
Kelly, bought and paid for....
as told by M. Donald Fitshue
(Note* All names changed to protect the perverted)


	Kelly rushed into my den, her face flushed, chest heaving with the intake of breath 
fairly topped out her already burdened green bikini top, her long reddish blond hair 
disheveled was a wild ride on the top of her head from running in her high heels, but to 
make this short she looked absolutely gorgeous, as she always did when wearing that 
thong suit to sunbathe in our back yard by the pool as she did so often these days.  In fact, 
I picked her up because she looked like Kelly Preston's twin, the actress that played in the 
movie, "Twins," as Arnold's girl friend.
	"You'll never guess what," she gasped out at last.
	"The new neighbors are moving in?"
	"Yes, but that's not new, they however are," she replied.
	"What do you mean?"
	She walked over to the window that faced out into the backyard and pointed.
	"See for yourself."
	I had to admit, she had my curiosity up now, as we had yet to meet the people who 
had bought the house next door, nor had we heard any rumors.  Putting down the papers 
that I had been working on, I joined my wife at the window, and looked out of the bay 
style windows.  You could see the expansive back yard all the way to the woods behind us 
about an acre away with the woods following our property line to the road on the right as 
well.  In fact there was only one other house around for a mile in any direction and that 
house's back yard lay to my left and was only one hundred feet away on the other side of 
our wooden fence.  To say we were secluded would be putting it mildly, but that's what 
we had wanted when we purchased the place.  Both estates owned the woods surrounding 
us, but allowed for some social contact.  Of course they were expensive real-estate so I 
had just assumed that the people moving in next door would be very much like us.  I 
couldn't have been more wrong, for there standing before me were two of the tallest, 
blackest men I'd ever seen talking to a very well shaped mocka cream colored lady whose 
body rivaled that of Kelly's even if her tan was natural.
	"The black guy on the left with all of the muscles is Kanga, he's the woman's 
brother, her name is Shauna, and she's married to the slim fellow on the right named 
Burt," Kelly advised as excited as I'd ever seen her.
	When we had married only two years ago, she had been 17, a fresh young virgin in 
her first year of college aspiring to find either a husband of wealth, or a degree in which 
she could make a successful career for herself.  Luckily I came along first, and with her 
parents permission we were married before Kelly finished her first year at Berkley.  Taking 
her cherry on our wedding night, I explained the facts of life to my new bride, the first 
being that when in the future, we would need to spice up our sex lives that we would just 
do it, and not be judgmental of each others needs.  Of course she laughed then, but now, 
after two years of having sex with the same person over and over again, I could see a 
glimmer in her eyes that was definitely sexual hunger, and it was directed at our neighbor's 
backyard.  Her nipples were poking out at the thin slips of material covering her breasts, 
and I could smell her heated perfume teasing my nostrils.
	"Do I detect some interest my dear?"  I asked, moving up behind Kelly, and 
putting my arms around her front to fondle what had been only mine up till now, I cupped 
her left tit with my left hand while my right hand brushed against the wetness of her thong, 
"Are those black brutes turning my wife into a raving slut?  Oh my!  I think so."
	"Donald!  Don't be silly," she said, trying to bluff, "How could I ever find such 
ugly men attractive when I have you around?  Besides, it's as you said, they're black."
	"As if that would stop any white woman," I said, "and in some cases it's more than 
enough of a reason for that very cause."
	"What do you mean?"  Kelly asked trembling as I inserted a digit into her slippery 
pink slit.
	"I mean that you wouldn't be the first white bitch in heat to chase after some big 
nigger stud, darling," I cooed, using that base word, nibbling at her neck behind her right 
ear, massaging her left tit, and finger fucking her greasy cunt, "not that I'd object, mind 
you, but the wife/sister just might."
	"What?  You mean to tell me that it doesn't matter to you if some strange black 
man is grunting between your wife's wide spread legs?  You wouldn't be.....jealous?"
	"Well, maybe just a little bit," I said to appease her ego, "but just thinking about it, 
as if it were really about to happen, has given me a raging hard on.  I can almost see you 
groveling around with those two studs, and it's a pretty erotic picture."
	"Two?" She asked shuddering as her first climax rushed through her soaking my 
right hand, "Oh shit Donald, fuck me.  Fuck me baby!  Right here in front of the window!"
	"Where they can all see you, right?"
	"Yes!  Oh yes!" She instructed, then bent slightly forward grabbing hold of the 
window sill, as she spread her legs apart.
	I pulled the thong down, but only to her knees, then unzipped my trousers, and 
pulled my hard on out as she waited in anticipation.
	"You want it bad, eh?" I asked placing my left hand on her back as I took hold of 
my cock in my right hand and guided it to her moist lower lips.
	"Oh yes, please!" She begged, "Give it to me!  Hurry!  Hurry!"
	"Only if you pretend that I'm one of those black guys next door," I said,  "will you 
do that for me darling?"
	"Oh please Donald!  I need it so bad!  Don't tease me now!"
	"I'm not teasing you dear, just trying to help you out.  You know you really want 
those two black fuckers shoving their cocks in your lily white tan lined pussy as well as I 
do.  Now don't you?" I asked, pushing the very tip of my dick against her seething slit, 
and just parting the lips.  "Well, don't you?"
	"Yes, damn it!"  She gasped out, her body trembling, "Damn you Donald!  Damn 
your persistent badgering, and damn me for being such a wanton slut right now!  But 
damn you the most for letting me be one!  Now fuck me.....fuck me you......black 
bastard!"
	As soon as she said it, I shoved every square inch of dick that I had straight up her 
pussy in one swift thrust, all eight inches of it.
	"Ohhhhhh.....yyeeeeeeeah.....baby!  Fuck me with your big black dick!"  Kelly 
cried out shamelessly.
	She of course didn't see the three of them suddenly look up right at us, but I could 
swear that I saw a lot of white teeth suddenly flash our way before they looked away once 
again.  If I was any judge of character, we and the neighbors were about to get very close.  
Very close indeed.
	"Yes, beg for it bitch!  You know you want it bad!" I said pumping harder, 
"You've always wanted to fuck a big black stud, haven't you?"
	"Oh nooo, neverrrrrr!  Only cheap, dirty whores fuck with black guys.  I...never 
...ohhhhhhhhhh pleeeease.....don't make me.......say it."
	"Say what?  That secretly you've always craved big black dicks Kelly?  That deep 
down, your really just some dirty white slut who's always hid her perverted lust for those 
dangerous black devils?  Never daring to tell anyone what a low life filthy disgusting 
tramp you are down there, in your nasty white snatch, down where the real you lives?  
Tell me!  Tell me the truth, now, or I won't let you cum until you do!"
	"Yes!  Yes!  Yes to all of it, damn you!"  she moaned, her ass swinging violently 
left then right, then up and down trying desperately to fuck back at me.
	"Tell me you want those men Kelly,"  I fairly whispered, "Tell me, and maybe, just 
maybe, I'll let them have some of this tight white pussy of yours.  Make me believe it."
	"You want the truth motherfucker?  I'll tell you the truth........"
	"Do you want to fuck them?"  I interrupted, and started to hammer into her cunt.
	"Yesssssss!"
	"Suck their big black cocks?"
	"Yessssssssss!"
	"Eat their cum?  Let them cum in your cunt, your ass, all over your white body?"
	"Yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssss!  Oh yes!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming baby!"
	I was right behind her too, my own cream trampling through my cock tube and out 
into her luscious tight pussy.  Too much to stay in such a crowded cavern it soon backed 
up and pushed out around our connection, much like a greased fitting would when over 
filled by a grease gun.  I grabbed a hand full of bright red/blond mane and pulled back as I 
pumped her cunt to overflowing with my dick, something she had liked for me to do of 
late as it made her feel all the more submissive, and she loved being submissive.  Loved it 
when I called her nasty names, or humiliated her in private in our home.  I reached around 
and pulled the tiny whisps of cloth away from her breasts so that our neighbors could get a 
good look at her attributes for themselves, and once again the white teeth glared brightly 
as Kelly's silver dollar sized nipples came wobbling into view.
	I slid my dick out of my wife's cunt and then, just for the hell of it, wiped the slime 
off all over her backside before putting it back in my pants once again.  Kelly was still 
breathing hard and trembling as if she'd just run a marathon, her head hung down in pure 
humiliation, as it were, made her unaware of the new neighbors eyes on her exposed 
fleshed, but even from that distance I could see their growing hunger bulging out in their 
pants.
	"When you catch your breath, and think your up to it," I said, "Why don't you 
invite the neighbors over for a barbecue.  Don't clean up though, I want you to let them 
see you the way you really are slut."
	It was several hours before our guests would arrive, so I had Kelly go and soak in 
a bubble bath as I prepared the grill.  When I had things under control by the picnic table I 
went back into the house and instructed Kelly what to wear for the evening.
	"I think for tonight you should be all in white," I said, "white nylons, garterbelt, 
silk panties, and this."  I held up an almost sheer white mini skirted piece that was held up 
by two thin straps, and had no back.  She wouldn't need a bra with this dress, and as I 
knew, it barely contained her voluminous breasts.
	"That's not a dress, it's a slip, they'll see right through that," Kelly gasped.
	"Absolutely," I replied, "how else do you think they're going to know how 
available you are?"
	"You really want me too.......too...."
	"Why yes," I said, "I thought we'd already agreed, darling.  Your going to become 
a whimpering white sex toy, tonight hopefully, but for sure very soon.  Now go put on 
your makeup, and make it look seductive, after all, your hunting hard black meat tonight, 
babe."
	The barbecue was successful in several ways, not the least of which was getting 
everyone introduced to each other so that we would be comfortable in the future.  Even 
though nothing happened there had been a moment there, when Shauna asked;  "So tell 
me dear, did you wear white on your wedding day?" that had me getting hard because 
Kelly, backlited by the porch light at that moment looked nearly nude to the four sets of 
eyes already stripping her bare.
	"Why yes, I surely did," Kelly answered in her best leftover southern accent, "I've 
never been with any man other than my husband Donald."
	"Maybe," Shauna said almost under her breath, then smiling wickedly added,  "but 
never is a long time....."

************

	It was during the week, while I was away on business, that we got an invitation to 
a party for the following Saturday next door.  Kelly said that Shauna came over every 
morning to have coffee while I was gone, feeling us out I supposed, and by mid week 
invited us.  Kelly was bubbling over with excitement.
	"You know what else she told me?"  My wife asked over the phone, and before I 
could say anything Kelly burst out with, "Their swingers!  You know, people who fuck 
outside of their marriage as well as each other.  And get this!  She's really hot for your 
bod, and both of them would love to swap with us."
	"Have you done anything with the neighbors while I've been gone?" I asked.
	"Not that I haven't been dying to, but no I haven't," she pouted through the 
connection.  I had once told her not to do anything behind my back or I would divorce her 
in a flash, so she had taken me literally to task.  I figured that maybe I should now tell 
what that meant to me, and see what it sparked.
	"Going behind my back is when you do something without telling me about it 
Kelly," I explained, "and keep it a secret from me.  I just don't like sneaks or cheats."
	"You mean that?" She asked over the phone, "I can just......."
	"Of course I do silly,"  I replied, and wondered how long it would take her to 
make a beeline over to Shauna's place, or for that matter latch on to Kanga or Shauna's 
husband Burt's large ebony wands, "I have to go darling, but I'll be home later tonight, 
and you can tell me all about it.  My flight gets in at 8:00PM and you can tell me all about 
it on the way home."
	As things turned out the neighbors weren't home until well after I myself arrived 
home that night, and the next day was Saturday, the day of their party..

************

	As it was to be a semi-formal get together of business acquaintances as well as 
their friends I had Kelly put on almost the very same thing she'd worn to the barbecue 
only this time all in black.  The addition of her stiletto heeled black paten leather shoes 
with ankle straps gave her legs that look that any man would pant after.  As an added 
touch, I had made her shave her entire pubic area, though in truth, there wasn't much left 
to shave off.
	It was mostly a black crowd, as we knew it would be, and I made quite a few new 
business contacts during the length of the evening, but by 10 PM all of the couples with 
children waiting at home had left, which made Kelly and I the only two white beacons in 
an ocean of black.  
	Still, there was that feeling of being welcome, and by the time midnight rolled 
around there were only a few single men, our neighbors, and us to enjoy the water pipe 
that had suddenly appeared.  I'm sure it had to be hashish, as marijuana had never bashed 
my brain pan in this manner before.  I suddenly found myself sitting next to Shauna alone 
in her spacious living room on the couch.  
	Looking down, I saw that she had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it.  
I had no idea how my pants had come off or where they were for that matter as she slowly 
bent down and engulfed my prick to the root.  My mind started to clear right then, and I 
wondered where Kelly was.
	"Where's my wife?"  I asked, pulling Shauna's head from my lap.
	"Honey, now don't tell me you one of those guys who only gets off on watching 
his wife getting fucked without getting a little pussy for himself."
	"No.  Well, not entirely.  You see, it's her first time.  With anyone but me....."
	"Really?"  Shauna asked.
	"Yes, it's the truth," I replied.
	"Hell, in that case, follow me," and she yanked me from the couch taking flight, 
"they just left, and if we hurry, we can watch the whole thing from the monitor room while 
you and I enjoy each other.  I'll even tape it for you."
	The room we ended up in wasn't all that large, a closet really, with about ten TV 
monitors all in living color showing various areas of their property.  Flipping several pre-
selected switches we suddenly had a view of what looked like a workout area with all the 
prerequisite benches, padded mats and the like.  She flipped another switch and we could 
hear the music that Kelly and Bart were dancing to surrounded by at least seven other 
black males in that room including Shuana's brother Kanga.
	"See," Shauna said, "we can watch it all from here while we have our own fun.  
Just let me start the tapes going."
	She showed me how to move the cameras, and how to make them zoom in for 
close-ups, then went down on her knees under the desk and started to suck me off again.
	With Shuana occupied, I watched as Bart slow danced with Kelly.  He already had 
his right leg between hers his large black hands positioned possessively on her round ass 
cheeks massaging her butt through the thin material, his tongue gutting her mouth 
savagely in front of his friends.  It looked more like two people fucking with their clothes 
still on than it did dancing, and I was surprised at how quickly Burt had taken charge over 
my wife.  Leading her around the circle of men he pulled up her skirt to let each man have 
a quick feel of tonight's sacrificial white altar.  Surprising also was how Kelly wriggled her 
ass back at each man's touch.  She was hotter than I'd ever seen her, and had no idea that 
I was watching her from another room.  I knew that she'd let it all hang out this night.
	With the conclusion of their dance, Kelly went straight away to her knees and had 
Bart's massive ebony pillar balancing from both her little hands as if holding up the world 
itself.
	"It's......HUGE!" Kelly said.
	"All the better to fuck little white cunts with,"  Bart replied.
	"I'm no slut," Kelly retorted indignantly.
	"I see, so why are you holding on to a hard black dick, and why are you here in a 
room full of black men, so ready and willing to be fucked?" Bart asked, then said, "Your a 
slut all right, you know it, I know it, all these Niggers in the house know it, and I'll bet 
even your old man knows it too.  But you want to play games I think.  You want to be 
taken by the feared blackman that your daddy warned you about, and that your great, 
great, great grand daddy used as mere nigger slaves.  Oh don't bother to deny it, it's 
written all over your southern belle face.  The truth is, you want this nigger dick so bad 
that you'd do just about anything to get its pulsing hardness to invade your lily white 
body."
	"The truth is," Bart continued, "you're a Nigger loving whore that just hasn't been 
broken in yet, and before this night is over you'll be groveling on the floor inundated with 
our sperm, and begging for the nastiest, most humiliating treatment we can give you in the 
most degrading of fashions.  You may go back to your white husband tomorrow, but 
you'll keep coming back for your fix of big black throbbing Nigger dick."
	"That's the truth.....isn't it?" Asked Bart, "Isn't it?"
	"No....yes....." Kelly replied in a whisper, a tear rolling down her right cheek as at 
last she admitted it to herself, forced to look into a reluctant mirror image that Bart had 
painted for her.  Degraded by her own secret passions.
	Bart took her chin in his left hand and lifted it up to look at him, then smiled with a 
wicked grin.
	"Hey baby, it's okay," he said cock sure and full of himself, "we Niggers love 
fuck'en a fine white bitch such as yourself.  Hey, that's why were here.  Ain't it boys?"
	A chorus of, "Right on's," and "Let's get ta fuck'en the slut," rang out in the gym 
room.
	"There, you see." Bart said, "Your a big hit here. Now why don't you get started 
suck'en on the big black prick you got there in your hand, while the other fellas get 
undressed."
	It wasn't a request really, though it was worded that way, and Kelly complied to 
Brat's first command, stepping right over the color barrier, and into the world of a true 
slut.  Her lips parted then stretched wide over the bulbous head of Bart's shiny ebony 
knob, and she shuttered.  I think it was her first orgasm of the night, and it was simply 
caused by that hard black dick entering her mouth, or perhaps it was the taste of 
wickedness.  What ever it was it had a profound effect on Kelly's psyche, and the change 
that came over her then was astounding.  Her whole demeanor changed, she no longer 
looked like a trapped animal, but more now like a predator, as I watched her swallow nine 
full inches of cock in one quick forward motion of her head.  With that move she already 
had more cock in her than she ever had had in her life, and that was just the beginning.
	"That's it 'ho,' suck that big black dick like you mean it!" Bart moaned.
	As Kelly sucked on Bart, Kanga, now naked, moved in behind her and pushed the 
skirt of her dress up over her tight buttocks to expose her bottom to the crowd.
	"Hot Damn!  This bitch even dresses like a ho," Kanga said looking at his buddies, 
"Now don't tell me a piece of this ain't worth fifty buck guys."
	I couldn't believe it, the other black men were handing Kanga money to fuck my 
wife.  These men were literally turning my wife Kelly into a whore, and she wasn't even 
protesting it.  It wasn't possible that she hadn't heard Kanga's remark, no way.
	"She is a whore," I said in the control room as Shauna's head bounced up and 
down in my lap.
	"We all are baby," Shauna giggled taking my cock out of her mouth for a moment.
	Back in the gym, Kanga made a real production out of lowering Kelly's thong style 
panties for his friends, and brother-in-law as my wife now stood up doubled over sucking 
ravenously on Bart's ten inch night stick.
	"Who wants to be first?" Kanga roared.  "What am I bid, to see who gets to break 
her Nigger cherry?  We'll start off with a penny!"
	The bidding was fast and furious, but in the end the top bid was 25cents, made by 
the guy named Felix who undoubtedly had the biggest blackest slab of meat hanging from 
his groin that nearly went to his knees.  I sat there in amazement as the guy came up 
behind my wife, and I got a side on view of his equipment.  Saying it was a horse cock just 
didn't seem to do it justice, and watching him heft it into place, lining it up with Kelly's 
shaved twat nearly made me blow my load into Shauna's cocksucking mouth right then.
	Felix placed his large left hand on Kelly's sculptured ass to hold her steady as he 
slid his dick along the length of her slit, rubbing her enflamed clit in a prolonged tease.  In 
no time Kelly was hunching back, spreading her legs wider, grinding against it's length in 
absolute wantonness.  Her cunt leaving a trail of slick wet juices over it's length.  Her 
mouth never leaving Bart's black dong for a second during this unusual foreplay.
	"Girl, with an ass like yours you were meant for fuck'en Nigger!" Kanga said.
	"Yeah man," Felix agreed, "look at that booty go!"
	"I told you so," I said to the screen in the monitor room.
	Felix had had enough foreplay, and winking at Kanga lined the head of his massive 
black prick up on my wife's tiny bald white slit.  It was going to stretch the hell out of her 
if he got it in, as it was as thick as a beer can and looked to be a foot in length or better.  I 
stared in rapt attention, not wanting to miss this momentous occasion.  In truth I was a 
consummate voyeur, as far as Kelly was concerned at least.  The head so black it showed 
up nearly purple on the screen touched where no other man ever had before me.  Giving a 
steady push the lips seemed to spread open slightly as if kissing, then opened even more, 
and more again, stretching out and around that invading tennis ball head.  He had the first 
inch in and still was stretching out that pussy of her's, then the second inch and the head 
of his cock was finally inside of my wife.  Her head was no longer bobbing up and down in 
Bart's lap as another inch of that tree trunk pushed into her cunt she held still breathing 
heavy through her nose, her body trembling as she stood stooped over.
	With three inches of cock in Kelly, Felix pulled back just a little before pushing 
forward again and slipped the fourth inch of his prick into her.  Then backing up again he 
pushed forward until six inches of hard throbbing black meat -the normal size of most 
men- was imbedded in my wife's twat.  With still more than half of his prick to go he 
pushed in again going beyond where even I had been on my best day, and in two more 
fucking thrusts had eleven inches of hard, ebony, beer can meat drilled into my wife's 
white strained pussy with a couple of inches left to go yet.  (I suddenly blew my first load 
deep down Shauna's throat, as Kelly scored her second climax of the evening just from 
having that black dick inside of her.)
	Now with most of his mighty weapon firmly shoved up my wife's cunt from 
behind, Felix stirred the bowl so to speak revolving his hips, and eliciting moans from 
Kelly's over stuffed cocksucking mouth.  Sort of a mewling sound like a cat's purr, and a 
mouse's scream muffled, both combined.  I could see her own hips hunching back at that 
giant prick warping her fuck hole, like some pornographic tarts we'd once laughed at on a 
video tape we rented.  She already had close to two feet of cock in her from only two 
different men at two different ends, and I don't believe that I've ever seen her so hot as 
another black man came over, exposed her firm ripe swollen teats and began sucking on 
them, one then the other, back and forth.  That's when Kelly returned some of her 
attention on Bart's prick, more I'm sure because Felix started to actually fuck her than by 
any conscious endeavor.
	My own cock hadn't deflated after blowing off in Shauna's mouth, but she kept 
sucking on it anyway waiting for me to stop playing with all of the controls as I tried to 
get everything of my wife's first extramarital, first interracial, first gang banging sexual 
experience in her life on the tapes, to share with her later.
	Kelly was fast approaching her third orgasm when the men using her, as if by 
mutual agreement suddenly stopped what they were doing and froze in place. 
	"Don't stop!"  She cried out pulling her mouth off of Bart's cock for the first time 
in frantic desperation, "Please don't stop now, can't you see how close I am to coming!"
	"That so?" Kanga asked lazily, seeming to not care, "What do you want us to do 
about that slut?"
	"Fuck me!  You've got to fuck me!"
	"Baby," Felix said, "We, ain't got to do nothin."
	"What do you mean?"  Kelly cried out, "I'll do anything you want, just don't stop 
fucking me with those big black dicks!  I'm too close!  Too close!"
	"Anything?"  Kanga asked.
	"Yes, damn it!  Anything, I don't care what it is, I'll do it!"
	"Even become my property?"  Bart asked.  "Go whoring for only black men if I 
tell you too?  Or what if I want to have you knocked up, give you a little Nigger baby for 
your husband and you to raise?  Would you like that?"
	"Yesssssssssssss!"  Kelly hissed in answer, to far along to think straight or else she 
really didn't care as long as they continued fucking her.
	Not that what Bart was asking her wouldn't happen anyway, since I'm sterile Kelly 
has never taken any birth control and now was too late to start.  He hadn't asked her if 
she'd do all of that though, he's asked her if she'd like that, a subtle difference, but all of 
the difference in the world.  It was easy to see that Bart was the dominant type something 
Kelly would really appreciate as a true submissive.
	"What if I wanted you to wear my ring?"  Bart said, "As a sign that your truly 
mine.  Would you agree to wear it?  Always?"
	"Yes, oh yes!  Anything baby!"
	It happened so fast that it was over before she felt it, and let out a blood curdling 
scream of intense pain.  The guy who had been sucking on her tits moved out of the way 
and there, pierced into Kelly's right nipple, was a gold engagement type ring with a 
diamond in it.  A small bead of blood showed, but that was all, and it would heal quickly 
no doubt.
	"There you go bitch, now your mine," Bart laughed, and then standing up, his 
cock just out of her reach, he barked, "Now lick all of my friends asses while Felix throws 
the meat to that filthy Nigger loving white hole of yours!"
	I couldn't take anymore, I pulled Shauna out from under the console, and onto the 
floor entering her sodden twat in one quick thrust.  I didn't remember her undressing, but 
I didn't care just then either.  Shauna was every bit as energetic as I was as she wrapped 
her legs around behind me and fucked back like some demented wild cat.  I had already 
cum in her mouth so I wasn't worried about cuming before she got her cookies, I just 
wanted to possess her almost as much as her husband now possessed my Kelly.  A quick 
look up at the monitors showed Kelly eagerly licking the ass of the man who had pierced 
her right tit while Felix drove the full length of his bludgeoning black prick in and out of 
her shaved white pussy with the other men in a line to get their assholes licked by her in 
turn as Bart watched stroking his own ten inches nearby.
	"You know of course," Shauna said, "that once they go black, they usually only go 
back to their wimpy teeny dicked husbands to pack their bags, or turn him into a douche 
bag for cleaning up their soiled cunts.  But somehow I don't think that will work with 
you."
	"Why's that?" I asked, pumping her pussy harder.
	"For one your not a wimp, two your not teeny, and most important three is that 
your not some poor love sick schmuck fawning over a piece of ass.  I'll bet there's even a 
marriage contract between you and Kelly, isn't there?"
	"Right on all accounts,"  I said, "but then your husband knew that already or he 
wouldn't have pierced her tit as I requested."
	"That was your idea?"  She asked gasping for breath as she approached her climax.
	"I thought it would add realism to what she's going through," I replied as she 
whirled into a violent orgasm, "even helped Bart pick the ring out.  Kelly is such a 
submissive slut that she just took it in stride."
	Over the next three hours I fucked Bart's wife Shauna in every position possible in 
that little room.  Occasionally we would look over to the monitors to see what was going 
on, of course, and I would sometimes adjust the cameras or change the tapes as they filled.  
My wife often a Beluga swimming in an ocean of blackness, more often than not had a 
black cock in her cunt, another in her asshole, while blowing still yet another, or getting tit 
fucked, depending on the position they man handled her into as she jacked off two more 
black pricks.  Her black silk slip was on the floor nearby, as were her panties, but they'd 
made her keep the garters, nylons, and spiked heels on to ingrain the whorish behavior 
into her plyable mind, just as the men paying for her had, and the biding for first to fuck 
her had totaled only two-bits.  My wife was obviously being trained, or brain washed if 
you will, into living the life of a cheap sleazy whore, a white girl toy for the amusement of 
her crafty black masters.  
	No doubt entered my mind that if I wasn't who I was, Bart would have tried to 
steal her from me, but as his boss and the CEO of the company -to which he was an 
aspiring young vice-president- he knew that no amount of Black Mail would work on me 
in this or any situation.  I crushed bigger men than him before and he's seen me do it.
Nor would he be able to steal away her affection from me, due to our marriage contract 
she'd become a pauper if I so chose, and she had married me for my money as well as my 
power, we both knew going in that she could be easily replaced in a heart beat.
	Bart's only goal in this matter was subtle, and that was to make me a cuckold to 
him, if only in spirit, and that I didn't mind at all, since it wasn't based in reality, in effect a 
game of sexual liberties given and taken, as I fucked his wife in the control room.
The control room that I had had built into the house as I owned it through a holding 
company of mine, but which Bart and his wife had graciously agreed to live in for free.  Of 
course my Kelly didn't know all of this, but then it wouldn't have been as much fun for her 
if she had known that I owned her new lover's ass right to his balls.
	I made a mental note to give Bart a big Christmas bonus this year as I looked and 
saw that Felix was once again fucking Kelly, but this time, unbelievably, in her ass.  The 
large loads of scum deposited by the others who had fucked her there making his effort 
barely possible, but that much more exotically intimidating to observe.
	"Fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass, Nigger!"  Kelly fairly screamed out through the 
speakers, even thought they were turned down now,  "Fuck me dirty you motherfucker!"
	And they did.   Over and over again, all that night and into the next day they 
fucked Kelly, pulling and tugging at her every which way.  Spanking her ass to a flaming 
fiery red that rivaled her long sperm drizzled tresses, or pinching her unpierced left nipple 
or leaving sucker bites on her inner thighs, they fucked her ruthlessly, using her like a 
piece of meat, and she loved it all........whore that she is.......always was.  As Shuana 
always says, "We're all whores baby.  You just have to be able, and want to pay the 
price."
	It's only been about a month since then, but I can't help noticing how Kelly seems 
to have a maternal glow about her......
