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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you responsible for this chicken shit petition you little bitch?" he
angrily screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Since my last name was Anderson, I was next to the last person who
entered the office. By the time that I entered that dark chamber of gloom,
another pretty girl had been selected to remain. A blonde slutty looking
receptionist, passed me in the door. I asked if she was one of the lucky ones
and she softly muttered that she would be informed later in the evening. Her
unsettled eyes told me that there was a deep forbidding in the chamber that I
was just now entering.

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

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

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

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

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

All I could do was softly mutter, "Yes."

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

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

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

"Take it off," came the simple command.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Embarrassed, I meekly answered, "His cock is nearly five inches
long...... when he can get hard." I do not know why I added the last statement.
I didn't have to degrade my husband...... but he hadn't satisfied my needs for
months; if not years.

"When was the last time you had a Black man pleasure you Mrs. Anderson?"
came the next question. Derek Washington seemed to mock me emphasizing the
"Mrs." in his questions. Here I was, a White wife standing with my breasts bare
and my pussy lips twitching before him and his contemptible questions.

"There was only one time; I was only thirteen and a Black man tried to
rape me," I answered.

"Did he enter you?" Derek responded.

Head down, I humbly answered, "No, he didn't put his cock in me. He
jacked himself off on my legs and stomach."

"Good; I want a virgin hole," he stated matter of factly.

As I meekly stood before my inquisitor the intercom beeped and the
receptionist interrupted my interrogation; "Mr. Washington, your son is waiting
to see you."

Desperately I looked around for my missing blouse and instinctively
cupped my breasts.

"Have him come in," Derek simply answered.

He smiled at my sense of shock and embarrassment. A tall muscular Black
man who looked about seventeen, entered the door and casually walked past me
and sat in the only other chair in the room. Amusedly, he looked up at my
startled face; and my small hands trying to hide my breasts from his view.

"Put your hands down Mrs. Anderson. My son can surely see your pretty
tits, since he is here to fuck you," he stated casually as a large sneer
covered his face.

The simple sentence bore into my distraught mind as I let my arms slide
to my side. Having two Black men; a father and son stare intently at my exposed
breasts made my pussy leak more sticky discharge into the already soaked black
lace panties.

"Give my son a kiss Mrs. Anderson. I want you to make him feel the
tongue. Do you understand?" ordered the Black father.

I turned and hesitantly put my hands on the armrests of the chair as I
leaned forward and let my tongue probe the son's thick Black lips. He parted
his lips and allowed my tongue to probe his oral cavity. As I wantonly let my
tongue duel with his tongue I felt his finger tips brush against my hard
nipples. He grasped the sensitive nipples between his finger and thumb and
applied an ever increasing pressure bringing a soft sob from my lips. I let my
tight body undulate above the seated Black boy.

As each of his hands massaged a hard nipple I could feel his feet gently
push against my feet forcing my legs to open. The tight miniskirt was stretched
to the limit as his feet pressed against the insides of my soles and the skirt
rose on my over heated thighs. Our tongues continued dueling as my pussy hole
started to throb.

I could feel the moisture continue to build in the crotch of my black
lace panties. Just as the carnal passion nearly overtook my overheated and
throbbing body, I felt the young Black boy's hands leave my distended nipples
and cup the outside of my reddened breasts. My passion was about to overwhelm
me. Mentally, I begged for the boys long thin fingers to continue their passage
along my lean and tight sides and I closed my eyes as he must have read my
mind. The long fingers slowly; so very slowly; slid down my sweat soaked body
and rested on the hem of the tight mini skirt. I writhed uncontrollably;
desperately trying to tempt the young boy to remove the obstruction, so that
his fingers could play with my throbbing pussy hole.

As I swayed seductively over his seated body, our tongues continued to
probe the other's oral cavity; neither gaining a distinctive advantage. I
nearly fainted as I felt his long hot fingers play with the button on the side.
I adjusted my swaying in order to give him greater access to my skirt
fastenings; giving my married body to his inquisitive fingers. I could not
stand his teasing. As I wantonly tried to seduce this Black boy, with his
father seated behind his desk in back of us, smirking while my body flew out of
control.

His fingers finally at long last slid the button out of the tight hole
and the skirt slid apart. Opening my eyes and looking into his deep sweat
streaked face I begged, "Please........." I am not sure what specifically I was
begging for..... or was I?

His left hand slid down the inside of my left thigh and rubbed in a small
circular pattern where the top of my hose and my warm thigh flesh merge. "Oh,
my GOD. Please... Please!!!!"

The Black boy said nothing but continued to gently rub the inside of my
thighs; each circular pattern rising a fraction of inch. As I continued to
sensuously sway above the Black boy; attempting with all my ability to rub
myself against, what had to be his hard Black cock, I always came just a
millimeter short. I then felt his right hand grasp the tab of the zipper on my
skirt and sensuously slide it down my quivering legs.

At nearly the same instant his index finger found my throbbing clit and
he gently caressed the hardened orb, which nearly brought me to a screaming
climax. As I thrust my pussy against the digit I begged him again, "Please fuck
me.........," I mournfully whimpered.

Just as the words dripped from my lips I heard Derek Washington, Jerome's
Father stand up and sternly ordered; "Get off my son you little whore. He's
only a teenage boy; YOU DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE YOU CHARGED WITH STATUTORY RAPE
DO YOU. NOW GET OFF MY SON."

I frantically looked back over my right shoulder, begging with eyes to
reverse the stern command. All I could see was Derek Washington's stern and
angry face.

"You better obey my father Mrs. Anderson. You don't look like a lady that
would fare very well in prison for statutory raping an innocent teenage boy,"
the son sneered.

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

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

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

"Do you have any questions Mrs. Anderson?" he concluded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KAREN -- CHAPTER 2
THE FIRST SUBMISSION
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BY ARC LIGHT

As I exited the office of Mr. Derek Washington, my new boss; or at least
the man who now controlled my future, my mind, swirled. He had forced me to
remove my blouse; kiss his seventeen year old son; and then upon departing made
me remove my soaked panties and make them a gift for the son with the magic
fingers. Thinking back, I do not really know if the Black boy had sparked my
first orgasm in months or merely heated me to the extreme point of sexual
arousal. The father prevented me from achieving my dream of Black cock being
inserted deep into my belly. But even with all of that said, my journey had
just begun. I had been ordered by Mr. Washington, my new neighbor, in addition
to my new boss, to prepare a cocktail party for him; his wife; his long cocked
son; my husband and the three White couples in our neighborhood who signed my
husband's petition, asking that the Washingtons' return to their previous
neighborhood.

As these thoughts raced threw my overwrought mind, I could only think of
the magnificent Black cock that was nearly mine. The domination of this Black
teenager over my twenty five year old White body was complete. I adjusted to
each of his moves and the arrogant Black bastard mocked me, when I handed him
my soaked panties. As my mind played back the humiliation and subservience, I
felt a tingle charge my body.

When I walked to where my car was parked, the underground garage was
nearly deserted. A cold wind blew through the unheated garage. Sliding into the
drivers seat, I was startled when Jerome Washington; the object of my
attentions knocked on the passenger side window. "Since we are both going to
the same neighborhood, I thought I would ride with you Mrs. Anderson," came the
forthright statement.

I reached over and undid the lock on the door, allowing my jacket front
to fall open and give the Black teenager another glimpse of my small but firm
breasts. Smiling, he easily slid in and made himself comfortable.

As I pulled from the ramp he told me to turn south; the opposite
direction of where our homes were located. I turned to correct him, but decided
to comply upon looking into his arrogant and self assured face. As we sped
along in the wrong direction, he casually pulled my panties out of his coat
pocket and brought the fabric to his face where he inhaled deeply. At the same
time, he let his left hand fall to my right knee and innocently caress the
tender flesh hidden below my black silk hose.

Since I did not know what to say after his casual stroking of my body
only minutes ago, I sat quietly as he continued with ever increasing caressing
of my right knee. As we entered the area of the Black housing projects, his
caressing became more and more forceful until he had my short mini skirt
bunched nearly to my thighs and was stroking my soft woman flesh above the
stocking tops. I was having a very difficult time keeping my mind on the
speeding car, as his warm fingers continually searched for the wet opening at
the top of my legs. My hands were trembling around the steering wheel, as the
sensual stroking continued to reheat my aroused woman-hole.

Jerome sat silently in the dark beside me, showing no emotion as he
continued to play with my overheated and aroused body. On several occasions I
attempted to tell him of the dangerous neighborhood, that we were driving in,
but he merely brought his right index finger to his lips and hushed my
protests.

I closed my emerald eyes when at long last his long Black finger finally
reached my drenched chamber of love. He continued his gentle stoking, letting
his fingers outline each of my swollen pussy lips and then very gently let it
rub over my tender blood engorged clit. Desperately, I opened my eyes and
pleaded, "Please we must stop. I'm afraid we will get in an accident. I can't
endure what you are doing to me...... please...."

Amused, he merely stated, "Continue to drive. I'll fuck you when I'm
ready....."

Shivering with arousal, I continued to try and guide my powerful Z car
down the darkened streets of the south side of Chicago. After what seemed like
an eternity of passionate stroking, Jerome finally allowed his long dark finger
to slip into my wet and willing pussy. It was instantly coated with my sticky
discharge. He removed his finger and licked off my drippings, smiling at me as
he reinserted the long finger into my hole.

Abruptly, he commanded me in a firm voice, "turn left at the vacant
warehouse and pull into that side door."

Obediently, I maneuvered the sleek black sports car into the vacant
building. Once we were in the building, he quickly departed and started to walk
to a long stairway leading to what looked like a office at the top. Looking
around at the depressing site, I quickly slid from my side of the car and
followed him, like his little whore, catching up with him at the top of the
stairs.

He opened the door and walked into a dimly lit room. My eyes tried to
adjust to the darkness; I felt a tremor shoot through my body. I could not see
anyone but I could sense that we were not alone in the dark and forbidding
room.

"On your hands and knees Mrs. Anderson. It's time for you to fell my
Black dick in your pussy," Jerome ordered.

I started to protest the arrogant order, but felt his strong hands on the
back of my shoulder and felt him as he shoved me to the hard wooden floor. The
Black silk hose ripped as my knees were the first to hit the floor. As I looked
back over my shoulder, I could see the Black teenager unbuckle his jeans and
slide them down his hard legs. What I was unprepared for was the size of his
Black man weapon; a full ten inches of solid flesh. My eyes widen as I tried to
comprehend not only the length but the girth of the solid muscle. It was nearly
as thick as my wrist and the dark purple head was leaking a small drop of pre
cum.

Unromantically, he dropped to his knees and grabbing the hem of my short
mini skirt pulled it up to my waist. He then inserted his knees between my legs
and quickly forced them further apart. I tried to continue to look over my
shoulder at the arrogant Black teenager but a quick and painful slap to my
right ass cheek forced my head forward.

"Do you want a little Black cock Mrs. Anderson?" he questioned.

My pussy stretched to the limits with his knees continuing to force my
legs apart, I merely sobbed.

As he lodged the dark purple head against my opening, I could feel my
pussy wetness coat the huge log. I could not believe the fullness that had
inserted itself into my pussy; and the only thing that had entered me was the
head of his huge Black cock. I felt his hands grasp my thighs and in one brutal
stroke, he crammed another five inches of solid muscle into my canal. The
scream emitting from my throat, should have wakened the dead. This Black
teenage boy was deeper into my woman chamber than my husband had ever been.

I should have been prepared for the next Black cock insertion, as I felt
his strong hands again grasp my upper thighs, the moment before the Black pile
driving propelled his huge Black cock deep into my womb. Although he had not
yet buried his entire ten inches into my stretched and filled pussy hole, he
had penetrated entirely virgin territory. Jerome then allowed for my
constricting pussy muscles to push his Black flesh out of the taunt cubicle.
The emptiness lasted only seconds, as he reared back once again and reinserted
his dark manhood into my willing body.

After recovering from the initial fullness, my vagina stretched to nearly
accommodate the thrill producing Black flesh. I attempted to adjust to his
every movement but he was always ahead of my reactions. He seemed to sense
whenever I become accustomed to the large Black tube and shifted his weight and
long Black cock to achieve maximum insertion into my warm and willing body.
Never in my life had I achieved such sexual pleasure as this Black animal had
brought to my aroused sex.

As his hard pounding continued, I had my first orgasm. Jerome did not
slow down and it was only seconds before he brought on my second; and then
third; and then fourth mind blowing orgasm. I was screaming for him to stop;
that I couldn't endure another orgasm. But rather than stopping he merely
pounded his huge Black log deep into my belly.

His endurance was something that I could not comprehend. My only other
experience was with my own husband; and his pathetic four or five grunting
strokes. This Black boy had the endurance of a stallion. After my fourth orgasm
I tightened my pussy walls in hopes that it would force his to bust his nut
into my willing womb. The tightness only forced him to continue his forceful
pounding of my helpless White body.

As my exhausted body dropped to the wooden floor I at long last felt his
release....... The boiling man cum felt like a firehose as it flooded my cunt
hole with its salty discharge. Only as I felt the salty fluid burn my torn cunt
walls did I realize that his huge organ had more than stretched my previously
under utilized chamber of love. His discharge caused my body to again tremble
with release; release that his Black cock produced.

I further slumped on the hard wooden floor and I felt him get up and as
he stood over my prone body stroke the remainder of his nut sack over the back
of my head coating my auburn hair with his discharge.

It was only as this point that I realized that we were not alone in the
dark room. I could hear deep breathing coming from the corner of the room and
heard the footsteps of two men as they advanced towards us.

"This little White housewife craves Black cock. Why don't you brothers
take your turn with her. I'll be waiting in the car when you are done," Jerome
stated as he pulled on his jeans and shuffled out the door.

I tried to rise but this terrible day had taken the last of my energy. I
could not even raise to my elbows as I heard the distinct sounds of zippers
being released. Raising my head, I could see one of the two Black gang members
sit on his ass and scoot towards my face. His legs wrapped around my shoulders
and held my face in his huge hands. "I thinks its about time you sucked on some
Arkansas Black Snake little housewife," he smiled as his semi hard Black cock
slapped my cheek.

Frightened, I opened my mouth and his Black cock quickly inserted itself
in my parched mouth. I could feel it harden as my tongue explored its thick
girth. He pulled my head deeper on the throbbing Black organ.

I should have resisted; I should have attempted to escape. I should have
done a lot of things but the problem was that I craved his thick Black cock. It
was no longer a fear but had rapidly turned into a craving. I craved to be
dominated by these Black men. Before Jerome and his father moved next to our
home I had virtually no contact with Black men; now...... in less than a day I
couldn't think about anything but the feel of the hard Black meat that was
making my tight firm body quiver at every new assault.

As the first Black inserted his cock into my mouth, I could feel the
second one straddle my legs and lay his long cock on my firm ass cheeks. My ass
cheeks clenched shut trapping the long thin cock between their tender flesh. I
tried to scoot forward but could not move because of his weight on my upper
thighs; and his Black partner who had lodged another several inches into my
throat nearly gagging me.

Although I should have been outraged at this brutal rape, all I could
think of was the intense sexual arousal that these Black gang members were
causing. My pussy hole was still discharging Jerome's Black man cum as the
second Black man was forcing his thinner Black cock into the nearly virgin love
chute. Although the Black cock slipping deep into my belly was at least two
inches longer than Jerome's cock it was much thinner. My stretched pussy walls
tried to collapse to grip the pleasure giving organ as it slipped forward
through my messy woman hole.

As both the oral and pussy assault was fully underway, I tried to adjust
my weary and bruised body to conform to the huge Black cocks blasting their way
into my warm White body. I pulled myself up on my elbows and reached forward
with my delicate fingers to grasp the egg size testicles of the shorter Black
man who was now raising his ass off the wooden floor in his attempt to lodge
more and more of his rock solid Black cock into my throat. As I gripped the
huge nut sacks I felt him tighten........ and then his long chute blasted its
thick discharge into my willing and eager mouth. The quantity of his Black
spunk made me nearly choke and I could not keep swallowing enough of his jism
to prevent a large quantity from running out of my slurping lips.

As the gunk dripped from my lips, I heard him order me to "Look up at me
sweet cheeks. There is nothing prettier than a little White girl with her mouth
full of Black cum."

I twisted my head back from my prone position, as I tried to look up at
the smiling Black face with two missing front teeth. When our eyes met I forced
some more of the spunk to slide from my red lips and drop to the dirty wooden
floor. The Black gang member grabbed his still hard cock and stroked the last
vestiges of life giving sperm out so that it dripped in my hair and on my face.

During this time that the small man had been orally fucking my face(skull
fucking is what they called it), the second thinner Black man was thrusting his
huge Black plunger into the deep recesses of my womb. I could feel the tip of
his woman tamer tingle my cervix, as he tried to insert an ever greater length
into the warm chamber. As much as I tried to adjust he drug me over the floor.
Finally I was able to raise my firm ass by pulling my knees forward. This had
an immediate effect on the thrusting Black animal who had his long cock buried
deep in my quivering body.

I felt the hard Black cock tighten and as he violently gave a final hard
lunge, the Black baby juice blasted against my tender womb. I screamed at the
top of my lungs and the thick Black cock lodged between my lips spurted it's
thick gooey baby mixture deep into my throat. I nearly gagged as the abundant
supply of jism careened down my parched throat. The continual discharge in my
mouth and deep into my womb caused my over wrought White body to continually
climax.

Eventually my two Black masters withdrew their still hard cocks from my
body. Each of the two gang members stroked the excess baby juice on my still
writhing body. My eyes closed as the two Blacks mocked the White wife rolling
on the hard floor.

As I heard the door open and close I let my weary body slip off into a
deep slumber. My dreams quickly focused on my recent Black experience. Where
would it end....... or was this just the beginning...........

Karen's Cock Tail Party
Chapter 3

By ARC LIGHT

Karen finally made her way to the waiting Black teenager. She could see
the mocking eyes, as she drove the two of them to their homes; their homes that
stood side by side.

As Karen tried to slide up to her bedroom, as silently as possible, she
heard her husband stir. Karen felt the Black baby juice slide down the inside
of her warm thighs, from her sopping cum filled pussy. As she entered her
bathroom, her nostrils inhaled the dusky smell of SEX. The brutal fucking by
the three Black studs had filled her womb with sticky goo, which continued to
leak out of her stretched and reddened pussy lips. She softly stroked the
tender blood engorged labia and let her mind slip back the hour before, as her
nipples hardened at the scene imbedded deeply in her inner mind. The continuous
long hard Black cock imbedded deep in her being. Karen spread the lips as she
straddled the bathtub and let the man cream drip to the porcelain base below.
When she was finally convinced that the bulk of the creme had been removed, she
rubbed the sensitive lips with a warm washcloth.

Only then did she rejoin her White boy husband in their martial bed. Her
sleep came rapidly and her mind drifted once again to the hard Black cock that
had reached her inner core.

At nearly noon on the next day; SATURDAY, Karen finally awoke. As she
slowly rose, she remembered what Derek, her new Black Boss had planned for her
and her husband this very evening. Her mind ached; and she dreaded the next
hour. During the next hour, she would have to tell her husband of their
cocktail plans for this evening. As she rose the pain shot through her head;
and her body remembered her rough and degrading treatment of only twelve hours
ago.

Her husband, in total oblivion, was quietly having coffee in their dining
room overlooking their immaculate back yard. He motioned for his wife to take a
seat beside him and poured her a cup of rich black coffee. He could sense that
something was amiss and inquisitively looked into her deep emerald eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Karen looked up and softly spoke to
her husband, "Derek, his wife Raven, and his son Jerome are coming to our home
tonight. We are also supposed to invite the Jones', Johnson's and Kelly's.
John, Mr. Washington expects you to wear your tuxedo and act as the butler."
Karen blurted out the entire scenario, knowing her courage to do so would
evaporate if she hesitated.

Looking at her husband, John, she could see the shock in his face. Karen
paused, then continued, "If we don't do as he says, I will lose my job. John,
if I lose my job after you have lost your job, we will lose our home and
everything we have."

John silently contemplated what his beautiful wife had just told him. He
wanted to argue; to curse his new Black neighbors; to show his manhood.
Unfortunately, however, he too realized the dire financial situation he and his
wife were facing. Reluctantly, he rose, and meekly spoke, "I will go make
arrangements for our guests."

Karen spent the afternoon shaking her headache and cleaning their
beautiful home. She thought that if she could keep busy, she would not have to
think about the activities that she was sure the Derek Washington had planned
for this evening.

About two hours before the guests were to arrive, Karen retreated to her
bath and took a long warm bubble bath. Taking her razor she scraped her pussy
mound clean and then removed the stubble from her long beautiful legs. At long
last, she dried her tight body and prepared herself for the ordeal to follow.

She finally worked her way down the long stairway. Karen caught the awe
of the gathered guests. Her long legs were clothed in white silk hose; her bare
breasts were straining the tight white satin blouse. Her short skirt cradled
her tight ass. Her husband stood at the base of the stairs and was clad in his
tuxedo as ordered.

When she reached the living room, she looked around and could feel the
forbidding mood in the room. Each of the three guest couples were nervously
fidgeting awaiting the arrival of the new Black Family in the neighborhood. The
three White wives were conservatively dressed. All three had either skirts or
business suits on and nervously sipped on their drinks.

Their husbands' were very much in despair as they gulped their drinks;
hoping to reduce their anxiety and stress.

Although the Washington's were scheduled to arrive at 8:00 PM, it was
nearly 10:30 PM before the doorbell rang.

Karen's husband, John, slowly walked to the door and ushered his new
neighbors into the living room.

The Washington's entered as royalty. Raven, the stunningly beautiful wife
was totally clad in black leather. Her vest was pulled tight against her more
than ample unfettered breasts. The black leather mini skirt was only several
inches lower that her black lace covered woman hood. Her legs were clad in knee
high leather boots.

As the attention was on Raven, the two gang members who had fucked Karen
only one night ago, made their way from the back door. They were clad in black
leather jackets ordained with prominent gang insignia. Wasting no time, they
cuffed one of the husband's necks and pulled another one to his feet. The quick
brutal movement caught the docile White neighbors off guard.

Derek Washington took charge of the intense situation. "Each of the White
boy husbands will retire to the guest bedroom with the two Black gentlemen. DO
IT, NOW !!!"

As each of the husbands looked to the other for comfort; courage (?); or
merely reassurance; they came up lacking. It only took the stare of the large
and menacing Derek Washington to cause action. When each had reached their
feet. they were roughly shoved forward and into the first floor bedroom. Even
though John tried to re-establish some kind of order, he too was pushed along
like frightened White boy.

Although none of the husbands had seen any weapons, the mere presence of
the Black gang members was enough to instill a dreaded fear in their over
worked imagination. Once they were in the small bedroom the largest of the two
Black gang members gave the husband's their next order, "Strip. Now!!!!,
or......."

The assembled frightened men did not wait for further elaboration of the
order and grudgingly started to disrobe, leaving their clothing in heaps by
their feet.

Back in the living room the three White women guests were in a total
state of fright. They meekly huddled together on the sofa nervously fidgeting,
their eyes wide with terror.

Derek Washington slowly walked over to the sofa. Standing in front of the
three seated wives, he pointed to Mrs. Jane Kelley, a stunning petite redhead.
She was clad in a dark blue business suit. He pointed his long index finger and
took one step back as Jane stood up trembling. The Black giant took the petite
redhead's face in his large hands and slowly caressed her beautiful face.
Lowering his face, he let his tongue slip out and lick Jane's trembling lips.
He continued his probing against the red painted lips and at long last they
parted and he let his thick tongue taste the warm oral cavity. Her mouth was
sweet and his probing was relentless.

While probing her oral cavity, he let his hands drop to the trembling
tight breasts covered by the dark blue jacket. After what seemed an eternity
Jane felt another set of hands grope her tight ass cheeks. Derek's wife, Raven,
had slipped behind the trembling beauty and was openly fondling the muscular
mounds of flesh, covered by her skirt and slip.

Jane felt her nipples harden; and felt her feminine dew start to form in
the deep recess of her red lined pussy lips. She closed her eyes........... She
hoped that her inner need would not be visible to the Black man and his amazon
wife who were openly fondling her many charms.

"Have you ever had a Black Man, Mrs. Kelley?" questioned the Black giant.

Her eyes downcast, Jane meekly moaned, "No...."

Jerome, the seventeen year old son had moved behind the sofa and
whispered into Mrs. Jones ear. "Come with me to the kitchen."

Mrs. Amber Jones, a five foot seven inch blonde with a page boy haircut,
desperately looked to the other women for support. The other women, just as
apprehensive as Amber nervously kept their eyes downcast. Jerome wrapped his
hand around the nape of Amber's neck and pulled her upright. Although she did
not want to rise, she meekly followed the seventeen year old Black boy to the
kitchen. She tried to look back to the other White wives but could not escape
the grip of the Black hand on the nape of her neck.

When the two entered the brightly lit white kitchen, Jerome pushed the
young wife forward. She was facing the cabinets when Jerome spoke, "Do not turn
around. Do as I say and you will only receive pleasure; Not Pain."

Amber, already near hysteria, complied completely with the Black
teenager. Jerome inched behind the trembling woman and Amber felt herself
become even more terrified as Jerome looped the black blindfold over her
forehead. "Please....." was her only utterance.

Jerome tied the blindfold; tight. He then let his hands follow the arms
of his terrified plaything. When he reached Amber's wrists he snapped the
handcuffs. The click was sharp and distinct and he felt Amber jump. He pushed
up against the quivering young White housewife. "Grab me. Feel my strength Mrs.
Jones," Jerome ordered.

The housewife reached back and her hands rapidly found the growing bulge
in Jeremy's black leather jeans. She gasped as her hands relayed the size of
the man organ that she was grasping. She could feel the long organ pulse as it
rapidly filled with blood. Jerome inched forward one more step and planted his
steel hard cock between her still covered ass cheeks. Another gasp escaped her
lips as she could feel the hard organ between her ass globes.

Jerome's hands encircled the beautiful blonde and his fingertips pinched
her tight nipples. She never wore a bra and the hard fingers rolled the nipples
between them as they became blood engorged and hard. As the brutal caressing
continued Amber pushed against Jerome; attempting to have more of his large
organ implant itself in her ass cheeks. Her panties were moist and Amber felt
herself generate more of her lubricating fluid. Her husband was a mere four
inches and it was very seldom that he was skilled enough to bring her to
climax. Her mind raced, hoping that this Black teenager could reach her inner
depths and bring her to orgasm.

She continued to thrust hoping that tonight she would achieve from this
Black teenager, what her husband was totally unable to provide.

"You can't fuck me with your clothes on Mrs. Jones. Do you want me to
remove your clothes?" Jerome innocently asked. His mocking tone cut through the
innocent wife like a knife.

Softy, Mrs. Amber Jones begged her tormentor, "Please take off my
clothes."

Sensing his victory Jerome wanted more. "Beg me to fuck you."

Her mind was totally distraught. It was a mere ten minutes ago that she
had been brought to this antiseptic kitchen. Brought to this room by an
arrogant Black teenager who she was terrified of. And now....... she was ready
to beg for this arrogant Black teenager to stick his long hard cock into her
married chamber of love. Her inner being where only her husband's insignificant
manhood had entered.

The words were softly spoken; the surrender complete. "Please.......
Please fuck me."

Jerome's fingers dropped from Amber's hardened nipples and rested on her
waist. His fingers sought out and found the belt buckle. Amber inhaled as she
felt the buckle being pulled free. Her eyes closed even under the blindfold as
she felt the button being freed in the waist band of her skirt. Her lips opened
and her tongue caressed them as she felt the strong hands tug down the tight
skirt. When she felt the skirt hit her feet, she unconsciously backed against
the hard Black man weapon that so excited her.

Back in the small bedroom her husband, Fred, had just meekly stripped for
the two dominant Black gang members. Before this night he would have seemed to
be a very macho man. One prone to boasting on how masculine he was; he was now
meekly disrobing in front of the two Blacks. He was terrified even though no
weapons were ever presented. The dominant matter that the gang members had
exhibited was enough to totally intimidate the four White husbands. Although he
was still young Fred had a row of flab around his waist. His manhood; or what
he considered his manhood was a mere four inches. Even that diminutive size had
now retreated further given the circumstances.

A dog collar was attached to the flabby neck and a small silver chain
snapped to the ring in the collar. His hands were fastened with silver
handcuffs.

The large Black gave the intimidated husband one simple order, "You are
not to speak."

The Black then pulled the large but flabby husband out the door and
paraded him by the shocked wives in the living room. Mrs. Kelley, of course,
was still being fondled by Derek and his wife, Raven. However Mrs. Johnson and
Karen merely stared at the humbled husband as he was pulled through the living
room by the chain attached to the dog collar on his neck. Fred Jones eyes were
downcast and his wrists clasped together by the silver handcuffs.

He finally looked up when he was dragged into the brightly lit kitchen.
His eyes bulged as he stared at his beautiful blonde wife pushing against a
lanky teenage boy. She wore a blindfold and her wrists, like his were clasped
behind her. He could tell from her moans that she was aroused; aroused and her
pussy dripping with love fluid.

The Black took the chain and fastened it to the base of the leg on the
kitchen table. It only allowed for approximately eighteen inches leeway and
Fred had to strain his neck to watch his wife back against the Black teenager.
He could tell that she was extremely aroused by her undulating thrusting
against the Black teenager. His eyes bulged and he groaned as he attempted to
look at his aroused wife and her frantic attempts to entice the Black teenage
boy into burying his long hard Black cock deep into her precious woman chamber.

Amber, still looking away from the door, begged Jerome to fuck her,
"Please, I need a cock so bad. Please.........." she sensuously whimpered.

Her husband, semi prone on the kitchen floor less than ten feet away
listened to his loving sensuous wife beg for the Black teenager to fuck her. He
felt rage, helplessness, and as he glanced down to his naked torso an
unbelievable hardness in his cock. His cock, although small, was harder than he
could ever remember. It's hardness seemed to stretch the tight skin to the
limit. He looked up, begging with his eyes for his wife to not subjugate
herself to her carnal needs and let the Black teenage boy bury his Black cock
deep in her womb. He and his beautiful blonde wife had never had sexual
intercourse without him wearing a condom to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. They
could not afford the lavish lifestyle they were accustomed to with a newly born
child. Try as he could, he could not silently communicate his desires to his
overheated wife.

Amber continued to rub against the amused Black. Jerome put his hands on
the writhing ass cheeks and asked Mrs. Amber Jones a mocking question, "How am
I going to fuck a little White bitch if she has her panty hose on?"

Amber, totally consumed by lust meekly begged, "Please take my pantyhose
off. I need your hot cock so bad........."

Jerome, pushing his plaything to the limit, mockingly inserted his finger
and thumb into the top of the dark pantyhose and deliberately pulled the
covering document down, inch by painful inch.

"Oh God, please...... don't torture me like this. I need your cock so
bad," begged the submissive housewife.

Jerome inserted his powerful hands on both sides of the seamed panty hose
and ripped the frail garment into two pieces. He tore them down to the crotch
and separated the two torn segments. The decisive action startled the aroused
young housewife and she briefly pulled away. Jerome quickly followed her slow
retreat and inserted his fingers into the delicate white satin panties and
repeated his action of only moments before. The panties were quickly shredded
leaving Amber's swollen pink pussy lips to the intense glare of both her
mentally beaten husband and her new Black lover.

Jerome, unzipped his jeans and allowed his nine inch uncircumcised cock
to spring forward. The massive log hit the top of Amber's quivering ass cheeks
and startled the aroused White wife. "Reach back and rub the head of my cock
into that messy wet hole of yours, little whore," Jerome ordered.

Amber reached back with her handcuffed hands and grabbed the large Black
cock, with the menacing purple head. Rubbing the massive log along her brown
fur lined hole. After several pleasurable strokes, Amber softly moaned,
"Please, you must put on a condom. I am very near my period and you mustn't
fuck me without protection."

Jerome said nothing; his long Black cock was growing longer and harder
with each gentle stroke from Amber's delicate hands. Her tight pussy chamber
was excreting a sticky lake of lubricant and he enjoyed the wet sensation on
the head of his cock. The sticky lubricant made the purple head shine, as he
looked down at the beautiful White wife bent at the waist.

She again begged, "Please..... You must put a condom on. You will make me
pregnant if you don't........ Oh my God, please....." she agonizingly begged.

As she continued her pleading and begging she was also continuing to rub
the large Black cock against her rock hard beacon of pleasure. Every time the
purple head was rubbed against the blood engorged clit of pleasure a little
squeal escaped her distraught lips. Her manipulation of the large cock was
bringing her closer to the point of no return.

Jerome had fucked many White wives in his seventeen years. He understood
that the more a little White bitch begs for something the less chance she is to
receive it.

As Amber continued to writhe in her awkward position Jerome continues his
mental domination, "Does the little White bitch want a little Black baby juice.
My Black cum must be the most potent spunk in the entire city. I've already
made three babies in little White whores. Don't you want a little Black sperm
to soak your womb?"

The tormented young housewife was going out of her mind with the ongoing
sexual pleasure that the Black cock was generating. "NOOOOOOOOOO....... Please
don't fuck me without a rubber. YOU mustn't. I can't become pregnant....."

Jerome slapped the delicate White handcuffed hands and took the Black log
in his fist. He inserted the head of the massive Black cock at the entrance of
the leaking and swollen chamber of love. Although he only permitted the tip of
the head of the cock to insert itself in the warm tunnel, Amber had her first
orgasm. She screamed the first of her releases and the loud shrill sound echoed
throughout the house.

Fred, his eyes bulging, felt the man cum drip from the end of his four
inch manhood. He looked quickly down to see the large puddle on the floor
directly below his still rock hard White boy cock. Feeling a warm serene
sensation overcome his body, he quickly returned his gaze to the sight
unfolding before his very eyes a mere ten feet away.

Jerome allowed Amber to push another inch of the cock into her tight and
inviting pussy. He brutally slapped her ass and softly commanded her, "I want
you to embed my cock into your belly. You disappoint me and I force fuck your
ass until you won't be able to shit for a week. Now do me little whore."

Mrs. Amber Jones needed no command to have her constricting young cunt to
seek out it's pleasure level. She pushed her pussy against the partially
embedded Black log and each pleasurable inch sought to complete her task. As
she become accustomed to each new inch, she rapidly forced another inch to push
it's way forward. Jerome merely stood and allowed the aroused White tramp to
insert his cock deep into her belly. When she was within two or three inches of
having the full length buried in her woman hole, Jerome placed his hands on
Amber's hips and in one savage thrust implanted the full length into her wet
and willing womb.

Amber's scream could have awaken the dead. She collapsed to her knees
with Jerome following her down to the floor; his long Black cock still buried
to the hilt in the White wife's clenching pussy hole. His sperm splashed
against her womb and brought a series of continuous and constant climaxes.
Eventually her tired body slipped to a prone position with Jerome continuing to
follow the writhing young woman with his Black cock still implanted in her now
stretched and leaking hole.

"Please, remove your cock. It's leaking sperm.... You will make me
pregnant. Please take it out...." begged the young housewife.

Jerome ignored her pleas and continued to let her inner womb soak up his
sperm deep in her woman chamber. "I want my Black spunk to soak your pussy
walls. When I'M ready I will remove my cock from your little pussy," he
responded.

Amber's husband, Fred, continued to observe the humiliating scene of
seduction from his awkward and painful submissive position. The puddle of his
sperm had grown larger and at long last it had started to soften. His mouth was
dry and he was distraught at the sequence of the events that had occurred in
the last several hours.

Karen's Cocktail Party
Chapter Four

By
Arc Light

Mrs. Amber Jones continued to struggle with Jerome's long Black cock
lodged in her tight and slippery pussy chamber. At long last her taut legs
started to muscle spasm and she slowly slipped to the anaseptic white kitchen
floor. As she slid to the floor, with her eyes still blindfolded and her wrists
clasped together with the silver plated handcuffs, Jerome's semi rigid Black
cock slipped out. As he stood above the beautiful blonde wife, he stroked his
shrinking cock coating the torn and shredded black pantyhose. The white gunk
contrasted with the sheer leg covering.

Fred, still chained to the table leg, frantically looked over to his
exhausted wife and felt yet another surge in his spent cock. The Black
teenager's copious sperm was running down his wife's thighs and coating the
tattered pantyhose.

Back in the guestroom the remaining three husbands were standing
nervously; completely naked. Each had modestly put their hands over their
shriveled manhood's and were staring at the floor. The two Black gang members
were sharing humorous references to there undersized White cocks.

At the very moment when the three husbands felt the most humiliated, the
door burst open and in walked the ravishing and stunning Raven. The statuesque
Black domitrix strode in and looked in each frightened face in turn. Once she
reached the end of the line, she turned and in a deep voice gave the first of
many commands, "Put your hands behind your head and interlace your fingers."

Each of the husbands looked at the stern face and rather hesitantly
obeyed the command.........

Raven stood in front of John......... her host. Looking into his eyes,
she reached down and grabbed his shriveled cock and nut sack in her leather
encased hand. As she squeezed, a small tear ran down John's cheek.

"What's wrong little man? Haven't you ever had a woman play with your
LITTLE TOY? questioned the leather clad beauty.

John tried to speak.......... but all that came out was a little peep.

"No wonder your wife wanted Black cock so bad. You do know that she
begged to be fucked by my son don't you little boy?" continued the questioning.

With his hands interlaced behind his head and his cock and nuts firmly in
the grasp of the Black domitrix, all John could do was meekly moan, "No...."

"Your little whore tried to get my son to fuck her stinky tight pussy in
my husband's office. But he wouldn't fuck the little bitch there.... He took
her to the warehouse where she not only fucked him but these two brothers that
have been keeping you company," mocked the Black woman.

The two other White husbands were becoming very uneasy at the verbal
castration given to John, their host. Fidgeting they prayed their ordeal would
not be as brutal.

Raven, after what seemed an eternity, walked to the next husband, Seymour
Kelly, an upstart attorney with one of the most prestigious law firms in the
city. His reddish hair was swept back and his cock, even under this mental
torture showed the beginnings of hardness.

When Raven grasped his manhood, she smiled as her eyes met his. "The
pretty little red haired plaything must be yours. When I left the living room
my husband Derek was playing with her. Once she has a few drinks she becomes
very passionate, doesn't she?"

Seymour merely bit his lip. The warm contact was causing his cock to
throb and harden even more.

"The way your wife was kissing my husband she looked like she wanted
cock; Haven't you been taking care of your little wife?" mocked the
intimidating Raven.

"My wife has never cheated on me. She would resist your husband,
ESPECIALLY if he is Black," returned Seymour's scornful retort.

"I like you little red haired man. You are the only White boy in here
with a set of nuts. I may let you lick my pussy......" Raven commented as she
gave his hard cock a forceful squeeze.

Raven turned and stood in front of the last man, George Johnson, husband
of Suzanne Johnson. He was noticeably sobbing and jumped as Raven grasped his
shriveled cock.

"Well, little man. You seem to be the stud of the group," laughed Raven.

"On your knees........ Lick my boots little man," commanded Raven.

The frightened lawyer dropped to his knees immediately. He hesitated
which of course was the worst thing he could have done. Raven's leather clad
had slapped the side of his head causing him great pain in his left ear. He
immediately dropped his face to the shiny Black boot and extended his tongue in
obedience.

"Yes little man. I think you might have gotten the point," mocked the
beautiful leather clad Black wife.

Raven allowed George to continue his tonguing. He eventually summoned the
courage to travel from the tip to the top of the foot; to the ankle; to the
lower calf; to the top of the knee high boot. As he reached the top of the
boot, he felt the left boot tip slip between his legs and scrape the bottom of
his nut sack. His diminutive little cock hardened as a surge of blood filled
the veins. He gently placed his hands on the nylon covered leg and continued
his tonguing journey up the delightful kneecap. Becoming bold at his
subservient performance, his tongue traveled another inch up the firm and
delightful thigh. Raven's shiny left boot continued to roughly caress his ever
hardening White boy cock.

"Hey little boy. Has your wife ever had the privilege of fucking a street
Niger?" questioned the Black beauty.

Stunned by the question Mr. George Johnson, Esquire peeped out an
unconvincing, "No......"

"I bet these two Black boys can take your wife to one of the bedrooms
upstairs and bury their dirty Black cocks into your little White wife's belly
within thirty minutes," continued Raven.

Her mocking question caused the little White cock to drip a drop of pre
cum on Raven's shiny boot. Seeing the immediate response from her little White
boy she continued the taunting. "Do you want to make a friendly little wager
White boy?"

George, hoping to ignore the ridiculing Black bitch continued tonguing
the soft delightful thigh. His hope was that the Black goddess would become as
aroused as his hardening cock. The shiny leather tip had caused his cock to
stretch the tight White penile skin to the limit. It was becoming nearly
painful; but painful in a way he had hoped that it would never end.

"I will bet you that my Black members can have both of their cocks buried
in your wife's tight little pussy within thirty minutes. If I win I get to
watch them butt fuck you; if your little tramp remains faithful you get to lick
my pussy. Whatcha say White boy......... Do you think your little Susie two
shoes wife can resist a man with a real cock.... not a little White boy cock
like yours?" questioned Raven.....

George, tried to sort out his humiliations. He prayed that his wife would
remain faithful....... but what if she didn't? As he kneeled before the most
sexually exciting woman in his entire life, he wanted nothing else in this
world to sink his tongue in her black lace covered dew box.

If he was wrong about Suzanne the consequences were too horrible to
contemplate. Being sodimized by some Black street gang member.............. no
doubt in front of the entire gathered neighborhood.

As his tortured mind tried to analyze the dreaded options, the tormenting
black leather boot lifted his nut sack and forced more of his sticky pre cum on
the boot. This time however it did not retreat but continued the exquisite
contact. The pleasure was driving George mad, as he could think of nothing but
the sensuous touch of leather on his blood engorged testicles.

Taking the bait, he finally looked up at the standing Black goddess and
stuttering accepted the challenge....."My wife cannot be seduced by some
fucking street nigger."

His choice of words drew an intense stare from the two seated Black gang
members. The flash of hatred soon dissipated into a plan for a fitting revenge.
Both the short and tall gang members let their thoughts race to the five foot
four inch 104 lb brunette seated alone in the living room.

During the lifetime that her husband had been absent, the petite and
anxious beauty had been sitting on the sofa; alone since Amber had been dragged
off by the arrogant seventeen year old son to be savagely fucked from behind in
the kitchen. Although Suzanne had not seen the coupling, she had heard her best
friend scream for the Black dick to be buried deep.

Only five feet away her other friend, Jane Kelley had allowed Derek to
openly fondle and grope her many charms. The two adulterers were now seated in
an oversized recliner. Derek had his hand up Jane's skirt and was sensuously
caressing the warm upper thighs........ the naked flesh above the nylon dark
borders. As his hand burnt the tender flesh, he continued to bury his tongue
deep into Jane's wet and warm oral cavity.

Suzanne, normally a teetotaler, had nervously downed five double scotches
in the last hour. Her eyes were becoming glassy and she struggled to retain
conscious in the surreal world evolving around her. Her mind could not fathom
the bizarre developments of this last hour. The total wantonness of her best
friend......... the complete domination by the new Black neighbor........ the
total and complete capitulation of her husband and the other four White
husbands....... the absolute sexual domination of the five Blacks......
and.............. and the strange over powering feelings of arousal within her
tight compact body. Her red lace satin panties were totally soaked. Mrs.
Suzanne Johnson tightly clenched her long beautiful legs together for fear,
that the wet stain would become visible to the vile animals that were in total
and complete domination of the assembled White couples.

Something caught Suzanne's attention and through glazed and unfocussed
eyes, she looked towards the doorway where her husband was being held captive.
Her eyes immediately focused on the large and forbidding (for her husband)
erection that jutted from his stomach. Suzanne could never recall such
firmness; such hardness from her usually limp husband. Blinking, she tried to
focus her stinging eyes and saw her husband being pulled back into the room by
the statuesque leather clad Black wife. As he faded from the doorway, the
smaller of the two Black gang members appeared and walked towards the sofa
where she was seated. Suzanne immediately dropped her eyes to the floor in
front of where she was seated.

It seemed an eternity before the black combat boots appeared in her line
of sight on the floor in front of her. She slowly looked up into the Black face
that had a horrible knife scar running from his ear to his chin. He had a large
gold nose ring and his smiling front teeth were all gold. She
trembled.............. the huge muscles only partially covered by the black
leather jacket frightened the previously sheltered housewife.

"May I have this dance," resonated from deep within the black leather
jacket.

Looking up, for the first time this evening, Susan heard the low jazz
background music enveloping the room. She tried to focus on the hideously
scarred face and broke eye contact when she softly murmured, "I don't think my
husband would approve."

Harsh laughter erupted from her tormentor. "Your husband don't have no
say......" With that brief observation he held out his huge hand for me to
grasp.

"Please, I want to go home.." I begged.

"Don't make me ask again," growled the impatient muscular Black. He
pulled off the black leather jacket and threw it on the floor.

Through hazy eyes I looked up... not believing the vision. The Black's
massive pectorals looked like concrete blocks; his muscular arms were larger
than my legs. His stomach was a series of steel bands. The baseball bat in his
tight blue jeans reached nearly halfway to his knee.

When he extended his hand again, I heard only a low growl. I extended my
hand and it was engulfed in his huge Black paw. I felt myself slowly pulled up.
As I turned my head I saw George standing naked in the doorway with a look of
disbelief on his face. His cock was still rock hard and throbbing; the Black
goddess was whispering into his ear.

The Black embraced me and the effect of the strong liquor made me very
unsteady. I felt myself being pulled into the rock solid body of the gang
member. His rock solid prod pushed against my sopping pussy and belly. I draped
my arms over his shoulders for balance.......... or at least that's how I tried
to trick my mind.

I couldn't say we were dancing as much as we were grinding against each
other. The Black had has muscular fingers on my tight ass cheeks and was
constantly pulling me against the hardening Black cock. Trying to regain my
senses, I tried to pull away only to find myself pulled closer to the hard
Black body and the hard Black..........

My pussy juices were literally running down my hose..... as my mind short
circuited with the intense pleasurable feelings. It was now I who was rubbing
against the hard mass between the Black's legs. I tried to raise up on my tip
toes to rub the top of my pussy.... my burning clit against the hard Black
cock.

"I'm going to let your husband watch when I fuck you," snarled the Black
into my ear.

"Nooooooo....." I managed to sob..

As I continued to rub against the Black ever more frantically, he reached
into his pocket and pulled a capsule out. He slowly brought the capsule to my
face.... as a Cobra entices it's victims with it's dance. Unable to comprehend
his motion, I lazily looked into his sneering face as he broke open the Crystal
meth capsule and planted his muscular hand over my nostrils. I immediately
tried to struggle but he held me firmly against his solid body as the escaping
gas catapulted throughout my distraught body.

Desperately, I tried to break free but each second elapsed and shortly I
felt the drug coat my mind. It felt as if my entire body was having an orgasm.
I looked at the grotesque Black face and forced my tongue into his foul
smelling mouth. My arms returned to his muscular shoulders and I again felt his
hands return to their place on my ass. I felt the hem of my skirt being pulled
up and the cool air coating my asscheeks as he lowered my red sating panties. I
had remembered to put my panties on last so they would not interfere with the
garter and hose that I had worn to tease my husband with.

George Johnson, Attorney for Con Ed, looked on helplessly as the Black
slowly but deliberately stripped his petite wife in front of his eyes. He had
observed her obvious surrender when she buried her tongue into his mouth and
pulled him closer. George felt the leather glove grasp his cock and gently
massage the head between the fingers and thumb.

Raven whispered into his ear, "Your wife looks like a little slut to me.
What did it take her; ........three minutes to beg to be fucked by a street
nigger?"

George desperately wanted to refute the ridiculing statement but he
couldn't refute the fact that his wife was slowly being stripped before his
very eyes. The black evening dress had now found it's way to the pile of her
discarded clothes near her feet. Her only clothing now was the black seamed
stockings suspended by the thin black garter belt and her five inch spiked
heels.

"Go wait for me in the bedroom...." came the order.

As Suzanne passed her husband on the way to the stairs leading to the
master bedroom, he could see the dazed and unbelieving look in her glassy eyes.
Although she looked directly at him it was as if he didn't exist. His hard cock
was being milked by Raven's long fingers as he defeatedly looked after his
sensuous wife. The gentle stroking on the sensitive glans was causing the
cuckold husband a great deal of anxiety and he brought his knees together to
avoid the inevitable.

As the Black passed before him he sneered, "I hope she can take a real
cock. After tonight you will be but a memory for my White bitch..."

"Nooooooooo..... " came the mournful sob. His tormented cock sprayed the
carpet with it's discharge as the tender manipulations of his Black mistress
finally achieved her insulting climax.

"Follow me White boy. We can watch your sweet wife finally get what she
deserves," Raven commented as she led George down the hall by his now rapidly
deflating manhood.

The two arrived at the door shortly after the Black gang member had
entered. George and Raven stood just outside the master bedroom doorway.

"Spread those lips..... I want to see if you are wide enough for a man's
cock little whore.."

Suzanne, her pupils like saucers, delicately pried the wet and sticky
pussy lips apart. She observed her own manipulations of her sex and allowed
herself the pleasure of dragging her fingers along the hooded clit protecting
her dripping, gaping hole. Her actions brings a soft moan and she anxiously
looks to her new lover for her next command.

"Does my little pussy whore want a Black cock to fill her hole?" comes
the ridiculing mimic.

Seductively the petite brunette wife looks at the mocking Black with her
smiling eyes. "Cum fill my pussy with that Black log of yours." Suzanne then
spreads her legs and gripping her swollen lips pulls them even further apart.

The sexual invitation is too much for the now naked and rock hard Black.
He saunters the few steps to the bed with the wife's eyes transfixed on his
Black manhood. Reaching the bed he knee walks between the inviting thighs of
the petite brunette housewife. Gripping the hard Black cock he mashes the head
against the sensitive clit bringing a squeal of pleasure from Suzanne.

"Does my lady want her cock?" ridicules the Black.

Panting the housewife desperately begs, "Please, don't tease me. I need
you so baddddd......"

The conquest is complete... Suzanne must have her Black fix.. Her mind
has been over ridden by the crystal meth and the Black cock teasing her
throbbing sex. She scoots down on the bed hoping to lodge the large male organ
deep within her belly. The strategy fails as the Black moves back to avoid the
insertion... HE is the one in charge and it is more fun to torment the
dishonored wife than fuck her.

George is standing by the door when he feels the leathered finger caress
his asscheeks and probe his anal chute. The forcefulness of the assault drops
him to his knees. The leather coated finger follows his flight and he feels the
finger again probe; but this time it is firmly lodged into his chute. The
unlubricated finger is ripping the tender muscle as it is forced deeper into
his ass. George looks up as the muscular Black continues his mocking domination
of his sex crazed spouse.

"I'll give you a little Black cock, if I can mark you as my little fuck
bitch Mrs. Johnson," comes the ridiculing offer.

Suzanne's mind has passed the layer of reason and finally snaps
completely,"Mark me........I'm your little White fuck bitch..... Oh God
Please....... I can't stand it any more.... Please Oh God..... GIVE ME YOUR
NIGGER COCK YOU BASTARD..........."

As the Black cock is driven home a hideous smile covers Suzanne's
tormentor's face. A leather covered finger is also driven home in a dry anal
chute. The muscles and flesh are ripped apart by Raven's disregard of George's
twin defeats.

George listens and watches as his beautiful wife spreads herself for the
deep and severe pounding of the large powerful cock deeply imbedded in her
tender and stretched married love chamber. Her total surrender has broken him
and the brutal anal rape has ripped his ass apart.

"Here comes a little Black baby juice honey lips...." the Black screams.

Suzanne stretching her long legs grips the back of his thighs with her
ankles and pulls the pumping Black bastard deeper into her aching and ravished
hole. The Black raises on his knees and in one furious lunge buries the long
cock to his balls in Suzanne's stretched pussy. The blast scalds the wife's
inner chamber and she feels the copious sperm lash against her sensitive and
burning loins. Her receptacle of lust cannot handle the scalding discharge and
the sticky goo drips out of her stretched and swollen lips.

The Black has planted his lips on the wife's flawless neck and has sucked
a silver dollar hickey on her neck. The sucking was pleasurable to the
distraught wife and the Black laughs at the hideous scar. He pulls out and sits
on the edge of the bed for a brief moment.

Looking down at the violated husband, he smiles before rising. The
cuckold husband is kneeling in front of a puddle of White boy spunk. It is not
a large puddle and his shriveled little cock has retreated leaving only the
head visible.

George's trance is broken when the Black kicks him in the face. "Clean
me... Your wife's drippings make me itch White boy."

Raven kneels down beside her plaything and inserts the finger deeper,
"You probably won't fit in your wife anymore. She has had a real man and I
don't think you will measure up ever again.."

The Black slaps George's face with his still rock hard cock. The sperm
rope attaches to his face and he defeatedly looks into the conqueror's
unforgiving face. The Black cock slips effortlessly into his dry mouth, where
he obediently cleans the weapon. He can taste his wife who is still writhing on
the bed only five feet away. As he gobbles the spunk from the Black cock he
wonders if Suzanne is lost forever................

Karen's Cocktail Party
Raven Gets the Big O
Chapter Five

by
Arc Light

At long last George completes his task. The Black is satisfied by his
oral cleaning from the White boy attorney. George is pushed back on his
haunches and awkwardly watches the Black depart...

Raven, kneels down and whispers into his ear, "Your little tramp is still
writhing on the bed like the little whore she is White boy. The little bitch
needs to be spanked by a birch seedling. Or aren't you man enough to take care
of your little tramp?"

George, humiliated, with the Black's cum rope dripping down his chin,
awkwardly sits up. He rises and approaches the bed, where his wife is still
writhing in the throes of her orgasm nearly ten minutes past. She opens her
glazed eyes as George crawls on the bed. She smiles at her husband, her make up
smeared and streaked. She looks like a freshly fucked whore to her angry
husband.

George extends his hand as if to slap her senseless, when his beautiful
wife spreads her nylon covered legs. He looks down and sees the abundant pearly
white spunk coat her reddened thighs. He drops his hand and stares at the
escaping cream coating his wife's warm tender thighs.

Suzanne smiles up at her husband and slurring her words speaks to her
husband, "George I really had an orgasm this time. Where did my lover go?"

Her irate and insanely jealous husband grabbed the beautiful brunette by
the shoulders and in one brutal movement turned her on her stomach. Seeing a
tie on the bed post he wrapped the tie around her delicate neck. As he twisted
the two ends together Suzanne pulled herself up by her knees. The movement
pressed her tight asscheeks directly against George's thrice spent shriveled
cock. The contact however sent a power surge throughout the tender head and
George immediately felt his male organ harden and become coated with the sticky
discharge flowing from his wife's stretched and gaping pussy chamber.

As he tightens his wife's noose, he feels his spent and deflated cock
spring to life and as Suzanne struggles the now semi-rigid male organ lodges
itself in her sticky and sperm soaked hole. Suzanne, feeling another electrical
spark generate from her overused crack gives one mighty heave and embedded her
husband's rapidly hardening cock deep within her belly.

The forceful thrust embedded George Johnson completely and burning
himself while at the same time twisting the tightening cord around his wife's
neck. Suzanne struggled trying to loosen the tie and force oxygen into her
starved lungs. Her drug overdosed mind quickly reasoned that her only salvation
against her insanely jealous husband was to give him pleasure............. and
pleasure was the asset that she could dispense.

She tightened her pussy and gave any inhumane thrust to capture her
husband's now rigid cock. As she felt the sperm shoot co mingle with her Black
lovers sperm the lack of oxygen blasted another electrical jolt to her frayed
mind. As she climaxed, she squeezed the pumping cock of her husband with the
force of a vice. The husband and wife collapsed on the cum and sweat drenched
bed and Suzanne felt the tie loosen so ever slightly and gasped for the oxygen
so desperately needed by her brain.

Observing the bizarre spectacle from the end of the bed Raven, the
leather clad Black wife, felt her own hole coat itself with her womanly dew.
This night had drained many nut sacks and the entire room smelled of sex. As
she gently rubbed the outside of her black leather skirt her mind drifted back
to the red haired obstinate White boy attorney in the guest room downstairs.
"There was something about him that she couldn't put together in her mind." Not
only had he been the one to actually behave like a man he was also the one who
actually had a respectable cock. Although it was only seven inches long it had
responded to her brutal stroking. And there was something............ something
else that she couldn't explain.......... something that she couldn't put
together in her overheated mind. "What was it???? What was it that was so
different??"

Raven had humiliated so many White boys; but what was it with Seymour
Kelley.

With her panties soaked with her excitement Raven turned and slowly
walked out the bedroom door, leaving the Johnson's in their post climatic heavy
breathing. Although her husband Derek, possessed a more than impressive ten
inch ebony rock hard cock, there were times; in fact most of the time, that he
failed to light her fuse. Raven's hooded pleasure was sort of off center and
many times the bludgeoning Black rod failed to ignite the fuse and left her
still craving satisfaction.

When she reentered the guest room off the living room both Seymour and
her host John were still standing with their hands interlaced behind their
heads with the menacing tall Black gang member taunting them. Instantly, Raven
looked down at Seymour's White boy cock and stared at it's still rock hard
stature. She couldn't believe it. It had been nearly forty five minutes and his
cock was still hard. As she stared at the impressive seven inch structure, she
noticed what was different. The cock had a right twist and there was something
else. The cock was circumcised of course, but there was something.........
Finally Raven remembered when she was brutally fondling the White boy cock. The
head...... the swollen purple head. The back of the White boy's cock head had a
noticeable lip. The lip was nearly a half inch protrusion above the rest of the
folded skin. Her mind tried to grasp what she was observing.

Uneasy with her discovery, she looked at the puzzled look on the Black
gang member. "Take our host to the living room. His wife is the only unfucked
wife. See if you can help her out. I'm sure she is need of something other then
Mr. Shrivel here.

Slapping John along side his head, the Black exits the room. As he does,
Raven turns towards Seymour again. He has a smirk on his face which unsettles
Raven.

"Why are you smiling White boy? You smile at me and I'll give you an
enema with a fire hose," Raven mocks.

The threat does not diminish the smile. In fact the smile becomes wider
and Seymour drops his hands. Grabbing his rigid White boy cock he then mocks
Raven, "Come suck me you Black bitch!!!"

A shot of anger consumes Raven and she closes the several feet separating
them. But rather than slapping his face she becomes mesmerized by his dancing
eyes.

"Yes you Black bitch..... You know don't you...... You know that I can
satisfy that terrible ache between your Black thighs. I told you to suck me....
NOW DO IT.." Seymour softly lets the orders flow from his lips. He realizes
that if his gamble doesn't work, he could very well be in intensive care... or
the morgue within the next hour.

Raven, totally unprepared to receive an order for sexual subservience, is
dumbfounded. It is Raven who gives orders of degradation; not obey such an
order. She wants to slap the smirking face; to call in her husband to beat the
White boy senseless.... she wants to remain in control.

Her mind cannot comprehend, when she drops to her knees in front of the
mocking red haired attorney. Gently, she cradles the large egg sized nuts and
the still rigid uplifted cock.

"Put your mouth on me Raven. You better coat the head if you don't want
it to hurt when I enter you," the ridiculing continued.

Raven crept closer and opening her thick lips licked the head of the
White cock. She let her tongue probe the lip on it's head and pushed the skin
away. She felt Seymour tense as the pleasure reached his brain. Obsessed with
her task, she cradled the nuts gently and continued to suck the head of the
White cock tenderly. She was skilled at this task; her husband Derek had
trained her. The White boy cock was not as thick and she was able to suck
nearly the entire length into her throat.

Raven felt complimented when Seymour again spoke, "You suck good for a
Black bitch. I'm going to enjoy our afternoons together. There is nothing like
a Black wench on her knees giving her master a passionate sucking."

"You have made me hard. Give me your panties and walk over to the sofa. I
want to watch your ass wiggle..." defied Seymour.

Raven obediently rose and pulling up her black leather skirt pulled her
black lace panties down. Wanting to tease the White boy she pulled her panties
off very slowly.... very slowly. Seymour was intrigued by the wiry Black pussy
hair. The curly hair had a springy feel as he caressed the coarse hair, when
the panties had reached the top of Raven's hose. Seymour let his finger search
for Raven's clit and looked in her eyes when he found it. the clit was lower
than normal and was just a micrometer off center. Yes, thought Seymour, this
bitch will appreciate his White cock.

With her panties at the top of her thighs, Raven brings her hands to
Seymour's face and leans forward to bury her tongue in his mouth. Seymour backs
up slightly making Raven come to him. He allows her tongue in his mouth and
duels with the extended tip of her tongue. It has a salty taste from sucking on
his cock and he is intrigued with her swaying body. She tries to rub against
him and he backs away.

"Go to the couch and spread yourself for me," he orders.

Raven reaches down to complete the removal of her black lace panties but
Seymour slaps her hands. "You had a chance to remove your panties and didn't
take advantage of that opportunity. Go to the couch; I will be along to fuck
you," ridicules the White boy attorney.

Another flash of anger. Raven is not a whore and she resents being
treated like one. Raven is a woman with her secretions dripping down her nylon
covered legs and she turns and shuffles to the sofa; the panties restricting
her movements. Once she is in front of the sofa, she lets herself fall and as
she falls she tries to spread her legs. The black panties restrict the
spreading of her long legs and she becomes frustrated.

Seymour casually looks at the Black beauty. Still clad in her black
leather outfit; the micro mini black leather skirt; the black vest barely
covering her large but firm breasts; her legs covered in black hose and knee
high black leather boots. Seymour can tell that she is trying to part her legs
to obey his order but cannot do so because of the restricting black lace
panties. He walks over to where she is spread for him. She attempts to spread
her legs more but the back of the sofa and the restricting panties won't allow
her seducer greater access.

Raven raises her legs and Seymour kneels in front of the delicious
opening. Raven, looks down at the menacing White boy cock with the slight right
bend and suddenly realizes it is not sheathed. "Oh my god. Please stop... I am
not on the pill. You must cover yourself. I can't have a White man deposit his
sperm in me."

Ignoring her pleas he grabs each of her boot covered calves in his hands
and in one brutal thrust buries the head into her chamber. The head rubs
Raven's sensitive clit and she screams. Another inch is forced in and Raven
shifts, hoping to adjust. Seymour pulls his cock out and the lip of his head
scrapes the sensitive pleasure bud from the reverse side and causes another
scream and Raven's first orgasm. She grabs at Seymour chest and begs, "Please
slower....... Oh My God!!!"

Seymour sets the pace, not the bitch he is fucking and reinserts his
White boy cock into the pink opening. The head again rubs the clit and Raven
digs her hands into his shoulders. She is still wearing her leather gloves and
cannot get a good grasp. Desperately, she again tries to adjust to the cock
causing her stress.... Again she fails.. The cock is pulled back out and the
lip lodges itself against her hooded clit until at long last it breaks free
causing another massive orgasm for the heavy breathing Black housewife. Never
has she felt these electrical jolts to her slit. She begs.............."Oh my
God, Have Mercy..................."

The White cock again plunges deep into the writhing Black goddess. Raven
is spasmastically thrashing around as Seymour again pulls out all but the head
of his cock. The electrical volts roll back the black leather coated wench.
Seymour rips the black leather vest open and grabbing the hard nipples in his
fingers twists cruelly. Another surge is transported throughout Raven's charged
body.

Seymour, always one step ahead, commences his normal rhythm. His tense
asscheeks bury his cock deep into the pink opening. The ravished Black pussy
grips his cock like a glove. He feels pleasure as the coarse black hairs catch
his fine red prick hairs. The primeval screams are now non stop. They
reverberate throughout the house and everyone looks towards the open door. Only
Derek recognizes his wife's screams.... And he cannot believe it. How can a
White boy be bringing HIS wife to pleasure.

Tears are freely flowing from Raven's wide open eyes as she tremors from
constant orgasms. Seymour does not allow her to recover from her last climax
until he is igniting her next one. The White cock is attacking the swollen clit
with each stroke. Raven buries her ass deep into the sofa cushions attempting
to retreat from the pile driving thrusts. Seymour anxiously follows her
retreating Black ass and buries his cock even deeper. Raven, her breasts
heaving from her heavy breathing again begs the White boy. "Please oh dear God
Stop.....I can't stand it anymore. My clit is being rubbed raw by your cock."

Her legs are slowly being forced ever higher as Seymour wants to bury
more of his White boy seven inches into the tight Black glove. The heels of the
knee high black leather boots are touching the gaudy ear rings on Raven's ears.
Raven can see only black as she starts to pass out. The pain; the pleasure is
too great. Her constant climaxing body is not allowed to recover; not for a
second as the next orgasm blasts forth.

Raven's scream is nearly inaudible because it is so high pitched. The
cruel White fingers continue to grip and pull at her sensitive nipples. They
are blood engorged and nearly bleeding as Seymour continues to pound at the
helpless Black bitch.

"Are you ready.... Are you ready for some White boy spunk you Black
bitch???" smirks Seymour.

Raven can't answer.............

The scalding pent up discharge blasts Raven's outer lips. The salt
encapsulated spunk coats the raw and tender clit. Seymour has pulled his cock
out nearly all the way so he can soak the clit. The discharge covers the super
sensitive woman pleasure giver and causes Raven to suffer another orgasm. Her
head throbs at the pleasure. She struggles to pull the White cock from her
chamber but Seymour's superior position allows him the control. Control of the
writhing and dominated Black plaything.

"Beg me to release your pussy bitch!!" mocks Seymour.

Raven, her throat parched, struggled with the words, and the energy to
speak them. "Please, NO MORE. I can't take your cock anymore. You rubbed me
raw........... Please OH GOD take your cock out."

The begging of the Black wench was music to Seymour's ears. The bitch was
now his..... his and his beautiful wife's. The Kelley's enjoyed, shall we say
an interesting sex life.

Seymour pulled out and stroked his cock free on the last jism on the hose
of his latest conquest. Only then did he realize the audience standing in the
door way. It appeared that the entire guest list had gathered when they heard
the pitiful screaming of Raven. Derek stood with his hand covering Seymour's
wife's breast. Her clothing were in disarray but it appeared that she had not
yet been mounted by the huge Black who had demanded this gathering. Seymour had
a slight smile as he imagined what was going through the Black husband's
enraged mind. Here was his dominant Black wife fucked to oblivion by a small
White boy cock.

"Timing is everything" ran through Seymour's contented mind. After
emptying the last vestiges of his spunk on the waiting thighs of his Derek's
wife he rose and gathered up his clothes. Walking to the door he grabs his
smiling wife by the arm and drags her along with him. Derek stood, mouth open
trying to adjust to the very reversed situation. Heretofore it was the White
wives who had succumbed to his Black colleagues and their long and powerful
cocks. How could it be that his own wife was sensuously moaning her last
trembling orgasm, coated in White boy jism.

Derek heard the door open and quickly turned to see the backs of the
Kelley's making their rapid departure. To those standing near the large Black
supervisor the heat generated from his forbidding rage became apparent. The
revenge would be sharp......... and quick.