HUBBY'S CONTROL
by Sandra

It was two months into my pregnancy before my husband brought the
black guys round again.  It was after he had been out drinking for
the evening and he arrived home with six of them.  I had already
gone to bed and I heard them open the bedroom door and as I looked
up they all began undressing.  I just stared at them as they walked
towards the bed and my husband switched on the light as he arrived
with the camcorder.  For the next couple of hours they took turns
fucking me while my husband filmed the whole thing.  This happened
several times a week for the next couple of months and I began to
find the sex exciting and very enjoyable.  I was now about six
months into my pregnancy and my belly was heavily swollen with my
black child.

I woke up one morning after a torrid sex session with four or five
black men to see my husband sitting in front of the TV wanking over
the night before's tape.  As I had my bath I started to think about
what I should do about this situation.  It was clear that my husband
got off on my situation and I had to admit that the sex was
extremely satisfying.  I had never had so many orgasms as I had the
night before.  I felt that I needed to gain control over the
situation.  I just could not stand the thought of my husband
enjoying what he had put me through.  I had to do something to turn
the tables and get the control away from him.  I went into the
bedroom and got dressed into a short summer maternity dress without
a bra and panties as I found them increasingly uncomfortable.

I went into the kitchen to grab a coffee and told my husband that I
was going shopping.  He did not seem pleased and I had the faint
glimmer of an idea about my husbands enjoyment.  Maybe it was the
control aspect that played a large part in his enjoyment, the fact
that he decided who, when and where.  Anyway he certainly did not
seem that happy for me to be going shopping dressed this way.  My
husband actually picked up the car keys and told me that he had some
things to get in town and that he would come with me.  When we
arrived I arranged to meet him later at a small bar where we could
get  a drink and some lunch.  I wandered around the shops and
eventually started to make my way to this bar.  As I did so I passed
a pool hall which was populated entirely with black men.

As I glanced in I could see that I knew two or three of the men
inside intimately.  They noticed me and came to the door, inviting
me inside and introducing me to some of the other men.  I looked
around and roughly counted 22 guys, all black and some fairly rough
looking. I was escorted to the bar where they bought me a beer and
started to chat to me.  There was about 25 pool tables in the room
with a small seating area in front of a TV set. One of the guys I
knew  gestured to a table but I refused. I was mindful of my lack of
undergarments. I didn't want to start a riot.  I began to wonder
about my motivations. I realized I hadn't thought about my husband
in quite a while.  Others joined our conversation and finally I was
introduced to all the Guys...One of the guys said jokingly, "I don't
remember my wife looking as good as you when she was pregnant." We
all laughed and I thanked him. I asked if they thought my outfit was
inappropriate for a pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just
fine.

Not surprising since they were all men. I could see that I was
having an effect on them. It was exactly the effect that I had hoped
for. Now, however, I was beginning to feel sorry for them. My
teasing had got them worked up and I knew they were excited. Seeing
all these horny men around me was making me horny and I could feel
the moisture between my legs.  I decided it was time to leave and I
began to say my good-byes. I suddenly realized that something was
touching my waist. I looked down to see a pair of black hands gently
holding me at the waist. I suddenly became aware of a huge lump
pressing into the crack of my ass. I wondered how long I had been
leaning against the man. As I started to pull away, the man said,
"Stay here as long as you want, mam."  I noticed that he was slowly
grinding his bulge into my ass. I knew I should move away but I
couldn't. I loved the feeling of that big cock rubbing against me. I
found myself pushing my ass back against the thrusting black man.
This had to stop. We were getting carried away.

The rest of the guys were watching our act with increasing interest.
It was making me hotter than hot.I looked around to get a look at
the monster teasing my bottom. The man was wearing loose fitting
trousers and the bulge was making a fair sized tent. As I turned
slightly to get a look at the man's hidden tentpole, he slowly
worked his zipper down. My heart started pounding and my chest began
heaving. "Should I take it out?" I kept staring at his hand, unable
to say anything. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't think
straight. I knew that I should stop this act and get away, but
something held me in place. The man took my silence as permission to
continue. Soon, I found myself looking at the largest cock that I
had ever seen.

I stared in awe at the beast. The man began rubbing his cock against
the slick material of my dress. I closed my eyes and concentrated on
the large piece of flesh rubbing against me. I wanted to touch it
but I couldn't bring myself to make such a move. I found myself
meeting the man's thrusts as his cock rubbed against me.. It must
have been a foot long. I also noticed that most of the other men had
their cocks out and the sight almost made me faint. I noticed
another thing, as well. The black man rubbing me had moved his hands
up my waist and was teasing the underside of my breasts. He seemed
reluctant to cup them fully. I guessed that he was afraid that I
might move away. The fact is I wanted him to squeeze my tits more
than anything.Slowly the black man eased his big hands around my
tits and began to gently squeeze.

I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of the hands on my tits
and the cock rubbing my ass. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he removed
his hands and I was crushed. I wanted those hands back on my tits,
but he had another idea. My attention was drawn to the hem of my
dress which had ridden up. His hands were now pulling on the hem,
raising it slowly up my leg. Out of reflex I put my hands to the
front of my dress to keep my pussy from being revealed. He continued
raising my hem in the back until I felt the smooth skin of his cock
on my bottom. He then pulled the hem back down,trapping his hard
cock inside my dress.The rubbing began again. His hands returned to
my tits. Every eye in the room was trained on me. The crack of my
ass was getting slick from the man's pre-cum.

I still couldn't move away. I realized that moving away was the last
thing I wanted to do. His stokes against my ass were getting longer.
I felt another sticky wetness on my leg and I knew it was from me.
My body knew what was happening yet my brain was in neutral. My body
was making preparations and my brain was only now realizing, "The
man is going to fuck me."At that very moment I felt the man's cock
stretching the opening of my pussy. As he slowly impaled me, I came,
flooding his cock with my juices.Slowly he began to pump. I began to
ride up and down on his black fuckstick. I was surprised that it
fit. Then again, I was very wet. I felt his hands massage my
breasts. I heard another man say, "Look at that, she's really
fucking him." Another said, "I can't believe that she's letting him
do that, with a bun in her oven."After my second orgasm the man
said, "Let's go sit on the couch." I was disappointed when he pulled
his cock out of me and I was eager to put it back where it belonged.

The man sat on the couch and I quickly straddled him. Again he
stretched my cock hungry pussy as I settled down on his pole. As I
bottomed out, I leaned down to kiss the man whose cock was embedded
in my pussy. I realized that the man was very ugly. He was the type
of man that would scare me under normal circumstances, but now I
just wanted him to fuck me hard.We were now drawing a crowd. The
long anticipation was over. It was no longer a matter of whether I
should be here with all these men.  I was so hot that I decided to
completely let go. I invited the other men to join in. Quickly, a
second man began to rub my tits as I pumped the black cock. The men
avoided my belly at first. Later they stroked it. A third man spit
into his hand and used the lubricant to grease up my ass. He then
pushed his cock into my asshole and began matching my strokes on
cock number 1. I've never felt so full. I had a third orgasm that
must have lasted for 20 seconds. When I finally opened my eyes,

I noticed the second man standing on the couch offering me his cock.
I swallowed it immediately and began sucking hard.. I was being
thoroughly fucked by three well-hung men. My orgasms were almost
continuous. The man in my mouth shot his load first.  Without
thinking, I put my mouth over the next cock that was presented to my
mouth. He was wanking his cock into my face and them pumped several
strings of sperm down my throat and into my belly. The black man
fucking my pussy was now ready to cum. He buried his cock into me
and blew out his load. I could feel the pressure of the surge. It
caused me to orgasm again. When he was done, I got off allowing the
load to drip out.

I knelt down and cleaned the man's cock and licked up the cum from
his belly. When finished, I stood up and asked,"Whose next?"Several
men moved forward at once. I held up my hands and said, "I can't do
you all at once." I pointed to the three closest guys and had the
first sit down on the couch. I decided it was time to remove my
dress. Man number 2 new what to do when I raised my arms. In one
smooth move he grabbed the hem of my dress and raised it over my
head. I was glad to see that the man on the couch had a nice large
hard-on. I gave a couple of strokes to the cocks of the other two
chosen studs. With three more hard cocks ready for my body, I
proceeded to straddle the man on the couch. In no time he was
pounding me pretty hard. It was great.I motioned for the other two
to assume their positions. Soon, I was filled up with cock again.
The guy in my pussy added to the already mind blowing stimulation by
sucking on my nipples. He stepped off the sofa and another man took
his place. This went on and on as the guys filled me with their cum
and then were replaced by another. I had numerous orgasms as my body
was pounded. Ishould say that they fucked me good and hard, but they
never got too rough.

They were mindful of the baby that was growing in my womb. After
taking on all of the men I  remembered that I was supposed to meet
my husband in the bar up the street. I said my goodbyes  and wiped
myself down with a towel that one of the men produced. After
slipping on my dress I walked out of the door and down the street to
the bar to meet my husband.  As I looked in the door I could see hin
sitting in a booth nursing a beer. I walked in and carefully sat
down opposite. He asked me where I had been and why I was so late.
When I told him he called me a liar and it was not until I told him
to check my dripping pussy that he believed me. I had been right
about the control aspect, it was that which excited him.  He was not
so keen on me screwing when it was not set up by him and I was
willing. I have told him that he started me off on interracial sex
and now that I enjoyed it I was planning to carry on whether he
liked it or not. He called me a bitch and walked out of the bar.

Maybe I should go back to the pool hall ??? What do you think??


