Title:A Step Too Far Author:a_random_user Teaser:He didn't mean to share his Asian wife Category:Loving Wives URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/a-step-too-far-2 Published:2012-11-27 "Honey, why don't you wear your pink bikini?" Mark watching Julie pick out her clothes for their trip to the beach. "Oh, it's far too revealing. I'd be very embarrassed in front of Dan!" The two of them were a week into their honeymoon. Dan was a friend of Mark's from high school who happened to be flying through the tropical islands on business, and the three of them had arranged to spend the afternoon before he flew back to the mainland in the evening. "I want to show you off, babe. Let him get an eyeful. After seeing you in that small bikini, I know Dan will be green with envy." "Oh, all right." Julie was flattered her husband was proud of her body but she blushed at the thought of wearing something a little slutty in front of a person she had only met once or twice before. Mark smiled. He was very much in love with his beautiful new bride. He knew that Julie was naturally very submissive—she always did whatever he asked after a little bit of insistence. She had a very traditional upbringing, growing up in rural South Korea, and perhaps because of the mores of her family, Julie always took the attitude that it was her responsibility to make sure Mark was happy… Mark did want to be envied by Dan. While the two had been good friends, they were also competitors, always trying out for the same positions in sports teams and often courting the same girls. Dan usually had the upper hand in the past, but now Mark had landed a girl Dan would be very jealous of. If only there was some way to arrange for Dan to see Julie topless, he wondered. Julie's breasts were perfect, large and pert, and Dan would die of jealousy after seeing them. Mark found himself having a sudden hard on. — The bikini was indeed skimpy. Walking to the beach, Dan found that he had to use all his willpower to avoid staring at Julie's cleavage. He wondered if Mark and Julie noticed his repeated sidelong glances. Julie looked stunning. For an Asian girl she had improbably large breasts, Dan reflected. He knew from conversations with Mark that she was a bit of gym junkie, and her toned legs and shapely ass reflected that. The beach itself seemed deserted. They spread out some towels and chatted aimlessly, mostly Mark and Dan talking about common acquaintances. Julie felt herself zoning off. She pulled out some sunscreen and starting rubbing it on her. "Let me help you with that, honey," Mark said and squatted behind her. to Dan's great surprise, as she held her hand outstretched handing him the bottle, Mark untied her bikini in one swift motion. "There's no one around here, and you don't mind Dan, do you dear?" he asked as he pulled it off. Julie looked stunned. Her hands immediately went to cover her breasts and she looked at Mark with alarm. He looked back. They stared at each other for a few moments before Julie said "Guess not" in a resigned tone of voice. She gave Dan an embarrassed smile. Mark gently pushed her hands off her breasts, took the sunscreen bottle, and began to rub the lotion all over her chest. Dan could hardly believe his luck. He recalled seeing Julie and Mark together at their wedding only a few weeks before. Julie was looking graceful and in her elegant white gown. The happy couple seemed genuinely elated to be with each other. He went home and wanked off that night thinking of having his way with the lovely Asian bride. Now she was on display, topless before him. "You're a very lucky man, Mark. You've got yourself a very sexy wife." Mark smiled as Julie blushed. "You're damn right, I do," he said, ceasing to rub his wife's body and sitting down nearby. He took his wife's top with him so that Julie had no choice but to keep sitting bare breasted… "I hope you don't mind me saying so Julie," Dan turned now to the wife, "but you've got an amazing body." "Thank you Dan," Julie replied, lowering her eyes shyly. "Do you mind if I touch them?" Julie looked up at him in shock. She was speechless for a few moments and was just about to reply indignantly when she heard her husband say "Go for it, buddy." Dan didn't ask again. He swiftly moved to sit close to Julie, who was looking at her husband with a shocked look on her face, and took her left nipple into his mouth. All of a sudden, Mark began feeling uncomfortable with the way things were going. He had engineered all this, but he thought Dan would grope Julie a little bit and they'd call it a day. He wanted his wife to tease his friend, nothing more. But Dan's mouth on Julie's nipples was taking it a step too far. Should he put a stop to it? He hesitated. He had a raging erection. Meanwhile, Julie groaned visibly as Dan moved his mouth to her other nipple. She was very humiliated to be stripped topless by her husband and shown to off to a man she barely knew. Now Dan was diligently nibbling at her breasts, and even though she didn't want this to happen—she wasn't quite sure what the hell was happening even—Dan's work was having an effect. She loved having her nipples licked and played with, and Dan's tongue was swirling over one as his hand was playfully twisting the other. God, she was so wet. Mark's erection was becoming painful now. Did he want this to happen? Should he tell Dan to stop? He couldn't seem to think straight. I guess its okay if Dan plays with her tits, he decided, but no more. He pulled out his cock and started masturbating. Julie's moans seemed to have an edge of frustration to them, Dan thought. She was clearly very turned on, but she needed more. He needed to make his next move. He stopped licking her nipples and looked her in the eyes. She looked back at him with barely contained lust. He leaned forward and put his lips against hers, his tongue swirling in her mouth. His hand found her bikini bottoms and pulled them to the side and he slid a couple of fingers into her. She was very wet indeed. Julie felt a strange mixture of passion and guilt. Dan's fingers gave her so much pleasure and she felt powerless to stop him. Why didn't her husband say something? He must have wanted this happen, she decided. He won't mind, then, if I kiss Dan just the way I want to, she told herself. Watching his wife make out with another man was still more uncomfortable for Mark, but he was too close to an orgasm to do anything about it. He needed to come first. He would stop them in a second. Meanwhile, he just stroked his cock faster as he watched his wife squirm. This is the critical moment, Dan decided. If he asked Mark for permission to take things further, he might not get it. So he wasn't going to ask. He drew away from Julie, gently turned her to her side and, with his hand quickly pulling down her pink bikini bottom to her knees, slid his cock into her. Julie gasped as Dan's dick penetrated her. She was looking Mark in the eyes as it happened, and Mark saw the mix of pain and pleasure on her face. Mark himself couldn't believe this was happening. His wife was being fucked right in front of him. He found that he had never been more turned on in his life. He had to stop the whole thing, he knew that, but he said nothing; he needed some relief; instead he went over to his lovely Asian wife, squatted in front of her face, and gently guided her mouth to his cock. Both men fucked her together now, Dan thrusting from behind and Mark face-fucking her. Julie felt like a whore. She had never thought of herself as the girl to do this sort of thing, but here she was. But wasn't she pleasing her husband? Doing what he wanted her to do? That couldn't be bad, could it? Neither Mark nor Dan could last long. After a few minutes, Dan started pumping into her really fast and she felt a stream of his come splashing into her. Moments later, her husband groaned, pulled out his cock, and shot his load all over her face and breasts. Dan looked around. Fortunately, the beach was still deserted. "I hope you guys use birth control," Dan said as he pulled his trunks on. Mark and Julie looked at each other. "Actually," Julie said, wiping her husbands semen off her body—some of it had leaked down to her breasts—"I didn't bring my pills with me, so I haven't been taking them. We'll have to take a chance on this one." This wasn't true, but she wanted to punish her husband for his role in making this happen. Dan nodded. "Well buddy," he turned to Mark, "Thanks a bunch for letting me fuck your wife." Mark still couldn't believe this happened. "You're welcome?" was all he could think to reply. ----------------------------- Series:College Girlfriend Cheats Author:a_random_user Subtitle:College Girlfriend Cheats Ch. 1 Teaser:A man starts coming to terms with his girlfriend's cheating Category:Loving Wives URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/college-girlfriend-cheats-ch-01 Published:2010-10-30 When Jimmy asked me if I wanted to become his girlfriend, I had to be honest with him and tell him I am too much of a whore to be with any one guy. At first, he was really pissed off by this and stormed out in a huff. But later we patched thins up and agreed that we would be in an open relationship. Specifically, we agreed that we would spend a lot of time together and any time Jimmy is up for some sex, my pussy, ass, and mouth are available for him to use as he pleases. But we also agreed that Jimmy would understand that sometimes I just have to hook up with a random guy. Jimmy is also free to cheat on me if he wants to. I think in the year that we've been together I've been the only one to cheat. If Jimmy cheated, he definitely hasn't told me. I think he kind of likes it a little bit, though he won't admit it. Whenever I tell him about a guy I fucked, he always wants to have sex within five minutes. Sometimes I'll start describing my encounters as he is fucking me and he always comes really quick. Sometimes I'll just keep on talking about it after he comes, and he'll get hard again while he is still inside me, which never happens otherwise. He really gets excited to hear about their cock sizes; every time I tell him they were much bigger than him his cock really twitches. He also loves hearing about my "boyfriends," that is, guys I fuck regularly. Don't get me wrong, I like fucking new guys all the time, but sometimes you just want a nice, long fuck from a guy you know. There's a guy at the gym I fuck every time I run into him, which is about once a month. I work as hostess at a restaurant, and I let my boss sample me every time there is an opportunity—there's a reason I earn more than my coworkers. There's also a bunch of male friends I have that ask me for a blow job from time to time, and I'm only too happy to oblige. Jimmy gets really hard whenever I bring up one of them, and he can shoot inside me several times in just a half hour if I keep telling him about how we fucked and how I get off on being a regular slut for these men. But this story is about major progress we made recently. It has to do with something Jimmy used to get mad about. He would get really, really mad if we went to a party and I hooked up with a guy right there, while he was around. But I told him that I was honest with him from the beginning, and that he agreed to this, and eventually he relented. Now its quite common for me to flirt with guys at parties and go off somewhere with one of them—upstairs if its a college party, or outside if we are in somebody's home—and I'll suck the guy off or let him ejaculate in my pussy if he's a real sweet talker, or if his cock looks nice and big. Several times I've even noticed Jimmy trying to catch a peek of me doing this. And he always wants to have sex when we get home later. A few weeks ago I got tired of his passive aggressive enjoyment of the situation. I wanted to be upfront with him, tell him to be a man and admit he likes it. We were at a party, and I was flirting with one of the football players on our school's team. He was a pretty cute guy. After a while we went to dance, and I got pretty excited grinding against him on the dance floor. Soon we were on a couch making out. I noticed Jimmy watching was watching all this intently from across the room. I told the football player I'd meet him in one of the rooms upstairs in ten minutes. Then I went over to Jimmy, took him outside somewhere where no one could see us, and told him I needed to get eaten out. As he was running his tongue all over my pussy I explained that I was about to go upstairs and fuck this guy. I think Jimmy knew him from a class they had together. I told him that I wanted Jimmy to eat me out to an orgasm, so that my pussy is nice and wet for this guy and his cock can just slide into it on the first try. Jimmy lapped at my clit furiously, and in no time I was coming, my juices squirting all over Jimmy's face. After I was done cumming, I looked at Jimmy, and it was obvious to me that he was turned on. I took his cock out of his pants, and started working my hands all over it. After a minute or so of my handjob, I could tell he was really close to cumming. Thats when I stopped and took my hands away. "If you want to come," I said, "admit to me that you like this. Tell me you're really turned on thinking that jock is going to have his dick inside me in a couple of minutes." He got really mad and started swearing and tried to force me to put my hands on his dick, but I didn't let him. "Fine," he said, defeated. "I like it." I started whacking his cock again. "Keep going," I said, "or I stop." "I like the thought of you fucking him." "Keep going," I said, "if you stop talking, I stop giving you a handjob." "Oh fuck," he said. "OK I like the thought of his fucking you and using you like a little whore, even though you are my girlfriend. I get really turned on thinking of all the slutty things you do, and how you are a whore for so many nasty guys even though we are in a loving relationship together. You are a cheating slut who humiliates me by fucking other men and telling me you like it more than making love to me…" Here he started coming. I pointed his dick away as he shot his load. Then I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Very good, honey," I said, "I think this is a major step forward for us. I'm glad we are finally being honest with each other." I gave him another peck, and continued. "I have to go upstairs now, but I'll make sure to leave the door open by a crack. Be a good boy and come upstairs in five minutes; you'll probably be able to watch us get nasty together." I felt his cock get hard again in my hand. We kissed, and then I was off. ----------------------------- Series:College Girlfriend Cheats Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:College Girlfriend Cheats Ch. 2 Teaser:Girlfriend humiliates Jimmy by cheating left and right Category:Fetish URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/college-girlfriend-cheats-ch-02 Published:2010-12-05 For a while, things were good with Jimmy. We had moved in together, and everything was great between us. The events described in my last story became pretty commonplace. I can't even count the number of times Jimmy ate me out at a party to get my cunt ready for somebody else. Things got complicated real soon when Jimmy asked me to marry him! I told him I really did not know about that, and I felt like a free spirit who wanted to fuck around more before settling down with any one guy. He told me he was OK with my fucking around, but we are not going to find anyone else that we are happier with. This made sense to me. I was almost convinced, but then I realized I did not know if Jimmy was going to keep accepting my fucking around. Maybe after we were married he would start to pressure me to be faithful. I told him that I'd think about it over the course of the next few months. I also told him I was going to use these few months to test him. I was going to start cheating on him a lot more, and if he could take it without complaining, I knew we would be meant for each other. He claimed to have no problem with this. The first thing I did was to set up a profile on a dating site. I made Jimmy help me set it up. He also took some nice pictures of me; my profile pic showed quite a bit of cleavage! Naturally lots of guys messaged me, and I went out on lots of dates. I found way to include Jimmy in all this. Whenever I would go on a date, Jimmy would move into the guest room. We set up a lot of hidden cameras in the living room and bedroom, so that Jimmy could watch me getting it on live. Usually, having invited the guy to our house, I would excuse myself before the sex under the pretext of freshening up, and then pop into Jimmy's room to have him eat me out. Once I had orgasmed and was nice and slippery, I would go have sex with my date. After my date had left, it would be time for seconds with Jimmy. It was very erotic to ride Jimmy right after he jacked off watching me and another guy. I also enjoyed telling him details about our date; how far I allowed the guy to go during dinner and the movie, and, naturally, how his cock felt when it was inside of me. Jimmy passed his test with flying colors; he didn't complain once. Even after I fucked a different guy every day for two weeks, he did not complain. Of course, I did give him special treatment. I made all the guys wear condoms; Jimmy was the only one I let shoot into me without a rubber. I decide to take a different approach next. Jimmy seemed to be pretty turned on by the idea of me fucking so many guys. I decided to see if he was so cool about it if I consistently got it on with the same guy. I picked one of the guys I had fucked the previous couple of weeks. I made sure to bring him home every day for sex for two weeks. I even introduced a lot of dirty talk that I knew would piss Jimmy off. I regularly told this guy I loved him during sex. I also had a habit of screaming that I wanted to have his babies. Naturally I told Jimmy it was all for show. I could tell Jimmy was riled up by all this, but he said nothing. I was very satisfied with how well he was passing the tests I was setting for him. My next step was to start having sex with guys Jimmy knew. This felt like crossing a line, and I was very eager to see how Jimmy would handle it. The first guy I did was an instructor for a course Jimmy and I were taking. We weren't doing too well; both of us were getting Cs. It was not much work to convince this guy to give both me and Jimmy A+ if I let him fuck me. So pretty soon I was getting pounded by our instructor in the living room while Jimmy was watching it from his room, as usual. Our instructor was not very good, to be frank; his penis size was below average. On the plus side, he did run off at the mouth during sex, calling me dirty names every few seconds: whore, slut, fuck toy, prostitute. It felt pretty exciting to walk in to his class the next day holding hands with Jimmy. I felt like such a slut! I then went through a few more guys I knew Jimmy was friends with. His roommate from the previous year. A couple of high school friends. A teammate from the college basketball team Jimmy played on. Next, I started going to all of Jimmy's games next. I told him that if our team lost, I would try to fuck one of the star players from the opposing team. Sure enough, after every loss I'd be home with a basketball player I'd pick up during one of the post-games parties. "You played so well," I'd tell him as I was riding him, "so much better than my boyfriend who played for out team. Would you like to be my new boyfriend?" Obviously I'd never return their calls afterwards, but it was exciting to fuck with Jimmy's mind like that. A few months of this had passed and Jimmy seemed pretty accepting. I decided on one final test; something that would cross a few more lines. I wanted to see if he would still be OK with my regularly fucking someone who lived with us. I first suggested that we rent out one of the spare rooms in our apartment for the summer to make some extra cash. I think Jimmy suspected what my plan was, but he never said anything. I made sure that a nice-looking buff guy named Chad ended up being our renter. I started fucking Chad the day he moved in. Basically, I just started flirting with him right in front of Jimmy. Pretty soon, the two of us were making out on the couch while Jimmy sulked and watched us. One thing lead to another, and I was soon riding Chad's cock while Jimmy watched us and wanked off. The whole summer I was a slut for Chad. We had really nice sexual chemistry, and we fucked two times every day. By contrast, I only made love to Jimmy once a day, and not every day. I would be cruel to Jimmy. Sometimes I let him watch, and sometimes I told him to leave the room. I wanted him to wank off as he listened to our lovemaking. When I did let him watch, both me and Chad would talk to him during the sex. "I love how your girlfriend is tight, bro" Chad would say. "I don't know how given how many men she has fucked." "I could never date such a slut," Chad also liked to say, "but good for you that you get off on watching your woman." As for me, I liked to make Jimmy say things he did not want to say. I would tell him I wouldn't let him watch us unless he thanked Chad for fucking me. Sometimes he would leave, and sometimes he would sigh and thank Chad. Other times I would make him take a more active role. I would make Jimmy undress me in front of Chad and lube me up before I would let Chad pound me. Sometimes I would make Jimmy sleep in the guest room while me and Chad fell asleep together. Sometimes I felt bad about doing all this to Jimmy who I loved but the fact is that when I did have sex with him he was more horny than ever. So he must have been enjoying it somewhat. Jimmy knew that I would never say no to anything Chad asked. I was a total whore for him, and I was ready to fuck him anytime he wanted. This created some exciting situations sometimes. For example, I would be sucking Jimmy or riding his cock when Chad would come in and demand some sex. Naturally, I would leave Jimmy and take care of Chad first. Chad also loved to fuck me while I was on the phone. Sometimes I would be talking to one of my girlfriends or to my parents when Chad would just come up to me and start finger-banging me. When I was wet enough, he would just slide his cock inside of me. He loved to do it when I was talking to Jimmy on the phone. Then he would make me describe to Jimmy everything that was happening. Finally, the summer was over. It was August 31st, Chad's last day here. Of course, Chad was quite happy with our arrangement and wanted to live with us indefinitely, but I said no. My test for Jimmy was over, and he had passed with flying colors. I decided to tell Jimmy in my own way. I told both of them that I would have a last fuck—for old times sake—with Chad and it would be very special and I wanted Jimmy to watch. This time I let Jimmy participate. I was bent over a chair, getting fucked from behind by Chad, and making out with Jimmy at the same time. I was wanking Jimmy's dick with my hands. As Jimmy was coming—and as Chad was shooting a load inside of me for the second time—I said to Jimmy, "Yes, I will marry you." ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 1 Teaser:A white couple slowly falls under the control of a black man Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver Published:2012-07-02 Jessica had spent the afternoon shopping and preparing dinner and now she was sitting at the table as pleasant conversation was flowing. Her husband Michael was telling her parents Patrick and Anne about the fantastic group of students he had this year, enthusiastic and hard-working. Michael and Jessica were both English teachers at a local high school. Michael's unabashed enthusiasm for teaching is what attracted Jessica to him in the first place when they met several years ago in the course of a master's program in education. Jessica was always being approached by men, being tall and blonde and leggy, especially after her track-and-field meets when the graceful contours of her body were on display; but no man had Michael's genuine touch. They were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. "I'll get it." Michael promptly got up. Sounds of a hushed conversation were heard as Anne and her parents continued chatting. A minute later Michael returned, followed by a tall black man in overalls who stood a pace behind him. "It's the plumber," Michael announced, seeming a bit at a loss. "Something broken?" "Yes, one of the pipes in our bathroom. He's going to fix it now. Jess, why don't you come up with me and we'll show him what's wrong." "Sure," Jessica replied, "no need for you to get up mom, dad. We'll be back down in a just a couple of minutes." The three of them headed to the upstairs bathroom. "A plumber who will come to your home on a Friday night," Anne wondered. "That's not easy to find." Meanwhile, in the upstairs bathroom, Jessica was on her knees sucking a black dick. Michael had his cock out and was slowly stroking it watching this spectacle. "Plumber, my ass" the black man chuckled. In fact, Shawn—that was his name—was a P.E. teacher at Michael and Jessica's high school. "Mmm, you really are an excellent cocksucker Jessie." Jessica was moving her mouth hands-free up and down on Shawn's dick, fitting the whole of it in her mouth. "Even with your mom and dad in the other room, I can always count on you to go to town on my black dick." "Speaking of which," he added, "white boy, why don't you go keep them company while your little wife here takes care of me?" "Come on, Shawn," Michael begged. "I want to watch. I'm so hard right now." "I don't think so," Shawn slowly slid his cock out of Jessica's mouth. He raised her forcefully and turned her around, pressing her against the bathroom. "I'm not having her parents walk on their perfect daughter fucked by black cock while her husband watches. Go down there and keep them company." He hiked up Jessica's skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Michael tucked his dick back into his pants. He paused at the door for a moment to glimpse Shawn sliding his cock—it never ceased to amaze Michael how large it was—into Jessica in one motion. She gasped but he slid easily into her well-lubricated cunt. "Quickly Mikey," Shawn slowly thrust in and out of Jessica, "Your in-laws are probably wondering what's happening. Keep them company for a few minutes until your beautiful wife comes down with a load of my cum in her cunt. GO!" Michael sighed and went down the staircase to the dining room. "Everything all right?" Patrick asked. "Fine. He is fixing it now." He made idle conversation and a couple of minutes later Jessica and Shawn came down the stairs. "All finished, folks. I'll show myself out." Later that evening, Michael and Jessica are lying naked in the bedroom. They are kissing and talking as she gives him a handjob. They will not be having sex tonight: it is one of Shawn's rules that on the days he messes around with Jessica they cannot have intercourse. Instead, they will have several orgasms talking dirty to each other. "You were so wet when he slid into you," he says, half-complaining. "I could see how easily his dick slipped inside of you." "Its true honey," she replies, "But I recall you were pretty horny as well. You had your dick out and were touching it, weren't you?" He grunts in response. "Shawn was really the man of the house tonight, wasn't he? Don't get me wrong, I love you very much my darling but you really took a backseat today, didn't you? Today I was Shawn's whore much more than I was your wife." This proves to be too much for Michael and his penis erupts with cum. Jessica patiently waits until he finishes and wipes him off with a tissue. She then goes back to massaging the base of his penis. She knows they are not done, that he will have several more orgasms before he spends his load. As always, the evening will conclude with a nice, thorough, very loving cunt-licking for her. "Maybe we should stop?" he wonders out loud. "We could go back to just having sex with each other. No more Shawn." But as his penis grows under her skillful fingers he can sense his resolve weakening. "We could," she replies, speeding up the motion of his hand on his dick. They have had this conversation before. "But will we be able to stick to it? You remember what happened when we tried this before?" He nods. "I'll remind you, dear." She gives the tip of his dick a playful licking. "The first time we resolved not to call him again, we ended up talking dirty about interracial cuckolding every time we had sex. One day we got so horny that we called him and begged him on the phone, both of us asking him in earnest, to come over and fuck me. He let us beg for quite a while. Remember that?" He nods again. He is rock hard now. She slides over on top of him and gives him a kiss on the lips. She begins rubbing her body against him. They follow Shawn's instruction to the letter—he will not enter inside of her. But she lets his penis rub against her belly and her cunt against his balls. "And the second time, we decided to break it to him in person. But as we sat him down and began to tell him, he just walked over to him and pulled out his dick. Remember that, honey? As I recall, there was barely a squeek out of you at the time." He blushes. "I was turned on. It was so erotic to see his coal-black dick right next to your face." "He slid his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face—didn't ask if I wanted it, he just did it. I was waiting for you to intervene, but you never did. When I swallowed his load and looked over to you, I saw you had your dick out and had already come on your belly." He blushes even more. The memory turns him on even as it fills him with shame. "Just admit it, honey, we're addicted. Addicted to being dominated together by a strong black man." "All right," he grunts, very close to coming now, "we're addicted." She starts rubbing against him faster. "I love watching Shawn order you around. He is so powerful, isn't he?" This proves to be the crossing point for Michael and he comes again. Jessica patiently wipes him off again. She knows the evening is far from over. Across town Shawn is smiling, thinking of the scene earlier this evening. He has this couple under his thumb, for now. They have grown to crave his dominance, but they might still balk if he asks them to do one of the more perverted and nasty things he has in mind for them. He'll push their boundaries, slowly, until they are literally his slaves, until nothing is off limits. He has big plans for the two of them. ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 2 Teaser:Michael and Jessica's extended lunch Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-02 Published:2012-09-26 The school bell had rung as Michael was walking nervously towards his wife's classroom: he had dismissed his class early in anticipation for today's "extended lunch break." That was Shawn's euphemism for a ritual he made the three of them go through weekly: they would go to a sandwich place near the school and grab a bite, chatting innocently, perhaps with some colleagues they would often run into, and afterward Michael would drive them all to a secluded spot to watch Shawn fuck his wife in the backseat. Often the whole ordeal would be over before Michael had time to drive them anywhere. Shawn would take his wife in his arms and put his lips to hers right when they got in the car. Soon, he would have stretched out of the backseat, his black cock plunging into her. Needless to say, it was hard for Michael to concentrate on the driving at times like those: he would pull out his penis and rub it with one hand as he alternated between looking at the road and glancing in the rearview mirror. Strangely, though, what Shawn liked best about the whole thing was the lunch. To an outsider, little would have seemed out of place: just three teachers talking nonchalantly about school stuff. But the knowledge that in a few minutes Michael was going to drive his wife to be fucked in the back seat made the whole experience very delicious was Shawn. He wasn't the only one: Shawn never failed to make note of how wet Jessica was by the time he parted her legs in the back of the car. Shawn was usually careful during the lunch itself to keep the whole thing under wraps: many other teachers from their school took lunch at the same place. But he liked to have Jessica play footsie under the table with him whenever their table was semi-secluded. He would sit across from the married couple and instruct Jessica to take her shoes off and massage his crotch with her legs while whispering what she was doing in Michael's ear. Today, when the three of them arrived at the sandwich shop, Shawn took a chance with something new. As they were standing in line to pay for their sandwiches, after making sure no one was standing behind them, he put his hand under Jessica's skirt and groped her ass. Their conversation did not change, and no one around them noticed anything unusual, but the three of them knew that as they were carrying on their small talk, Shawn' was groping Jessica. Michael felt his cock twitch as he watched Shawn's black hand disappear inside his wife's skirt. He thought about how they got into this in the first place. Michael had always enjoyed cuckold-themed interracial porn, which Jessica discovered after they got moved in together: it really is very difficult to keep stuff hidden from the person you live with. He had feared she would be disgusted, but that turned out not to be the case; but neither had she expressed any great amount of interest in sharing his fetish. He did convince her, though, to watch some of the videos with him. They ended up watching many of the movies and clips he had collected over the next few months. She claimed she wasn't into the cuckolding or the interracial bits, that she just enjoyed the sex in the videos. Michael couldn't help noticing, though, that she always had loud, tremorous orgasms whenever he put on something involving a gigantic black cock plunging into a blonde white wife that resembled her. They had settled into a comfortable porn-watching routine. But one day, Shawn was hired as the new PE Coach at their school. He remembers seeing them chatting outside her classroom on one of Shawn's first days at the school—her, a tall, athletic, perfectly dressed blonde and him, visibly fit, very black, with somewhat shabby clothes. He couldn't help but think how the two of them would look fucking, how great the color contrast between her blonde hair and his coal black skin would be. He imagined himself sitting in the corner, stroking his cock as he watched the two of them go at it. He found himself rock hard. Over the next few weeks, he would often hear Jessica complain about Shawn—in fact, she had felt he was underqualified for his job and put in some effort to stop him from being hired in the first place. But Shawn was friends with someone on the school board, the district did not have enough minority teachers, so Jessica's efforts were to no avail. She now complained that Shawn said borderline inappropriate things at meetings, that he was overly familiar, that he made sexual jokes that made people uncomfortable. Oddly, his wife's complaints made the fantasy of watching her being fucked by Shawn more erotic. He thought of all that now as they were standing in line. They were talking about one of Jess's students, how bright she was, all the while Shawn's hands all over Jessica's ass. It wasn't that Jessica had grown to like Shawn any more since those early days. But it turned out that she was far more submissive than Michael ever thought. He knew his wife was hopelessly turned on by the idea of surrender, and the thought of surrendering to someone she disliked like Shawn just made it so much sweeter. She was probably already turned on by being groped in public by him, submitting to his wishes while her husband stood there and did nothing. They ran into a couple of colleagues who joined them for lunch. Shawn saw this as an opportunity to push the boundaries a little. The three of them sat on the same side of the table, and, for the first half of the meal, he kept his hand on Jessica's knee. The teachers sitting across from them could not know this but Michael saw. As the meal went on, he got bolder, slipping his finger under Jessica's skirt, massing her clit, and sliding a finger into her. When the others weren't paying attention he told her to whisper to Michael to do the same, and soon there were two fingers inside her. It made Michael think how odd it was to feel another man's finger inside your wife. Lunch was over soon. Unsurprisingly, each of them was very horny by the time they got in the car. The moment that their car was not surrounded by others on the road, Shawn put his massive cock at the entrance of Jessica's cunt and slowly began to slide it in. Suddenly, he stopped. "Wait," he said. "here's how this is going to happen. You can't whack off this time Mikey. Keep your left hand on the wheel and hold Jessica's hand with your right hand." They were both too horny to refuse. For the next few minutes, Michael drove as he listened to his wife's muffled screams of pain and pleasure in the backseat. He felt each of Shawn's thrusts into her in the tremors of her hand. "Oh darling," she suddenly burst out, "he is so big and thick! It hurts but it also feels so fucking good." Michael's cheeks reddened with shame. He was confused and horny at the thought that Shawn was giving his wife something he never could. Shawn wanted to encourage this line of thought. "Just how much bigger am I, Jessie?" he asked. "Oh God, so much bigger." "You'll never be satisfied with your husband's dick again, will you?" "Dear God, no! I need your big black cock inside of me!" "You'd do whatever I wanted to get it, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Shawn, yes! I'll be your slut, just don't stop giving me your cock!" With a grunt Shawn came. He slipped himself out of Jessica and looked down with satisfaction to see his loads of come slowly ooze out of her cunt. "Now what do we say Jessie?" "Thank you for making me your white whore Shawn," she smiled as she said it. He had previously instructed her to say this after they fucked. "And Mickey?" "Thank you for satisfying my wife like a real man and for perfecting our marriage." Michael always felt burning shame at these words—this was only the second or third time that Shawn had made them thank him. "Why don't I drive on the way back," Shawn replied. He reflected that Michael and Jessica were very well behaved today and deserved a little reward. "Jessie, why don't you take care of your husband in the backseat—but remember, only a handjob since you were mine today." For the rest of the way back, Shawn watched the married couple in the rearview mirror. He reflected on how different their lovemaking was—lots of loving kisses and caresses as Jessie gently stroked her husband's cock in the backseat. Not much stroking was required: Michael came four or five times in the fifteen minute drive back to the school. His plan was working, Shawn thought. The two of them were growing more submissive and accepting more and more humiliation from him. He would have to step their ordeal a notch. ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 3 Teaser:An uncomfortable photoshoot Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-03 Published:2012-12-24 "Good job you two," Shawn looked Jessica up and down as he walked in the classroom. "I see you followed my instructions real good." He emailed the two of them last night, telling them to meet him in Jessica's classroom an hour after school was over. He gave instructions for how Jessica was to be dressed: smartly, but in a skirt that was short and risque for the school; with a top that showed some cleavage, nothing scandalous, but sure to elicit stares. Jessica was hesitant but her outfit appears to have passed without without comment from anyone, though a lot of her students did their best to catch a glimpse of her from revealing angles: there were many quickly averted glances at her top and dropped pencils around that day. Michael's instructions were to bring a camera, which he was holding with some anticipation. Shawn put his arm around Jessica and gave her a slow kiss. He liked to start off by establishing his dominance, which was sure to get all of them in the right mood. When he finally broke the kiss, he cleared his throat and turned to Michael, who was clearly mesmerized if a little repulsed at the sight. "All right, Mickey, we're going to take some sexy pictures of your lovely wife today. Here's the deal: you are going to blow these up, frame them, and hang them in your bedroom." Michael and Jessica shared a look. "In our bedroom? We can't do that Shawn," Jessica said slowly. "Our friends will see them." "Find a way to deal with it. Make sure people don't walk into your bedroom." "Ane how do we do that?" Michael interjected. "I dunno. Keep the door locked. Look, I've made up my mind about this. I want the two of you to be reminded who is in charge here every night you go to bed. Now Jessie, come over here and stand on my right." Jessica looked again at her husband, and he looked back at her, worry and arousal in his eyes. — They took a picture that day which ended up on their wall. It showed Jessica with her skirt hiked up, her panties down to her knees, but otherwise dressed as she was during that day, with Shawn sliding his monstrous black cock in her cunt from behind. In the picture, she is leaning forward to write "Mrs. Jessica Sutton is a black cock slut" on the board. Shawn made sure that the background of the picture included all the mementos that identified this as Jessica's classroom—a picture of Michael on the desk, a list of assignments for her AP English class on the board. To blow up and frame the picture, they found a store in a different state which specialized in selling pictures for the walls of strip clubs. "Thats one nasty model you've got," the clerk told Michael over the phone as he handled his order. "Any way we can get in touch with her?" Michael blushed and said he didn't know the model. All in all, Shawn made them take three more pictures in the next few days—one for each wall of their bedroom. In the second picture, Jessica is holding both Shawn's and Michael's cocks. Her face and their torsos are visible, and Jessica reaches out to lick Shawn's cock, thick and massive, as she is gently pushing away her husband's which looks very small in comparison. The third picture shows Jessica naked on the bed as Michael eats her out. She is looking past him at Shawn, who is standing just behind Michael, naked, stroking his massive cock, waiting for Michael to make his wife wet enough for him to enter her. But it was the fourth picture that was extremely difficult for Jessica and Michael. Shawn decided to have a picture with Jessica in her wedding gown, the very same one in which she walked down the aisle to marry Michael some years before. But that day was a sacred, happy memory for them and they wanted to keep it that way. When Shawn gave them instructions over the phone to get out the dress a few days in advance, they got the courage to say no. But Shawn simply told them that he expected them to be ready with the gown and hung up. He was confident he could get the couple to do whatever he wanted. He installed a keylogger on Michael's computer some weeks earlier, and he knew that the only porn they watched was of the cuckold interracial variety. He guessed that both of them were too addicted to black dick to say no to him now. He had instructed them to call him when they had obtained the dress. In truth, he knew they had it in their house, but he wanted to give them some time to get used to the next level in their debasement. When he heard nothing from them over the next few days, Shawn decided the happy couple needed a little push. The next Sunday afternoon he showed up at their house unannounced. They answered the door together. He could see the surprise on their faces—neither had expected him to show up. They seemed at a loss for what to say, and Shawn took the opportunity to seize the initiative—he took Jessica by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Michael followed a little behind them. "Now look Shawn," he began to say, "this has gotten a little out of hand…" As Shawn expected, the wedding dress was laid out in their bedroom. They must have been talking this over in the last few days. Shawn had guessed right: even though they were against it at first, as the days went by Michael found himself deliciously turned on by the thought of his beautiful wife being taken in her pristine wedding gown. There was something so dirty and arousing about it. They had a few difficult conversations about it by now. Michael was still talking, but Shawn ignored him and pulled his wife close to him for a deep, tongue swirling kiss. He didn't stop kissing Jessica for a while. He knew she always responded submissively to his natural dominance. He alternated between exploring her mouth with his tongue and kissing her softly on her lips. Soon he felt those little tremors in her body that indicated a likely loss of control on her part. He pulled away. He knew that Michael would be excited as well by now, humiliated certainly, but also horny. Indeed, Michael was sitting on the bed nearby, rubbing his crotch watching them. The moment had come: Shawn simply pulled on the t-shirt Jessica was wearing that afternoon, and said "Lets get you out of this and into that beautiful white dress." He encountered no resistance as he took off her clothing, item by item, and helped her get into the dress she wore when she married Michael. They did end up taking a picture that day. It showed Shawn taking Jessica from behind, his hands holding up her gown, as she and Michael are exchanging rings. "Keep the dress around," Shawn told Michael as he was leaving, "this isn't the last time I'll be fucking your wife in it.'' The picture was mounted on the wall straight across from their bed, so that Michael and Jessica would have it right in front of them every night. It would be difficult for Michael and Jessica to keep these pictures hidden from their friends, Shawn reflected driving back. Would their ordeal get more humiliating as one of them discovered their dirty little secret? ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 4 Teaser:The couple experiences some bondage and humiliation Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-04 Published:2013-10-31 The pictures Shawn forced the couple to put up in their bedroom were working wonders. The three of them seem to have settled into a steady rhythm, regular as clockwork: Shawn would hear nothing from the two of them for a week or two, until, one night, he'd get a frantic phone call begging him to come over. This was Shawn's plan all along. Seeing the pictures of Jessica being fucked each night would make Michael and Jessica constantly horny, he reasoned. There was only so much they could take before giving in. After each visit to their house he noticed the couple would pull away a little bit, avoid him at school. He let it happen. He knew they were addicted to being dominated by him. He let them try to withdraw, knowing that even as they were trying to have some plain, vanilla sex, both were probably thinking about the next time his black cock would be inside Jessie. Their attempts to withdraw never lasted long anyway, and he knew how to use them to his advantage: the longer they kept away from him, the more they begged him when they did call, and the further he could push them. ---------- When his phone rang and he saw the familiar number, Shawn had reflected that it had been a while. ?"Heya" "Hi, Shawn. Its Michael." "Hey buddy, what can I do you for?" "We were wondering here if maybe you could come over tonight." "Hehe, maybe I could. But you got to be more direct with me. What is it you want?" Michael knew what Shawn wanted to hear. "I want you to have sex with Jessica." "So, what you sayin, is you want me to fuck your lovely little wife?" "Yes." "I think you should ask me nicely." There was a pause. "Will you please fuck my wife Shawn?" "Maybe I will buddy, maybe I will. Why don't you give her the phone?" There was some shuffling and Jessica picked up the phone. "Hi Shawn." "Hey there, Jessie. So I hear you need something from me?" "God, yes. You need to come over here and fuck me." "Well, why can't your husband do it?" Jessica knew what Shawn wanted her to say. "Because he doesn't have a dick like yours." "Why don't you tell him that, sweetheart." There was some hesitation but in a few moments Shawn heard Jessie speaking to her husband. "I need to fuck Shawn's huge black cock, sweetie. I love being with you, but you just don't have a a dick that can measure up. I always thought you had a nice cock, but now that I've experienced Shawn's I know how much you're lacking. I adore being your wife and making love to you, but sometimes I really just need to be a slut for a huge dick." Shawn chuckled. He had trained them well. "All right sweetheart, put the phone on speaker." These verbal humiliations had been a repeat of what he made them go through last time. Now he needed to push them a little bit more. "I'll be there in half an hour. Now here's what you do before then." "Both of you are to be naked when I arrive. Mike, take a black marker and write 'Shawn's White Whore' on your wife's belly. Understood?" "Yes." "Jessie, get out those handcuffs I brought over last time. I want you to handcuff your husband to his side of your bed. Is that understood?" "Yes." Shawn chuckled with satisfaction. Normally, the two of them would balk at having Michael handcuffed. But now they were so very horny now they'd agree to almost everything. ---------- When he arrived, he saw that his instructions had been followed. Jessica met him at the door, completely nude with the black text he wanted on her body. She tried to close the door quickly but he made sure to give her a long kiss in the doorway. Finally, he went inside and closed the door. He took her by the hand and silently led her to the bedroom, where he placed her on her feet doggy style on top of her helplessly tied up husband. Shawn wanted husband and wife to be face to face. He took his time unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his dick, and when he had the mass of it out he began to slowly to rub the outlines of Jessica's cunt, without putting it in. As he expected, this made her whimper with anticipation. "Please…" "Please what?" "Please fuck me." Shawn took the head of it and began sliding it in. It was barely fitting and he wiggled it around a little as Jessica groaned with simultaneous pain and pleasure. "Tell me what you want, slut." "God, give me your huge black dick." "Beg for it." "Please… please give it me… I need your cock so badly." "I'm glad to hear you say that my little whore," Shawn said, slowly pushing himself into her, "because I know you never liked me. Isn't that right?" Jessica just groaned at this. Shawn gave her a sharp slap on the ass that made her yelp. "I asked you a question" Jessica shuddered. It felt wonderful to be slowly impaled on this large monster and she had a hard time just processing the question. "Yes, I never liked you… you were always so crass… all your jokes were really sexist too…" Shawn thrust sharply into her and she yelped again. More than half of his cock was inside of her now. "Damn straight, and I was right, wasn't I? It works best when a woman does what a man says. You just didn't know it because you were married to this wimp." Jessie groaned again. She felt like she was being split open. It was painful and, at the same time, amazing. It wasn't just about the physical feeling: it just felt really delicious to be so submissive to this powerful and awful, awful man. When Shawn didn't hear a reply, he gave her a few more smacks on the ass, sharper this time. "Ow!" she yelped. "Yes, you were right Shawn. It works best when the man's in charge." "If you want to be my white whore," Shawn shot back, "beg me to take charge of you." Jessica was too far gone to care about anything beyond the cock in her at this point. "God, please, make me your white whore Shawn. I'll do whatever you say. Please be in charge of like my husband never could." He smiled and began pushing her cock into her cunt with a little more force. Now the husband's turn, he decided. "Yo Mikey, what you think about that?" "Ugh," came the reply. "Can i just have one free hand? I'm so hard." "No," Shawn declared, "You stay tied up. But tell you what: you tell me what I want to hear and I'll let your wife hear stroke you with her hands while I'm owning her. Now tell me, who is the man of the house?" "You are, Shawn" "Damn straight. Your wife just needs a strong hand and a big dick. And you're just not man enough to give to her, aren't you?" "Yes, Shawn." "Tell it to me." "Fuck. I'm not man enough to give it to my wife like you can." "I'm going own her like you never could, you know" "Shit, yes, I want her to be your whore first and my wife second…" Shawn chuckled. This was enough talk for now. He thrust his entire cock into Jessie. ---------- Hours later, it was finally all over—he felt like he spilled a gallon of cum into the pretty wife, and she had lost count of the orgasms she had. Michael sported an uncomfortable erection: after letting his wife stroke him to an orgasm once, Shawn forbade her from touching him again. He spent the night on their bed with Jessica next to him, right next to Michael who left tied up for the night with an erection he could not relieve. Shawn did untie Michael when the morning came, but there was no time for him to get rid of his boner: his task was to make breakfast while Shawn took a shower with Jessica. He had to listen to Jessica's familiar groans of pleasure as breakfast was cooking, and afterwards, he served breakfast to the two of them. It was almost as if Jessica and Shawn were a couple and he their servant. His final task was to drive the three of them to work. Shawn finally let Michael whack off once he was in the driver's seat. It was amusing to watch him furtively stroke himself. Meanwhile, he was fingering Jessica in the back. "Now this weekend," he was saying, "the two of you are going to go shop for some new clothes for Jessie. Some really short skirts that show off a lot of leg. And some blouses with cleavage. I want everyone at the school to have a little glimpse of your tits." "Now I don't want to hear any more feminist crap," he continued, "you've got a killer body Jessie and its selfish of you not to share it more." Jessica was very sore after all their festivities. It felt so nice be stimulated by Shawn's fingers, and the deliciousness of her submission propelled her forward. "Yes, Shawn," she said simply, "I'll start dressing more slutty for you." ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 5 Teaser:Jessica receives a spanking Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-05 Published:2014-09-27 "You are such a wonderful and understanding husband," Jessica said as she was rubbing her clit, which was very sore right now. "I just can't believe how supportive you've been." They were sitting across from each other, masturbating. This was one of the things they began to do on the days of Shawn's visits when, by the rules, anything more than a hand-job from Jessica was off-limits to Michael. Michael was stroking himself very slowly. The thought of not being rights to his wife made him angry but the anger only seemed to feed his arousal. "I can't believe how much this turns me on," he sheepishly admitted. Jessica nodded. "I feel the same way. Don't get me wrong, I love the slow, gentle sex we have honey. But sometimes I just need to be ravaged." She let out a small yelp as her stroking brought her closer to orgasm. "I never thought I'd let a man like him near me—he is so crude and all his jokes are stupid and sexist—I hate him. But when he starts talking down to me and whips out his monster dick I just become putty in his hands." She started to stroke her clit faster. "I think I'm a little bit in love with his cock. I'm sorry honey but its amazing—so huge and thick and black and it can fill me up and make me forget about everything else. I hope you don't mind that? Do you mind your wife being in love with another man's cock?" "It's all right honey," Michael replied. His wife seemed totally conquered by Shawn. It made him uncomfortable but his cock was rock hard now hearing her talk about it. He groaned. "You know I love watching it inside you." "It makes me gasp every time it goes in. When its inside of me, I just want to let him do whatever he wants to me." She closed her eyes and her body started shaking slightly as she quietly orgasmed. When the shocks and aftershocks were over, she opened her eyes and scooted closely to her husband, taking his penis in his hands. "I hope you know none of this affects how much I love you," she said sincerely. "I know it doesn't." "You love it too," she went on, sliding his hands all over his cock. "You always go along when he takes charge." Michael groaned again. "It's just really hot to watch him dominate you." "Dominate us," she corrected him. "You follow his orders just like I do." She began to stroke his penis fast. "Do you want us to be his white slaves, honey? Do you want us to be a slave couple that takes orders from our black master?" Instead of answering he began to come, shooting his load all over her hands and his stomach. When he was done, they shared a slow kiss and without words she got up and went to take a shower. With the hot water running over her and her orgasm past, she began to feel uneasy. What they were doing was tremendously exciting sexually: it was so hot to submit to Sean, and so delicious to have Michael be a part of the submission. All the orgasms she ever had paled compared to the ones she had while Sean was dominating her and her husband. It was tremendously exciting sexually, certainly; watching her husband turn her over to Sean brought her to new heights of sexual pleasure. She just wished she had more control over herself when she was sexually excited, and that Michael did as well. Were they playing with fire? She sighed and resolved to try to keep in control of herself in the future. ---------- "You know why you are here today?" Shawn zoomed the camera on Michael and Jessica. They were standing in the front of Jessica's classroom, holding hands. School had finished hours ago. "We are here because we disobeyed our black master," Jessica answered with a slight tremor. This was the reply she had been instructed to give for the camera. "What you do wrong?" "We didn't buy the right clothes for me to wear at school." "What should you have gotten?" "Something that fit me much tighter." Jessica was afraid that the clothes they bought following Shawn's instructions would raise eyebrows. The skirts she began to wear were within professional boundaries but showed off quite a bit of leg. But it turned out that Shawn was angry they weren't showing enough. "Damn straight. Jessie, you a fine piece of eye candy and you gotta wear something that shows off your body shape. Ain't right to disobey your black master." "No," Michael said now, following the instructions Shawn had given them. "Its not right." "How you gonna fix it boy? "I'd like to ask for you to punish us." They agreed to film this session after Shawn reassured them they would have the tape once they were done. Shawn was thinking long-term. He knew he'd get his hands on the video eventually. They were looking at him, and the camera, with nervous anticipation. He had given them only a hint of what was coming next. "Yea, I will punish you. I wanna hear Jessie ask for it." He turned the camera to Jessica as she cleared her throat and said, "Please punish us, master." "Mikey, the first part of the punishment will be your wife's spanking. Why don't you bend her over the desk, take off that skirt, and pull down her panties." He mentioned before this was coming. Shawn was looking for opportunities to make his hold on the couple stronger. Forcing some punishment on them would drive home the point that he was their master. It was good to do this in Jessica's classroom where she displayed authority over her students every day. He wanted her to be reminded of this humiliating ordeal whenever she taught her classes. Once Michael complied with his instructions, Shawn continued. "You, Mikey, will also be punished. You will wear your wife's panties while I spank her ass. I want you to know you are fully accountable for the bad decisions you make as a couple." This was a surprise. Michael turned bright red as he pulled down his jeans and briefs and slipped on Jessica's panties. All he could think about was how humiliating it was to be wearing them in front of his wife. The cotton felt soft to the touch and his penis was curled up in them uncomfortably. "Secondly, you are going to videotape.Take the camera and stand to the side. Be sure to capture your wife's face as she is being spanked." After passing the camera over to Mike, Shawn moved behind Jessica. He had no intention of making this overly painful of her; the point of this exercise was the humiliation of husband and wife, her naked ass over her desk in her own classroom, and his humiliation and obedience as Shawn took control. He gave her a quick slap. She yelped, surprising at how hard it landed on her bum. He gave her another. And another, again and again. He kept up a regular rhythm, making them progressively harder. Jessica gave off little whelps, and he noticed with satisfaction that they mixed pain and a little bit of arousal. He made sure to cover her ass entirely with slaps and he watched it slowly turning red. He brushed up his fingers against her cunt occasionally and, to his satisfaction, he saw she was slowly getting wetter. I'm dominating her in a way her husband never did, he thought. She must be loving it. "Your great-grandaddies probably owned my great-grandaddies but now two of you are my slaves. Think they'd have ever imagined it?" He didn't give them any time to answer and began to hit Jessica's ass again, harder than before. He saw that Michael's cock had popped out of the panties and he was slowly as he kept the camera steady with one hand. He kept on whacking her until her ass was dark red and a tear rolled down her face. Point made, he thought, and turned to Michael. "All right, Mikey, hand over the camera and turn your wife around." When the couple stood facing him again, holding hands, he continued. They made for a delicious sight, Jessica standing bottomless and wiping a stray tear, her cunt visibly moist, and Michael with his cock now barely fitting in the small panties he had on. "What do you say now?" "Thank you for punishing us," they answered in unison, as he had coached them beforehand. Time to start wrapping things up, he thought. "I gonna let you two have a treat now. I'm gonna film you two make love. Would you like that?" Both husband and wife nodded. In truth, they were very horny after everything that just transpired. "You gonna take instructions from me though. Jessie, lie down on the desk and turn your face to the camera. Mikey, pull your little penis out of your panties—don't take the panties off though—and put it in front of her cunt." They quickly did as he asked. Shawn saw, to his surprise, a lot of tender passion in their movements. He was dominating them more and more but their bond had not weakened. "Now Mikey, look at the camera and ask for permission to fuck Jessie." Michael gulped. "Uh, may I please make love to my wife, Sean?" "Is that how you address me?" Michael remembered the coaching Shawn had given them beforehand. "May I please make love to my wife, master?" "Yes, Mikey, go ahead, put that little thing in her." Michael slid his penis effortlessly into his wife's wet cunt and began pumping into her. After a few moments, she slid forward on her desk and wrapped her legs around him. "How does that feel Jessie?" "Mmm," she said with obvious satisfaction, "it feels good." "Doesn't fill you up like my black snake, does it?" "No," she admitted, "it doesn't." "Why don't you tell that to your husband?" "Do I have to?" "Yes, you have to. I want you to tell your husband while he's inside of you." Jessica turned to Michael and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry honey but you are small compared to Sean." "Just small?" Sean egged her on. "Okay, very small. You just can't measure up." Michael answered nothing and just kept on sliding into his wife harder and faster. "Now Jessie, having had a taste of my big black dick, you think you could go back to being faithful? You think you could be satisfied by your husband's tiny pecker?" Jessica closed her eyes and said nothing. Michael kept on thrusting. "Tell the truth," Shawn zoomed in on her face, "could you go back to being faithful?" She still didn't say anything and Sean decided to up the ante. "Do I need to spank you again to get you to answer?" "Uh, no," she replied now, torn between her husband's fucking her and having to answer Shawn. She didn't know what the true answer was, but now, after having been dominated thoroughly by Shawn, there seemed to be only one response that felt right. "No, I couldn't go back to being faithful. I'm sorry honey," she said turning back to her husband, "but we're always going to be needing a black cock in this marriage." The humiliation of it all—wearing panties, being given permission to fuck his wife while she talked down to him—proved to be too much for Michael and he started to come. As he shot his load into his wife, the thought came to him that this was the best orgasm of his life. He couldn't remember having another one as powerful as this one. Focusing on Michael's deflated cock sliding out of his wife—it really looked very tiny now—Shawn smiled and turned off the camera. ---------- Driving back to his apartment that night, Shawn reflected with satisfaction on the day's session. He was getting Michael and Jessica used to ever-greater humiliations and solidifying his hold on them. But it was time to dispense with incremental steps and start pushing them farther past their boundaries. "They were a little bit too willing today," he thought, "and that means I didn't push 'em hard enough. Well, well, we'll just see how willing they are when I tell them what's in store next." ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 6 Teaser:Michael watches Shawn enjoy an evening in with his wife Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-06 Published:2015-03-17 Michael's first orgasm came as he watched Shawn make out with his wife on the couch. She looked lovely and elegant in her light summer dress, and it was strange and erotic to see his black lips on hers, her white hands wrapped around his neck. When she heard Michael grunt as he ejaculated she broke off the kiss and turned to look at him. "Already?" she said, sounding slightly disappointed. Michael looked down at his lowered shorts and nodded. He had been watching the two of them for less than a minute. It was all part of Shawn's game. He wanted to see how many orgasms Michael in the course of an evening spent watching him with his wife. Shawn gambled that each time Michael blew his load would cause Jessica to think a little less of him, particularly if he was made to do so in a humiliating way. So far, it seemed to be working, or so he inferred from the look Jessica gave her husband after seeing him shoot his load after barely a minute had passed. Michael had his second orgasm once again while his wife was making out with Shawn. They were petting each other rather heavily, and as he watched the dark black hand making its way up her legs beneath her dress, and the way her breasts were groped through the flimsy fabric, he could not hold it in. "I can't believe you've already come twice," Jessica said looking incredulously at him. He said nothing but he thought the remark was rather unfair. They were both very clearly turned on by the proceedings. Anyway, was it his fault that watching Shawn's rough hands maul his wife's tits through her dress was such a turn-on? Shawn's next move was to have Jessica model some lingerie. She had gone on a shopping trip with her husband earlier in the day, and Michael helped her pick out the pieces she was putting on now. It was shamefully arousing to watch his wife strut and turn for her black lover, as Shawn told which pieces he wants her to keep. Fortunately, Michael managed to avoid coming during this part. They had migrated to the bedroom next, Jessica looking stunning in a sheer teddie they had bought together earlier that Shawn insisted she wear. He watched them begin their foreplay with a slow massage, as Shawn had stripped nude and his wife lovingly ran her hands all over her black lover's body. His next orgasm came at hearing Jessica talk down to him. She was holding Shawn's massive black cock in her hands, running her hands up and down on it, the sort of slow and sensuous handjob she was great at, and taking a pause to look at her husband, she said, "You can't possibly expect me to be fully satisfied with yours after I've had this one." Michael knew she had been coached by Shawn to say it, and he knew she was being mean to him because turned him on, but he also knew there was an element of truth in it, his wife was now addicted to black dick, and he couldn't stop himself from ejaculating at the thought. The fourth and fifth orgasms were almost cheating on Shawn's part. After making Michael eat out his wife, Shawn started fucked her doggy style with her head in her husband's lap. Husband and wife held hands now even as Michael tugged himself, watching Jessica scream with the uncontrollable pleasure Shawn's black cock was giving her. She never screamed like that when they were making love. There was something primal and intensely erotic about watching her slender white body ravished by a massive black tool. She seemed to forget all about her husband, forget about everything except the cock fucking her so roughly. He hated to watch it and he loved it all the same, and in this hyper-aroused state the thought occurred to him that his wife was truly conquered by a stronger man. He came uncontrollably once more. His had his sixth orgasm watching the two of them make out once again. Shawn was just about to leave and standing in front of the door, Jessica saying good-bye with her arms wrapped around his neck, his tongue deep in her mind. She was freshly showered and nude with only a towel around her shoulder, beaming with the happiness he knew came from being well-fucked. "Thank you for giving me what I need, Master," Jessica said between kisses. Michael stood a few feet away from them, watching with his hand down his shorts. There was something revolting and yet deeply satisfying about watching his lovely and beautiful wife thanking her black lover for the pleasure he himself couldn't give her. "I'm going to be an obedient white slave for you, Master," Michael had heard his wife whisper. Something seemed a little different now: whereas before Jessica had hesitated and looked to be degraded by this sort of language, she now seemed full of enthusiasm for it. When Shawn had left, Jessica turned to her husband and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You really enjoyed this, huh?" Michael nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. "I love you honey," Jessica went on, "but you do scare me sometimes. Six times? You never come this much when we make love. It seems that you like watching me get fucked much more than you like actually fucking me." "I wouldn't say I like it more," Michael said defensively. "Its just… " He couldn't figure out how to complete the sentence. "Its all right," Jessica said. "Don't worry about it. I'm as guilty here as you are. Whenever he whips out his cock, I'm putty in his hands, and the more I hate what he is making me do, the more turned on I get. Why don't we just forget about it?" They had a perfectly normal evening for the remainder of the day, enjoying dinner together and relaxing in front of the television as if nothing had happened. But after she fell asleep that night, he got himself off twice more; once, remembering the contrast between the elegant way she looked in her dress and Shawn's rough black hands all over her; and once, thinking of her screams of pleasure as Shawn was pumping her with that massive black cock of his, her face contorted in ecstasy he could never give her. ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 7 Teaser:Shawn begins to blackmail the couple Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-07 Published:2015-09-17 It was the sort of lunch break they were used to by now. Michael drove to a secluded spot not far outside the school while Shawn fondled his wife in the backseat. They were kissing very slowly, their tongues sensually moving against each other. His left hand was playing with Jessica's breasts, which were pulled out of her blouse. Michael had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Once they got there—the destination being an out-of-reach spot in a largely abandoned industrial park—Shawn had pulled down Jessica's knickers and tossed them to Michael. Thereafter followed the usual bit of humiliating foreplay—Jessica was made to beg for Shawn's cock and Michael had to politely ask Shawn to give his wife the kind of fucking he himself could not—until, finally, Shawn lifted Jessica onto his lap and squeezed his cock into her. They were a little cramped for space, Jessica leaning forward as she straddled her lover, and it was Michael's job to rock his wife up and down Shawn's cock. After Shawn had his orgasm (and Jessica had several of her own as she was impaled on him) he got into the driver's seat. As he drove back to the school, Jessica sat beside her husband in the back, running her hands gently over the base of his cock and encouraging him as he jerked off. "Did you enjoy seeing me come?" Michael nodded as he stroked himself. "I fucking love having that huge black cock in me. I'm so sorry honey that you can't measure up. Every married white woman should have a black boyfriend, don't you think? It just wouldn't be fair to be deprived of these orgasms…" Shawn encouraged this sort of dirty talk, sometimes prompting it with direct questions and rarely encountering any resistance from the couple. Michael's cock always hardened at the humiliating put-downs. As for Jessica, Shawn knew that she was in her submissive state now and would be only turned on at the degradation. "But you love it, don't you?" Jessica said as she gently ran the tips of her fingers over her husband's balls. "I think you like watching me fuck a black man more than you like fucking me yourself, isn't that right?" Michael had a couple of orgasms this way but was still hard when they approached the school. Shawn pulled over on the side of the road so that he could have another orgasm. There was something pathetic about Michael having so many orgasms as his wife talked down to him Shawn wanted Michael to look as pathetic as possible in front of his wife. They were late when they finally got to the school and Shawn dropped them off at the front door. He told them he would park the car and drop off the keys with them later. Which he did—but not before making a side trip to the couple's home. Shawn had the day off, and with Michael's car keys in his hands he had plenty of time to search the couple's house until he found what he was looking for: the stash of pictures and videos Michael had filmed since the beginning of his cuckolding. Which is how Shawn came to blackmail the couple. There was some damning material in there. For one thing, there was the picture of Jessica in her wedding gown, exchanging rings with Michael as she was fucked by Shawn from behind. It would be very embarrassing to them if it were to make its way on the internet and be seen by their friends and colleagues, parents and relatives. But more than that, there was the video of them fucking in Jessica's classroom after Shawn had spanked her. And there was the picture of Jessica writing "Mrs. Jessica Sutton is a black cock whore" on her blackboard as she was railed by Shawn from behind. They would certainly lose their jobs if this material were to become public, and, provided the pictures and videos were googleable, neither of them would ever find another job again. — Tyrone parked near the address his coach wrote down. It was the sort of neighborhood he usually tried to avoid: upscale, full of white people who looked at him as if they were wondering what he was doing there. Why the hell did coach tell him to come to Mrs. Sutton's house? Although she was crazy hot, Mrs. Sutton was his least favorite teacher. She had given him detention no less than six times this semester. The last time was two weeks ago, when he slapped the blonde bimbo who sat in front of him after she snidely called him a dumb nigger. She had it coming, he told the angry Mrs. Sutton, but that only seemed to enrage her further. He rang the doorbell and moments later Mrs. Sutton herself opened it. As always, she looked stunning. She had began to wear more revealing outfits to school lately, and he had been catching lots of glimpses of her cleavage in class whenever she went over. Now she was wearing short shorts which showed off quite a bit of leg and a tight top that made transparent the outline of her breasts. "Come in, Tyrone," she said, sounding a bit apprehensive. Coach was there as well, bumping fists with Tyrone as he entered. There was an awkward silence and then coach nodded to Mrs. Sutton. "Uhmm," Mrs. Sutton seemed to be at a loss for words. "I have heard that you had your best game of the season last night. Congratulations." "Thanks, Mrs. S." "After consulting with your coach here," she threw an angry glare at the coach, "I thought I'd give you a special reward." She paused again and her voice shook slightly as she continued. "I'd like to give you a massage. Would you like that?" A massage? What the…? "I guess," Tyrone said. "Trust me boy," his coach interjected, "you gonna like this." "Aight," Tyrone said. "If coach says so." Mrs. Sutton looked down on the floor. After a moment, she seemed to collect herself and took Shawn by the hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms on the floor floor of the house. She closed the door after they entered. "Why don't you undress yourself and get comfortable?" There was an attached bathroom and she disappeared into it. Undress himself?! He took off his shirt and pants, keeping his underwear on. It was a few minutes later when she came out of the bathroom. "Holy Shit Mrs. S!," he blurted out. She was wearing transparent lingerie. Her body was absolutely perfect, slim and toned yet shapely and feminine. He felt his cock stirring. She was carrying a tray of oils which she put down beside him. She seemed angry, as if she was the verge of tears, but she said nothing. She avoided his eyes as she squirted the oils onto her hands and ran them over his chest. When she got to his groin, her hands began shaking a little. She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath; then, in one swoop, pulled down his underwear. His cock was fully erect now and she seemed to stare at it transfixed. She lightly ran her hands over it, feeling it grow further under her touch, before taking the oils and pouring them on it. "You have a big cock," she quickly said, seemingly in spite of herself. He chuckled. "Sure do. Is it bigger than your husbands?" She nodded. Her hands began to move up and down on it. Tyrone could not believe that the same teacher who gave him detention only two weeks ago was now giving him a handjob. "Its at least twice as long and three times as thick.· "Aint black cocks better?" She blushed and nodded again. He reached over and began to paw at her breasts. She didn't seem to resist and he pulled them out of the lingerie which hid little regardless. They were a perfect C-cup, not too big but still enough to squeeze in your hands. He leaned forward and squeezed them, first softly and then harder. She moaned and started rubbing her hands on his dick faster. "Yo, teach," he said amused, "You like having a black cock in your hands, don't you?" "I can't help it," she said, sounding desperately ashamed. She began to run her tongue all over his balls and the base of his cock. Any trace of the reluctance she seemed to feel earlier was gone; she seemed lost in the task of licking his shift, of running her tongue up and down the length of his cock and jerking him. "Fuck yeah," he said. He couldn't believe he was getting a handjob from Mrs. Sutton of all people. "This is what you were made to do, teach," he laughed. "None of your dumb-ass lectures. You were made to service black cocks." She nodded again. She was far too horny to feel ashamed now. "You're right, Tyrone," she said, licking his balls enthusiastically. She felt no hesitation as she spoke now. "I was made to be a black cock whore." He laughed again. "I think you my favorite teacher now." She looked amazing with his cock in his hands, its darkness so starkly contrasted with the lily whiteness of her face. He felt himself about to come and angled his cock towards her. He had never come so much in his life. He shot load after load all onto her until her face seemed covered in jizz and it dripped down over her breasts and down the rest of the body. "Gotta say teach, that was a great massage!" He laughed, taking sight of his teacher covered in his semen. He would not forget this moment. From now on, as he sat in Mrs. S's boring class, listening to her boring-ass lectures, he'd remember her as she was now, in front of him with eyes shut and groping blindly for a towel to wipe her face. Damn, he suddenly thought, coach promised a reward to whoever runs the most yards EVERY week! He would have to really up his game. Next week, he knew he would play harder than he ever had in his entire life. ----------------------------- Series:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 8 Teaser:Michael and Jessica are abused by a woman Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/michael-and-jessicas-sexual-slaver-ch-08 Published:2016-03-02 Shawn's next step was to introduce a woman into the picture. Her name was Natasha and she taught history at the same high school where Michael and Jessica worked. She was a slim and graceful black woman, always well spoken and elegantly dressed. She had been a casual friend of Jessica for the last couple of years, ever since her arrival at the school. The two of them had much in common—they were about the same age, and both of them had degrees from prestigious colleges on the east coast—which is why Jessica felt so betrayed to be suddenly on the receiving end of abuse coming from Natasha. She liked to take Michael and Jessica out to dinner, usually to an upscale restaurant, and the dinner would feel no different than any outing with friends; but afterwards, she would take them back to her place and dominate them over the course of the evening. She liked to begin by having both of them lick her breasts and slowly undress her and kiss her gently all over her body. Eventually, when she would be fully nude, she would have one of them eat her out while the other kissed and kneaded her tits until she reached her first orgasm. She got progressively harsher with them as the evening went on. After her first orgasm, she would usually wind down by making them lick her feet. They would both be undressed at this point and the sight of a white couple naked and submissively kneeling at her feet would turn her on again before too long. Her next step was to spank each of them. She was especially hard on Jessica: not content to redden her ass, she enjoyed smacking her on her tits and over her body. Sometimes she slapped her face and made Jessica thank her after each slap. Invariably, she would reduce Jessica to tears by the time she was finished. Natasha had a bit of a sadistic streak. She had to trade favors with Shawn in order to get the white couple to herself for the evening: besides taking over some of his teaching duties at the school, she had to blow him a couple of times—sometimes in his car, sometimes in the janitor's closet during recess—for each evening she had with Michael and Jessica. She did not enjoy these blowjobs. Shawn was too crude and low-class for her taste. His crass remarks were disgusting and the way he called her "his bitch" as she sucked his dick made her tremble with rage. When she did finally get Michael and Jessica as her slaves for an evening, she was determined to make to indulge all of her desires as far as it took her. She enjoyed spanking Michael as well. She would have him over her lap, delivering harsh hits to his ass until it turned red. He had to thank her after each hit, just like his wife. With her other hand, she would reach beneath him and gently massage his balls. Eventually, he would come and gush his sperm all over her knees even as she spanked him. She had gotten a variety of strapons of different sizes and fucked both Michael and Jessica with them each evening. She was satisfied to see that, no matter how much she abused the couple each evening, they would never leave before each had orgasmed several times. It was easy to make Jessica come: after the spanking was over but not before Jessica stopped crying, Natasha would take the biggest strap-on in her collection and fuck Jessica doggy style. The dildo would rub against her clit as she thrust her loins to slide it in and out of Jessica, and she would repeat the motion until she reached an orgasm. Jessica sometimes begged her to stop—it was an awfully big dildo—but she ignored her. It always worked: eventually, no matter how much she begged her to stop, Jessica would squirt and tremble in orgasm. With Michael, she would begin slowly. At first, she slid a finger in and out of his ass as she masturbated him. Then a finger became two, and then a small dildo. Eventually, she would fuck him with a strap-on as well, a smaller one. She enjoyed the feeling of dominating him, of having him be a slave to his pleasure. She would reward him by letting him fuck her afterwards. She enjoyed it. Michael was the sort of man she had always found attractive and size was not everything. Besides, it had made Jessica visibly jealous each time, and she enjoyed that. Sometimes she would push Jessica's buttons by making her suck on Michael's balls as Natasha rode his dick. She enjoyed the feelings of hurt and anger this seemed to provoke, but they all knew that Jessica had no choice but to comply: given the material Shawn had, the white couple had to do what he told them, and he had loaned them out to Natasha for the night. When she felt herself reach the last orgasm she could have that evening, she liked to have them make love to each other in front of her. It didn't look the same as when she had fucked them: they would do it slowly and passionately, and there would genuine caring in the way they touched each other, in the way they looked each other in the eyes. She felt sorry for them, though she was glad to have the opportunity to live out her fantasies. It was clear that Shawn was slowly expanding their boundaries, pushing them to do things they never considered. If he was loaning them out to her to use as she wished, soon he would be forcing them to engage in even more degrading acts. How would it end for them? She shook her head thinking about it. Despite all the abuse she regularly heaped on them, she genuinely liked them; and she could only hope that their love was strong enough to endure what was coming. ----------------------------- Title:The Cuckold Vacation Company Author:a_random_user Teaser:A husband arranges for a vacation to the Caribbean Category:Cuckold URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/the-cuckold-vacation-company-ch-01 Published:2013-08-03 "It's important to me that my wife doesn't know I set the whole thing up." David was sitting in the back room of an elegant office in a suburban mall. From the front it looked much like any other high-end travel agency. In truth, this office catered to arranging erotic vacations with a very special theme. David was here because he followed up on a few rumors on a few of the cuckold-themed online message boards he frequented. "Of course." He was talking with a tall, curly-haired brunette named Ellen. "Nothing will point to your role in any of this. If you ever choose to reveal everything to your wife, it will be entirely up to you." "Okay. Can you tell me how the whole thing is going to happen?" "Well, it differs from couple to couple of course. We have a few standard methods though. When you arrive at your hotel in the Caribbean we will make sure to put certain things in place. The art in the hotel will feature tasteful but mostly nude paintings, many of them involving white women and black men. The television will have only a few channels, one of which will be a porn channel showing non-stop interracial sex, usually with a cheating wife motif. We will make sure your personal concierge at the hotel is attractive, fit, and instructed to flirt with your wife." "How does the sex actually happen for the first time? "Well, the first thing we try is the massage. Basically, you and your wife will sign up for a couples massage; when you get there, you will discover that your masseuse is a good-looking black woman while hers is a handsome, well-chiseled black man. Both of you will be asked to undress fully for the massage. If your wife balks at the thought of being naked in front of another man, your presence is there to reassure her—try to talk her into it. If you succeed, we proceed to the next stage. The massages will begin innocently enough, but will get more sensual over time. Let me show you how this can go." Ellen turned her chair sideways, punched a code into a remote on her desk, and the television behind her turned on. David saw an attractive blonde woman, chatting in German with her husband while getting undressed. "Her name is Heike. Her husband was a client of ours a few years ago." Heike had a beautiful hourglass body with lovely big tits. David couldn't look at her without fantasizing about playing with them. "Heike did not need much convincing to get naked for the massage—nudity is not considered as big of a deal in her culture." Ellen fast forwarded and David saw the husband and wife lying nude on two massage beds side-by-side, holding hands while a pair of black hands moved over each body. Occasionally, the masseuses themselves had wandered into view of the camera. Heike was being massaged by a very tall, muscular man with dreadlocks, while her husband had a slim, petite black girl rubbing him. Ellen fast forwarded more. "The masseuses are trained to slowly get bolder and bolder with time. Here is the key moment." David saw the male hands, which had been skirting Heike's nether regions as she lied face down on the bed, confidently move to her clit and stroke it. Heike groaned in dismay and made a motion to turn around, when she saw that her husband was getting a handjob from his pretty masseuse. Her eyes initially opened in shock, but the black man's hands continued moving deftly over her clit. She closed her eyes and said nothing, her body shaking slightly. The husband said something to her in German. "The key is to make sure the wives are horny," Ellen said. "You see Heike giving in to her feelings of pleasure now. She had no clue wuat was in store at the beginning of the massage. At the moment you see now, being stroked by a masseuese just like her husband, she probably didn't think anything was going to happen beyond touching. But the masseuses are trained to get the wives hornier and hornier and keep stepping things up a notch." She fast forwarded again, and David saw the scene a half an hour later. Heike was getting fucked by the masseuse with dreadlocks—his cock seemed to be splitting her wide open—while her husband was sitting on the adjacent massage bed, holding her hand and stroking his cock watching. The female masseuse seems to have left. "This was a major success of ours," Ellen continued. "Isn't this a very loving scene? A beautiful white couple, holding hands, while the wife gets fucked by a a very hung black man." "Now rest-assured," Ellen went on, "that all the men in question have been thoroughly tested for STDs. Moreover, all of them have had their tubes tied so that there is no chance of your wife getting pregnant." "I take it everything will be filmed?" David was quite hard from watching the scene, but he tried hard to concentrate on the things he needed to still clear up. "Yes," Ellen replied, "we will have high-quality hidden cameras throughout which will capture the whole experience. We will give you the footage when you return, edited into a movie for you to enjoy. There is one caveat, however. You must consent to this footage being shared with the prospective clients of our company." "Eh," David hesitated, "I'm not too keen on that. Can we opt out?" "I'm afraid not. These videos are crucial for us to expand our customer base. However, you will have our assurance that they will only be shared with customers who have physically walked in the door, and whose background check information is consistent with their interest in buying our services. Much like you are able to see Heike's videos now." "Still," David insisted, "Somebody who knows me and my wife could come in." "It could happen," Ellen acknowledged, "but it isn't terribly likely. In addition, many of our clients find the small chance that others they know will learn about their cuckolding adventures a little exciting. Anyway, I'm afraid this part of our services is non-negotiable. Let me tell you instead about the other plans we make for these trips." "As I alluded earlier, the massage does not always work. Sometimes the wives get skittish before they get horny. In that case, our next go-to option is our own private beach on the island, which we make sure is advertised to the couple. Once you show up, however, you will see it is a clothing-optional beach." "It is the husband's job to persuade the wife to stay—perhaps with her clothes on, it makes no difference. We will make sure there will be lots of black men with enormous erect cocks parading back and forth. Some of them will make conversation with you, either asking for directions, trying to sell you drinks, or just random chit-chat." "The beach will be a short walk from your hotel room. After an hour or two on the beach, we suggest the husband take the wife back to the hotel to start getting amorous. A little dirty talking is good to get the wife to think about the black cocks we've been priming at her. Ellen paused. "In fact," she continued, "this is how my husband got me into it." David took a sharp breath as his already hard cock stiffened further. "Really?" "Yes," Ellen continued. "If it is all right with you, I'd like to show you now a special video from our archives—my video. Would you feel comfortable with that?" Needless to say, David wanted nothing more that to see the pretty sales agent in front of him fucked. He nodded, a little afraid of betraying how much he wanted to see it. "Great," she said and punched in another code. The TV showed a tropical hotel room full of daylight. Ellen walked in with a slightly older man, maybe a decade and a half older, that David surmised was her husband. She had a slightly different haircut, but otherwise looked much the same as she did now. She was dressed rather conservatively for the weather, with a below-the-knee skirt and a top that didn't show a hint of cleavage. They were being led in by a very athletic looking and young black man—he must have been twenty or so—who was hauling his their luggage. "This was when I arrived on the island with my husband Alan. At the time I had no clue that he arranged the whole thing." On screen, the husband was trying to give the black man a tip, who was waving it way. "A pleasure to serve on such a beautiful woman," he said turning to Ellen in the video. He took her hand and kissed it before leaving. "As I mentioned, your personal concierge is told walk around topless and flirt with the wives. At the time I was a little shocked by this boy's behavior—he was about a decade younger than me! but I figured this is how men in the Caribbean act." Ellen pressed a few more buttons on her remote. "It turned out I didn't go for the massage—once I found out I had to undress in front of a man who was not my husband, I immediately refused. But watching all those hard cocks on the beach got my very horny nonetheless." On screen now, Ellen was on the bed in the same tropical room, wearing just bikini top while her husband had his head between her legs. "He brought me to the stage when I was close to orgasm," Ellen continued, "until I started shaking just a little bit." On screen, her husband suddenly got up and reached for the TV. "I want to turn on the sex channel," he said, pressing a few buttons, and then sitting down and putting his head back between Ellen's legs. "Those black guys have some huge cocks," he muttered in between licks. "Its so hot to think of a pretty white girl being fucked by one of those monsters." Ellen only groaned in response. "Dont you think so, honey? Wouldn't it be hot to get fucked by one of those men on the beach?" "Oh yes," Ellen gasped. "Fuck, God, yes." "Tell it to me, sweetie. I want to hear you say it." "Uh… their dicks are huge." "Do you want one inside of you?" Ellen didn't say anything. "It would be so hot to watch you take a big black cock. Do you want to fuck one of them?" Ellen moaned a little not. "Oh—I'm so sorry sweetie, but yes, I do, I really want to get fucked by one of those guys on the beach!" With a loud gasp, she came. Her legs wound tightly around her husbands face and she started spasming. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes. After it was over, the two of them started to cuddle on the bed, neither making a comment on what just transpired. Back in the office, Ellen turned off the video. David's cock was painfully erect now. He cleared his throat. "So what happens after the dirty talking?" "Again, it depends on the couple; we usually like to play it by ear. I can tell you what happend with me. One of the services we offer is an apparently chance meeting with one of our repeat clients. In this case, at dinner the same day the hotel seated us at the same table as Heike and Klaus—the couple whose video I first showed you. My husband signed up two years after Klaus did, and by the time of this video Heike and Klaus were repeat customers. Of course, I didn't know that at the time." "At dinner, the four of us got along grandly and later on in the evening, we all went out for drinks. While the boys occupied themselves with a game of pool nearby, I had a very frank conversation with Heike. Let me show you—this was also caught on tape." The screen behind Ellen now showed footage of Ellen and Heike sitting together on high chairs at what looked like the a hotel bar. "An open relationship?" Ellen said onscreen. "Well," Heike paused. David thought she looked stunning in her sundress, her long blonde hair falling to her shoulders. "Open on my end mainly. Klaus enjoys it when I stray as long as he can watch." "He watches?" Ellen's eyes opened wide. "He loves to watch. Its why we like coming here so much." "Here?" "This island." Heike had a lovely accent in English, with only a very soft trace of her native German. "I don't like to play around in at home. Too much potential for awkwardness. But we enjoy coming here, where I can get fucked as much as I want to. The local men never seemto mind letting Klaus watch. In fact, they seem to get a peculiar pleasure from fucking a white woman while her husband watched. And my God, have you seen the size of their cocks?" Ellen giggled a little. She seemed to be a little drunk. "Yes, they are quite enormous." "They sure are. I can assure you it feels amazing to have one inside of you." "And Klaus really doesn't mind?" "On the contrary. He gets great orgasms stroking himself while watching me get taken hard." "Doesn't the size of their cocks make him feel a little inadequate?" "I think that is a part of what makes it so hot for him. I tease him occasionally about how his cock can't compare to the black monsters here, and as long as I don't overdo it, he enjoys it very much." "Doesn't it affect your relationship?" "Not when we are back in Germany—this here is our little holiday, when all rules are off. When we come back home, we get back to our regular life." "You know," Heike continued, "Its a pretty common fantasy. White men who come to this island and see the size of the natives' cocks frequently begin to fantasize about their wives being taken. Have you ever asked your husband whether he'd be turned on by this?" "To be honest," Ellen giggled drunkenly again, "I think he might. We talked dirty about it as he ate me out earlier today. I couldn't stop thinking about some of the giant cocks I saw on the beach today." "But I really don't think I could go as far you as have with your husband," Ellen continued, "honestly it is such a big step, isn't it? Even though we were both clearly turned on by the thought today." Back in the office, Ellen paused the video. "That gave me a lot to think about. It was the following night when I finally went through with it." She turned to look David straight in the eye. "Would you like to see that, David? Would you like to watch a video of me getting fucked by a hung black man?" David blushed. She seemed to be very good at pushing his buttons. "Yes, I would like to see that very much." "Good. Then you must realize how selfish it would be of you to hoard a video of your wife cheating on you for the very first time. I saw the pictures of your wife David, and she is very beautiful. Don't you think you should share your cuckolding with others? "Maybe." David was too horny to think straight. "I'll think about it. Can I see your video?" "Yes," Ellen said firmly. "I want you to see it." She called up the scene. "This was the very next day, when I was relaxing in the jacuzzi together with Heike and our husbands. We were chatting pleasantly when Heike called someone over." The video showed the four of them making room for two black men to get in. "Their names were Henry and Tyrone. Heike introduced them as friends she made on the beach the other day." The screen showed the two black men get after removing all their clothes. In the video Ellen looks faintly shocked but the other three white people just smile. "It is the native way," Klaus remarks. "Shall we join them?" "Why not," Alan answers and throws his trunks out of the jacuzzi. Klaus and Heike undress as well, Heike's shapely breasts floating over the water. The black men stare very blatantly at her tits and Heike returns a smile. Only Ellen has her clothes on. "Come on, honey" Alan says, "Let's get into the native spirit." When she makes no reply he moves towards her and unclasps her bikini, throwing it on the ground nearby. Ellen makes a motion to cover up her breasts with her hands, but stops. Her tits are firm and shapely; not nearly as big as as Heike's but more elegant, a C-cup. When the black men gawk at her, she looks away awkwardly. A few champaigne glasses are passed around until everyone seems tipsy. Eventually, one of the black men gets out of the water and sits on the end of jacuzzi. His cock is erect. It is enormous. There is an awkward silence, broken by Heike's giggling. "You have quite a cock Henry. I noticed that about you on the beach the other day too." "Thank you my dear," Henry replies with a Caribbean accent. "Yours isn't nearly as big, is it Klaus?" Her husband grins and sits on the edge of the jacuzzi as well. He has a decently sized cock, but nothing like Henry's. It might be half the size. "I've got a pretty big one as well," Tyrone replies, clearly not wanting to be left out of the action. Sitting up on the side of the jacuzzi, he is indeed almost as big as Henry's. "Rubbish," Henry says, "when I'm hard I'm much bigger than you." "You're hard now man." "With all due respect to these beautiful ladies"—Henry makes a motion towards Heike and Ellen—"who have some wonderful tits, I'm not hard yet. I get much bigger than this." Heike giggles and looks at her husband, who winks at her and says "Only one way to find out." Heike coasts towards Henry and Tyrone and began slowly stroking their cocks, one with each hand. Ellen, meanwhile, looks completely shocked. She is not moving though. Might she be getting turned on by these big dicks, in spite of her shock? Alan has his hands under her; he must be fingering her. After a little while, Heike turns to her and says smilingly, "Why don't you come here and help me out dear?" Ellen closes her eyes, trying to will some resistance, but Alan gently nudges her towards the two black men. "Its all right, honey," he says, "this is very hot." Ellen gives him a long look. She then makes a decision and slowly makes her way towards Tyrone. She puts her hands around his cock at first, seemingly in disbelief how long and thick it is. She opens her mouth and takes Tyrone's coal-black cock into it. Heike, meanwhile, is giving Henry a blow job as well. The two white husbands are stroking themselves watching. After a while Heike waves Alan over and whispers into his ear. He draws Ellen's mouth away from the black cock and takes her in his hands. He pulls her out of the water and lays her on her side beside the jacuzzi. He motions for Tyrone to get between her legs. He looks into Ellen's eyes and holds her hand as Tyrone slides his cock into her. Tyrone begins thrusting into Ellen, first slowly, then speeding up a little. Her moans turn to grunts and then to screams. It doesn't take her long to reach orgasm, and as she begins to come Alan presses his lips to her. Back in the office, Ellen freezes the frame. "It has been a couple of years, but Alan and I still enjoy watching this video. This was the perfect way for this to happen." She pauses. "So, David, do you think you are ready to sign our contract?" David is ready. This company's services are very pricey, but he'll figure out how to make it happen later. "Yes, I'll sign. Only—could I watch more of the video?" Ellen smiles. "Yes. You get to see me and Heike get passed around by Henry and Tyrone as our husbands jerk themselves. There are more videos of me at the resort—for example, there is one one of me being taken by the young concierge you saw lead us into our room at the beginning." She gets up. "There's a box of tissues over there. I'll come back in an hour; will that be sufficient time for you?" He nods. "I look forward to seeing videos of your wife at the resort David." She gives him a peck on the cheek on the way out the door as he pulls out his cock and presses the play button. ----------------------------- Title:Wedding Night Cuckold Author:a_random_user Teaser:A couple receives a very indecent proposal Category:Cuckold URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/wedding-night-cuckold-ch-01 Published:2016-08-05 "This place is incredible," Olivia said as she walked from room to room. The house was indeed a sight to behold: roof-top terrace, a gorgeous view of the city, marble countertops, outrageously large and beautifully landscaped. Olivia could not help wondering how Emily and Richard, who always seemed to struggle financially, were able to afford it. "How ever did you manage to buy this place?" Her husband James must have had the same thought. "Well… " Strangely enough, Emily seemed a little discomfited by the question. After a short pause, she motioned them to a nearby sofa. "Let's sit down." "I haven't told this to anyone," she began after seating herself across from them. "It's just that—well—I heard the two of you have some problems with debt?" James and Olivia shared an uncomfortable glance. They had both taken out six-figure loans in the process of getting their MFAs. At the time, it seemed as if the credentials and connections would be worth the hefty price tag. Now, several years later, with neither of them making any headway towards worldly success—Olivia's paintings were not selling much and James' novel was rejected by several publishers—that decision looked a bit foolish. At the very least they had each other, having met in one of the seminars the program required the incoming students to attend. "Yeah," James said after a long pause. "To tell you the truth, we've been thinking of moving in with my parents back in Kansas." Emily nodded. "I'm just going to come out and say it," she said, taking a deep breath. "I was paid"—she named an amount of money that sounded enormous, obscene even—"to cheat on my husband on my wedding night." "My God," Olivia blurted. "Holy shit," James said simultaneously. The two of them had been at Richard and Emily's wedding only a month ago. James remembered how elegant Emily looked in her wedding dress, almost chaste even. Tall, with an athletic frame and long black hair which she usually kept in a bun, Emily was gorgeous. James' cock tingled at the thought of her fucking a stranger on the very same day they had seen her get married. Olivia had been a bridesmaid at the wedding and Emily was set to return the favor in a months' time when James and Olivia would finally tie the knot. Though he was quite enamored with his wife—Olivia's beauty was almost the opposite of Emily's, with wavy straw-colored hair and large breasts that always seemed to fill out whatever it was she was wearing—Emily made regular appearances in his fantasies. He was particularly fond of imagining the two of them servicing him together… "How could you do that to Richard?" Olivia sounded to be in a state of shock. "Richard knew all about it," Emily replied calmly. "He was there, watching the whole time." Olivia gasped but said nothing. With her mouth hanging open, she seemed to be rendered speechless. "Neither of us regrets it," Emily continued. "It was a very large amount of money, you know." She shifted her gaze from Olivia to James and back. "The house is a nice perk but more important is the the ability to pursue the careers we chose. You know yourself how hard it can be." Like the two of them, Emily and Richard were trying to make it in the art world. The four of them had all met at the same MFA program. "I'm sorry if I shocked you," Emily said. "Do you want to hear more or shall I drop it?" "It's just so unexpected," James said. "It is," Olivia chimed in apologetically. "We don't mean to be judgmental. We're your friends. You should tell us." Emily nodded. "You might remember the man from the wedding. An slightly older gentleman by the name of Trevor Montgomery?" James vaguely remembered the man. Early 50s or thereabouts, bulky, firm handshake, he spent most of the evening talking to Emily's parents. He barely registered on James' memory of the wedding. "Mr. Montgomery is a very wealthy man who enjoys… this sort of thing. We're not the first couple he had persuaded to agree to something like this." Emily paused. "Once everyone had left, he came up to the bridal suite with us. It started off very awkwardly. I chatted with him aimlessly about the wedding as Rich made us drinks. Eventually, Mr. Montgomery just put his hand around me and brought my lips to his own." Olivia could not restrain herself. "Rich just watched you kiss this man!?" "He did," Emily met her friend's gaze. After a moment, Olivia's outrage subsided and she began to feel sorry. "I didn't mean to be rude," she said. "It's just that…" "I understand," Emily said. "Yes, my husband watched me make out with another man. I'm sure it wasn't easy for him, to watch me kiss this stranger right in front of him. Not only that, Mr. Montgomery ran his hands all over me as we made out, fondling my ass and boobs. "This went on for a few minutes. Afterwards Richard undressed me. It's one of Mr. Montgomery's fetishes—he wanted my husband to undress me and present me to him. "Rich fumbled with my wedding dress for a good long while. When he finally lowered it to the floor, my first instinct was to cover my breasts with my hands. Mr. Montgomery smirked when he saw it and it occurred to me too how ridiculous it was. "Still I was so embarrassed to be standing there, half-nude, in front of this man, on my wedding day of all times. It seemed like forever until Rich took off my stockings and shoes. Finally, my husband lowered my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them. He took my hand and brought me over to Mr. Montgomery, putting my hand in his." "Jesus Christ," Olivia said. It was a little too much. She looked at her husband. "Could you do something like that?" "What happened next?" James ignored his wife's question. "Well… " Emily paused. "I have to explain that Mr. Montgomery is a very dominant man. Throughout the evening, he seemed to delight in humiliating Rich a little. Once I was completely naked, the first thing he wanted to do a cock-comparison picture." "A what?" Olivia asked. "He undressed and told Richard to take off his clothes as well. Once they were both naked, he had me stroke both of their cocks before taking a picture of me with a cock in each hand." "Here," Emily said and handed James her phone. Trying to steady his hands, James took the phone. Olivia looked faintly repulsed but leaned over and they both huddled over the small screen. The picture showed Emily completely naked, although, because it was taken from above, only her breasts were visible. They were c-cups, looking firm and perky; definitely not as large as Olivia's, James thought, but fantastic nonetheless. He had never seen his wife's friend naked. He imagined cupping them. There were indeed two cocks in the picture, both held by Emily. The contrast between them was as stark as could be. The first was as thick as can, whereas the second resembled nothing as much as a carrot; the first was long and meaty, whereas the second seemed to be only half as large. Emily seemed to be almost enthralled by the first one. "Holy shit," Olivia exclaimed. "That's a huge cock." "Isn't it?" Emily smiled. "Yes, Mr. Montgomery turned out to be very well-endowed." She leaned over and looked at the picture. "I was happy to see that Rich was fully erect too. At least he was enjoying the proceedings in his own way. Still, even at full-mast he was no match for Mr. Montgomery." "I've never seen one this big," Olivia said, seemingly mesmerized by the image. Emily smiled again and cast an appraising look at the bulge on James' pants. "Yes, it was quite enormous," she said, taking the phone back. "What happened after you took the picture?" James was eager to change the subject. "Mr. Montgomery laid me down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. He motioned to my husband behind him. Rich's job—poor thing—was to hold my legs in the air as I was being fucked. Mr. Montgomery wanted him to have some part in the proceedings." "My God," Olivia said. "And then he started sliding it into me…" "How did you even take it?" "It hurt at first," Emily admitted. "The first thing I felt was pure pain. I've never had anything that big in me. But after a little while I got used to it. Honestly it felt amazing. Its just… I don't even know how to say it… I've just never been filled like that before." "Did you come?" Olivia gave her friend a tell-me-the-truth look. Emily blushed. "Yes," she said a little sheepishly. "Wow," Olivia said. James noticed his wife's voice lost the harsh tone of condemnation she seemed to have earlier. He even thought he could discern a note of envy; then again perhaps he was imagining it. "I came so many times," Emily went on. "When Mr. Montgomery started pounding me, I became livid. I never screamed so much before. In between the 'oh' and 'ah's, I kept yelling for him not to stop. When he called me a whore, I told him I was his dirty slut and that he could fuck me whenever he wanted. I would have said anything to keep his dick in me. "I came after only a minute of having him inside of me. It was very embarrassing because I ended up squirting my juices all over him. I never squirted before. When my orgasm subsided, my first impulse was to apologize to Rich. I looked my husband in the face—he was blushing very hard and looked a little devastated even as he kept on dutifully holding my legs apart—and said I was sorry, very sorry. I'm not sure if that made it better or worse." Emily looked away. "I never quite realized what I was missing until my wedding night. Ironic isn't it?" "I'm afraid it was very hard for poor Rich," she continued after a slight pause. "But I couldn't help it, you know?" She searched Olivia's eyes for some flicker of sympathy and James was a little miffed to see his wife nod understandingly. "Anyway Rich enjoyed it too," Emily said defensively now. "He must have. He was very hard the entire night." "All I can say is that it was a wild night," she went on. "I lost count of how many times I came. Rich came many times too, though he wasn't allowed to put his dick in me. That was part of the deal—only Mr. Montgomery could fuck me on my wedding night. "But Mr. Montgomery was very nice and always made Rich a part of things. He had the two of us make out as he took me from behind. Or he fucked me sideways while my head was resting on Rich's lap. Things like that. Rich masturbated rather furiously through it all." Emily looked at them uncertainly. "Anyway," she said, "That's the gist of it." "Wow," James said, not quite knowing how to reply. His dick was painfully erect. "And you're happy with it all?" Olivia sounded incredulous. Emily nodded. "The money was very good. Both Rich and I came so many times. I guess we both enjoyed it in different ways." She looked back at the couple. "I told you all this because your wedding is coming up. Do you think you might consider something like this?" "Hell no," James said. "My god, never," Olivia answered simultaneously. Emily smiled. "I guessed as much, but thought I'd ask anyway. If you change your mind, just let me know." — "Can you believe what we just heard?" Olivia asked as their car pulled out of the driveway. "Yeah," James replied. "Holy shit." "I just don't understand how her husband could be okay with that," Olivia said. "No clue. I'm totally speechless." In truth, James was still painfully erect, his mind swimming with thoughts that made ordinary conversation near impossible. He couldn't wait to get home, when he could excuse himself and have a discreet wank somewhere private. — After watching the couple drive away, Emily pulled out her phone and dialed her husband. "We are well on the way to picking up that bonus." "It went well then?" "As well as could be expected. They were shocked of course. But their wedding is not for a month. I think they'll come around." "You sure?" "Olivia's always had a thing for big dicks. She's very prim and proper these days but I think a few stories of our wedding night will bring out her inner slut." "As for James, I used his computer a few years ago, and took a peep at what he had on there… there was a lot of cuckold porn." "Still," Emily continued thoughtfully, "he might need a little more persuading." She paused for a moment. "Speaking of which… Mr. Montgomery called today." There was a silence on the line. "Oh?" Richard said neutrally. "He offered us a half as much for a repeat." "We don't need more money." "We don't," Emily agreed. "Still, it'd good to have. We could buy a beach house. Besides…" She paused again. "… shall I tell you what he has in mind?" "Okay." "Where are you?" "Driving on the highway." "Take out your cock then." There was a sound of a zipper coming undone. "This time he wants to fuck me while I'm wearing my wedding dress. You'll get to be the one holding it all up as he's thrusting into me." There was no reply except the sound of some labored breathing. "He also said he wants to take me doggystyle while I look into your eyes. He wants me to tell you how much better his cock is compared to yours. Thicker. Longer." "That sounds awful," Richard said. "Are you touching yourself?" "Yeah." "He said he's going to fuck me very roughly this time," Emily went on. "He said he will do whatever he wants to me, call me all sorts of dirty names, spank me, use me however he wants. We'd have to agree for me to be his total slut for the evening, no holds barred." Richard didn't reply but Emily could hear the sound of his hand pumping his dick. "Shall I tell him we'll go for it?" There was some more silence. "One condition." "Yes dear?" "If Olivia and James go for it… then I want to fuck her too. It doesn't have to be on their wedding night. But I want to fuck her." Emily gasped. "You want to make love to Olivia?" "She's very pretty, isn't she?" "She is," Emily said. It felt strange to be having this conversation, to talk to her husband about another woman he wanted. "I've always wondered what those breasts of her look like up close. They have to be enormous." It was hardly fair for her to deny her husband this, especially given what he went through—and would go through—if they agreed to Mr. Montgomery's new proposal. She felt a pang of jealousy though, imagining Olivia's big milky tits wrapped around her husband's cock. "I don't want to lose you," she said into the phone, unable to control herself. She did love Rich, more than anything. She had never cheated on him before their wedding night; and if he had told her that under no circumstances were they to agree to Mr. Montgomery's proposal, she would have gone along without question. She simply thought they could have it all, love, money, wild nights of sexual submission. "How can you even worry about that?" Richard said reproachfully. "You know nothing will drive us apart." Emily took a deep breath "Okay," she said, a little calmer now. "I'll call Mr. Montgomery." ----------------------------- Series:White Slaves Resort Author:a_random_user Subtitle:White Slaves Resort Ch. 1 Teaser:A wife signs up for a year of slavery at an African resort Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/white-slaves-resort-ch-01 Published:2011-05-25 The story takes place in 2020, soon after a financial crisis begin a lengthy recession in America, and as the Central African Empire, a loose alliance of warlords which formed in 2015, has taken control of most of the African oil fields. Cast of characters: Dana and Elizabeth were best friends in law school. They moved to different cities after graduation and soon lost touch. Three years later, they agree to have dinner after finding themselves living in the same city. Both women are blond. Dana stands tall at six feet but is relatively flat chested, which her husband Jon doesn't mind; she works out every day and her body is chiseled and athletic. Elizabeth has a more traditional hourglass figure, and has large and firm C-cup breasts; most men who have known her have fantasized about holding them at some point. Dinner is at a multimillion dollar mansion owned by Elizabeth and her husband Stephen. Jon and Dana's curiosity is piqued: the two of them work long hours in the hopes of being made partners someday and live far more modestly. They ask Stephen and Elizabeth how they came to make so much money so quickly. ELIZABETH: Do you mind we tell them, dear? Elizabeth and Stephen exchange glances. Stephen shrugs. STEPHEN: We might as well. ELIZABETH: I earned twenty million dollars by being a prostitute for a year. DANA: A prostitute?! JON: Twenty million dollars? How in the world did you earn so much? STEPHEN: Liz spent a year at an upscale resort in the Central African Empire. We were paid twenty million dollars for a year of her services there. JON: Isn't the CAE one of the poorest countries in the world? ELIZABETH: Sure, the common people are poor. But with the abundant diamonds and the oil, the leaders of the country are the richest people in the world. DANA: Upscale resort… I think I remember reading about a sex resort in the papers that has generated a lot of controversy. ELIZABETH: Most likely it is the same one—the "White Slaves" resort. A popular destination for rich men from all over Africa. DANA: And you…? ELIZABETH: I did whatever the clients asked of me. DANA: Anything? ELIZABETH: Well, almost. There were some ground rules. I had sex with any client who demanded it. But there were a range of things the clients were not allowed to ask for. DANA: Weren't you afraid about diseases? STEPHEN: No. Every man has to go through extensive medical testing before being allowed to be a client of this resort. DANA: No, really, you had sex with hundreds of men? God, are you okay? ELIZABETH: Come on Dana, don't be a prude. It wasn't as difficult as you believe it to be. Is it all that different from any other job? DANA: I don't know… ELIZABETH: I don't regret it for a moment. Sure, it was a challenge, but now the two of us have got enough money to live luxuriously for the rest of our lives. JON: And they really paid you all the money they promised? ELIZABETH: They did. They realize its important to be faithful to their contracts if they want to recruit women for this resort. STEPHEN: In fact, they deposit the money at a Swiss bank account at the beginning of the year. You sign a separate contract with the bank, which agrees to turn the money over to you within a year. DANA: And Stephen, you had no objections to this? STEPHEN: It wasn't ideal, to put it mildly. But given how much money we were going to earn, I agreed. JON: How did you even arrange this? STEPHEN: I found out about it from Ngobo, an African a client of the law firm where both of us used to work. He was a spoiled young brat who thought he was better than everyone else in sight. He had come in to the firm to sign some papers for a case his father—who owns a bunch of mines somewhere in east Africa—and he had somehow found out that both me and Elizabeth were getting laid off. I think one of the senior partners had mentioned to him that the firm was laying off all of its junior lawyers. ELIZABETH: That was at the beginning of the current recession. With the mountain of law debt we had both accumulated, unemployment was a scary prospect. STEPHEN: As he was leaving, he remarked that my wife was quite beautiful. I was put off by the remark, but I thanked him curtly. He pulled out a brochure out of his bag and gave it to me. "Consider this," he said, "I've been in this place and many of the women there are not nearly so beautiful as your wife." Before I could look at the brochure, he turned and left. STEPHEN: His remarks did not make sense to me until I read over the brochure later in my office. At first I was angry, but there was nothing I could do: I certainly couldn't complain to the firm that was laying me off about one of its biggest clients. Not if I wanted a good recommendation from them. ELIZABETH: And I think you were a little excited at the idea, weren't you honey? (Stephen blushes) STEPHEN: I hope the two of you don't mind frank talk about sex. There is no other way to tell this story. DANA: No, not at all. I'm still trying to make sense of it all. Please, tell it like it happened. JON: I agree… we are all modern people, are we not? Hold nothing back. STEPHEN: OK. Yes, I was turned on. It was a long brochure, with lots of pictures of buff black men having sex with beautiful, elegant white women. There were lots of first-person testimonials by women from the resort, recounting the sex acts they performed, and the money they earned. I found my thoughts returning to this brochure over and over. DANA: So what happened next? STEPHEN: I was walking home one day after a failed job interview, when I walked by an adult store. I saw a DVD in the glass window which showed a a blond woman in a business suit standing next to a young black man with his hand around her. On a whim, I went inside and purchased the movie. I intended it for my own viewing, but Liz came across it in the bags I brought in as I was putting stuff away in the kitchen. ELIZABETH: I only saw that it was a porn. I popped it in the TV and went to get Stephen from the kitchen. Nothing like a little afternoon sex to spice things up. I told him I had a surprise for him, took his hand, and led him into the living room, where we were both confronted by the the sight of a well-dressed blond, her skirt bunched around her waist, being pounded by an enormous black dick. DANA: That must have been quite the sight. ELIZABETH: I was shocked at first at how enormous this dick was. We watched porns together from time to time, but I never saw one this big. I was transfixed. Stephen here was quite embarrassed to see his secret porn on the TV. DANA: Oh, I imagine. Jon here was really embarrassed when I walked in on him watching an interracial porn last week. JON: Honey! ELIZABETH: Oh don't worry Jon, we can all be frank with each other. Its very common for white men to have these fantasies. Plus the two of us are already telling you so much, so it seems unfair for you to be reluctant to hide such things for us, no? JON: I suppose so. So what happened next? ELIZABETH: As we stood there, we both found ourselves really turned on. STEPHEN: We ended up having sex as we watched the video. I took Liz doggy style as we both faced the screen. ELIZABETH: We didn't say anything after it was done. I think neither of us was ready to talk honestly about being turned on by it, so we simply acted like there was nothing to talk about. STEPHEN: But when we made love the next time the following day, we watched it again. ELIZABETH: Yes we did. But are the two of you sure you want to hear this? Both Dana and Jon nod. ELIZABETH: OK. Stephen and I were just kissing on the couch. Stephen was making me excited with his gentle kisses, and I found myself reaching for the remote and turning it on again. STEPHEN: This became a pattern: we would make love on the couch in front of the TV with this video on. After we had watched it four or five times, we started getting new ones from the store. DANA: Now Liz, did you have any fantasies of interracial sex before this? ELIZABETH: No, I didn't. JON: Ever had a black boyfriend? ELIZABETH: No, never even found myself attracted to black men before. DANA: Then why were you so turned on at this? ELIZABETH: It was the power play involved. This enormous muscular and very trashy young black man in his late teens giving a hard pounding to a sophisticated white woman in her thirties. She looked like she could be a successful professional, perhaps a lawyer in my firm. You can see she is in a little bit of pain from trying to fit him in her, but she is also enjoying it. She must be excited at being used and fucked so roughly by a powerful man. DANA: And what turns you on about this Stephen? STEPHEN: Its hard to describe the feelings this provokes in me. The thought of a beautiful woman, someone like Liz but a little bit older, someone I might have been interested in if I were single choosing to give herself instead to a young thuggish looking black man—that makes me really jealous. But its a jealousy that somehow leads to being turned on. I can't explain it. JON: And how did this progress? STEPHEN: One day, we were visiting my parents; we didn't have our porn tapes. We were both horny and had to resort to dirty talking. ELIZABETH: We went up to Stephen's old room after the evening with his family was over. We were both very excited, and Stephen had me riding his dick in no time. My thoughts turned to the videos—I kept thinking about that enormously thick black cock pounding a tight pussy, those muscular black hands reaching under he clothes and cupping her bountiful white breasts—when I just blurted out. "You'd love it if you were watching me fuck a black guy right now, wouldn't you?" He didn't reply, but I could feel his dick get very hard inside of me. That was the encouragement I need, so I kept on talking dirty. I said I loved him, but I really wanted to cheat on him with a well hung black man. "It isn't really cheating if you are watching honey, is it?" After I said that, Stephen shot his load inside of me. STEPHEN: After I came, Liz gave me a loving kiss and went to the bathroom. I found myself replaying her words in my head and getting hard. I took the brochure I was given; a whole month had passed since that day. To be honest, I had brought it along so that I could masturbate while I read it. On a whim, I showed it to Liz when she came out of the bathroom. ELIZABETH: I remembered Ngobo—I handled a few cases for that brat—and now I found out he was lusting after me the whole time. The little bitch had also told my husband that I should sell my body! DANA: Were you mad? ELIZABETH: Very. But then Stephen told me to imagine saying YES to this offer, to imagine myself getting used by many powerful and rich black men, and suddenly, I found myself getting excited. STEPHEN: We had really intense sex again. From that point on, we would talk dirty about this resort every time we had sex. JON: How did you go from that to actually going through with it? ELIZABETH: A couple of months later, the thought did not seems so horrible. We had talked dirty about it so much that it began to seem like something not entirely outside the realm of possibility. STEPHEN: We had many honest conversations about it. We are both very secure about our marriage, and we love each other very much. ELIZABETH: I couldn't imagine a life without Stephen. STEPHEN: But we also accept each other as we are. There is no point in getting angry at each others fetishes. ELIZABETH: For example, Dana, how do you feel about about Jon's interracial porn? DANA: Well, I thought about it, and I suppose its not so bad for him to enjoy the things that turn him on. ELIZABETH: That's a good attitude to have. We feel the same way: we have the fetishes that we have. Where we go with them is up to us. STEPHEN: A couple of months later some new trouble with our loans came up. Neither of us had found a job due to the recession, and we had two law school debts in addition to a hefty mortgage. We would have had to sell our house and move out just to cover part of the debt. ELIZABETH: As we were talking about our financial options—moving in with our families, both of us working two crappy jobs to pay the loans—I turned to Stephen and said, "Would it really be so bad if I spent a year at this resort?" JON: Holy crap. Stephen, that must have been a shock. STEPHEN: It was, but not entirely unexpected. To be honest, I was thinking the same thing, but was afraid to say it. ELIZABETH: He just looked at me blankly and I continued. "We both get turned on by the idea. You know our marriage is rock solid and nothing will ever come between us. Is it really so bad if I have a lot of meaningless sex for a year?" STEPHEN: I thought about how comfortable our life would be with twenty million dollars, and said "Perhaps not so bad. But could you handle it?" ELIZABETH: I said that I put myself through law school while working part-time; of course I can handle it. But, I added, can you Stephen? STEPHEN: I said I could. To be honest, I was a little horny at this point, and probably should have thought about this more. JON: Really? You were uncertain at this stage? STEPHEN: Yes. I think I could handle the thought of Liz having meaningless sex. But the brochure I got also specified that some clients liked the experience of having the husband there while they had sex wit the wife. That gave me pause. DANA: Oh my god! That sounds horrible. JON: So you flew down to the resort too? STEPHEN: Yes. I had my part to play in Liz's year of whoredom. Some of the clients liked to have me there during their sessions with Liz. It was… a challenge. But also a turn on. ELIZABETH: For me as well. A challenge because I hate hurting or humiliating Stephen. A turn on because it made my submission to a powerful black man complete. STEPHEN: We created Liz's portfolio that very night. JON: Portfolio? STEPHEN: Yes. We needed to email an application with pictures of Liz to the White Slaves resort. ELIZABETH: Honey, why don't you get the pictures and show them to our guests so that they see what you mean? Stephen walks out of the room and comes back with a folder containing: - A picture of Elizabeth in a silver evening gown, her blond hair in a bun behind her back. - A picture of Elizabeth in a little black dress tightly hugging her body, her hair down. - Elizabeth smiling at the camera in a red cocktail dress, her hair fluttering in the wind. - A picture of Elizabeth walking in a bikini, taken at the local beach. - Elizabeth posing sexily in a flight attendant costume. The uniform gives a hint of her abundant top, but no more. - Elizabeth in semi-transparent lingerie. She is looking at a TV, on which its possible to make out a black man having sex with a white woman. Her hand is inside her panties and her face betrays a look of unadulterated joy. - A picture of Stephen and Elizabeth at their wedding, the happy bride and groom. Dana and Jon look the pictures over. DANA: Holy crap, a wedding picture? STEPHEN: That was in the brochure—all married applicants must include a wedding picture. JON: You look very beautiful in these Elizabeth. ELIZABETH: Thank you Jon. JON: But no nudes? STEPHEN: No. We decided our best strategy would be to tease whoever would be looking at them. DANA: You were right. I can't imagine anyone looking at these pictures without being filled with the desire to posses you Liz. ELIZABETH: Thank you my dear. We did receive a phone call only several hours after we emailed the pictures. A week later, we were on a plane to Paris, and then to Johannesburg, and soon we walked off the tarmac in the Central African Empire. JON: So what was it like? Did everything go as you expect? Were there any nasty surprised? STEPHEN: It seems to be getting late, and this is a long story. Perhaps we'll finish telling you the story the next time the two of you are over. ELIZABETH: Yes, its been great having the two of you over. To be honest, it feels good to tell this to someone. You were my best friend in law school Dana, and if I was going to tell someone, I'd want it to be you. We absolutely must have you over again, and then we'll tell you how the story continues. ----------------------------- Series:White Slaves Resort Author:a_random_user - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Subtitle:White Slaves Resort Ch. 2 Teaser:Elizabeth and Stephen arrive at the resort Category:Interracial Love URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/white-slaves-resort-ch-02 Published:2011-06-26 A week later, Jon and Dana are spending the evening at Stephen and Elizabeth's mansion again. After catching up over dinner, Jon is the first to broach the subject. JON: I hope you don't mind telling us more about your time at the resort. ELIZABETH: We were wondering when you were going to ask. We don't mind, do we Stephen? STEPHEN: Not at all. DANA: So what happened first when you arrived? STEPHEN: Our first conversation was the supervisor of the resort—an attractive African woman in her mid thirties named Amaka—who outlined the ground rules for us. ELIZABETH: There were cameras and microphones everywhere. The management of the resort would be constantly watching us and recording us. We, as well as the clients, would be punished for any violation of the rules. The main rule was that I had to agree to do whatever any of the clients asked for—unless it broke some very specific rules. I would not be asked have sex with minors. No scat of any kind. Some pain was allowed; the clients could spank me if they so chose, but nothing that would leave a permanent mark. Aside from these exceptions, I was obligated to let anyone use my body in any way they wished. And certainly they could say whatever they wanted to me, no matter how degrading. STEPHEN: I also had to do anything asked for by the clients—except for anything gay. ELIZABETH: Workday was noon to ten, five days a week. We were allowed to spend the rest of the time as we wished. STEPHEN: But things weren't so bad for me as I thought they might be. Amaka explained that for the time when we were apart every day due to Liz's work, the resort would provide a selection of African prostitutes for me. "All clean and well-tested," she said. DANA: Gosh Liz, how did that make you feel? ELIZABETH: Shocked."I suspect you will like them," Amaka said to Stephen, "they are well trained in the art of pleasing men. They cannot compare with the beauty of a white blonde, but they are skillful with their bodies, and especially their mouths." I didn't realize Stephen was going to cheat on me. But after a moment's reflection I realized, given everything, how unfair it would be for me to feel wronged. STEPHEN: Yes, given how much sex you were going to be having, it seems fair that I should get some too. JON: And did you like them Stephen? STEPHEN: Yes. Many of them were quite beautiful, and they were all so submissive, ready to do anything you asked for at a moment's notice. The thought of Liz getting fucked made me horny during the day, and it was always nice to have a beautiful black girl ready to deep throat your cock and let you unload whenever you wished. DANA: Lets get back to your meeting with the supervisor. What happened next? ELIZABETH: Amaka next explained that we had to a film a video for her. "Our Empire is always accused of sex slavery by the western press. Just in case you decide to make false accusations later, I need the two of you to make a video which will prove that you are doing this consensually.'' STEPHEN: She called in a woman who mounted a camera in front of us, and turned her computer screen to face us. She was going to type things on her screen which we would say in front of the camera as if they were our own words. ELIZABETH: I began to read the lines. At first, she had me say that I had voluntarily agreed to serve as a whore in the White Slaves resort. The reason, she had me say, was that I admired black men so much and found them so arousing that I wanted to fuck as many of them as I could over the course of a year and paid paid for it. STEPHEN: Amaka then had me say that I enjoyed watching my wife fuck blacks, and that I hoped I would have many opportunities to watch her do it. Then, following the instructions on the screen, I put my hand around Liz, told her "I can't wait to see a black dick in your pussy," and kissed her passionately. ELIZABETH: Both of us were pretty aroused at this point. As we were kissing, Amaka picked up her phone, and shortly afterward someone else walked into the room. STEPHEN: A black man in his early twenties with a very toned body. ELIZABETH: We broke our kiss and I took a look at him. He was a very good looking man—really, a black Adonis, if that makes any sense; he was dressed in only his underwear. Amaka motioned him to sit next to me and asked if I found him attractive. I could only nod. He took my hand and kissed it. "I am Benjamin," he said. "And I find you very beautiful as well." STEPHEN: Amaka then said, "Don't you think Benjamin is an attractive black man Stephen?" I cleared my throat and said yes. To be honest, I didn't know how I felt about this. I knew it would happen of course, but it doesn't mean I felt like seeing it right there and then. On the other hand, my dick was certainly really hard. I read the next line Amaka had typed: "I'd like to watch the two of you kiss." DANA: You kissed him right there in front of your husband? I mean I knew you were going to have sex, but kissing… ELIZABETH: I did. My lips met his a moment later. He was a good kisser, and soon our tongues were intertwined. I couldn't help but run my hands all over his chest as we made out. JONATHAN: Was that difficult to watch Stephen? STEPHEN: At that point, I was incredibly aroused. I couldn't think about anything except how incredibly hot it was. ELIZABETH: Amaka motioned to Benjamin and he broke the kiss. She typed something new for me, and I turned to Stephen and said "Honey, Benjamin is a very good kisser." STEPHEN: I looked over and saw my new instruction. I took Liz by the hand, raised her to her legs, and said to Benjamin "I would like to present my wife to you." Liz was wearing a blouse, which I slowly unbuttoned, and a skirt which I pulled down. I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then I pulled down her panties. ELIZABETH: I stood there just in my shoes in front of all of them. STEPHEN: I looked to see what my new instruction was. it was a difficult one, but I went through with it. I took Benjamin's right hand and put it on Liz's right breast, took his left hand slid it into her vagina, and pulled them both together for a kiss. Then I sat back down. ELIZABETH: Aren't you leaving out something honey? Stephen blushed. ELIZABETH: If we're telling the story, we must tell the whole truth darling. STEPHEN: Right. In fact, I was so turned on that I pulled out my dick and started masturbating. DANA: Oh my god, really Stephen? I understand that you are doing this for money, but why were you turned on by this? STEPHEN: I don't know. There was just a lot of erotic energy to the whole scene. DANA: And you were turned on too Liz? ELIZABETH: I was, maybe even more than Stephen. The power dynamics of it were overwhelming. Here I was, being fondled and kissed by a powerful black man. Meanwhile, my own husband—the man who is supposed to protect me—has delivered me to this man to use me as he pleased. I couldn't help but be turned on. I know that me and Stephen planned this together. But when Stephen undressed me and invited this muscular black to do whatever he wanted with me—well, that made Benjamin seem so powerful. I was very turned on by our submission. Benjamin was, in fact, quite good with his hands. They must train them very well at that resort. His hands touched my clit expertly, and in only a minute or so I had an orgasm right there as I was kissing him. STEPHEN: I was expecting them to have sex. But here I saw that Liz was so turned on she came just from having her clit fondled by this guy. That was too much for me, and I had an orgasm too. ELIZABETH: When Amaka saw that we both came, she motioned to Benjamin, who got up and left without saying a word. She had all she needed if the need came to demonstrate that we agreed to it voluntarily. DANA: Aren't you afraid that the tape will wind up on the internet? ELIZABETH: Not really, no. A lot of rich African businessmen and politicians go to this resort. None of them want tapes of their activities out there. One leak, and the resort will find itself immediately out of clients. STEPHEN: They gave us a copy of the tape, and we do enjoy watching it from time to time. ELIZABETH: Amaka was very happy with us. She expected it to be harder to make both of us come, but we made her job easy for her. She gave us the rest of the day off; I would start work on the next day. In a few minutes, when we had made our way to our room and were alone, I started to apologize. I felt guilty being so turned on by Benjamin. But Stephen didn't even let me speak. He threw me on the body and fucked me, over and over again. STEPHEN: It was quite a turn on to watch my wife orgasm at the touch of another man. I think I fucked Liz six or seven times. ELIZABETH: Yes, honey, you were insatiable that night. JON: So Liz when was the first time you actually had sex with another man? ELIZABETH: That was the next day. STEPHEN: We both received instructions to wear formal attire the next evening. Amaka sent down a white evening gown for Liz—it was strapless and clung tightly to her body. She looked gorgeous in it. ELIZABETH: We were to take part in a dinner that was instrumental to some negotiations going on to end a war somewhere. They were five black men sitting a table, arguing over a map. Besides us, there were four other white couples there. STEPHEN: All of them had arrived at the resort around the same time we did. We were to grow to be close friends with these people over the course of a year. ELIZABETH: I should tell you who they were. Rachel, a dark-haired Jewish girl, was a lawyer like me. Her dress showed ample cleavage and hinted at a very firm bust. Kim was a cute, tall Korean girl, a doctor from Toronto. Her husband was white. Anne was tall brunette. She taught math in a college in New York, and volunteered to teach math at various high schools in the area. Julia was a blonde like me. She was the oldest of us, perhaps in her mid-thirties. Before coming here, she was part of the management of a New England pharmaceutical. I later found out she was doing this to raise the capital to start her own company. STEPHEN: Amaka introduced all of us, and then introduced the black men sitting at the table. I forget their names. Two of them were in their sixties; they were ambassadors from different countries squabbling over a piece of land. The other three were much younger- early twenties at the most—and they were more junior members of the diplomatic staffs of the two countries. ELIZABETH: The evening began normally enough. They put away their maps, and we all made chitchat and sat down to dinner. STEPHEN: Except all of the black guys were very brazen about staring at the women and complementing them. All of the men got told multiple times how lucky we were to have such beautiful wives. They asked each of the women whether they ever had a black boyfriend (all said no) and whether they parents would be upset if they did (they all denied it). ELIZABETH: After dinner was over, one of the ambassadors cleared his throat. He said he asked Amaka to set up this dinner because he was curious how the husbands felt about making their wives sexually available. "I've been to this resort many times," he said, "and I've sampled many of the beautiful women here. I've sampled some in front of their husbands even; but I've never had the chance to talk to any of the husbands at length. All of you are married to beautiful women, and I anticipate fucking each of your wives many times of the course of the upcoming year. How do you feel about the fact that your wives will be used by me, as well as many other black men?" DANA: Wow that must have been awkward. STEPHEN: Yeah, we all sort of looked at each other awkwardly. Then the ambassador said "I'm told almost all of you actually get turned on by this. Is this actually true?" ELIZABETH: I think all the husbands were blushing at this stage. And then he turned to you dear, didn't he? STEPHEN: Yes, he looked at me and said "Now you—the busty blonde's husband—I understand yesterday you got off watching your wife get fingered by one of the men on staff here." DANA: That must have been embarrassing. STEPHEN: Yes, I didn't quite know what to say. I stammered that it was a turn on to watch Liz enjoy herself. "But weren't you jealous?" he said. I said that I was, but that I also enjoying letting go and being reduced to a mere spectator. ELIZABETH: Then he turned to Kim and her husband (whose name was Michael) and said "Now, both of you have a special story that led you to this resort, don't you? Why don't you tell all of us." They looked at each other—it was clear that they didn't really want to tell this—but all of us were now waiting to hear it. Kim said that the she had quite a traditional upbringing. She was a doctor working at a university, and the first time she saw a black dick was a year or so ago when she was giving a monthly checkup to a football player. He was a very large and muscled black teenager, and when he took off his clothes she saw that his dick was much bigger than any dick she had seen before. It was much, much bigger than her husbands She purposefully kept the patient nude for a long time just to get a really good look at it. She felt deliciously naughty and once he was gone she rubbed herself to orgasm. Later she confessed all this to her husband. It wasn't a big deal between them, since they frequently remarked to each other how other people were attractive, and surely this wasn't all that different. Kim's husband Michael ended up being really turned on by Kim's desire, and suggested Kim go just a tiny bit further with it. He told her she should schedule a follow up visit with this football player. She would dress sexy that day—a short skirt, a low-cut blouse. She would plant a hidden camera in the room where she was to examine him, and under some pretext she would put her hands all over his dick. Michael didn't want her to go all the way and have sex, but he wanted some snapshots of Kim stroking a big black dick in her hands. STEPHEN: It almost went according to plan. After Kim recited up some bullshit about an exam that required her to touch his dick, the player smiled and told her to go ahead. Once her hands were around his dick, she found herself getting hornier and hornier and she couldn't resist stroking it. At that point, the football player said "I know that this is about" and took her into her arms and kissed her. She was helpless and found herself kissing him back. And right then someone else—a nurse—walked in on them. Kim ended up losing her job and, with a mountain of medical school debt, decided to come to the resort. ELIZABETH: Next, they turned to the teacher, Anne. They asked Anne all sorts of uncomfortable questions about her students. They asked her if she fantasized about any of them, and she said she didn't. They asked if any of her students were attractive, and she said yes. They asked if any of the attractive ones were black, and she hesitated, but when they asked her if she found black men unattractive because she is racist, she said yes, some of her black students were attractive. They asked her to describe some of them, and she looked hesitantly at her husband, and then described a senior in one of her school classes named DeShawn. STEPHEN: Then they started asking Mark—that's Anne's husband—if he was turned on by the thought of his wife having sex with others. At first he was noncommittal, but then they really pressed him, telling him he must be at least somewhat turned on since he was in this resort after all. When he admitted it, they told him to take his wife's hand and tell her that he would like to watch her have sex with DeShawn, which he reluctantly did. DANA: Oh my god! It sounds like they really enjoyed humiliating you. ELIZABETH: They did. I think that was why they came to the resort in the first place—not just for the sex, but to enjoy the power of making us and our husbands do whatever they wanted. STEPHEN: Then the ambassador said he wanted to see our reactions for himself. "I want to see how all of you react watching your wives." ELIZABETH: He took my hand and said "why don't you sit on my lap dear." As I did, he pulled down the fabric of my gown, exposing the my breasts to everyone. His fingers reached for my nipples and played with them. STEPHEN: At this point, each of the black men took one of the white wives in hand and sat her down onto his lap. The other ambassador picked Julia, and the young men took their pick of the remaining three. It wasn't long until all the women were topless, their dresses pulled down, each making out with the black man on whose lap she sat. All the women were soon moaning with pleasure. JON: How did they look topless? STEPHEN: Beautiful. Especially Rachel, whose breasts were large and firm and looked delicious being fondled by a pair of dark hands. DANA: And what did all the husbands do? STEPHEN: All of us had our dicks out and were masturbating at this point. Michael (Kim's husband) did it first and then the rest of us followed suit. I was really turned on watching the ambassador stick his tongue in Liz's mouth, even as one of his hands played with her nipple and the other disappeared up the folds of her skirt. After a while, the ambassador noticed that all of us had our pricks out. "Well, my curiosity is satisfied I suppose." he remarked. "Its time we got some privacy." The black men took all our wives and led them to a cluster of rooms adjoining the dining room. Each of the women disappeared along with her man into one of the rooms. DANA: And then? STEPHEN: Then we sat there while they fucked our wives. JON: Wow. Was that difficult? STEPHEN: Yes, but also very exciting. As we sat there, we heard the sounds of their fucking. The moans of all our wives sort of blended into one. ELIZABETH: Oh I'm sorry honey… was I loud? STEPHEN: Yes, you were dear. I could make out the sounds of your squirming. ELIZABETH: Its just that the ambassador was so well hung. Once he slid his cock inside of me, it felt really good. I'm sorry darling but I forgot all about you… as far as I was concerned, it was just me with that giant black cock. STEPHEN: Well at least you weren't as bad as Kim. At one point, we heard her shouting "Oh my God I've never been fucked like that before." Her husband turned a bright shade of red. DANA: You could hardly blame her though. STEPHEN: Perhaps. Soon, one of the doors opened and Kim emerged with one of the young men. She was totally naked except for her high heels, and cum was leaking out of her vagina down her legs. She walked over to her husband and said "I"m sorry honey, I got a little overexcited there. But it looks like I'm done for tonight, and if we go to our room maybe I can make it up for you?" They kissed and set off. As they were leaving, she turned back to the four of us and said "It was nice to meet you all." ELIZABETH: Meanwhile, the young man who was done with Kim opened the door to my room. DANA: He just walked in on you? ELIZABETH: Yes. He watched me getting fucked for a few moments. I was on all fours on the bed and the ambassador was doing me from behind. His dick was filling me up so nicely, and he hands were constantly fondling my breasts. Then the young man said "Your excellency, Ibo is looking for someone to double team the Jew girl. If you are interested I am tired of the oriental whore, and I'm eager to play with this blonde's tits." ELIZABETH: The ambassador smiled and slid out of me. "I did fancy face-fucking that Jew slut," he remarked as he exited the room. The young man got behind me and said "Lets see how you compare to the Asian slut " I cried out with pleasure as he slid into me in one quick motion. STEPHEN: I think all of us heard that. The ambassador left the door open. ELIZABETH: Oh I'm so sorry honey! I really was very horny. The young man's cock—his name was Ibo, as I would find out when he fucked me on other occasions—was even bigger than the ambassador's. It truly was a monster snake. DANA: You must have been really turned on. ELIZABETH: Yes, I was. This man just walked in and fucked me, right after he defiled a beautiful Korean professional while her husband meekly listened. There was just something so deliciously submissive in that. DANA: I have to admit, it does sound delicious to be reduced low and had by a powerful man. ELIZABETH: And this was right after dinner when all of us white wives were utterly humiliated along with our husbands. All of us were made to submit and serve them as if they were superior. I felt really ashamed, not just for myself, but for Stephen, and for the other couples there who had let this be done to them. But this sense of shame only fed my submission and made me horny. And It didn't hurt that Ibo was so well hung. DANA: How hung? Elizabeth makes a gesture in the air. ELIZABETH: About this tall and this thick. DANA: Oh my god? Jon, did you see that? That's enormous. I wonder what it would be like to have something that size inside of me. ELIZABETH: It just filled me up in a way I haven't felt before. I can't even count the orgasms I had before he shot his load into me. After he did, he slapped my ass and said "I think you've got yourself a repeat customer" and walked out. DANA: Wow. ELIZABETH: I was exhausted. I just lay on the bed and after a while I went out to Stephen in the dining room. STEPHEN: It was just me and Rachel's husband then. ELIZABETH: I did catch a peak of Rachel through a crack in her door. She was on all fours, being facefucked roughly by the ambassador, as a young black was taking her from behind. From her groans, it seemed like she was enjoying herself. It felt really delicious to be walking out to Stephen in front of Rachel's husband with a black man's cum in my cunt. But I reflected that his wife was used even more than I was tonight. DANA: How did you feel Stephen? STEPHEN: Really, really horny. ELIZABETH: Yes, you took me up to our room and fucked many times, didn't you? STEPHEN:… while you told me all the details of being used by the ambassador and Ibo. DANA: Wow, both of you guys got off on that? ELIZABETH: Yes. Stephen especially liked hearing about Ibo's dick and how much bigger it was than his own. DANA: Really, you got off on that? STEPHEN: It was just really exciting to think of of Elizabeth being taken by a monster cock of that size. ELIZABETH: Jon, how would you feel at watching Dana here take a black dick that big? JON: Eh, I'm not sure to be honest enough. ELIZABETH: Fair enough. STEPHEN: Well, its getting late now. Perhaps we should continue this story another time. JON: Yes, but just one more thing. Would the two of you mind letting us have a copy of that tape you made on your first day? DANA: Jon! Stephen and Elizabeth exchange a glance. STEPHEN: Sure. We've had some pretty hot sex watching it and we don't mind if you do the same. ELIZABETH: I imagine the two of you will get turned on seeing me orgasm after getting fingered by a black guy as Stephen looks on. JON: Thanks, to both of you. And we'd love to come over again sometime and hear the rest of your story. ----------------------------- Title:Wife Makes Some Money Author:a_random_user Teaser:Stewardess wife prostitutes herself on the job Category:Loving Wives URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/wife-makes-some-money Published:2010-02-22 My wife Nicole is a stewardess. The pay is OK and the hours are pretty lousy. Recently, though, Nicole has been bringing in some serious money. She has started dressing as sexy as she can in her airline uniform. She tries to wear the shortest skirt showing as much leg as she can, and she leaves her neck open showing just a hint of cleavage. Whenever she sees a man sitting alone in first class, she tries to give him as many glipses of her chest as possible—bending over while pouring him coffee, and other such stuff. She chats him up as much as possible, and at a safe moment during the flight sits down next to him and makes conversation. After a few minutes, during which the man will catch minute glimpses of the tops of her breasts, and no doubt steal some glimpses at her crossed legs, she will make her move. she will suggest they spend some time in the back of the airplane. You know, a trip in first class may easily cost thousands of dollars. She'll offer him a nice blow job for a thousand and will let him fuck her in the airplane bathroom for two grand. There's a credit card machine on the plane that allows the airline company to charge the passenger extra fees—and she uses it to make them pay right then and there. She tells me about all of her encounters, usually as she rides my hard cock. Right nowshe's telling me about the latest guy—a black guy who looked like he was in his thirties. "You know, honey, I wasn't going to do it—you know I think blacks are repulsive and gross—but he started flirting with me first. So two minutes after I sat next to him, he puts his hand on my leg. I told him three times my regular price—and he agreed. Honey, he paid me six grand for a fuck!" "Oh honey he really banged me hard against the door of that plane bathroom. His cock was huge and he plunged it pretty deep in me. He unbuttoned my blouse and was rougly groping my breasts the whole time. I kept telling him to slow down but he just kept fucking me hard." At this point, I couldn't hold myself and shot inside of her. She buckled gently on top of me, and started slowly riding me again. "Finally, he came. I disposed of the condom and escorted him back to his seat—which he took only after groping me on the ass in full view of all the other passengers." I felt myself getting hard again. "So he calls me over in a few minutes and makes another proposal. It turns out his son is sitting in economy—and he'll pay me to blow the son." "How old was the son?" "He was young, honey. The father said he was in his first year of college." "Did you agree to it?" "Not at first, but we agreed on six grand again. I took the son to an empty row of seats at the end of the plane and slid his cock into my mouth." My cock was hard again and she was sliding up and down on it. "Did you like it?" "A little bit at first, but then not at all. The son was a total asshole. He kept pushing me down on his cock hard. I tried to stop him, but he just forced my head down on it. He kept on muttering - I didn't understand what he was saying—you know I can't understand the way black people talk—but I'm pretty sure he kept saying slut, whore, fucktoy. He was really raping my mouth. Finally, he shot hisload all over my face." "You must have been ashamed of how you looked" "I couldnt let the other stewardess see me. I cleaned myself up with a towel and led him back to his seat." "Now honey, don't be mad, but I have to leave tonight. You see, this man's father is having a 75'th birthday party tonight. I am going to be his present. Here is a picture of him—take a look." she showed my a picture of a homeless-looking old black guy with a goatee. "Now don't look at me like that dear—he offered my ten grand to let this man slide his cock into me. Apparently, the grandpa has never had a white woman. Just think, honey, ten grand! Do you want to pick out my dress for tonight?" ----------------------------- Title:Wife Wants Me to Cheat Author:a_random_user Teaser:Wife explains some cheating is needed for a healthy marriage Category:Fetish URL:http://www.literotica.com/s/wife-wants-me-to-cheat-ch-01 Published:2011-01-29 "Honey, there is something we need to talk about." "Right now?" I was comfortably sprawled out on our bed, and my wife was on her knees at my feet, rubbing my dick through my pants. I was obviously eager to postpone the conversation. "Yes, honey, right now." We had just come home from dinner with her cousin Juni, who is visiting us from Japan for a week. Juni and my wife had grown up together in Tokyo, but they had not seen each other in some years since my wife went to graduate school in the states and married me. Juni is quite beautiful and extremely intelligent. This is her first time in the US, but her English is extremely good, and we discovered that the three of us actually had many of the same interests in common—books, movies, and so on. We stayed out late having an engaging conversation. I really enjoyed looking at my wife and Juni side by side. My wife Maeko has long flowing hair, but Juni keeps her cut short and professional—all part of the effort to get the conservative management at her company to take her ideas seriously. My wife loves casual dresses, but Juni, I noticed, is always in business wear. They were both very beautiful and sexy in their own ways, and I was quite turned on now that we came home. The fact that my wife was rubbing my dick was not helping either. "Now you just let me talk honey," Maeko said, making sure both her hands were moving around the whole outline of my dick, "and enjoy being rubbed, ok?" "Ok," I said. "Now I told you before that Japanese women often take a pragmatic attitude towards cheating. We know that men are constantly turned on by many women, and this doesn't stop because a man marries one woman." "I, on the other hand, have no desire to make love to anyone but you. But I know that you, being a typical man, want to have sex with many different women, not just me." "In my culture, this is something that we accept as natural. I will not ask you to try to contain your desires as so many American women do. Rather, I want you to be completely satisfied in every sense. I know I will always be the one you love, and this doesn't mean you can't desire others sexually." "This is why I have never tried to stop you from watching porn, and indeed I am always very turned on to blow you while you watch it. You should let me do it more often honey. I absolutely love it when you get excited by the action on screen and start fucking my mouth really hard. I love it when I stop going up and down your dick and merely strain to take as much of it in my mouth as I can during a rough facefuck." "This is also why, for your birthday, I took you to a strip club and watched you get a lapdance from that blonde stripper, remember? She was quite stunning, wasn't she? And you remember when we got home? You were so horny. As soon as we went through the door, you had to have me. You ripped my clothes off, threw me on the couch, and stuffed your big dick inside my little cunt." "And then remember after you came inside of me? I brought your dick to life again, didn't I? While you were still inside me, I asked you if you'd rather it was that blonde stripper fucking you, not me. Without waiting for your answer, I told you it would be quite a turn on for me, and you perked up to attention, didn't you? I proceeded to tell you to imagine it is her, riding your dick, and begging you ejaculate inside of her. I even told you to call me by her name—what was it? April, I think? It wasn't long until you shot another load into me." "But honey, now I'm starting to be concerned. Its been almost a year since we got married, and despite these erotic games of ours—which I've enjoyed immensely—you have not actually fucked another woman. I'm concerned that you are accumulating sexual frustration. I know you won't be faithful forever, and I'm worried that your sexual desire will explode after years of suppression. You might even mistake the release of so much sexual frustration for love." She moved up my body and kissed me, all the while still rubbing me with one hand. "What do you think of Juni?" she asked. "She is quite pretty, isn't she?" "Yes," I groaned, "she is incredibly sexy." I thought my wife was about to play the same game as with the blonde stripper—telling me to imagine I was fucking Juni as a way to let out my sexual frustration. But Maeko gave me a quick peck on the lips, got off the bed and went out the bedroom door. A minute later, she came back holding Juni by her hand. "Now, honey, the two of us talked about this earlier, and Juni thinks you are very sexy too. She would love to spend the night with you." I was speechless for a moment. The girls shared a glance, and Juni spoke up. "Like my cousin said, it would be my pleasure to spend the night with you. I think you are really attractive, and very intelligent. Besides," she smiled, "it is my duty to do anything to make my cousin's marriage stronger." "Also," my wife piped in, "Juni is quite sexually frustrated, isn't she? She has not had sex in over a year." Juni nodded. "Its hard to find a man in Japan who would respect me. Most men are looking for housewives, and are intimidated by anyone with a career." "I think you are very beautiful Juni," I said, recovering my voice. "If I were not already married, I would be really interested in you. It would be a dream come true to be your lover." The women smiled. Maeko walked over to me and took my hand. "I really want to watch the two of you kiss," she said. She led me to stand before Junie. I took Juni in my arms and softly put my lips to her. "You should be naked," said Maeko. "God, keep kissing. I will remove your clothes." She unbuttoned Juni's blouse and gently slid it off. Her pants came next, then my pants, and my shirt. We started french kissing as we pressed our bodies against each other. Juni's hand found itself on my briefs, slowly stroking the outline of my cock. Meanwhile Maeko unbuttoned Juni's bra. As she slid it off, she took my hand and put it on one of Juni's breasts. They were such wonderful breasts—elegant C cups, sizable without being too large—and Juni softly moaned as I ran my hands all over them. Maeko took of my briefs next, putting Juni's hand over my dick as she did so. "He likes a slow handjob that goes all the way to the base of his cock," she said, and Juni comjplied, slowly squeezing her hand and moving it over my dick—it felt divine. Finally, Maeko slid down Juni's panties and put my hand on her clit, which I started gently rubbing. Maeko then disappeared in the bathroom and reappeared a minute later with some lube. Meanwhile, our kissing had grown more passionate, and Juni's handjob of my dick had grown quicker. "Ok, time for the next step," Maeko said as she took Juni by the hand and lay her on the bed. She spent a minute lubing up her pussy. After she was done, she gave me a quick deep-throating, to get my cock to its maximum hardness, and led me over and slipped my dick into Juni's cunt, which was just the right amount of slippery and rough at this point. Both me and Juni groaned with pleasure. I slid the full length of my dick in her, and she wrapped her legs around me. I started fucking her harder and harder. "Yes, yes," she groaned, "fuck me hard! I am really your whore now!" Maeko lied down next to us on the bed and masturbated while she watched us. Her eyes kept moving from my dick, pumping in and out of Juni's cunt, to the whole scene of our bodies intertwining, to our faces which were gently kissing each other. Soon I could hear her having an orgasm. After she came, Maeko sat on her knees behind me and started rubbing my dick as it was coming in and out of Juni's cunt. She put her lips on the base of my dick and started licking it. It felt divine. Between Juni's tight cunt squeezing on my dick and Maeko's rubbing and licking, I was soon unable to take it any more, and I groaned and shot my load inside Juni's cunt. Maeko got a warm, wet towel and washed me and Juni as we cuddled. Later, when we were all falling asleep in our bed, Juni said "Cousin, I hope you will let me fuck your sexy husband again. I need to get that large and thick dick in me more before I go back to Japan." "Of course, cousin," Maeko said, "I think my husband needs some repeats before he is completely satisfied. But you will have to agree to some of our conditions. First, I want to record the two of you fucking." "You will not show the tape to anyone though?" "No, rest assured, no one. It would just be for us. Another thing: there's several sexual fantasies we've talked dirty about have that you can help us fulfill." "Yes," I piped in. "I've often fantasized about getting a double blowjob from two girls. I'd also like to bend both of you over a desk and take turns fucking each of you from behind. Its very exciting for me to think about my dick going from one pussy to the next." "I would love to help you do all that. Thank you so much, cousin, for giving me the opportunity to be a lover for your husband." "No, Cousin, thank you for helping make my marriage stronger," Maeko said, and they shared a hug. "As for you-" she turned to look at me "-honey, I feel you need to accept your desires more instead of suppressing them. Just because you are married to me does not mean you can't fuck lots and lots of other women. I know you will never stop loving me, and will always desire me sexually, even if—actually, because—you also desire other women besides me for variety." Her face took on a musing expression. "Perhaps," she said, "after Juni leaves, I'll try to convince a new girl every month or so to fuck you while I watch. Would you like that?" I could only smile in response.