stay by her side. She needs you. Both of you.' In a state of dismay, Jenny nodded her aching head. As if twirling down a dark tunnel, she rubbed her temple and closed her eyes, confused. After a moment's silence, she breathed into the phone, 'Uh, yes. You're probably right.' Craig ranged in. 'Listen, you don't have to worry about flights and accommodation. I have my American Express with me and I can arrange for you and your sister to be here by the end of the week. I can pick you up at the Lagos Airport. Naomi knuckled under. 'Okay. Listen, I'll need speak to Christina. I'll explain the whole story to her.' 'Try to be gentle with her.' Craig replied diabolically. 'Of course. I'll find the right words. Well, I'll try.' 'Your lady will be so pleased when she sees you both.' 'I know. Please tell her to be strong.' 'I will.' 'Did you say Lagos?' Naomi asked confused. Geography had never been her forte. She knew that Africa was somewhere across the ocean. To describe its shape or exact position however would have been arduous for her, let alone know its states or cities. 'Yes. It's in Nigeria.' replied Craig, as if that would help her, slumped on his bed, he suddenly straightened his back. 'It's absolutely simmering over here!' he continued with new found energy. 'So make sure you bring your summer clothes. Shorts and sandals. Understood?' Analyzing his words, Craig didn't know why he had felt the need to underline that to the young girl. Thinking twice however, it became obvious to him. No longer surprised by his body reactions, he suddenly felt a heavy twitch beneath his clammy pants. Subconsciously, he started to picture the young woman in a skimpy top and clinging shorts his fresh erection grew unrestrained. 'Okay, so how shall we leave things?' asked Jenny. Baffled by the flow of red to his genitals, Craig replied with a moist tongue, 'Give me a day to book the tickets and then I'll call you with the flight numbers and departure times.' 'Okay Craig, I'll wait for the call.' 'I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye for now.' 'Bye then.' Craig placed down the receiver. His left hand drooped down to his groin. His swollen phallus had been twitching throughout the entire conversation. He rubbed it. He could feel its veins pulsing. The white man slumped back down, stretching out on the bed. Gazing up at the scrubby ceiling, he viciously tugged down his underwear. His hardened rod sprung up. Craig gave in to his devious thoughts he couldn't hold back any further. He closed his eyes in presentation to his alter ego. The truth had finally beckoned. Who was he kidding, he thought to himself. He knew exactly what kind of fate would expect the two girls if they were to set foot in such a Godforsaken place. Craig's mind instantly recurred an array of deviant fantasies. The images flowed without surcease. Jenny and her younger sister Christina, their bodies, beautiful young bodies, firm, tanned and smooth, amidst dozens of negros. Well hung, muscley and merciless. He could see the white girls' flesh vulgarly exposed, their flimsy clothes ripped off, powerful black rods invading their most private parts. Craig nested his head back, inhaled deep and allowed his throbbing penis to squirt out its warm, sticky cream, flooding the sheets and dingy mattress.
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CHAPTER EIGHT 'I hope you have good news!' droned Mbuji, on the other end of the phone. It was Saturday. Craig replied with a tingling, nervous voice. 'They'll be arriving at 3.00 p.m. I'll be picking them up at the airport.' 'Very good!' 'So now what do I do?' asked Craig. Mbuji sniggered maliciously, 'Well, you will have to do exactly what I say. I come over to hotel now. I explain everything. Is understand?' 'Okay, I'll wait for you here,' the white man's shivery voice countered. 'You remember good, you no follow my instruction and you never see you woman again, is understand?' Mbuji's warning sunk in like a promise. His control was ironclad. As flight 2745W hovered over the bustling city of Lagos, Jenny and her younger sister Christina peered through their steamed up window in a feeble attempt to get a glimpse of their final destination. Africa was just beneath them. It lay below like a closed book, full of mysteries and hidden dangers. As the old aircraft prepared for landing, the two girls nervously held hands. Jenny tried to console her anxious sister, 'Don't worry Christina, everything will be fine. Just think of Mum. She'll be so relieved when she see us.' 'I just hope Craig is there waiting for us when we arrive. It looks awfully busy down there. Look at all the traffic.' 'I'm sure he is. replied Jenny, 'He cares so much about Mum and, besides, it was nice of him to pay for the tickets. He said he would be there to pick us up, so don't worry.' From the busy airport terminal, Craig watched the plane gradually come to a halt. As its passengers debarked, he studied them very carefully. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of two white girls descending the impromptu stairway. Surrounded by a dense crowd of black people, they looked ahead, confused. Unhindered, Craig's eyes immediately floated towards their clothes. They were now in Africa, but it seemed the two girls had naively forgotten about it. They wore shorts and sandals and their upper bodies were nested in slinky, tight clinging tops. There couldn't possibly be any cultural difference between home and this 'other place' called Africa. They strolled ahead at ease unaware of the many stares they had already caught from a number of black men fronting the airport terminal window. * 'Jenny! Christina! Over here,' shouted Craig as the two girls left Customs. They promptly spotted the white man and grinned over, acknowledging his presence. They headed in his direction dragging their heavy suitcases. As they moved closer, Craig subconsciously studied their bodies. Jenny had taken the lead and the white man could immediately feel his throat moistening as her delicate and smooth skin moved closer into view. She was a significantly tall and slender young woman. In her early thirties, she had short blonde hair which cut inwards and tucked delicately into her very pretty face. She had beautiful white teeth, a petite mouth and a small, pointed nose. Her legs were extremely long and firm, crowned by a pair of gorgeously athletic thighs. Her full body sported an enviable tan and although her breasts were not that large and had just a slight sag, they were extremely enticing, poking out beautifully from beneath her clinging top. Christina trailed behind. She too was blonde and very tanned, however she was shorter than her sister and had longer hair. Her figure was indeed very petite, but very very arousing. Her thong sandals revealed a delicate yet very sexy pair of feet. She was also very pretty, but with a slightly sharper nose. Her mouth very seductive, her lips tenuous but very tender. She wore a skimpy skirt which clung lewdly to her backside and floated above her knees. A skimpy white vest stuck to her sexy torso revealing a firm pair of teets; not oversized but they were slightly larger and heavier than her sister's. Both girls were smoothly shaved and their skin glistened a soft and very arousing complexion. Craig's heart began to drum. He had already noticed a number of blacks staring at the white girls and thought best to speed things up. With a frivolous tone, he welcomed the two girls, 'Hi girls, how was your flight?.' 'Very long, that's all I can say,' replied Jenny. She moved closer and gave Craig a brief and innocent hug. For just a fraction of a second, he got a warm feel of her smooth and delicate skin. Christina soon switched places with her sister and as she hugged Craig his arousal grew further at the feel of her delicate breasts pressing against his chest. The two girls smelled so good. The white man struggled awkwardly. He desperately tried to disguise the throbbing erection in his pants. 'My car is waiting just outside,' he said, 'Can I carry your suitcases for you?' 'No, that's okay, we've got them.' countered Jenny. The girls seized their luggage and started to make their way towards the exit. Trailing behind, the white man could not avoid staring, down at their smooth, silky legs.
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As the rented vehicle made its way throughout he bustling streets of central Lagos, the girls peered outside their windows. Their faces bearing a sealed degree of disappointment: they were expecting a slightly more pleasant environment. Their surroundings presented them with rubbish and squalor. Unclean streets crossing sideways with tight alleyways. The vehicle slugged forward at a walking pace and was slowly swallowed up by the masses of black people inundating the busy city center. 'It's very different isn't it?' said Craig. 'Yes. There aren't many white people here are there?' asked Christina. She looked very nervous in the rear passenger seat. For some reamister black people had always made her uncomfortable. Ever since she was a young, she had been afraid of them. She had never even shook hands with a black permister before and now here she was, miles away from home and surrounded by masses of 'blackies' as she had once heard them called. 'No, this is Central Africa, it's very unlikely that we'll meet any other whites whilst we're here.' replied Craig. Hearing the unwelcome words, the younger woman carefully wound up window up, despite the simmering heat. 'So where is Mum?' asked Jenny. 'She's at the hospital. We'll go and see her tomorrow. They have strict visiting hours here. I've booked you a room each at my hotel. We're heading there now. It's best if you both get some rest. You've had a long journey.' * After seeing to Jenny, Craig ushered Christina into her own hotel room. The old chamber had a feeble yet disturbing pong. It had a stained deck and was losing plaster in certain patches of its cracked sidewall. Craig dunked her suitcase onto the bed; Christina moved to the window to check out the view. There wasn't much to see: a scabby, old building faced her room, nothing more. The young woman didn't appear completely at ease. 'I know it's not the best,' said Craig, 'but there weren't any other rooms left.' Looking at the dingy side alleyway down below, Christina tucked her hands beneath her arms and gave herself a nervous embrace. 'Is Mum gonna be alright?' she asked. 'I've been told that she'll be dismissed within a week or two. We just need to be patient that's all.' The young girl moved towards her suitcase and unlatched it. 'I can't wait to see her,' she uttered. 'I've been so worried.' 'Listen, just take your time okay. Have some rest, take a shower and we'll all go and see her tomorrow.' As the deceiving words left his mouth, Craig couldn't help drifting his gaze once again over the young blonde's gorgeous little body. Again, he studied her delicate feet, her smooth legs, her slim waist and her perky little breasts. Christina started to unpack her suitcase. She took out some shorts and a couple of summer tops, then some toiletries and some other perfumes. To Craig's astonishment, she suddenly extracted a lacy pair of white g-strings. Craig's throat moistened instantly at the accidental sight of the young girl's underwear. Once again, he began to eye her up and down. He envisaged her intimately, wearing the sensual panties beneath her clinging shorts. 'I think I'm going to take that shower,' she said innocently; totally unsuspecting of the depraved thoughts engulfing the white man standing only a few feet away from her.
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Having A Black Baby Life is strange to say the least. Take the situation that now exists between my wife and me. Linda and I have been married almost seven years now, but out relationship has changed more in the last six months than it did in the first six years. Let me explain how my present predicament began. I guess in a sense everything that has happened to me has been my fault. I should have left well enough alone, you see I'm married to a 25 year old fox of a wife. Her name is Linda and I've been with her ever since she was 16 years old. She had never known any other man but me and that was fine with me. I'm a couple of years older than Linda but not that much more experienced in sexual matters than her. Linda was a virgin when we meet, and I had only a couple of sexual experiences before meeting my wife. In any event, our sex life was fine for the first five years and then in the next year, I noticed how it kind of tailed off. I figured that I could improve our sex life by having us both watch and get better sexually educated by watching some porn flicks. At first Linda was against it, but she relented and eventually she seemed to actually like watching them. It did seem to improve the frequency of our sex sessions but then something interesting happened. As Linda and I were watching a new porno flick I had picked up, she seemed to be taking particular interest in Peter North's large equipment as he filled some women to the limit with it. The next scene showing a black guy with his even bigger cock seemed to fascinate her even more. After the move was over, she asked me how long my cock was. I told her it was about average and was almost 6 inches. To tell the truth it's more like 5 1/2" and I've always been a little conscious of it being thin as well as a little short, but because my wife had no previous experience it never seemed to matter to her before. But now she had seen these monster cocks on the screen and she realized, of course, that they were about double what I had. I realized I couldn't hide the fact that mine was kinda puny from her any longer. The subject didn't come up again for a couple of days until Linda told me that she had heard that black men all had such big cocks. I told her that I didn't think they did and the black guys in the porno-flick were an exception rather than a rule. She changed the topic and I thought that was all there was to it. But somehow, I had the feeling that she was still curious about the size of black cock. About a week later, I finished work early and left for home knowing that my wife would be happy to see me home early. When I got there I realized her friend, Jane, who lives a couple of houses down from us was visiting. As I entered the house they were so deeply into there conversation that they didn't hear me come in. She'd apparently been sipping wine with Jane almost all afternoon and both girls were in a giggly mood. I was about to announce myself, when I heard what they were talking about. Jane was telling Linda that most black men had really big cocks. Linda was fascinated but told Jane she found that hard to believe and that I had said that wasn't true. Jane say that she had a black friend who could come over and prove it. I expected Linda to reject her offer out of hand, but I was surprised to hear my wife giggle and say, "Maybe I should find out if it's true for myself, huh?" Her curiosity and the wine had obviously gotten the best of her. Jane quickly made a phone call and then told Linda that he would be over in about ten minutes. True to her word almost ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. I had walked upstairs and was listening and observing from a vantage point that I couldn't easily be seen. I know I should have intervened but I was curious about what might happen next. I couldn't believe that my wife was really going to inspect this guy's dong to find out if he had a really big black cock. My first surprise when Jane introduced Linda to Nate was his size. This guy was at least six and a half feet tall and probably weighed 275 pounds contained within a well-built muscular frame. As soon as Nate arrived, Jane excused herself so that Nate and my wife, 'could get better acquainted'.
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No sooner had Jane walked out the door, when Nate turned to Linda and said, "If you want to check out my equipment, we'd better do it private like in your bedroom."
My wife just looked mesmerized by this big black man and kind of nodded her head and said, "Maybe that would be best."
I barely had time to slip into our master closet before they entered the bedroom.
He closed the bedroom door behind himself and once inside he unzipped his fly and pulled out what must have been at least 12 inches of man-meat. It was as big as any I'd ever seen in the porno-flicks. Linda was totally amazed, I watched as she moved toward it and lifted its weighty mass in her hands.
"Gawd," she said. "Something like this would never fit inside me!"
I had to silently agree.
"Sure it will," said the black man. "All ya need is a little preparation."
This was getting serious, I could tell and I was about to come out from my hiding place and confront the two of them, when I realized how much bigger and stronger this guy was than me. I figured that the better part of valor was to stay where I was and maybe Linda would just send this guy on his way. No such luck of course.
Linda was still standing there in awe of his massive black cock holding it in her hands when he became very aggressive. He pulled her to him, kissing her deep, her hand still holding his rod. I expected Linda to back away but she didn't. After a few seconds she was actually returning his kiss. I watched in shock as he quickly stripped her clothes off until she was standing there naked before him. "Lie down whitey," he ordered and she didn't hesitate to carry out his command.
He moved between her legs and with his massive hands pulled them apart. I could see her tiny cunt. He moved his head toward her pussy and before I could blink, he was eating her. The one thing I can always count on to make my wife extra-hot is to eat her pussy and so I knew that he'd have her excited in no time. Sure enough in just a few seconds, she was moaning and thrusting up to get more of his tongue into her hot cunt as he s*******fully manipulated her. As I helplessly watched she came, and came and came until she was actually begging him to put it in her.
As he moved up her body she must have come to her senses because she told him he would have to wear a condom. Linda has never wanted youngren and she had read somewhere that prolonged use of the pill was not good for a woman and so we have always used the condom as our method of birth control. But when she asked him again, the black man shook his head, telling Linda, "I don't wear no fuckin' condom, I liked to feel his bitches cunt against his cock." As he said this he was rubbing her clit with the bulbous head of his cock, stoking her fire again. "Do you want me to stop now bitch and go home?" he asked.
She hesitated for a moment and I hoped she'd come to her senses, but my hopes were dashed as she told him to fuck her now, with or without anything and that she needed it bad! He grinned lewdly, as he slowly began to push that monster into her cunt. I could tell it was tight but she kept on urging him to fill her completely. When he was about half way into her, deeper than I had ever been, he suddenly thrust hard and the remainder of his cock entered her to the balls.
Linda gasped in pain, then as he held still, buried to the root inside her, she reached up and kissed him. "Fuck me hard," she said. That was all he needed to hear. I could see that hot fuck-stick as he almost completely pulled it from her, her cunt extended around its girth, then he would ram it home. Linda began humping hard up against him, telling him how much she was loving it. The black man's butt contracted with each thrust and I knew he would come soon.
"I'm gonna fill your cunt with my black seed," he yelled. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Linda answered, "Yes, come inside me, don't take that beautiful thing out."
Then the black buried himself to the balls inside my wife's cunt and as he groaned in orgasm, the cheeks of his butt pulsed with every ejaculation he shot inside my wife's cunt.
"Oh there's a lot for your tummy... lots of baby juice for you!" he yelled. Linda continued to pump against him, her cunt sucking every last bit of it out of his big black cock.
I suddenly realized that this black man was sending cum into my wife's cunt for the very first time. We had always used a condom and she was a virgin when we married. I was insanely jealous. But what could I do at this point, nothing but watch her as she fucked him longer and stronger than she ever had with me. After about a minute he slowly withdrew his softening cock. A string of cum clung to it and more come began to run out of her used hole. It was no longer closed, it gaped open like a veteran whore's.
"Very nice cunt, for a white bitch," Nate said, "I'll be stopping by everyday for some of this, you understand?"
"Yes," was all Linda could muster.
The black man left and Linda laid down to rest. She fell arelax almost immediately and I snuck out the closet past her without disturbing her.
I went to a bar and had a few takes to steady my nerves. I didn't know what to do. If I confronted her with it, I knew that our marriage might be over. I didn't really want that and I guess I finally convinced myself that this was just a phase she'd go through and after a while she'd tire of it or get her fill of big black cock and our sex life would return to what it used to be. WRONG again! That was almost 6 months ago, Linda still doesn't know I know, but she will not be able to keep it secret for much longer. You see, Linda is five months pregnant. Its definitely not mine. She's said to me that there must have been something wrong with one of my rubbers and that's how I got her pregnant. I, of course, know better. I know that it's definitely black. Since that first time, I have watched her many times with her black lover.
Its painful for me to watch and I don't know how to explain it but somehow deep down, I WANT to see her with her ebony lovers. I confess that it makes me hard and I have actually jacked-off on more than one occasion watching from our closet. Frankly, it's my only way of "getting off" now days as I haven't fucked her in five months. She has told me that since she's become pregnant she just doesn't desire sex. But I know the real reamister; I was in the room hiding months ago when her black lover told her that she was only to have black cock, and not fuck her white husband. Even 5 months pregnant she is still taking black cock every day.
It's been getting worse, Nate has brought a friend with him the last several times he's visited and she's been "powerd" to service two black cocks at one time. She is with him several nights a week, using the excuse that she's having a "girl's night out" with Jane. I've followed her to a sleazy motel and seen lots of men come and go from the motel room that she was in. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Nate is pimping her for his black buddies.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I suppose there's really nothing I can do at this point. In about three months, when a coffee creamed baby is born by my wife, I suppose that I'll have to deal with it. Until then, I'll just let things ride along as they are!
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La mère de mon ami Ce fut une journée cauchemardesque pour la mère de mon meilleur ami et un pied total pour le métisse que je suis. cela c'est passé l'hiver dernier, alors qu'on sortait de la fac,mon ami jonathan m'invita à venir boire une bière chez lui ou enfin devrais je dire chez ses parents. il habitait dans une maimister à la sortie du périphérique, légèrement isolé, le moins qu'on puisse dire c'est que les voisins ne dérangeaient guère. Il me fit entrer d'abord puis m'emboita le pas,me faisant asseoir au salon pendant qu'il alla chercher les bières. j'observais tout les recoins ainsi que les photos sur la cheminée, mon attention se portait sur une photo en particulier. une bien belle brune s'y tenait mais je fus sorti de ma torpeur par jonathan qui me tendait la bière. Alors tu admires ma mère sur cette photo me lança t-il........... TRES jolie femme.........pour mister âge. Ohhhhh elle n'a que 40 ans mon pote.. Le claquement de la porte nous fit retourner,c'etait sa mere mieux que sur la photo,sa chevelure brune ondulée à chacun de ses pas. Bonjour nous lançait elle,je m'appelle yolande.jonathan me presenta à elle selon les commodites. cette femme n'avait pas une ride,mister tailleur recouvrait de magnifique jambes gainées de nylon auto-bronzant,mister decoleté ne laissait qu'entrevoir une partie de ses petit seins bien rond à priori enfermé dans mister soutien gorge. 15 bonnes minutes plus tard,nous repartames vers la ville.Je flattais la beauté de sa mere a jonathan sur une bonne partie du chemin du retour. j'en apprenais beaucoup sur sa vie,qu'elle etait seule toute la semaine car mister mari travaillait à l'etranger. Le soir dans mon appartement t1 tout pourri,rien qu'en repensant a cette beauté,je me masturba frenetiquement et la quantité de foutre qui jaillit de ma bite m'espoutoufla.....il fallait que je me la tape. Le vendredi soir,en sortant de la fac je dis a jonathan a lundi pour les partiels man!!!!!!!!! EH NON me repondit-il..je ne suis pas la,je pars toute la semaine en stage avec mon pere en suede,je decolle dimanche à 13heures. WHAOOUUUUUUUUUU le pied lui dis-je.bon beh sur-ce à la semaine prochaine. En m'ecroulant sur mon lit,je meditais,reflechissais,hesitais.... je tenais la une occasion d'aller me taper sa mere.. c'etait deja dimanche et etant sorti la veille,ma tete etait lourde,je mangea un bout ,me fit un brin de toilette et regarda ma pendule il etait deja 15h30.Tiens je vais aller voir mon fantasme.j'etais legerement ivre encore. Arrivant sur le pas de la porte ,je misternais,quelques secondes plus tard la porte s'ouvrait et elle se tenait là devant moi. Que voulait vous? est ce que jona.....than est la,j'avais un peu de mal avec la cuite de la veille. Non et allez vous en ,vous etes ivre ma paroleet elle essaya de fermer la porte mais ma main la retint nette. Mais que faites vous!!!! je vais te le montrer de ce pas ma belle dame. Sa figure se deforma de peur et dans la foulée se mit à courrir vers le salon,moi lui emboitant le pas et faisant trembler les murs de la maimister quand la porte claqua.Je la rattrappais et la mise au sol, sous ses hurlements et debattements de ses bras. Je lui maitrisait rapidement ses bras en lui mettant en croix au dessus de sa tete,mes jambes ecartant les siennes,elle etait toute à moi. Non pitié s'il vous plait je vous donnerais tout ce que vous voulez,par pitié arretez... Ce que je veux salope ,c'est ta chatte,enfouir ma grosse bite de metisse dans ta fente,tu m'excites adonff. D'une main je tenais peniblement les deux siennes en croix pendant que je me degrafais ma ceinture et deboutonnais mon jean. Ma verge liberait,elle tresautait de droite à gauche,mon 25 centimetres etait plus large que d'habitude sans doute du a l'excitation de violer cette belle femme. Cette etape franchise,ma main caressait sa cuisse,le crissement de mister collant sur mes doigts m'excitait deux fois plus,je glissais ma main sous sa robe pour lui caresser le minou mais ma main se frotta à mister collant que je m'empressais de dechirer furieusement,j'ecartais sa culotte sur le coté et glissais un doigt dans sa fente. le OH qu'elle gemit fortement m'incita à la doigter lentement. à chaque va et vient,elle mouillait legerement,elle luttait pour ne pas se faire deflorer,malgré ses pleurs j'accelerais le mouvement et enfin ça mouillait beaucoup plus. ça y'est t'es prete,je vais te la mettre petite salope,en meme temps que mes mots mes jambes reecartaient les siennes,je dus lui bloquer les deux bras contre le sol de mes deux mains pour l'empecher de se debattre. En donnant des coups de bassins,j'essayais de la penetrer malgré des AU SECOURS et des NON stridents,ma verge n'arretais pas de glisser sur sa fente ou passer à coté grace a ses dehanchements violents jusqu'au moment ou mon gland sentit sa mouille et s'enfonça dans sa chair,mister hymen resistait à mon intrusion, mais d'un coup de reins,je rentrais 20 bon centimetres,je ne pouvais aller plus loin,mister uterus me la stoppait. OH putain elle est etroite,oh oui c'est bon je vais te defoncer encore plus que dans mes reves. JE prenais un malin plaisir à la limer sur une cadence lente lui faisant lacher des petits cris de jouissance malgré tout. Tu vas aimer ça attends un peu! J'accelerais la cadence,mon ejaculation n'etait pas loin je sentais monter la seve rapidement. J'eus juste le temps de me retirer dans un cri de sastisfaction que j'arrosais sa chatte legerement poilu de mon foutre epais. M'affalant sur elle je lui murmrurait à l'oreille que mister calvaire ne faisait que commencer. Je me relevais lentement,la contemplant toute tremblante et recroquevilée sur elle meme.Allez viens avec moi. AHHHHHHH je la tirais par sa longue chevelure vers la salle de bain,une fois dans celle-ci,j'attrapais un gant et faisais couler l'eau. Laissez moi pitié je dirais rien me disait elle. Tais toi salope et lave toi ta chatte,je la regardais faire,elle tete basse,pleurnichant toujours. Une fois sa toilette finie,je lui ordonnais de me nettoyer ma queue,elle tentait de s'enfuir profitant du leste que je laissais mais je la rattrappais par la taille la ramenant dans la salle de bain.Refais pas ça ou tu vas le regretter yolande. Je lui tendais le gant savonné,allez nettoie et vite....toute tremblante,hesitante,sa main n'effleurait qu'à peine mon penis,je l'empoignais et la fit frotter mon menbre qui après une bonne demi-heure de repos recommençait à durcir.d'effroi elle recula contre le mur de la salle de bain,je m'avançais vers elle et l'empoignais fermement par mister cou. Allez suce!!!!elle fermait sa bouche pour ne pas engloutir ma bite,mais à power de perseverance,elle la prise en bouche qui fut totalement deformée par mon chibre. Ses mains contre mon torse essayaient de me repousser mais ma power avait raimister d'elle. ma verge coulissait jusqu'à ses amydales,de temps a autre je la ressortais pour la laisser reprendre mister souffle. Putain de fellation ma belle je vais pas tarder à gicler lui disais je. quelques coulisements plus tard,mes jets de foutre emplissaient le fond de sa gorge.Au bruit qu'elle emettait on aurait dit qu'elle se noyait avec mon sperm. Retenant mon foutre pour ne pas l'avaler,cela coulait legerement entre ses levres et ma verge,mon sperm tombant sur ses collants et jupe. quand je ressortis ma bite,elle toussait,crachait en profita pour me traiter de fils de pute,ce qui ne plus guere. Je l'attrappais par la taille,la soulevant du sol et l'amena dans sa chambre sans doute,je la jetais sur le lit et lui sautais dessus,mettant mes deux jambes autour de mister corps pour l'empechait de bouger. AH c'est pas fini,arrachant violement mister chemisier et soutif à la fois,ses seins m'apparaissiaent tout ballotant et bien rond comme je les avais deviné quelques jours auparavant. je m'empressais de lecher ses tetons,les mordaient ferocement et les prenaient à pleine bouche. Pendant que je m'occupais de ses mamelons,mon autre main arrachait sa jupe,ne la laissant qu'avec mister collant dechiré et sa culotte roulait sur un coté apres ma premiere penetration. Etant rassasié de ses seins,je saississais ses deux jammbes que j'ecartais avec mes bras et la tirait vers moi pour mettre sa chatte velue au niveau de ma langue que j'enfourchais dans sa cavité fraichement nettoyé. AH NON ahhhhhhhh!!!!! ma langue tournoyait sur mister clitoris,le lechait,je buvais le peu de nectar qu'elle pouvait m'offrir.je ne sais combien de temps,je me suis excité sur mister clito mais ma verge retresautais de desir. Le regard de yolande en disait long,elle etait terrorisé que je puisse la violer une troisieme fois. elle se debattait autant mais cette fois je trouvais l'entrée de mister orifice plus vite.je la limais tout en parlant. Ma main tenait ses deux chevilles l'une contre l'autre,la sensation etait encore meilleur puis je lui mis ses jambes sur mes epaules et là je pus exploiter entierement ma penetration en elle. Elle dut ecartée ses jambes quasiment en grand ecart pour soulager la douleur grandissante de mon penis la labourant,je pouvais ainsi lui caresser ses cuisses tout en la limant,la douceur de ses collants m'excitant.je me disais alors dans ma tete que je comprenais tout ces hommes qui violaient les femmes en collant,l'excitation etait grande. J'en avais assez de sa chatte,tout en lui maintenant ses cuisses plaqués sur le lit,je retirais ma verge de mister cratere vaginale apercevant une partie de sa chair interieur. je descendis de quelques centimetres mon penis et m'enfonça dans mister petit trou du cul,mister cri strident et fort remisternait dans la maimister vide,je rentrais dix bon centimetres avant de m'arreter. je dus mettre une main sur sa bouche pour etouffer ses cris qui devenait de plus en plus fort,les larmes degoulinaient a flot sur mister visage. je la limais lentement,l'etroiteté de mister cul me faisant mal,je pensais qu'elle etait vierge analement et le sang qui sortit lors de mon xieme va et vien me conforta bien dans mon idée. OHHH yolande t'es vierge du cul,il n'y a pas d'age pour te depuceler ma belle!!!! sur ce dernier mot je jouissais au fond de mister cul,je m'ecroulais par la suite mort de fatigue mais la gardant à l'oeil malgré tout. les jours qui suivirent je la sequestrais chez elle profitant de mister corps jusqu'a plus soif.
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He looked at her for a moment and then he said, "You know, I hate to admit it but your attitude sounds a lot healthier than mine. Hell, half the people in the world have cocks. What's the big deal?"
Lori leaned over and kissed Tom and said, "Way to go pop! Now, since you guys are awake, why don't we all go downstairs and go skinny dipping?"
Tom and I looked at each other and almost in unimister we said, "What the fuck!"
We got up and I helped him take off his clothes. Then the three of us went swimming in the pool.
Lori and I recovered quickly from what Kevin had done to us. There were changes of course, most of them for the better. Tom and I get along better and are closer than we ever were. And we are both closer to Lori than any other parents of a teenager that I know of. We are more tolerant now, we have to be. There is no way that Lori is going to go back to being the sweet, naïve fifteen year old that she was before this happened. Tom has had to get used to her bringing boys home and fucking their brains out. Because of what I went through it didn't bother me but he had to make a pretty serious adjustment.
There was another adjustment that he had to make. But this one he enjoyed. I found that I couldn't go back to being monogamous. Well, I might have been able to. But when Tom found out how much trouble I was having with that, how much I missed having sex with my co-workers and with our neighbor Hugh we talked it over. It turns out that he was turned on hearing about the way the men at work used me for sex. The same was true of Hugh. We had a lot of hot sex after I related some of my experiences to Tom and he finally admitted that he had fantasized for a long time about watching me have sex with other men.
So now I have sex with my four co-workers. Our relationship has changed since Kevin left the picture, but not that much. I still wear those slutty dresses to work. I am still submissive to them and I still put out for the occasional client. And we still talk about them coming over and joining Lori and me for some hot sex. Lori is all for it. But the threats are gone and the fear is gone. Hell! I even think that Mr. Johnmister is starting to act like a human being now and then!
Hugh was shocked when I called him over to my house one day and told him that Kevin was gone and Tom had come back home. He was even more shocked when I told him that he was still welcome to come over from time to time and fuck me, even if Tom was home. In fact, I think I was able to convince him that Tom would get a kick out of it.
There are a few things from the darker side of this that I suppose I need to mention. The morning after Tom beat Kevin with the bat so badly he was found in a gutter, just about half dead. He is suffering from severe brain damage and doesn't even know his own name. I asked an acquaintance who was a nurse to check on his condition and she said that Kevin would never recover. He can walk and talk but his brain is now at about the level of a ten year old. He has become known for his sweet disposition and gentleness. But he will always be a ten year old.
The studio where Lori and I were ***d and filmed doing all of those horrible things was burned down several days after I was there. The fire was determined to be the result of armister and the owners are suspected and are likely to be charged. Evidence was found at the home of the two men who owned the studio. They insist that it was planted but the case is supposed to be pretty strong against them.
The other piece of gossip that I picked up recently was that a woman who owned a kennel outside of town was *******ped and has been missing for months. Police claim that they have information that she is being held against her will in a whorehouse somewhere in Mexico and powerd to service Mexican laborers in between her donkey shows.
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The old man then said, "Bend over my beautiful lady, I am going to fuck you! We will make us a baby in your beautiful soft belly!"
To my amazement, I just sat there while Kate bent over on the arm of the sofa leaving her ass in the air and the old man caressed her ass.
The old man looked at me for the first time, then commenced to run his hands over Kate's naked body her... breasts... belly... bottom... and the slick folds of her dripping wet pussy.
"Boy, watch as I fuck your wife!" he said while looking at me.
The old man lifted his Galabia to reveal his big fat cock; it was well over 8 inches in length and as thick as a beer can. He was rubbing the head of his cock up and down Kate's pussy lips spreading his and Kate's juices around her pussy.
I then saw Kate spread her legs further apart and push her ass back towards the old man.
I could hear Kate's breathing become more laboured and a moan escaped her lips, I could also see Kate's hips thrusting backwards in an effort to get his cock into her pussy.
The old man then reached out with his left hand and squeezed Kate's left breast, I heard Kate moan again as he pinched her erect nipple.
I watched as the old stick the head of his cock against Kate's pussy lips, and push the bulbous head of his cock slowly in. Kate groaned "Ooohh!" as the old man thrust another three inches into her pussy.
The old man was smiling as he started to thrust his cock in and out of Kate's pussy going deeper with each thrust. Kate was bent over the arm of the old sofa with both her breasts out her nipples were hard she had a look of pleasure on her face as he slowly fucked her with his large cock.
I still don't know why but I just watched this old man fucking Kate from behind, I could see that Kate was thrusting her bare ass back as he thrust forward. Kate was becoming more vocal as the old man started to fuck her even harder and faster from behind. Kate was almost constantly groaning. "Ohhhh, uuumm Yess."
The old man's hands were kneading her soft belly and hanging breasts gently pulling on her swollen nipples, as he continued to gently thrust in and out of Kate's pussy. I watched in stunned silence as he fucked Kate he had about 5 inches of his cock buried in Kate's pussy with about another 4 inches of cock still to go.
Kate groaned "Oh, Oh, I m Cumming followed by a long moan "Ohhh," The old man continued to fuck until all of his cock was buried into her pussy. The sound of the pair of them fucking was filling the shop; Kate's groans as she was fucked were louder than the eastern music which was still playing.
Once the old man had his big fat cock embedded in Kate's pussy he began to fuck her in Ernest! The sound his large hairy balls hitting Kate's ass as he thrust in and out faster and faster he had his hands caressing and pulling Kate's breasts and nipples. "Ohhh," he moaned as he fucked Kate "oh you beautiful lady I am close. I am going to fill your belly with my seed"
I suddenly realised what he had said, I didn't want him to cum inside her, she was not on the pill and I had a vasectomy
"Please, Please don't come inside her... she is not on the pill..." I pleaded.
The old man continued to thrust in and out of Kate's pussy when to my horror Kate moaned, "Cum inside me... please cum in my belly... give me you seed... make a baby grow in my belly."
The old man said, "Yes Beautiful Lady - I will fill your belly with my blessed seed!"
The man held Kate by her hips and thrust his cock fully into Kate's pussy; he groaned, "Arrgggg!!"
I watched as he came in side Kate... there was so much cum that it was oozing past his cock landing in thick white puddles on the dirty floor of his shop.
I was sat there with my head in my hands I couldn't believe what had just happened! What I had allowed to happen!
The old man held his cock in Kate's pussy for what seemed like hours all the while caressing Kate's belly and breasts. I heard him say to Kate "Beautiful lady I hope you now have our baby growing in your belly. If not come back and I will try again!"
He then slowly pulled his softening cock form Kate's pussy a long string of cum stretched from Kate's stretched pussy to the head of his massive cock.
The old man helped Kate lay back on the sofa with her legs closed and her ass raised so as he put it "not to lose any of his blessing."
The old man dropped the front of his Galabia covering his cock he then sat by Kate caressing her belly and kissing her as she lay on the sofa. I was stunned as I watched Kate kiss him back pulling him to her.
The old man pulled away saying, "Don't worry beautiful lady I will be back." He stood and picking up the costume Kate had been wearing from the floor he walked over to the counter and the till. He beckoned me over, where he took my credit card charging me £300, for the costume.
The old man returned to Kate he helped her off the sofa he held her close and the pair of them kissed as they walked towards the changing room, Kate emerged a few minutes later dressed. She thanked the old man kissing him passionately and promising to return.
As we left the shop Kate had a look of complete satisfaction on her face, she still had the red jewel in her belly button.
A month later Kate announced she was pregnant, she had not allowed me anywhere near her pussy, so I knew it must belong to the old man. She continued to refuse to have sex with me I was reduced to wanking myself for pleasure! Kate on the other hand continued to visit the shop and the old man I was made to sit in the shop while they fucked.
Eight months later Kate gave birth to a little baby boy... a mister. But obviously not mine, the baby had much darker skin than either of us. The Dr just looked at me with pity in his eyes.
The old man even visited Kate and his mister in her hospital room...
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The hyperlink is visible to registered members only!Kenya Safari Gone Bad THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT THAT INCLUDE ****, GANG ****, MUTILATION, AND HUMILIATION. YOU MUST BE 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER TO READ THIS. IF YOU ARE NOT 21 OR OLDER, STOP NOW. THIS STORY IS FANTASY. **** IS A TERRIBLE CRIME AND THIS STORY IN NO WAY CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN. IT IS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR SEXUAL READING PLEASURE. Cindy and Jim had been married for two weeks when then arrived in Kenya for their safari. They had planned the trip as part of an extended honeymoon. Both had wanted to see the naturals of Africa, and a safari in Kenya was just the ticket. Married only two weeks, Cindy wanted to tease Jim and had been wearing very provocative clothes. On one day she had worn shorts so tight and skimpy Jim could see the outline of her cunt lips in the crotch and her ass stuck out of the legs in back. When Cindy sat down, she would prop one leg up on the chair so Jim would have a clear view of her cunt up the leg of her shorts. To keep things exciting, Cindy had shaved her cunt the day of the marriage. It had turned Jim on so much, Cindy kept it shaved. Every night had been a fuck-fest with Jim sometimes fucking her 2 or 3 times a night. Cindy was so sensitive; she frequently had multiple orgasm during each fucking. All of this adventure had encouraged Cindy to keep dressing like a slut and teasing Jim. She noted that the intensity of his fuckings increased depending on how slutty she dressed. She had the figure, only 5 feet, 4 inches tall, long, blond hair, a 36D, 18, 24 that drove Jim wild and invited the interest of other men. Cindy's dress excited Jim, and the stares and leers of other men, excited Cindy. Arriving in Kenya, Cindy and Jim had checked into a hotel. That night, Jim had fucked Cindy on the balcony of their hotel room. Cindy had simply leaned over the rail watching the people below while Jim pushed her short skirt above her hips and proceeded to finger-fuck her to get her wet, then slid his 8 inch cock deep into her sopping, wet, pussy. Cindy moaned as Jim pounded her pussy for about 10 minutes. The thrill of people walking belong her and Jim fucking her sent Cindy over the edge quickly and she had to bite her lip to prevent her from shouting due to the intensity of her orgasm. Jim had kept his semi-hard cock buried deep in Cindy's cunt and made her walk to the bed impaled. Cindy fell across the bed as Jim's cock came to life once more and he fucked her again bringing her to two more orgasm before he shot another load deep inside her. They collapsed, exhausted, and woke late in the morning. Their safari did not start for a couple of days, so Cindy and Jim decided to do a little sightseeing on their own. That morning, Cindy put on white, cotton, sundress that barely covered her ass. She worn no bra or panties and when she bent just slightly she exposed her ass and cunt. She completed the outfit with a pair of red high heels held on with thin, ankle straps. As they left the hotel, Jim commented she looked like a hooker and he couldn't keep his hands off her. They quickly found a car rental and after some negotiation, rented a small car and started out of town. They had driven for about two hours, taking turns to look at different naturals. Jim had kept his hand on Cindy's pussy, fingering her clit and working her up to orgasm, then just abruptly stopping. Her dress had been pushed above her waist most to the trip. Jim decided it was time to return and pulled off the road to turn around. As he backed up, the rear tires became marred in the soft ground and just spun as Jim tried to pull the car back on the roadway. Cindy teased Jim about fucking him right there as he got out to look at the car. Suddenly he noticed several figures in the distance. As he strained his eyes, he realized that it was several men, native men in full dress. The men were wearing loincloths only, but they were painted on their chest and each carried a spear and shield. There must have been 20 of them as they approached Jim and Cindy. Jim ordered Cindy to stay in the car and fix herself. The natives descended rapidly on Jim grabbing him and throwing him to the ground. Several surrounded him holding him at bay with their spears while the remainder pulled Cindy from the car. Jim tried to reamister with them, but none appeared to speak English. Jim watched in horror as all but two of the men, left to guard him, surrounded Cindy. Cindy's fear heightened as the natives surrounded her. One who appeared to be the leader walked directly up to her and before she could defend herself, he ripped the front of her dress completely away. This exposed her breast and shaved cunt to the crowd of men. Jim quickly got up to rush to Cindy's assistance and was just as quickly knocked back to the ground. Cindy began to scream as the natives pounced on her like bees and had her completely stripped including her shoes. Cindy tried to cover herself, placing her hands over her breast and shaved cunt, but the leader would just knock her hands away. He then pushed Cindy onto her knees on the ground. Two men held the point of their spears at her neck while the leader knelt behind Cindy. Jim watched as the leader pulled up his loincloth to revealed a rock- hard cock that had to be 16 inches long and thick as a takeing glass. Tears streaked Cindy's face and she tensed as she felt the hard cock at the opening of her pussy. She was thankful it was still wet from the Jim's fingering when she felt how large the cock was as the leader shoved the entire length into her pussy with one thrust. He said something to the other men and they laughed further humiliating Cindy as she endured the ****. The leader pounded Cindy's cunt without mercy and in just a few short minutes he tensed and deposited his seed deep inside her. Jim hung his head down as he realized that the men were all going to fuck Cindy. They were lining up behind the leader each massaging massive cocks. Jim realized some must be 18 inches long. He wondered how Cindy would survive the vulgar ****. Jim's eyes were riveted to the scene in front of him. Each man would kneel behind Cindy and easily slide his massive cock into her cunt. By the fourth man, Jim could tell that Cindy was beginning to enjoy the stimulation in spite of the ****. Her eyes were closed and she was beginning to rock back as the men plunged forward. Jim watched as Cindy bit her lower lip and tensed and he knew she was having an orgasm. Jim was relieved that the men appeared to only want to fuck Cindy in the cunt as they ignored her hanging breast, ass, and mouth. After the last of 15 men had fucked Cindy and she had climaxed at least 10 times Jim noted, they rolled her onto her back and tied her hands and feet. They then turned their attention to him. The two men guarding Jim powerd him to his feet. The leader stood in front of Jim and yelled something in his native tongue at Jim. When Jim did not move, he was pushed and a spear tip placed under his chin. Jim tremred and tried to understand the hand motions of the leader finally realizing that the leader wanted Jim to remove his clothes. Jim quickly began to unbutton his shirt and in minutes was standing completely naked in front of the natives, hands covering his soft cock. The leader knocked Jim's hands away and the natives all began pointing a Jim soft cock and obviously laughing. Jim was crimmistered as he looked over at Cindy.
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Cindy was lying on her back, naked, hands and feet tied straining her head to look at Jim while one of the natives guarding her was rubbing the blunt end of his spears between her cunt lips. The natives around Jim were stroking their enormous cocks, while pointing at Jim. Jim franticly noted that the native with the smallest cock couldn't be more than 16 years old and yet had at least a 12-inch erection. The leader powerd Jim on his knees just like Cindy and yelled at the teenage native who promptly knelt behind Jim. Jim craned his neck to look behind him to be met by the tip of a spear. When Jim felt the hard cock at the entrance of his ass he tried to move away. Quickly a spear was driven through his outstretched hand stopping any movement and impaling it to the ground. This caused Jim to yell in pain. Just as he began yelling from the spear the teenager drove his 12-inch cock into Jim's asshole. Jim arched his back at such pain in his ass and in his hand. He was disgusted as he felt the boy's balls slapping up against his ass as the teenager butt fucked him with the fury of young passions. He looked over to see Cindy humping her hips up and down as her guard fucked her with the long shaft of the spear. She was oblivious to Jim's fate. Jim was thankful for the native's youth as he quickly came in Jim's ass leaving his cock inside Jim until is was soft. As the native removed his cock, Jim could feel the cum leaking from his ass down his thigh. Mercifully, Jim was not subjected to the gangbang Cindy experienced, but was bounded hands and feet. Two natives ran off into a stand of trees while Jim laid on his stomach and tried to comprehend what was happening. Looking over he found Cindy had been turned over on her stomach and Jim could see the gobs of cum on her thighs and her partially opened, bare cunt. Cindy's cunt lips were swollen and red and her clit was sticking out, hard, and engorged from all the stimulation. The natives returned from the stand of trees with two long poles. Cindy and Jim were flipped over onto their backs and the long poles were slide between their arms and legs. Two natives got at each end of the poles and lifted Jim and Cindy like wild game. Cindy screamed from the pain in her arms caused by her own weight. As Jim was lifted he saw red on his thighs and realized he must be reding after the butt fucking. His speared hand was swollen, but thankfully not reding. Jim just let his head hang back as the group trotted off carrying Cindy and Jim back to their camp. The pace was very quick and shortly the group entered their camp with their captured prey. Jim could hear Cindy screaming but could not see what was happening. Cindy was slid off the pole and the native men had quickly untie her and powerd her onto her knees and were fucking her. Cindy was now more afraid that aroused and was trying to crawl away while impaled on the native's huge cock. The natives thought it was great fun for Cindy to be crawling like a dog on the ground while the native plunged his 16 inches in and out of her used cunt. He quickly came and another native grabbed Cindy by the hips and pulled her to him. His massive rod was at least 20 inches in length and 4 inches thick. He tried to shove it into Cindy's used hole, but even with all the cum and her juices, it would not go much past the tip. Upset, the native pulled out and jerked Cindy over on to her back. Cindy's eyes were wide with terror as she saw the native's massive tool poised to rip her cunt open. She screamed as two native women grabbed her legs and pulled them over her head and then stretched them out to the side fully exposing Cindy and opening her cunt to accommodate the full size of the cock. As Cindy screamed she couldn't take her eyes off his rod as the tip, then the head slid into her cunt. With her cunt shaved, Cindy watched in terror as her cunt lips stretched and widened around the thickness of his cock. After he had powerd the head of his cock past Cindy's cunt lips, the remainder of his tool slid easily inside her. With her legs pulled over her head and stretched out, she could feel his balls against her ass. The weight and size of his scrotum matched the size of the native's dick. Cindy gasped and began to scream again as the native slowly pulled his 20 inches almost completely out of her, and then quickly shoved it all the way back in till his balls slapped against her ass like a paddle. He continued that rhythm, slowly out, quickly in with Cindy screaming with each stroke. He finally drove deep inside of her and Cindy could feel her uterus shift to one side to accommodate his size as he sprayed his cum filling her womb. The native continued to cum so much that even with Cindy's cunt tightly stretched around his cock, it leaked around the sides. Cindy's screams had subsided to sobs and she watched as he removed himself and his cum mixed with her red flowed from her disgustingly opened hole. The women released her legs and Cindy just rolled over and tried to block the nightmare that was occurring out of her mind. Jim could hear Cindy's screams, but could not do anything to help her. He was slid from the pole and dragged to a spot between two trees standing about eight feet apart. Vines were placed on his hands and feet and the natives pulled on the vines and suspended him between the trees. His armpits immediately ached as his arms were pulled toward the trees to the maximum without pulling his shoulders out of the sockets. His feet were only inches from the ground, pulled to the point of rotating his hips painfully outward so that his knees pointed at the trees. He tried to see Cindy, but could only see her feet held by the native women and hear her screams. Jim pulled against the vines, but they were too strong. Jim was left alone while the other natives surrounded Cindy to watch the show. He looked around the camp and noticed that all the native women had large tits that were uncovered. Some of the women had one nipple pierced with a gold ring while other had both nipples pierced. The women all worn short, pieces of cloth wrapped around their waist. The native men simply had loincloths that barely covered their private parts. Jim noted that he could see the ends of their soft cocks at the bottom of their loincloths. He knew that they all must have enormous cocks, even when soft. His heart went out to Cindy as he could now hear her sobbing. He wondered if they would survive their ordeal. Jim watched as Cindy was dragged toward him. He could see the trickle of red running now the inside of her thighs and the copious amounts of cum drying on her legs. Her eyes were glazed over and she did not struggle when the natives tied her between two trees just like Jim. She was only about 50 feet away and Jim tried to call out to her but found his voice too weak. He could see her chest rise and fall and knew she was still alive. A native woman threw water in her face to wake Cindy up and Cindy immediately began pleading for no more use. The native woman washed the cum and red from Cindy's thighs and then left. Jim just hung between the trees with his chin on his chest while Cindy moaned from the pain in her cunt.
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