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Mr. M. Washington's Story

First, let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Washington, the
luckiest African American in the Mississippi Delta. Three months ago I
was the sole winner of the largest lottery in state
history. Prior to that moment in time I worked on the night shift at
Panhandle Machinery.

It was a small manufacturing plant of about sixty employees; of which
all but nine were good old white redneck complete assholes. The racial
discrimination was complete and absolute. All the
truly miserable, inhuman and completely degrading jobs were assigned to
us nine blacks. The white boy rednecks delighted in humiliating us black
brothers at every junction.

 

Since the unemployment rate in our rural county was in excess of forty
percent there was literally no place to go; quitting and going on the
generous Mississippi unemployment dole of $ 60.00 for the next thirteen
weeks was really no option.

 

However once I received the first check of the lottery, I walked into
the owner's dingy office and fifteen minutes later the plant was now
mine. The tired rich old white bastard was gleeful as he exited my
plant; a plant owned by an uppity black bastard.

During the next several months I was able to secure nearly five million
dollars in federal and state contracts; contracts awarded basically on
race.


As the profits rolled into the plant I set my plan in motion. I gave the
white boys a simple proposition; if they wanted to remain at my plant
they would accept a twenty percent pay cut and the savings would be
redistributed to my eight black brothers. Although there was a
tremendous amount of grumbling I knew they had no options.

The second part of my realignment plan involved the seduction and
ultimate subjugation of the pretty white wives of the mostly young
factory staff. By seducing the innocent and helpless wives, I would gain
complete domination over the white overlords who ruled my life for the
last twenty six years.

While the husbands were toiling in the unbearable Mississippi heat, I
started my home visits to the domiciles of my faithful white boy
employees. The first three homes (mobile homes) were almost
embarrassingly easy.

The conquest of white cunt consisted of simply informing the sobbing
young white bitches that unless they stripped and sucked my nine inch
black cock their husbands would be getting their
final pay check this next Friday.

As they begged for their husband's pitiful livelihood, I gently placed
my hands around their head and pulled their frightened faces towards my
hard black cock. After they sucked
my black seed down their sweet throats I gave them the schedule of my
next visit. I told them that I would be calling them where they were to
meet me and also the appropriate attire.

They were also grilled about the birth control method they were on and
since most could only afford condoms I mocked them that if they
satisfied my needs I would use a rubber; if they displeased me I would
fuck the little bitches bareback and they could take their chances with
my potent black seed


The master plan of course consisted of impregnating the most desirable
of my white boy wives and thus cruelly mock their husbands when their
wives produced a bouncing black baby. Using this method it would be only
months before I obtained total domination of the dirt
poor back water shit hole we all called home.

Now that I have outlined the master plan, I will tell you of the
fourth visit, I made that hot July afternoon. Karen Saunders was the
most desirable beauty in the entire county.

She was only twenty-five but had an inner sexual aura that oozed
from her every action. Her natural long blonde hair careened over her
petite shoulders. Her breasts were small, but firm and topped with rock
hard pencil sized nipples and quarter sized pink areola.

Her long legs were perfectly tanned and her tight stomach reached down
to her lightly
covered tight pussy. To entice her hard working husband she had trimmed
the soft down to a very a small "V" pointing to the tight and desirable
treasure.

Her husband, David, worked all the over time he could in order to
provide his beauty with all the small things that he could. However, the
long hours and back breaking work caused the young husband to be near
exhaustion when he arrived home. For the last several years his ability
to sexually satisfy his beautiful wife was constantly in question.


Once he lost confidence in his ability to obtain erection of his average
size cock, the failures multiplied. With his exhaustion, and the ongoing
problem of impotence he shied away when his desirable wife initiated
sexual coupling.


Chapter 2

I arrived at David & Karen's rusting mobile home at about four

in the afternoon. The mobile home was in the middle of the trailer park

and my new white Lincoln made a sharp contrast to the drab

and decaying surroundings. As I walked to the door I noticed that the

shades of the adjoining windows were taking in every step.

Under normal circumstances a black man would not be allowed to call upon a

young white married housewife. I smiled as I tapped on the mobile

home door; these of course were not normal times. A man with money

commands respect, and I was the man with the most money in this

town, where time forgot.


The old trailer

The good and proper Mrs. Karen Saunders appeared at the

door wearing a white tank top, without benefit of bra and cutoff jeans

which defined her long tanned legs. She became startled as she looked

down at me standing at her door. Quickly looking around her eyes

returned to me and she quietly asked; "Mr. Washington, what brings

you to this neighborhood?"

"Hello Karen. May I come in?"

I quickly answered. I could sense that the beautiful wife standing
before me was searching her mind trying to come up with an excuse to not
let me enter.

"There are some problems at the plant and I think it would be best if we
spoke inside,"

I calmly stated, looking around the drab mobile home park.

As Karen looked at her neighbors, she decided it would be best

if I entered her home; the home that she shared with her outwardly

desirable husband of three years. She and Rob had married when she

was fifteen and he had taken her precious cherry.

Nervously she stepped aside as I leisurely sauntered into the

clean but sparse mobile home. The under powered air conditioner

struggled but could not keep up with the late afternoon heat.

I walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"I'm thirsty, bring me a lemonade over ice," I commanded.

Somewhat shocked by the cavalier attitude I took, Karen

nervously looked around and finally went to the small kitchen and made

my lemonade. As she meekly approached I patted the seat next to me

on the sofa.

"Please join me. I have something that I need to tell you

about the plant."

Very hesitantly she slid beside me after handing my lemonade.

She kept her long legs tightly together and looked deeply into my eyes

without saying anything.

"I'm afraid that the plant will have to lay off nearly fifteen

workers. I need to increase the profitability of the plant and discovered

that the remaining workers could accomplish the same work if they are

motivated a little. I can't think of a better way to motivate them than

cut a fourth of the freeloaders,"

I quietly stated. As I looked into the pretty blonde's blue eyes, I
could see the apprehension spread over worried face.

Finally she looked up and asked the obvious question,

"What will happen to David?" Her voice was shaking and her red coated lips

trembled.

"Well . . . . . . I'm afraid. . . " I start to say, secretly smiling

again when I see her face turn to horror.

"But, we just got a another car and we have many bills that we

are behind on," she says, tears starting to fill her eyes, she quickly
looks

away trying to hide her tears, "David said that everything at work was

going great and . . . . ."

"Well, . . . . . . . " I start, my hand taking her trembling hand, I

gently caress it, "you know that he doesn't have to be laid off."

Grasping at my latest opening she desperately looks into my

dark and forbidding eyes and mutters, "He doesn't have to . . . . . . "

Rubbing the tears from her eyes she looks back at me.

"No, he doesn't have to. It is of course up to me. I decide

who stays .. . . . and who goes." I state, feeling my long black cock

start to harden.

"You do ?" she questions.

"Yes, you see I have already been to see some of the other

wives. And well . . . lets just say they cooperated. And their husband's

will not be laid off. I stopped by and was wondering if you wanted to

help your husband retain his job ?"

Pleadingly, the beautiful white wife looks into my face. "Well,

yes of course, I want to help my husband."

A lewd smile crept over my face as I pulled her beautiful hand

down to my crotch. My black dick hardened as the delicate fingers

grasped and then abruptly pulled away.

"Oh no; I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband," begs the

beautiful Karen.

"Before you say no, I would suggest that you think of your

husbands and your future. How long could you survive without your

husband's job ?" I mocked. As I asked the question, I let my right hand

fall to the delightful knee and gently slide my large black hand up the

tender and tanned flesh of Karen's inner thigh.

"No, please . . . . . . ." she whimpers.

"OK, fine. . . . . your husband can look for a new job. Ohhh

yes, and he can forget about using me as a reference. In fact, he will

have a hard time getting another job. I'll make sure of that.

Karen starts to sob as I get up and turn to leave.

"Wait . . . please wait. . . " she whimpers.

I turn back, facing her, looking down at her on the couch.

"Yes ??" I ask.

"Please don't make me do this. . . . please, oh god please," she

sobs.

I turn to leave. "You're wasting my time bitch; I'll find another

white bitch wife." I mock as I turn to leave.

"No please. . . I" ?? she says hesitating. lowering her head,

whimpering "OK".


I smile, stepping back, facing the beautiful vision. I put my

hands on my hips, waiting. She hesitates. "Come on Bitch!! I don't

have all day!" I yell down at her.

She slides up to the edge of the couch. Her trembling hands

slowly reach up. Her fingers grab the zipper of the slacks of my Italian

silk suit. I look up, a big leering smiles on my face, as I look around
this

pitiful broken down mobile home. I smile wider when I hear and feel

my zipper being pulled down.

I feel her small hand sliding into my slacks. Her fingers

wrapping around my thick black cock, hearing her gasp. She struggles

to pull my cock through. I wait patiently, she finally pulls my thick

black cock out. I look down and smile, as I see her eyes wider than

ever, her mouth handing open, asking "I guess you have never seen a

black cock before?" She slowly nods her head.

I smile, "Come on bitch, wrap those red lips around my black

cock."


Karen cautiously takes my cock into her wet and warm oral

cavity. She licks the large purple head like a lollipop. During her three

years of marriage she has not been exposed to anything but the

traditional missionary style of intercourse; and very sparingly the last
six

months. She feels a sticky dew forming in the crotch of her tight cut off

jeans. As she becomes comfortable with the thick purple head she

struggles but eventually gathers in another three inches of my thick

black cock. As she struggles to suck in the rock hard cudgel, I mock

the meek white housewife.

"I guess with your precious David you don't have such a hard time
getting his puny cock in your mouth?"

Her distraught mind reels; thinking about the limp and useless

cock of her husband. The long, thick hard black cock is causing her

nipples to rub themselves raw against the course tank top. Her white

panties are soaked with her woman dew as she struggles to suck in even

more of the pleasure producing cock. She cannot fathom the hardness

or the size. Her husband's less than ample manhood is all that the near

virginal bride has ever experienced and at this point in her life leaves

much to desire.

As my cock hardens, I start to thrust my hips, grinding my

black cock against the back of Karen's throat. As she starts to gag I feel

my nut sack gather their precious discharge. I quickly grab Karen's

hands as she struggles with the huge log wedged in her tightly

constricting throat. One final quick thrust brings on my explosion of

black seed into the wet and tight throat of the precious Mrs. David

Saunders.

Karen sucks my precious fluid until I let her hands go and

she drops to the worn carpet. As her lips disengage from my black cock

the sticky discharge drags a line of sperm from my purple head to her

chin. Her eyes close and she tries to blot out her distasteful submission.

I step forward and work out the remaining sperm from my now

dwindling manhood. It drops to her long tanned legs and her eyes

spring open as she feels the warm sticky discharge coat her beautiful

legs.

"What birth control do you use?" I question.

Startled, Karen looks up and meekly answers, "The only thing

we can afford is condoms."

I straddle the prone housewife and knee walk until my wet and

dripping cock is resting on the still covered precious breasts. I let the

still leaking cock coat the tank top bringing the nipples to their second

erection of the afternoon. As she stares apprehensively into my dark

eyes I shock the young housewife again, "You displeased me by your

hesitation. I will call you later this week. Since you are such a cock

hungry bitch your stud fee will be fifty dollars."

Karen, started to protest, but then let her comment evaporate.

She knew that she had no options open with her husband's black boss

straddling her aroused and cum soaked body.

"If you please me I will use a rubber. If you choose to disobey

me again our next meeting will leave you with your pussy full of black

seed," I sneered.

Rising, I zipped my pants and slowly walked to the door.

When I reached the fragile door, I turned to get one more peek at the

prone beauty breathing heavily on her elbows. Her face, with my black

spunk dripping off her chin was full of anxiety. . . . . . . and of
arousal.

"Yes, I thought. . . . . Mrs. David Saunders will make a very

nice plaything for my many planned adventures."

As I exited the faded trailer I smiled as I felt the many eyes

scoping my every move. As I drove out the park I knew that David

would be the recipient of many questions this hot summer night.


Chapter 3

Mrs. Karen Saunders was totally on edge the next several days

after oral satisfying her husband's dominant black boss. The beauty had

only on the rarest occasions satisfied her own husband with her oral

charms. Her husband, David, was having a hard time at the run down

manufacturing plant. His black boss had passed out the word that his

black foreman was to give David all the dirtiest and most unpleasant

jobs and the foreman carried out the instruction to a tee. The more

exhausted and stressed out that David was had a direct impact on his

ability (and desire) to make love to his stunning beautiful wife.

It was nearly a week before the Black Boss made his phone

call. Michael knew that the longer he delayed the phone call the more

that the precious and desirable Mrs. Karen Saunders would be on edge.

Michael enjoyed the conquest as much as he enjoyed the depraved

sexual pleasures that were at the end of the conquest train.

When the phone rang, with its distinctive high pitched screech,

Karen looked apprehensively at the solid black device. Putting her

delicate fingers around the headset , lifting it, she softly answered,

"Hello."

Michael let her wait several long moments before he spoke his

first words. By the time that he uttered the trembling wife his first

order, Karen Saunders was completely distraught. "Mrs. Saunders ?"

Karen, her hands shaking, and her lips quivering, finally

answered the deep black voice on the other end of the phone line, "Yes,

Mr. Washington."

"I told you to not allow your husband access to your body this

week. Have you obeyed me ?" came the arrogant response.

"I have not allowed David to have sex with me Mr.

Washington. He wanted to on several occasions but I told him that I

had a headache," answered the trembling housewife.

"I want you to come to my office at the plant. But first. . . . . .

I want to tell you what I expect you to wear. I would suggest that you

don't disappoint me my dear," continued the arrogant black fuck master.

The black waited a short time before continuing; allowing the

trembling housewife to absorb his instructions. "From now on I expect

my little plaything to never wear a dress or skirt that is longer than six

inches about your knee. You are not allowed to wear a bra from this

point on; especially since your little titties don't need support anyway,"

he mocked.

"When you come, you best bring your husband's condoms.

Once you get here if you look presentable enough I may let you put one

on my black cock before I fuck you Mrs. Saunders. And Mrs. Saunders

. . . . . don't forget to bring your black stud fee," he smirked.

Karen, nearly in shock, carefully absorbed the humiliating

orders.

After Michael Washington hung up the phone, Karen slid down

the kitchen counter and sit on the spotless kitchen floor. Her heart was

pumping and there was a light sheen of perspiration covering her entire

body. The pencil sized nipples on her small but perfect breasts were

jutting against the white cotton blouse. Her hand slowly dropped to the

tight cutoffs and stroked the puffy outer pussy lips. They were already

blood engorged before her hand made the journey and she felt her

woman dew coat her pretty white panties.

After a few moments she came to her senses; looked around

the small kitchen in her mobile home and hurriedly made her way to her

and her husband's small bedroom. She rapidly pulled the white blouse

off and wiggled out of the tight cutoffs. Once they dropped to the floor,

she pulled the damp white panties off and pulled her best black lace

panties from her bureau drawer. She pulled her thin black garter and

black thigh high hose from the drawer and sat on the bed before pulling

the soft garments up her long and tanned legs. Pulling the closet doors

open she selected a short dark blue skirt with matching vest. A shirt

should have been worn under the sleeveless vests but Karen decided to

forgo the blouse. As she started to leave the bedroom she remembered

one more needed item. Turning she opened the door to the night stand

and removed three of her husband's condoms. With the needed

protection in her small hands she scampered to the door of the

overheated trailer.

Once she reached her ten year old dilapidated car she sped the

nine miles to the dingy rundown plant. When she turned into the fence

protecting the sixty year old plant her mind raced to one item that

escaped her heretofore distraught mind. "What if she ran into her

husband. How would she explain her slut like appearance ?"

Quickly looking around she nearly ran to the stairs leading to

the office. As she burst into the outer office she felt a surge of relief

overtake her frightened mind. As she shut the door behind her she

looked directly at Michael Washington's secretary; a tall and stunning

black girl with a faint sneer on her face.

Karen meekly stated, "I have an appointment with Mr.

Washington."

"May I tell him who you are ?" asked the black girl, sizing up

the distraught young housewife.

"My name is Mrs. Karen Saunders," the young housewife

timidly stated.

When his secretary told him that his latest plaything was

waiting, he arrogantly told his secretary to have her wait. He realized

that there were no chairs in the outer office and it amused him that the

housewife would be that much more distressed, when after twenty

minutes, he allowed her to enter his inner sanctum.

As Mrs. Karen Saunders meekly entered the luxurious office,

she walked to the front of his massive desk. Fidgeting, she looked at

the dominant black lover that less than a week ago she had sucked to

climax.

"Well, what do you wish Mrs. Saunders," asked the large black

boss.

Karen looked down bewildered at the question. In her mind

she was here because the black bastard leisurely sitting in his large chair

wanted to stick his large, thick black pole up her tender pussy. She was

here because unless she willingly submitted to his lewd demands her

husband would lose his job. And she was here because, because her

pussy was secreting a torrent of sticky woman creme in her black lace

panties and her rock hard nipples were thrusting against the abrasive

hard cloth of her dark blue vest. She was here because, because she

wanted this black bastard to ram his nine inch steel hard black cock up

her dripping cunt. And finally; because her white boy husband had

never aroused her like this black asshole, who was making her beg for

him to fuck her.

"I don't know what you want me to say," the petite housewife

finally answered

Amused, Michael Washington, the black fuck master, looked

into the frightened housewife standing before him and gave her the

answer. "The reason you are here Mrs. Saunders is to get your fix of

black cock. Whenever you are asked this question again your proper

response is that you are here for your black stud service. Do you

understand?"

Frightened; unsteady on her black patent high heels; and with a

deep and never ending throbbing of her blood engorged pussy lips she

softly stated, "I'm here to get my black cock fix."

"Have you brought my fee ?" questioned Michael Washington.

Humiliated further, Karen reached into her small purse and

produced five ten dollar bills. It represented nearly twenty per cent of

her husband's take home pay. As she pulled the bills out of the purse

the three rubbers fell to the floor. She stooped and picked up the

lubricated condoms and stood with them in her delicate hands.

As the black fuck master looked at his latest conquest, he

mockingly asked the trembling white housewife, "Do you want me to

use your husband's rubbers when I fuck you ?"

"Yes, please. I don't want to become pregnant......." answered

the nervous young housewife.

The black boss gracefully pulled himself up and walked around

the desk, where he looked down at the shy and misfortune young

housewife. He took her chin in his large hand and guided her lips to

meet his. He let his long thick tongue caress her red painted thin lips

and finally probed the outer defenses. After a few tries the young wife

submitted and allowed his tongue to enter her warm and wet oral cavity.

His tongue forcefully explored her small mouth and she felt her own

tongue duel with the thick intruder.

As his tongue sought out it's own conquest, he maneuvered his

left hand to the blue vest covered breast. He massaged the sensitive

hard orbs and finally started unbuttoning the top buttons. The action

startled the housewife and she tried to step back. It was at this point

that Karen fully comprehended where she was; and why she was here.

The buttons continued to be manipulated apart and Karen felt

the large warm hand encompass her small firm breast. As Michael

massaged the pretty breast meat, he rubed the front of his pants against

the tight stomach of the increasingly aroused housewife.

Karen grasped as she felt the hard black cock rub against her

throbbing small hood of pleasure. The caress brings the swollen pussy

lips to full arousal and the young tender housewife wraps her arms

around the broad shoulders of her tormentor. Michael now has

accomplished the de-buttoning of the vest and slips the offending

garment from her delicate shoulders and allows the vest to fall to the

floor. The movement brings into full view the small but perfect breasts.

As the dominant black looks down at the magnificent sight, he

feels a surge of blood harden his thick black cock. Just as he squeezes

the tender morsel sticking out from the perfect cylinder of flesh, he

hears a knock at the office door. A smile creeping over his face he

orders, "Enter."

The utterance stuns the aroused white housewife. Astonished

she looks up into the smirking face of the black who was boldly fondling

her tender breasts.

Karen steps back and attempts to cover her breasts as the door

swings open and a white co worker of her husband enters the room and

is totally taken back at the sight of the cowering white housewife

attempting to cover her bare chest. Stunned he stands with his mouth

open and only then does he see the huge bulge in Michael Washington's

tight Italian slacks. As he looks into Karen's humiliated eyes he feels a

surge of manhood fill his work pants. He then quickly turns, mumbles

his apologies and scurries to the door.

The black reaches out and pulls the stunned housewife against

his muscular shoulders by her long flowing blonde hair. "You won't

need your skirt. Take it off," he sternly orders.

Confused by the last few moments Karen quickly unclasps the

side hook and lowers the zipper. As the skirt falls to the floor the Black

Master is presented with a striking portrait of the beautiful housewife's

long legs encased in shimmering black thigh high hose. He reaches

down and gently strokes the tightly muscled stomach of the beautiful

girl. His slow circular stroking continues until it reaches the top of the

black lace panties. While he is stroking the taut stomach, he looks into

the closed eyes of the sensuously swaying housewife. Her tongue licks

her red covered lips and a quiet sob escapes her lips.

"Do you want my black cock Mrs. Saunders ?" Michael asks.

In a trance, a sexual trance that she has never before

experienced, the young housewife submissively mutters, "Yes. . . . .

Yes I want your black cock."

The black boss understands that the continuing conquest of the

beauty is his sexual need. The need to totally break the fragile white

wives of his broken workers. After they fall under his total and

complete sexual domination, he will destroy the husbands' sense of self

worth.

"Remove my shirt; then my pants. I want you to stroke my

cock with those delicate fingers of yours," he orders.

Karen obediently obeys her master. She carefully removes his

shirt and then pulls the expensive dress pants from his muscular thighs.

He, of course does not wear underwear and the long hard thick black

cock springs from its constricted confines as the pants are pulled down

his legs.

Michael guides the sexually intoxicated housewife to the large

leather sofa opposite his desk and she slides down in the soft cushions.

Unbelieving, she stares at the nine inch steel hard cock as Michael

drops to his knees. He places his fingers in the tight waist band of the

black lace panties and slowly; agonizingly slowly drags the covering

cloth from Karen's leaking woman channel. Karen begs him to hurry

but Michael merely drags the black panties down the long, long legs.

Closing her eyes she prays that he will strip the cloth from between her

legs so that he can bury his hard black cock deep into her belly.

Michael looks into the wet and inviting chamber of love and

lowers his head and licks the outer pussy folds. The gentle scraping

nearly brings Karen to a full and complete climaxes as she raises her hips

to engage the pleasure giving tongue. "Please suck me . .. . .. . . . Oh

my God!!!!!!" she screams.

The more that Karen begs for his tongue; for his cock the more

that Michael hesitates. Time is not of importance. . . . . Total Sexual

Domination is of importance. Michael Washington is firmly in control

of the writhing housewife begging for his cock below him.

"Does the prim and proper little wife want a little black cock?"

mocks the Black Master.

"OH God; I'm begging you. Please I can't wait............ Please

have mercy!!!!" wails the aroused housewife.

Michael wraps his hand around the black cock and knee walks

the several steps towards the out stretched legs of his latest conquest.

Once the pleasure of the tongue stops, Karen opens her eyes and is

awestruck with the huge black cock inching it's way towards her

sopping pussy channel. She rapidly scoots her ass towards the massive

black weapon leveraging his body on the heels of her feet to gain greater

leverage.

As the tip of the black cock touches the tight but lubricated

pussy lips Karen nearly passes out. She can feel the intense heat of the

purple tip of the hard black cock and is startled as Michael allows the tip

to insert itself into the channel opening. Karen moans as the tip is thrust

against the un-giving opening.

The white housewife is becoming startled that maybe the huge

pole will not fit in her seldom stretched sex. The consumed girl is

pushing herself against the unmoving mass of her black lover.

"Do you want me to stop and put on one of your husband's

rubbers ?" he asks; a smug smile stretching across his face.

"NO . . . . .. You can't leave me......... Please enter me; Please

OH GOD fuck me......." Karen screams. The begging can be heard

by Michael's secretary in the outer office. It is a sound that she hears

almost daily since Michael Washington has taken over the company. A

different day. . . A different white wife.

Inch by agonizing inch Michael inserts his cock into the tight

wet pussy. When he reaches four inches he stops the insertion and

looking into Karen's tormented and pleasure wracked face mocks the

housewife. "This is as long as your husband's cock. It's all that I'm

going to give you today.. . . . "

Karen desperately thrusts against the massive black body. She

grabs at his shoulders and wraps her long legs around the back of his

thighs doing everything she can to force more of his black cock into her

love chamber. However try as she does the black does not allow

another precious inch of black manhood to be imbedded into the now

stretched womanhood.

"Clench your pussy. .. . . . I want you to suck my black cum

out by massaging my black cock with your pussy muscles. Please me

and I will flood your chamber.. . . Disappoint me and I'll strap your

white ass with my belt." commands the black boss.

Karen willingly complies with the order. She craves for her

release. The black monster fucking her is bringing her to a total arousal;

to a total climax that she has never experienced from her inept white

husband.

"Reach down with those dainty hands of yours. Milk my cock

you little whore," continues the humiliating orders from Karen's black

tormentor.

Karen desperately reaches for the hard black cock and eagerly

milks the man weapon as her pussy contracts against the hard organ.

Frantically she masturbates herself with Michael's black cock and is

astounded that there is a full five inches not yet inserted into her
full and

stretched woman hole.


Fertile Seed Leaking Out

Michael continues his mocking; "Do you want my black seed

you little tramp ?"

Mrs. Karen Saunders has left reality. All she can comprehend

is that her climax is seconds away as she strokes; clinches and begs that

Michael fuck her. Michael finally succumbs to the pleasure that the

frantic housewife is producing and feels his nut sack explode its life

producing fluid into the clenching pussy. Michael's climax ignites the

screaming housewife's own delayed release and Michael lets the

screaming woman continue to thrust against his still hard cock. He rests

on his haunches while Karen continues her inhuman writhing. Her

thrusting continues for nearly ten minutes as she reaches orgasm after

orgasm. Michael never allows the young beauty access to his five

inches that he held in reserve for their next meeting.

At long last Karen finally burns herself out and falls against the

back of the sofa in total exhaustion. Her sweat coated body continues

to throb as her heart muscle finally catches up with her total sexual

climax.

After what seemed an eternity, Karen opens her weary eyes

and looks down her tight body. Her hard nipples had finally returned to

their normal softness. She raises slightly and sees the soft fleece lined

pussy hair matted with the black's man cum. The abundant black sperm

was dripping from her still quaking pussy lips and falling to the carpet.

Her eyes focus on Michael as he caught the dripping sperm between his

fingers and brings the fingers to her lips, where he coated them with the

salty tasting sticky covering. Her tongue snakes out and she tastes the

discharge. He then coats her body with the drippings and she did not

resist.

Finally, at long last he rose and gave a final order, "Clean me."

Without hesitation Mrs. Karen Saunders slides from the couch

and brought her searching tongue to the now semi hard black cock. The

cock was still dripping and Karen carefully captured each drop as she

bathed it with her tongue and lips. After cleaning the black cock, she

searched for the huge nut sack which she expertly sucked into her wet

mouth; cleaning her black master thoroughly.

Michael then rose and walked to his desk where he sits down

and watches the pretty housewife put on her wrinkled and soaked

clothing. He does not speak and the housewife shot back to reality

meekly dresses. Humbly she walked towards the door and fatigued

makes her way down the long stairs to the parking lot below. She

reaches her car as the plant was discharging it's tired group of

employees. When David comes out he is surprised to find his pretty

wife by the office door. Waving he scurries over to where she is

standing.

Reaching her at the same time that Michael Washington exited

the office door the three stared at each other. David was perplexed why

his wife would be at the factory. Karen merely stared at the ground as

she felt Michael's sperm exit her pussy hole and drop down the inside of

her thighs.

Michael was the first to speak........ "Here are your husband's

rubbers Mrs. Saunders," as he handed the Trojan lubricated rubbers to

Karen's outstretched hands.

He was amused at the startled looks of the husband and wife

standing before him. Meekly, Karen extended her hand and retrieved

the unused condoms from the huge black paw of her ravisher.

"Before you leave Mrs. Saunders. . . . . . I want you to give me

your black panties. I would like them for a souvenir of our little

meeting this afternoon," mocked the huge black master standing before

the startled husband and wife.

A number of the other workers had converged on the small

assemble and stood around with a puzzled look on their faces not

knowing what was transpiring. Their startled faces became ashen as

Mrs. Karen Saunders lifted her short skirt and quickly lowered her black

panties. Humiliated, her hands trembling she extended her hand with

the panties to the black plant owner. Michael did not retrieve his prize

immediately but let the beautiful housewife continue to offer her panties

in front of the assembled plant workers.

At long last; after nearly a minute he retrieved the panties and

brought the soaked panties to his nose and inhaled the sweet mixture of

black sperm and white pussy juice.

Turning to reenter his office he offered his parting statement,

"I'll call you when I want you again Mrs. Saunders." He then opened

the door and disappeared leaving the couple and assembled entronage

staring at each other.

David felt completely drained as he stood before his fellow co-

workers after seeing his beautiful wife willingly give her panties to his

domineering black boss. What he did not realize was his trip to hell was

just starting.


Chapter 4

David Saunders took his beautiful wife Karen home after the

humiliating scene at the factory office. The next day was Friday he did

not have the courage to face either his white co-workers or the sneering

black foreman. Each of the two groups now knew that his beautiful wife

had stumbled from the factory office covered in the black owner's cum.

David could not stand the smirks and put downs from his fellow white

workers. Unbeknownst to him, his white fellow workers lived in constant

fear that they too, were afraid that their wives would be the next to catch

Michael Washington's eye. For when that happened they had turned up

on their knees before the black owner.

The black foremen's taunts were of course the hardest for David

to accept. They were of course the most cruel; mocking that he must not

be much of a man when a black could use his wife as his favorite toy;

when the black owner could be openly using her for his carnal pleasure.

After he got Karen home from the debacle on Thursday night

David had drunk himself into oblivion. When he was sober enough to

speak he threatened his precious loving wife and even on one occasion

slapped her across the face. During his tirades he threatened to kill

Michael Washington if he ever laid another hand on what he called his

"tramp of a wife."

On Sunday after noon I arrived at the trailer park. As I drove

my shiny new Lincoln up the drive and pulled next to the Saunders mobile

home I could feel every eye as I marched up to the door and without

knocking walked in. When I walked in I quickly focused on the

surprised and startled face of beautiful Karen Saunders. Swinging

around I then spotted the alcohol soaked husband who had total fright

written all over his face. I calmly walked over to him and standing face to

face slapped him across his face cutting his lip.

"I hear that you are going to whip my ass for fucking your little

tramp with my long black dick you fucking asshole," I stated.

The quick decisive action robbed the irate husband of his

advantage. The alcohol of the last three days had impaired his mind. He

could not fathom the audacity of the huge black man standing in front of

him. As the blood dripped from his lip onto his sweat soaked t shirt he

tried valiantly to make his alcohol shrouded brain respond. When I back

handed him a second time from the other direction he let the bottle of Jim

Beam fall to the floor, bringing his hand to his face. Desperately he tried

to focus his mind on the last thirty seconds of his life.

"I came over here to fuck your wife again. Is there anything you

want to do about it ?" I questioned the stunned husband.

Grimacing, David Saunders, meekly asked, "I want you to leave.

I want . . . "

Before he could continue I again slapped him across the face and

this time he brought both of his hands across his face trying to protect
it.

Another slap brought a pitiful response, "Please don't hit me."

"I like your wife's soft and warm pussy. Do you know that she

begged me to fuck her last Thursday. Begged me to do what her

husband is not man enough to do; not man enough to satisfy his little

tramp of a wife," I continued, sneering at the humbled husband. Sensing

his total surrender I continued my verbal conquest of the cowering

husband, "The first time I was with your wife in this very mobile home she

dropped to her knees and sucked my black cock dry. Does she suck

your pitiful cock white boy ?" I questioned.

David was trying to force his tormented mind to comprehend the

brutal questions that the arrogant black male was subjecting him to. The

more he tried to regain control of his senses the more helpless he felt. His

black boss had burst into his home; slapped him silly and was taunting

him for not being man enough to sexually satisfy his ravishing wife. His

heretofore faithful wife. The wife that was to bear his children. As he

struggled to clear his alcohol fogged mind he seen his black tormentor

turn and summon Karen to his side. He let his hands fall to his side as

she approached.

The stunningly beautiful blonde wife hesitantly walked the few

steps and stood next to me. She was trembling and her eyes were full of

uncertainty. She was wearing David's white dress shirt and the top three

buttons were undone. I could tell that she wore no bra as her hard

nipples poked against the scratchy cloth. Although the shirt had long tails

I could tell the only other clothing that she was wearing was a pair of red

sating panties. The panties were tightly pulled against her sex and her

trembling increased with each second.

"Did you enjoy last Thursday when I fucked you in my office ?" I

asked.

The question bore into her and she meekly looked at me; and

then at her slouching husband. Looking into his blood shot eyes she then

returned to my dark and forbidding eyes. "Yes," she meekly answered.

Turning to her beaten husband, I again mocked his manhood.

"Do you let your wife fuck anybody; or just black men?"

Trying to come up with an answer he merely stuttered, " I, uh . . .

. . . ."

Looking into his defeated eyes I gave my next order, "Drop your

pants. I want to see what your wife is giving up when I decide to fuck

her."

I could see the battered husband start to resist. . . . . . . . . The

next slap broke open his lip in another place. "Drop your pants wimp.

Do it NOW!" I commanded.

The slap drained his will to resist. He meekly unbuckled his belt;

unbuttoned the top button on his jeans and slid the zipper down.

Meekly, he looked into my eyes and sensing that I was not going to show

him mercy he pulled the jeans over his hips letting them fall to his ankles.

Looking down at his pitiful specimen of manhood I started

laughing. The more I laughed the more he felt humbled. He dropped his

head and stared at the floor.

Turning towards Karen I mocked her cowering husband. "No

wonder you were ready for a real man." I then unbuttoned each of the

remaining buttons while Karen absently stared at her husband's under

endowed manhood. Once the buttons were free I slid my hands between

the open shirt and roughly caressed the hard nipples of my new fuck

mate. I squeezed the nipples between my finger and thumb and smiled as

Karen winced at the pleasure/pain. I let my fingers drop to the waist

band of her bright red panties and inserted my searching finger. I heard

the white wife gasp as my finger made small circular motions under the

waist band of her red panties.

I could see that David was intently looking at my manipulations of

his blonde wife. His small manhood was trying to assert itself . . . . . . .

 

After several minutes I could tell my gentle stroking was heating

the tight body of Mrs. David Saunders. Her eyes closed; her tongue

probed her lips and she gently rubbed herself against my hand.

Softly, I asked, "Can your husband satisfy your needs?"

Her eyes remaining closed she quietly answered, "No. . . . He

can't even remain hard anymore."

"How large is he?" I asked.

Her tongue dueled with her lips and she softly moaned, "He is not

as large as you. He cannot fill me as you have. . . . . . . . He cannot

bring me to orgasm. . . . . . Oh God, it's time. Don't tease me anymore.

I need you!!"

As his wife moaned David's insignificant white boy cock strained

to reach it's full stature of 4 inches. I looked down and seen the

minuscule organ twitch as his wife begged for my black cock.

Turning to the husband I ridiculed him even more. "Take my

pants down white boy. It's time for your wife to see a real cock. A

Black Cock that she will beg for."

The blood had dried on his lips as he sank to his knees in front of

the black man seducing his wife in their home. Carefully he unbuckled

the belt and gently lowered my pants pulling them off my feet. I could see

his blood shoot eyes open wide when my huge black cock sprang free of

the pants. Since I never wear any underwear my black cock shot free

and hit the astonished white boy husband in the face. A dash of pre cum

smeared his right cheek. From his subservient position on his knees he

looked up as I continued to stroke his pretty wife's now sopping pussy

hole under her red panties.

"Take your wife's panties off. I think she is about ready to pull

my black cock deep into her pussy. Does she look ready to you wimp

?" I questioned.

David, kneeling, was speechless as he watched his wife undulate

against my fingers; trying to imbed them deeper into her deep wet

passage.

When David hesitated Karen urgently pleaded with her husband

to remove her panties. "David, please take my panties down. I need

Michael's black cock in me," she begged. When he again hesitated she

grabbed his ears and pulled him forward. Desperately she begged her

husband. "Please........... Please take my panties down. I need a man."

Karen's painful grip on David's ears forced him to awkwardly

scoot forward so that he could grasp the soaking panties and slide them

down his wife's long beautiful legs. He inhaled the sexually charged

fragrance as the panties were lowered over the black fingers that were

now lodged in the tight wet hole of his wife. As she lifted her legs she

slid down and stretched her long legs in order to give me, her black lover

even greater access to her blood engorged and throbbing pussy lips. She

was now thrusting against my pleasure producing digits and moaned

deeply, "Oh my God, Please Fuck MEEEEEE!!!"

Looking down at the cowering husband I could see that he was

looking at my large uncircumcised black cock in horror. I was sure that

he could not comprehend how my large cock could fit into his wife's tight

chamber of love. "Massage my nut sack asshole," I ordered. As he

grasped my large egg sized testicles I mocked him further, "I think I am

going to unload my spunk into your tramp wife. How about it white boy;

Don't you want a little black bastard growing in your wife's womb?"

Looking up at me he begged, "Please use a rubber. Please," he

whimpered.

"If you want me to use a rubber go get one of yours," I ordered.

He started to pull up his pants but I quickly corrected him, "You want me

to use a rubber shuffle back to your bedroom and get it white boy." As I

laughed at the spectacle of the white husband shuffling to the back

bedroom I continued to stroke the beautiful wife to a within a single thrust

of her release before withdrawing my fingers making her writhe even

more. Karen's tormented mind was near disintegration as she craved her

release; her release that never came. As her tormented body relaxed I

reinserted my fingers and commenced the gentle stroking hoping to keep

her at a fever pitch. The strategy worked to perfection as the tight

perfect body thrust against my hand.

After what seemed like an eternity to the distraught housewife her

husband finally shuffled back into the living room with his hand full of

cheap rubbers.

When he shuffled into the room I pulled his wife close to me and

gave her a passionate deep throat tongue kiss. Her tongue eagerly

sought out my thick tongue and dueled with it to bring me closer to

hardness. Her hips ground into my hard cock and standing on her tip

toes tried to entice the hard black cock into her dripping love tunnel. As

much as she tried she was too short. She became outraged as her

husband desperately attempted to slide the dry rubber over the end of my

hard black cock. Competing with him to encase my cock she finally

reached down and slapped him along side the head causing a shooting

pain in his ear. As he backed off she kicked him; trying to force him

away from her and I so that she could get her pussy closer to my

pleasure inducing black cock.

The beautiful Mrs. Karen Saunders was far more aroused that I

so I played with her tormented mind. "Go wait for me on your martial

bed. I haven't fucked you in your husband's bed yet. Get your ass back

there and I may bury my hard black cock deep in your belly."

Although temporarily disappointed she begrudgingly scurried

down the long hall way looking over her shoulder and begging with her

eyes for me to follow. Her husband was squatted the floor in stunned

silence.

Slowly, I started back to the waiting wife who was laying on her

back, her long legs widely spread. Looking over the erect nipples on her

ample breasts she held her pussy chamber apart; begging me with her

eyes to hurriedly bury my black pole deep into her belly.


Pumping that black seed deep inside Karen's belly

David, meekly sobbed, "The Rubber ?"

Looking down at the defeated white boy husband, I continued

my mocking, "If your wife wants me to. . . . . . . . . . . . I may withdraw

before I fill her womb with black seed."

Once I got to the martial bed of the Saunders, I knee walked

between the widely spread legs of the beautiful wife. Her eyes still

begging me I let the purple head of my hard black cock gently insert itself

between the petals of pleasure. The desperate Mrs. Saunders scooted

her ass downward and inserted another inch of black manhood into her

hole. As her pussy stretched to accommodate my hard black cock she

moaned and reached for my shoulders hoping to pull me deeper into her

thrusting hole. Her liquid was coating my cock and I allowed another

inch into her chamber; allowing the pretty wife a mercy fucking.

As I allowed another inch to wedge itself into the tight canal

David Saunders shuffled into the room and slid down the wall wedging

himself between the bed and the wall. He had a tight grip on his

manhood and was stroking himself in the same rhythm as my piston

plunging into his wife.

As I slipped each inch into the writhing wife I allowed her to

adjust to the thick black log forcing itself into her tight love channel.

However as I felt my needs bubble to the surface I pulled the tip out and

in one brutal hammering stroke buried myself into the warm and wet hole

of Mrs. Karen Saunders. Karen scream echoed throughout the trailer.

Once my cock was buried into her womb no mercy was shown. My

constant pile driving cock was forcing the eighteen year old bride to

continually adjust to each new sensation.

"Do you want my seed; Do you want my black bastard in your

belly?" I screamed. . . . . .

"Oh god yes . . . . . . Fuck me you black bastard....... Fill me

with your fucking black seed. . . . Fuck MEEEEEEEEE." she screamed.

Her poor husband, wedged between the bed and trailer wall

merely pleaded; "No Dear God.. . . . Don't lose your seed. Don't Dear

God........."

David's pleas went unanswered as I felt my nut sack tighten and

then in a explosion of lust flooded Karen's womb with potent black seed.

The spunk was buried deep in her belly as explosion after explosion of

seed filled her inner chamber. I left my black cock lodged into her tight

hole for nearly ten minutes and only after it started softening did I raise

up

and allow it to slide out. Looking down at the contorted face of my white

bride conquest I stroked my black cock emptying the last of the spunk

on her belly. I then leaned forward and rubbed the sticky discharge over

her face. Her tongue darted out and attempted to clean my fingers.

"Order David to clean me," I told the beautiful wife.

Sensing her dominance over her mentally broken husband she

pulled herself on her elbows and looking down at her stunned husband,

gave him the command, "Clean my lover with your tongue. Do it well

and you can lick his seed out of my pussy.. . . . . . . ."

The order was simple. David pulled himself to the edge of the

bed and sticking his tongue out cleaned my semi rigid pole. When he

finished he again fell against the wall.

"Leave my seed in your wife," I mocked.

"Later this evening I am rewarding two of my foremen with your

wife. Until she becomes pregnant I don't want you sucking our black

seed from her. She can take a shower; but I don't want her taking a

bath. Your wife is currently one of four that will be the first to be

impregnated with black seed," I continued.

Karen was gently massaging her nipples as I spoke. She was

calm and serene after her intense orgasm.

David, his head throbbing from the now raging hang over was

trying to contemplate the latest revelations.

Still nude; I allowed him a preview of the next few weeks of the

happy white couple. "Next week, Karen will be accompanying me and

three or four of the blacks at the plant, to my country cabin. You will

not be allowed to have sex with her before that time. We will breed her.

After she returns I am sure she will be carrying our black child. You will

be allowed to raise the child; never knowing for sure who the father is."

"When she returns she will also be wearing a tattoo on her neck.

It will be a black tattoo and will allow everyone to know that she is a

whore for black pleasure. Her tattoo will signify that she is available to

any black who may wish her company. Do you understand David ?"

The humiliated husband could not speak but merely nodded his acceptance;

acceptance that his wife was no longer his.........



Chapter 5

During the next several weeks Mrs. Karen Saunders felt

a twinge of fear every time the phone rang. "Would it be

Michael Washington," she always dreaded.

Since her second Black Breeding session and her plant

wide humiliation by the vengeful Black Boss she had many

anxieties. The first, naturally, was the humiliation at the plant

gate when she voluntarily surrendered her black lace panties to

the domineering Black Boss. To be forced to voluntarily take

off her panties and with her hand out stretched being made to

wait until Michael was ready to accept her gift. Karen could still

see the total shock in her husband David's face. Her poor

husband was not aware of either her first or second breeding.

What made her humiliation (and her husband's) was that

David's co-workers had witnessed her submission. During the

last two weeks the young newlyweds spoke very little to each

other. There was little to say. How could Karen explain her

slutty behavior; without telling her husband that she did it to save

his job and dignity. Therefore the embarrassed and humbled

young wife simply kept to herself.


The Factory

But even more unsettling for the young wife

was...........remembering those two eventful afternoons. She

tried...but failed.......in forgetting the pleasure of Michael's long

hard black cock. Every time she remembered those two

afternoons she felt a shiver travel throughout her tight desirable

body. Every time, Every Time, she thought of those two

afternoons she felt herself moisten between her lean tanned

thighs. But each time these unwanted emotions presented

themselves she immediately tried to erase them from her

thoughts.

For my part, I, Michael Washington could not take my

mind off the blonde vision of beauty. There was nothing before

or since I had taken, that compared to her near virginal beauty.

Her passion; her lust; her eagerness to explore new horizons

was beyond normal comprehension. I had wanted to call the

unsatiable blonde goddess the very next day...........but I realized

that the more time I entered into the equation the greater my

advantage. And besides, time was truly on my side. I could

have the beautiful white wife at the mere cost of a phone call.

Her desperate financial condition guaranteed it.

The phone gave it's shrill warning to Mrs. Karen

Saunders. It was nearly six o'clock; time for her precious

husband David to arrive after a weary day.

"Hello," she answered, her voice shaking.

"Mrs. Saunders, This is Michael," I softly spoke.

Her voice was even more unsteady as she replied, "Yes,

Mr. Washington."

"Have you talked to Mrs. Smith in the last day or so

Karen ?" I asked.

"No," she quietly spoke.

"Mrs. Smith was of course the first white wife that I

enjoyed. She is nearly thirty eight years old but she works at

keeping herself in very good shape. Well, she called and told

me that she is going to have my child......" I let the last statement

sink in to the now terrified wife.

"She told it was mine because she has not allowed her

husband to have intercourse with her since I allowed her to milk

my cock. Have you missed your period yet Mrs. Saunders ?" I

continued.

Karen hesitated.........then softly answered, "I don't have

my period until the first of the month...." her voice fading.

"Well, maybe we need to get together before then. I

think you need another injection of my black syrup ? Don't you

Karen ?" I questioned.

There was no answer on the other end of the phone line.

And then...........total anxiety. "Mr. Washington, my

husband Dave just drove up. Can I call you back.....Please,"

she answered.

"No, Mrs. Saunders. I want to discuss this situation

with you NOW. If you want you can put David on the other

line. I am sure that he would be very interested in our close

relationship," I continued. I realized this statement would put the

young beauty totally off guard.

"No..I can't put my husband on the line. I haven't told

him about the afternoons that we shared. He would not

understand.... Please, can't I call you back," begged the blonde

housewife.

I let the blonde goddess wait....... I heard the kitchen

door open and her husband call out her name. I heard the

beautiful young housewife tell her husband that she was on the

phone. I hesitated some more....

"I liked the way your tight little pussy gripped my cock.

When I came your little pussy seemed to squeeze my spunk out

into your warm little hole. Do you remember when I took you

on my desk two weeks ago Mrs. Saunders ?" I sternly asked.

Karen was silent. I could contemplate that she was

standing in her kitchen with her doting husband very near. I

wondered what he was thinking ?


Lot's more to come..............

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