Jenny's PIE desires

CHAPTER ONE
Jenny lay in bed, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and cruelty. She had always known how to push Jonny's buttons, but tonight was different. Tonight, she was going to take it to the next level. She turned to him, her voice dripping with seductive malice.
"Jonny," she purred, running a finger down his chest, "do you know what I've always wanted?"
Jonny swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this tone all too well, but he couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear and anticipation. "What... what do you want, Jenny?"
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I've always wanted to be with a big, thick, black cock. Can you imagine it, Jonny? A real man, with a cock that can fill me up completely, stretch me wide, and make me scream with pleasure."
Jonny's face flushed with ***********. He knew his own shortcomings all too well, and hearing Jenny describe them so vividly was like a dagger to his heart. "Jenny, please..."
But she wasn't done. She continued, her voice growing more intense, more graphic. "Imagine it, Jonny. A powerful black man, taking me in every way possible. Filling my tight white pussy, making me beg for more. And you... you'll just have to watch, knowing that you could never satisfy me like that."
Jonny's body betrayed him, his tiny dick hardening despite the shame and embarrassment. Jenny noticed, and her smile grew even more wicked. "Oh, Jonny, look at you. So pathetic. You can't even control yourself when I talk about another man fucking me."
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his small erection, stroking him slowly. "You're such a little cuck, aren't you? Always wanting to see me with someone else, someone who can actually give me what I need."
Jonny groaned, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to stop her, to put an end to this cruel game, but another part of him, a darker part, was aroused beyond belief. He was trapped, caught between his love for Jenny and his own twisted desires.
"Please, Jenny," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Don't do this."
But she only laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, Jonny, you don't get a say in this. I'm going to replace you with a real man, someone who can give me the kind of pleasure you never could. And you're going to suffer, knowing that you'll never be able to satisfy me again."
With that, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for breath. She stood up and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a small metal cage. Jonny's eyes widened in horror as he realized what it was.
"No, Jenny, please!" he begged, but she ignored him, striding back to the bed with the chastity cage in hand.
"This is for your own good, Jonny," she said, her voice icy. "You need to learn your place. Now, spread your legs."
He hesitated, but the look in her eyes told him there was no point in resisting. With a sob, he did as she commanded, watching in helpless terror as she locked the cage around his tiny, insignificant dick.
"There," she said, standing back to admire her work. "Now you'll never cum again. Not until I say so. And trust me, Jonny, you're going to be waiting a long time."
Over the next few weeks, Jenny's cruelty only intensified. She would taunt him constantly, reminding him of his inadequacies and describing in vivid detail the things she planned to do with her new lover. Jonny tried to resist, to convince himself that it was all just a sick fantasy, but deep down, he knew better.
One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Jenny brought up the PIE program. "You know, Jonny," she said casually, "this PIE program could really help society. Think about it. You're privileged, you have everything you need. But there are people out there, people who haven't had the same opportunities as you. Don't you think it's your duty to help them?"
Jonny frowned, confused. "What are you talking about, Jenny?"
She smiled, a sly, knowing smile. "The Permanent Incarceration Exchange. It's a new initiative where a white man with no jail sentence trades places with a black man who's serving time. The white man takes on the black man's sentence, and the black man gets a fresh start in life. It's a way to right the wrongs of the past, to give everyone a fair chance."
Jonny's stomach churned as he listened to her. He didn't like where this was going, but he couldn't deny the appeal of the idea. Maybe, just maybe, it was the right thing to do.
"But... but what about us?" he asked, his voice trembling. "What about our life together?"
Jenny's smile faded, replaced by a cold, hard look. "Our life together is over, Jonny. I'm done with you. I need a real man, someone who can give me what I deserve. And if you really believe in doing the right thing, then you'll sign up for this program. For me."
Jonny's heart sank. He knew there was no winning this argument. Jenny had made up her mind, and there was nothing he could do to change it. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Alright, Jenny. I'll do it."
Her smile returned, bright and triumphant. "Good boy, Jonny. Now, here are the papers. Sign them, and I'll let you cum one last time."
Desperation clawed at him as he took the pen and began to scribble his name on the documents. He could barely think straight, his mind consumed by the thought of finally being allowed to release the pent-up tension that had been building inside him for weeks.
As soon as he finished signing, Jenny took the papers from him and set them aside. Then, with a wicked grin, she knelt down in front of him and took his tiny dick in her mouth. Jonny gasped, his body trembling with need as she worked him with expert skill. It wasn't long before he was on the verge of climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That's it, Jonny," Jenny murmured, her voice muffled by his flesh. "Cum for me. Cum for your wife one last time."
With a final, desperate cry, Jonny came, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Jenny milked him dry, not stopping until every last drop had been wrung from his tiny member.
When she finally pulled away, she looked up at him with a satisfied smile. "There, Jonny. That's the last time you'll ever cum from a woman. Now, go to *****. Tomorrow's going to be a big day."
Jonny lay back on the bed, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe what he had just done, what he had agreed to. But it was too late to turn back now. He had signed his life away, and there was no going back.
The next morning, the doorbell rang, startling both of them awake. Jenny's eyes sparkled with excitement as she rushed to answer it, leaving Jonny to follow behind, his heart pounding in his chest.
When she opened the door, two big black men in dark suits stood on the doorstep. One of them held a clipboard, while the other had a stern expression on his face.
"Mr. Jonny Smith?" the stern man asked, his voice cold and businesslike.
Jonny nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, that's me."
"We're here to inform you that you have been selected for the Permanent Incarceration Exchange program. Please come with us."
Panic surged through Jonny as he realized what was happening. "No! This can't be real! I didn't mean it!"
But the men were already moving, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him towards the door. Jenny watched with a satisfied smile, her heart racing with anticipation.
"Goodbye, Jonny," she called after him, her voice filled with cruel delight. "Enjoy prison."
As the door closed behind him, Jonny's world crumbled. He struggled and fought, but it was no use. The men were bigger, stronger, and they had him firmly in their grasp.
"Wait!" he cried, his voice breaking. "Please, let me go! I didn't mean it! Jenny, help me!"
But there was no response. The only sound was the click of the door closing, sealing his fate.
A few moments later, the another big black man arrived. Jamal, the black prisoner Jonny had unwittingly traded places with, stepped into the house with a confident stride. His presence filled the room, his massive frame towering over Jenny.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "I'm Jamal. Your new husband."
Jenny's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him. His muscles rippled under his skin, and his eyes gleamed with a dangerous intelligence. But it was his massive cock outline in his tight pants that truly captivated her, hanging heavily between his legs, thick and long enough to make her knees weak.
"Welcome home, Jamal, my husband" she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "I've been waiting for you."
Jamal grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "Have you now? Well, let's not waste any time."
Without warning, in the foyer he dropped his pants, revealing his massive black cock in all its glory. Jenny's eyes widened, her pussy throbbing with desire.
"On your knees," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "Suck me."
Jenny obeyed without hesitation, dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. She moaned around him, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head as she began to suck him off.
Jamal groaned, his hands gripping her blonde hair as he began to thrust into her mouth. "That's it, baby. Take it all. Show me how much you want it."
Jenny's mind was a whirl of pleasure and **********. She had never felt anything like this before, the sheer power and dominance of the black man above her sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her lithe white body.
As she bobbed her head up and down on his black cock, she couldn't help but think about Jonny, about the life he had given up for this. And as much as it pained her, she knew that this was exactly what she had wanted all along. A big black man, with his overwhelming masculinity and dominance, controlling her body and soul.
Jamal's thrusts grew harder, faster, his groans turning into grunts of pleasure. "Fuck, bitch you're good at this," he growled, his voice vibrating through her skull. "But I want more. I want to feel your tight white married pussy on my bare black cock."
Jenny pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. "Anything you want, Jamal," she whispered, her voice filled with devotion. "I'm yours."
Jamal growled back at her "Damn right you are."
With a satisfied smile, Jamal hoisted her by the waist and led her into the living room, where she sat on the full-size couch. He positioned himself between her legs, his massive black cock pressing against her tight white slick entrance.
"Ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
Jenny nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Jamal. Please Master, take me."
With one swift motion, he plunged into her, filling her completely. Jenny screamed, the sensation overwhelming her senses. She had never felt anything so big, so powerful, and it was everything she had dreamed of and more.
Jamal began to thrust, his hips slamming into hers with ****** *****. "That's it, baby. Take it. Take all of me."
Jenny's body trembled with pleasure, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by the man above her.
And as Jamal continued to pound into her, she knew that this was only the beginning.

CHAPTER TWO
Jamal led Jenny by the hand into the bedroom, his massive frame casting a shadow over her as they stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm hue over the familiar surroundings. The bed, once a symbol of Jonny and Jenny's union, now stood as a testament to Jamal's dominance.
Jenny's heart raced as she looked around, her mind a whirl of anticipation and **********. She had always been in control, but now, with Jamal, she felt a thrill of excitement at being utterly dominated. Her pussy throbbed with need, the memory of his last ****** thrusts still fresh in her mind.
Jamal turned to her, his dark eyes gleaming with desire. "Strip for me, baby," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. "Show me that pretty little white body of yours."
Jenny obeyed without hesitation, her fingers trembling as she began to unbutton her blouse. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy bra, which barely contained her ample breasts. Next, she slid off her skirt, leaving her in nothing but her matching panties. She could feel Jamal's gaze burning into her, his eyes roaming over every inch of her exposed flesh.
"Take it all off," he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to see you completely naked."
With a final tug, Jenny removed her bra and panties, standing before him in all her naked glory. Her skin glistened under the soft light, her nipples hard and erect, her pussy already wet and glistening with desire.
Jamal's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her. "Beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer. He reached out, his large hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them gently. "So perfect."
Jenny gasped, her body arching towards his touch. She had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by another person. Jamal's hands moved down, tracing the curve of her waist, before dipping lower to caress her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together.
"On the bed," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "Now."
Jenny scrambled onto the bed, lying back on the cool sheets. She spread her legs wide, her pussy open and inviting. Jamal followed her, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling on it until she cried out in pleasure.
"Please, Jamal," she begged, her voice trembling. "Fuck me. I need you inside me."
Jamal lifted his head, a predatory smile on his lips. "Patience, bitch," he said, his voice soothing yet commanding. "We have all night."
He shifted position, his massive black cock pressing against her silky white tight entrance. Jenny whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. Jamal lined himself up, his thick black cock poised at her slick opening. He slammed into her in one fast move, totally filling her.
Jenny shrieked, overwhelmed by the experience. She had never felt something so enormous, so powerful, and it was all she had hoped for and more. Jamal's hips smashed into hers with savage power, his thick black cock hammering into her depths with unwavering determination.
"That's it, bitch," he growled, his voice vibrating through her skull. "Take it. Take all of me."
Jenny's body shook with pleasure, her nails burrowing into his back as she held on to him. She had never felt more real, so completely consumed by the black god above her. Jamal's thrusts became stronger and quicker, and his groans transformed into grunts of delight.
"Fuck, bitch, you're tight," he groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction. "So fucking tight."
Jenny's head whirled with excitement and obedience. She had never felt anything like this before, the black stud above her wielding such strength and domination that waves of ecstasy crashed through her sleek white body.
As Jamal continued to pound into her, she knew that this was only the beginning. He would claim her again and again, leaving her breathless and begging for more. And she would accept it, embrace it, revel in the utter ********** to his will.
Hours passed, and Jamal showed no signs of slowing down. He fucked her relentlessly, his massive cock driving deep into her womb, filling her with his virile seed. Jenny's body ached with pleasure, her muscles trembling with exhaustion, but she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. She needed him, needed his dominance, his control.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jamal roared, his body tensing as he came deep inside her. Jenny cried out, her own orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure bliss. She felt his black seed spilling into her, filling her white womb, marking her as his.
Jamal collapsed on top of her, his heavy weight pinning her to the bed. Jenny wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, strong and steady, a reminder of his power and dominance.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Forever."
Jenny nodded, her eyes closed, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "Yes, Jamal," she breathed. "I'm yours."
As the days turned into weeks, Jenny embraced her new role as Jamal's sex doll. She was continually and repeatedly fucked mercilessly, her body pushed to its limits, but she loved every moment of it. She accepted her new life, never thinking about Jonny again. Jamal relished his new freedom and independence, spending the vast fortune that Jonny had left behind, and continuing to fuck his "new" gorgeous, hot white wife.
After only a few months, Jamal decided it was time to impregnate his wonderfully gorgeous wife and have her start her life as a black baby-making factory. He wanted to see her belly swell with his *****, to know that she was carrying his legacy.
Meanwhile, in a stark, empty cell, Jonny sat on a cold metal bench, his wrists still chained. The PIE agents had left him alone to consider his fate. The cell was small and dank, with no windows and only one thin mattress on the floor. The air was stagnant, with the slight odor of mildew and sadness. Jonny's mind raced, obsessed by Jenny's deception and the life he had signed away. He felt incredibly jealous as he imagined Jamal caressing, fucking, and using Jenny while he was going to be imprisoned for years serving Jamal's sentence.
Jonny spent his time in the jail yard, playing checkers and connecting with the other PIE convicts. As the days passed, it appeared that the number of PIE inmates had climbed dramatically. The PIE campaign was beginning to become more popular, at least with upper class white women, and he took comfort in the company of other white males who had been duped, betrayed, tricked, or persuaded against their better judgment to apply.
Eventually, Jonny had no choice but to acknowledge his belief in Black superiority and his desire to put things right for them. This led him embracing the sense of camaraderie that came with serving time for his Black masters. Though he realized there was nothing he could do, Jonny hoped Jamal would love Jenny and take care of her as much as he had.
One evening, as Jonny lay on his thin mattress, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching his cell. He sat up, his heart pounding in his chest, as the door creaked open. A tall, imposing figure stood in the doorway, his dark eyes locking onto Jonny's.
"Get up," the man commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.


THE END
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