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.
