Seduction of holly

My name is Paul, and I have worked at GMAF for about

five years. I am 28, and have worked my ass off trying

to get ahead. There is an opening for a junior vice-

president, and I intend to have it. There are others in

line for the same position, but I believe that I am the

most qualified. If not as qualified, at least, more

determined. I earn a very good wage, but since I was

married a year ago, we could certainly use the extra

money. A fourteen hundred dollar a month mortgage, and

two car payments, takes a big bite out of the paycheck.

My wife, Holly, is presently unemployed. She is 24, 5'

3", 34-24-36. She is not a movie star, nor the most

beautiful woman in the world, but she is very pretty,

with a wholesome innocence about her. Have you ever

heard of a 23-year-old virgin today? Well, Holly was.

She comes from a very religious family, and is a devout

Catholic. We had plans to start a family, until she was

laid off from her PR job. We already have a baby room

furnished and decorated. There's an opening in our

mailroom, and I am trying to pull strings to get her

hired here. It doesn't pay as much as she was used to,

but still pays a good salary.

My immediate supervisor is Mr. Beal. That is what he

demands everyone in his section call him. He is a large

black male about 35. When he interviewed me five years

ago, he said, "You will call me Mister Beal, and

nothing but, Mister Beal."

I have been intimidated by him ever since. We get along

pretty well, but never anything personal is discussed.

He seems to have gotten a little more friendly in the

last year, or so. I don't think it is safe to have him

as anything more than an impersonal supervisor. I have

watched during the last five years and it seems as if

he gets on friendly terms with someone, and less than a

year later, they disappear.

I have heard they always move to better jobs, but I

still don't trust him. The first to leave was the man

that took me under his wing, when I first started. He

was a happy, well-adjusted man and never had a trouble

in the world. Within a couple of months, after Mister

Beal began being his bosom buddy, he became quiet,

morose, and seemed to be in a world all his own.

About eight months later, I came to work and his desk

was empty. Mister Beal said he had taken a position

with another company. The same circumstances have

surrounded the friendship of four other friends of

mine. It has been a couple of months since the last of

"Mister Beal's" friends has left for bigger and better

things.

"Hey, Paul, how's married life? You starting a family

yet?" As Mister Beal was saying this, he was sitting

down on the corner of my desk.

I was so surprised that all I could do is stammer,

"Married life is wonderful, but we haven't tried for a

family." Mister Beal made himself comfortable and

seemed to be there to stay for a while.

"Is this her picture?" he said, looking at a 4 x 5

framed photo on my desk. It was the only picture I had

of her in a swimming suit. "Seems to me, she has the

wide hips of a very fertile woman. My mother always

said you could tell a baby-making woman, by looking at

her hips. I don't mean anything derogatory, by saying

she has wide hips. I think they are beautiful. You have

a very good-looking wife, and should be proud of her.

Have you ever noticed black women? They all have large

hips. That's why there are so many black babies. A

black man is forever looking at a woman's ass. Well, so

much for a history of black women's asses. If you need

anything, let me know. You seem to be after that vice-

presidents job. I'm pretty tight with old man

Richardson. Want me to put in a word for you?"

I didn't know if I should be pissed, or had been

complimented. "No, don't say anything to the old man. I

will do this on my own. There is one little thing you

might help me with. Holly has been unemployed for a

couple of months. There is an opening in the mailroom.

Who is the best person I can find to put in a good word

for her? She really could use the job."

"I don't have anymore time to discuss it right now. Why

don't you drop over to my house about 7 this evening? I

live alone, and we can make a night out of it. Your

little wife wouldn't mind if you stayed out one night,

would she? We will discuss the mail room opening, and

maybe, I can come up with suggestions to help you in

your promotion," Mister Beal said, smiling.

"No, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She is always telling

me I don't have to stay home every minute." I told him.

As he left, I kept trying to figure out what he wanted.

There was something behind this conversation, but, for

the life of me, I didn't know what. Am I his next '

friend ' that leaves mysteriously? Maybe, there's

nothing to it. There's a chance that he really will

help, and Holly desperately wants a job. She's going

crazy cooped up in that house every day, not to mention

the money we are losing.

Holly was elated to hear that I was going over to

Mister Beal's. She had never met him and knew nothing

of his condescending attitude toward the employees in

his department. I never discussed my dislike or

mistrust of the man. I was still apprehensive of

meeting him at his own home, but Holly needed that job,

and it was just possible that he could help me with the

old man.

I was ringing the bell at promptly 7pm. Mister Beal

opened the door, and I was surprised to see him wearing

a pair of shorts, and nothing else. He was displaying

his muscular chest, and when I glanced down, there was

a huge mound between his legs. I looked back into his

eyes, but not before he had seen my eyes on his crotch.

There was a grin on his face, as he invited me in.

"Come in! Come in! Right on time. I like a man that is

punctual. Let's go out on the terrace, and tip a few

cold ones. We can relax and get to know each other. You

can tell me what I can do to help your pretty young

wife."

After a half dozen cold beers, I was more relaxed.

Especially, after Mister Beal told me in the privacy of

his home to call him Jim or James. I was so surprised

that I almost fell out of my chair!

"Well Paul, I think I can assure you that your wife

will get that opening in the mailroom. Have her come

tomorrow morning, and ask for Mrs. Maynard. Mrs.

Maynard owes me a favor, and will be glad to do one for

me. I believe that you would be better off working on

the old man yourself. You are already the forerunner,

and as determined as you are, you have a good chance

without my help. Now, let's go inside and watch some

home movies I have. Oh, by the way, these movies are

pretty raunchy. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I don't mind. I haven't seen a dirty movie in

quite awhile. Holly doesn't like that kind of thing." I

replied. "She is very religious and was a virgin when

we married. She is very conservative and would never

watch anything like that." My God, I can't believe I

just told him that! It must be the alcohol. I'm not

used to drinking. I haven't had a drink since I met

Holly.

We went into the den, and he brought out a bottle of

chilled brandy, with two glasses. He had a large screen

television, and the DVD was already loaded. I was

handed another glass, as he started the movie. It was

an interracial fuck film, and starred a black male,

with a white man and woman. It started out with the

white man sucking the biggest black cock I had ever

seen. The black man was eating the white woman. His

tongue was as long as my dick. Jim filled my glass

again, and I could see the bulge in his shorts had

grown much larger, if that was possible. I had a raging

six-inch hard on.

Jim said, " why don't you take your cock out and touch

it while we enjoy the movie. I'm going to pull off my

shorts, and do the same."

He had his back to me, when he pulled down his shorts.

I dropped my pants and freed my hard dick. I sat back

down and began stroking my cock. Then, he turned

around, and I saw the monster between his legs. MY God!

I couldn't believe that a dick could be that big! It

was twice as long as mine, and much bigger around. He

sat down next to me, and began stroking his massive

shaft.

After a few minutes of stroking, he stopped, and looked

me in the eyes, "You know what is more exciting?"

"What?" I croaked.

"Let me stroke yours, and you stroke mine."

At first, I thought he was joking, but looking into his

face, I could see he was not. He reached over and put

his hand on my cock. His big hand completely engulfed

it, but he began moving his hand back and forth. I

couldn't bring myself to touch his. I had never had any

desire to touch another man's dick. He took my hand and

placed it on the shaft of that monster of his. I didn't

know what to do. Another man had my dick in his hand,

and my hand was on his. What had I gotten myself into?

I was so horny, that I was gently moving my hand back

and forth, even as I was thinking.

"Now, I would say to just pretend that it is yours, but

you could never pretend something that outrageous. So,

instead stroke my dick until I shoot my load all the

way across the room." He ordered.

His long shaft was soft and smooth, but hard as a

brick. We are stroking each other with one hand and

holding our brandy with the other. He set his glass

down, and leaned over my lap. He put his mouth on my

hard dick and I almost cum immediately. I tried pulling

away, but there was no place to go. After all the

drinking, watching the erotic movie, and the

unbelievable feeling of his warm mouth on my cock was

too much. I shot my load down his throat. He swallowed

every drop! He licked my dick clean and sat up.

"Now, it's your turn." He said.

"What do you mean, 'my turn'?"

"Don't you think turn about is fair play? Did you think

I would suck your little dick, and you not suck me? You

never pushed me away, so you had to know that I would

want you to do the same to me. Don't play dumb with me!

Now, get down there and start sucking, and when I cum,

don't lose a drop! You hear me?"

He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his dick. At

first, I just put the head into my mouth, but he wasn't

satisfied with that. He pushed my head down until I was

choking. I had about eight inches of hard, black cock

in my mouth.

"You've been watching the video. You see how that white

prick is sucking black dick. You do the same to me.

Suck it good!"

I had no choice but to make him cum as soon as

possible. But, could I swallow his jism? If I ever get

out of here, I'll never get myself into a position like

this again. God, why did I ever agree to come to his

house? Why did I drink so much? I was sucking, but

still had room for my hand to be masturbating him at

the same time. There was no way I could take all his

cock into my mouth. All of a sudden, I could feel his

dick getting harder. He took my head and forced my

mouth all the way down to his pubic hairs. I was

choking! I couldn't breathe! Then, he was there! Spurt

after spurt of cum was gushing down my throat. I didn't

think he was ever going to stop. I fully believed I was

going to die from lack of air. Finally, he finished,

and released my head. Cum was dripping down his dick.

"Lick it clean. That's what I did for you." He

commanded.

I licked and cleaned his still hard dick.

"I think we are finished for tonight. You probably

want to go home and tell your wife the good news about

her job. Don't let this little episode bother you. I am

not gay and neither are you. It felt good, and wasn't

so bad, was it?" he said.

After everything was over, and I knew I wasn't going to

die, I had to admit that it felt good. It was certainly

a new experience. Not one, I ever planned on repeating.

So, I replied, "It's okay, but I don't believe that I

could ever get into a habit of doing that."

"Oh, We aren't going to do this anymore, or, at least

I'm not. This was just to get acquainted. In the near

future, there will be a woman joining us. She will get

the benefit of all the cum."

"A woman? I'm married. I cannot cheat on my wife. We

have only been married a year. We would never cheat on

each other." I almost yelled.

"Don't worry, you won't be cheating on her. Don't

forget, I am Mister Beal at work tomorrow. Goodnight.

It was a pleasurable evening."

I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I couldn't

wait to get home and gargle. I'll put this behind me,

and not think of it anymore. It's best, if I forget the

whole thing. I was emotionally exhausted when I arrived

home. Holly was delirious with joy that she was going

back to work. She never noticed that anything was wrong

with me.

Nothing was different when I saw Mister Beal the next

day. He was friendly, but not overly so. Just before

quitting time, he dropped a manila envelope on my desk.

"Open this after you leave, and be at my house at 7

this evening." He said in a commanding tone. He turned

on his heels and walked away, without giving me a

chance to reply.

I opened the envelope, as soon as I got to the car. I

almost fainted! There were 8 x 10 glossies of me

sucking his dick, and then licking it clean. There must

have been a dozen pictures. My face was clearly

visible, but nowhere was his face in a picture. I could

have been sucking any black man's dick. Oh God! What

does he want? I don't have any money. I didn't even go

home. I just drove around in a daze. I had looked at

the pictures over and over, trying to see if there was

just one, where he would be recognized. They were 9

x11's, not 8 x 10's. Kodak didn't develop them; they

were run off a computer. He must have had a digital

camera trained on the sofa. I was at his door at 7pm.

He opened it, before I could even ring.

"Hey Paul, come on in and lets get down to business. I

know you are curious and I am ready and willing to

satisfy your curiosity. Come into the den, and lets get

comfortable. You look like you could use a drink."

We walked into the den and he sat down on the sofa. I

started to set down next to him, when he said, "No, you

get on your knees between my legs. Take out my cock,

and suck on it while I tell you what you and I are

going to do. You hesitate? You want copies of those

pictures shown around work? You want copies sent to

your family and your wife's family? You ready to give

up your career? You will never get another job in this

industry. Now, get on your knees and start sucking. I

will tell you what else you are going to do."

He outweighed me by 60 pounds, and was much more

muscular than me. I couldn't fight him and hope to win.

He had me, and I still didn't know what he really

wanted. I had no choice but to get on my knees and take

out his long, limp dick. It began to grow as soon as my

mouth covered the head.

As I sucked, he started to talk, "This is what you are

going to help me with. You are going to help me seduce

your wife. I am going to fuck her until she will never

want another man. I am going to stretch her pussy,

until I am the only one that can satisfy her. Your puny

little dick will never be able to bring her to another

climax. Keep bobbing your head! Grunt, if you

understand." Good! I'm glad we understand each other. I

am going to invite the two of you to dinner. You are

going to accept the invitation to my house. Every

chance you get; you are going to tell her what a great

guy I am. You are going to tell her about the size of

the monster you are sucking. You are going to tell her

what great lovers blacks are. You are going to help me

seduce her, or everybody in this town is going to see

those pictures!" I will post them on the Internet. The

whole world will see."

He was holding my head on his dick, and I couldn't even

reply. Tears were running down my cheeks. What had I

gotten myself into? And now my wife was involved! Poor

innocent Holly! What was I going to do? This is what

had happened to the other so-called friends of Mister

Beal. Why had each of them gone along with this kind of

thing for almost a year? Probably for the same reason I

was going to, terrified of losing their job and

reputation, terrified of losing their wife and all

their possessions. Is it possible that after he fucks

her, we can pull our life back together? Without those

photos hanging over my head, I could start over in

another city. He began to stiffen and I knew what was

going to happen. He began pumping load after load down

my throat. I swallowed more easily this time. My God, I

was a cocksucker!

"Thanks Paul. With a little practice, you could become

very good at sucking black cock. You know what you are

supposed to do, don't you? You weren't enjoying your

sucking so much that you didn't hear me, were you?

Let's not waste any time. Why don't you and the little

wife come over for the weekend next Friday? That will

give her time to get settled into her new job. You will

also have time to embellish on all my attributes." He

was still laughing as he said, "This house has plenty

of room. We'll barbeque. There's a swimming pool and

Jacuzzi. I'm sure she will enjoy a new and completely

different lifestyle. You don't have to tell her how

different. She will know by Sunday. Don't look so

gloomy. We are going to have a wonderful time. At

least, I am."

Still laughing, he pushed me out the door.

"Oh, and Paul, I almost forgot, no fucking. We want her

horny for me, don't we?"

On the drive home, I realized that I had become

resigned to the inevitable. The seduction of my wife

was going to happen, whether I liked it or not.

Curiously, I was a little excited about the whole

thing. Sucking his big dick wasn't as repulsive as it

had been at first. Could I help seduce her and then

watch that gigantic cock penetrate her small pussy?

Would she enjoy it, or hate me and call the police?

Would she still love me? There were too many unknowns

for me to sort out all at once.

At home, I told Holly about going to Mister Beal's. I

told her that I had helped move some furniture and had

strained myself. This got me off the hook of having to

make love to her for a few days. She was excited about

spending a weekend in a luxury victorian home, with a

large pool and jacuzzi. I had entirely forgotten

something. I had never told her that Mister Beal was

black.

She went to work the next morning, and everything was

almost normal for the next few days. She was waiting

for me when I came in the door on Thursday. She was in

a raging fury!

"How could you? Why didn't you tell me that Mister Beal

was black? Do you think I am going to spend a weekend

in a house with a black man?" She was screaming the

words at me.

"How did you find out he was black?" I asked the stupid

question without even thinking. I was trying to remain

calm, even though my stomach was roiling inside.

"He came down to pick up his mail because his secretary

was off today. He said he was so happy we were going to

be his guests for a couple of days. I almost dropped

through the floor! Why? Why were you keeping it a

secret? You can tell him we changed our minds. Tell him

anything, but get us out of this!" She said in a more

reasonable voice.

"But, darling, I already accepted. He got you the job,

didn't he? He's going to put in a good word with the

old man for me. Did he talk nice? Wasn't he polite?

"Well, he was very nice and polite. I could tell he is

well educated. We made small talk for a while. He

complimented me on how pretty I am. That's something

you haven't done in the last few days. Still, I do not

care to be in close proximity of a black man for a

weekend. You were going to wait until he answered the

door, and let me be surprised, weren't you?"

I tried being reasonable and explained, "Look honey, I

will be right there. I'll always be by your side. Once

you get to know him, you will see he is really a very

nice guy. He's a great conversationalist. He has a

beautiful home and a large pool. It will be great to

get away for a weekend. I don't know how to politely

tell him we are not coming. There may go my promotion.

He may recommend one of the other candidates. Couldn't

you swallow your prejudice for just one weekend?" I

could see she was starting to waver.

"Well, okay, but only for one weekend." She finally

said.

"Thanks honey, you will never regret your decision." We

will have a wonderful weekend. His home is more than

twice as big as ours. I don't know why a single man

needs such a large home, and I never asked him." I was

talking too fast to cover up my nervousness.

That evening as we were laying in bed talking, she was

gently caressing my prick. It stayed soft, even though

I wanted her. I was too nervous, thinking about what

was going to happen in another day.

"Why does he live alone? Maybe, he had a wife, but they

are divorced." She was saying more to herself than to

me. "What is wrong with you? You always want to have

sex, and for the last week, you haven't touched me.

Don't you love me anymore?"

"I'll always love you and want you. It's just the

pressure at work, and I'm not really over that strain,

yet." I replied.

The next evening, as I rang the bell, I was carrying a

small suitcase and she had an overnight bag. Jim

answered the door, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. At

least, this time, he had on a shirt. He welcomed us

with a handshake and a big hug for Holly. It seemed he

took his time giving her a hug. We were showed to our

bedroom, which had a king sized bed. After unpacking

our weekend clothes, we joined him on the terrace.

There was a large bowl of iced punch sitting on the

table. We each took a large glass of punch, and he led

us around the house showing pictures and antiques he

had collected. Next, we went out back, to the yard and

the pool. He had a beautiful place and was proud of it.

Holly had finished her glass and he poured her another.

It was actually too sweet for me, so I had only sipped

on mine. Holly complained of being dizzy, and he

suggested she lay down till he had barbequed the

steaks. I took her upstairs and put her to bed, then

rejoined him. She was out like a light. We made small

talk for half an hour, or so, and then he threw the

shocker at me.

"Let's go see that little pussy of your wife's. I want

to smell and kiss it before dinner." He said this as he

was getting up and heading for the door.

"But, you can't do that. She will wake up and scream

bloody murder." I sputtered.

"Oh no, she won't." That punch is spiked and she drank

enough to keep her sound asleep while I give her a big

kiss right between her legs." He laughed.

When we entered the bedroom, she was sprawled across

the bed. He went right to her shorts and began pulling

them down. "Take off her blouse, so I can see and suck

those tits." He demanded.

I didn't know what else to do, so did as he asked. In a

few moments, she was naked in all her innocence. She

was about to be ravished without her knowledge. How

could I do this to my lovely wife? I was ashamed and

feeling guilty, but still had a raging hard on. I had

never dreamed this would happen. I stood back and Jim

got on the bed beside her. He kissed her lips, but

there was no response from her. He moved to her breasts

and began sucking one and then the other.

When she groaned, I was scared to death! But, she was

still sleeping. He kissed his way down to her pubic

mound, and was kissing and licking all around her

pussy. She squirmed in her sleep. Then, he spread her

lips with his fingers and was licking her clit. She let

out another long groan. I was holding my breath, and

praying she would not awaken. All of a sudden, his

tongue was darting in and out of her pussy. He would do

that for a few strokes, then, lick her clitoris again.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I took my dick out and

started beating it. I was never so horny in my life!

He raised his head and told me to pull his shorts off.

Again, I did as I was told. That's when he told me to

suck him, as he ate her. I was sucking him, stroking my

dick and he was eating her pussy. What an erotic sight!

Just the thought of this happening, made me shoot my

load all over the carpet. She was constantly groaning

and thrashing her hips. Jim stiffened, and I had

another load of his cum to swallow. I was beginning to

like it! Before she could climax, he stopped and got

dressed. He told me to clean up the mess I had made,

get her clothes back on her, and join him outside at

the barbeque. He acted as if nothing had even happened.

When I joined him outside, I asked why he had not let

her cum.

He said, "Because I want her horny and awake when I

fuck her. I don't like a woman to be unconscious when

my big dick is put into her tight hole. I want her to

feel every inch. I want her screaming from the sheer

size of trying to fit into her, and then screaming from

pleasure when she has gotten adjusted to it. By the

way, you have a future in sucking cock, if you ever

want to change professions. Do you enjoy sucking?"

"Until a week ago, I had never thought about it. I had

never touched another man and had no desire to. I guess

sucking you isn't so bad. I have changed completely in

a little over a week. In my wildest dreams, I would

never have thought I would be in this situation. I am

actually looking forward to seeing you fuck Holly with

that monster cock of yours. I would like to lick her

clean, when you are finished! God, I can't believe I

said that, but it is true."

"I'll put these steaks on low heat, and let's go inside

and watch one of my movies, starring yours' truly.

Holly should be awake shortly. Let's see what she does

when she walks in and sees my cock up a white girl. She

may not mean to look, but she is bound to see

something. We want to put the idea in her mind, that

white women love black cock." He said.

We had been watching the movie for about half an hour,

of Jim fucking and eating a young, beautiful white

woman. I was horny again because I knew this was real.

The woman was giving it all she could, but couldn't

seem to take all his cock inside her. I heard a sudden

intake of breath behind me, but never turned around.

Jim was saying how all white women loved black cock. He

was talking for the benefit of Holly, whom we knew was

in the doorway behind us. I asked him if he thought

Holly would be the same as the woman in the movie.

He was saying that he had never heard of a white woman

that didn't enjoy a long black dick reaching deeper

than their husbands ever could. We were just making

small talk about the pleasure a woman felt when she

could feel the baby making sperm of her black lover

squirting into her womb. It must have been 10 minutes

before I heard footsteps going outside.

In a few minutes, we got up and followed. Holly was

sitting at the table, sipping on another potent punch.

She never asked what we had been doing. She was

probably scared Jim would tell her! Jim pulled his

chair from the table and kind of sprawled into it. He

was directly across from Holly. I heard an intake of

breath, and glanced at Holly. She was staring at Jims

shorts. I looked, and could understand why she had

gasped. You could see the head of his dick sticking out

the bottom on the left side.

Every few seconds, it would jerk as if it had a life of

it's own, I knew he was doing this on purpose, but he

acted as if nothing was wrong. Holly would glance away,

but her eyes kept returning to the same spot. She was

getting more and more flustered. About that time, the

steaks were done, I brought out the salad and we had an

enjoyable meal. Jim suggested we go swimming after

dinner, and we all agreed.

I think Holly needed to cool off, and also, get away

from that punch bowl. Jim changed into a pair of skin-

tight swim trunks that looked as if there was a roll of

sausage stuck down the top of them. I was wearing

boxers, and Holly had on a conservative two-piece

swimsuit. Frolicking in the water, Jim seemed to

accidentally touch Holly's butt or breasts several

times. Once, when he was helping her out of the pool,

he "accidentally " brought her hand into contact with

his dick. She never jerked away and acted as if nothing

had happened, but I could see her face turn red.

When we went to change, she was strangely quiet. When I

looked at her with a question in my eyes, she said, "I

am scared. I feel as if something is going to happen

and I will be forever changed. There is something about

Jim that frightens me. I get a funny feeling when he

touches me. Did you see what he has between his legs?

How could a man be that big? Are all black men like

that? I saw you watching that filthy movie. That was

him with that young white woman, wasn't it? Well, are

you just going to stand there like a dummy, or answer

me?"

"You were talking so fast, I never had a chance to

answer. You are getting hysterical. Please calm down

and think rationally. Most blacks are huge in the dick

department, much bigger than white men. He never knew

you could see him at the table. Yes, that was him in

the movie. You can't blame him. She certainly was

enjoying what he was doing. I have heard that all white

women never want another white man after being with a

black. I don't know if that is true, or not. It

probably is, for a white man's equipment doesn't

measure up to a black's. She probably could not feel

her husband's little white dick anymore."

"Are you saying, if I made love to him, I wouldn't want

you anymore? I believe that he has plans to try and get

into my pants before the weekend is over. He better

change his plans! I'm not sleeping with a black man,

ever! What would my parents say? What would yours? How

could I look at myself in the mirror, knowing what I

had done? I married you, not every man that wants to

put his penis into me."

I tried to explain, without making her hysterical

again. "Darling, he is only being a man. He finds you

attractive, and he told me that it has been weeks since

he had a woman. He is only flirting. What harm is there

in that? So, he touched you in the pool and he wears

skin-tight swim trunks. Maybe he gets a thrill from

making you horny, but it is not going any further than

that.

Any man would do the same thing. You are a very

beautiful, desirable woman. You have shut yourself away

from the world too long. People are different in the

real world. Just go along with his flirting, and

occasional touch. Nothing else is going to happen.

Please believe me, you are safe as long as you want to

be."

"Are you saying that you don't mind if he flirts and

touches me? Do you like seeing another man touch my

breasts or my behind? What if he does more than that?

Would you still just watch? Don't you care what happens

to me? What if he is serious, and wants to really stick

that giant thing inside me? Would you keep your mouth

shut and let him?" I couldn't understand why she was

speaking so calmly.

"Honey, I love you, and your happiness is very

important to me. If you ever wanted him to make love to

you, I would keep my mouth shut. There would be no

recriminations or accusations. I would accept the fact

that you did it because you wanted to experience a

forbidden act. An act that you have never dreamed

about! You have never done anything that was improper

in your life. For once, if you want to let your

feelings rule your mind, go for it. Maybe you should

forget your strict upbringing for once, and do what you

want to do."

"Paul, do you know what you are saying? You are saying

that it is okay if I make love to Jim. You are giving

me to him for the next two days. How long have you felt

this way? You planned this whole thing, didn't you? You

and Jim! Well, I am not something to be given away. I

am your wife and I never thought you would forget that

fact. Lets go downstairs and forget this whole

conversation. It's making me sick to my stomach. I need

another brandy to get this bad taste out of my mouth.

Downstairs, Holly poured another brandy, and went into

the den, where Jim was going to show one of the current

box office blockbusters. Jim was on one end of the sofa

and Paul on the other. The only place to sit was

between them. After a few minutes of the movie, Paul

put his hand on her leg, just above the knee. She let

it rest there, and was sipping her drink. She felt a

hand on her neck, and first, she glanced at Paul,

thinking it was he. She could see both his hands. What

should she do?? The hand wasn't moving, only gently

touching her shoulder and neck. She decided to ignore

both hands.

Paul's fingers began tracing small circles on her

thigh. She was getting excited. She never realized that

the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. Then, the

hand on her neck was slowly massaging her shoulders and

the back of her head. No one ever said a word. For all

intent and purposes, you would swear they were all

engrossed in the movie.

Jim was beginning to stretch his arm over her shoulder,

and he could touch just above her breast. She still

never moved, wondering how far she was going to let

this go. Another drink, and she relaxed, enjoying the

attention she was receiving from two men. Paul was

still tracing circles, and Jim took her empty hand and

put it on his lap, She attempted to pull away, but he

had a grip like steel. When she stopped pulling, his

hand became gentle. He placed her hand on his massive

bulge, and when she touched it, she could feel it move.

As her hand lay there, with his hand covering hers, his

dick began to grow. He was squeezing her fingers, and

they in turn were squeezing his giant, black dick.

Knowing that she was getting him erect excited her. She

had the power to make a man want her! His pajamas

couldn't contain his prick any longer. It popped

through his pj's and into her hand. He wrapped her

fingers around his dick and removed his hand. She kept

her fingers in place, but never moved them. He was

fully erect, and her fingers never reached half way

around this monster. She knew that Paul could see what

was going on, but not a word was said.

Paul had moved his hand closer to her pussy, and was

now rubbing the tips of his fingers across the crotch

of her shorty pajamas. She was dizzy from the

excitement, but mostly from the drinks. She had never

been so horny in her life. She was unconsciously moving

her hand up and down on Jim's prick. She decided to go

with the flow and see how far this was going to go.

Besides, she was so excited, she didn't care anymore.

If Paul didn't care, why should she? She had not worn a

bra under her pj top, and now the hand around her

shoulder was under the top of her pj's! It was slowly

rotating and caressing, but always getting nearer her

breast. Paul was rubbing her clitoris with his fingers.

There was a hand fondling and gently pinching her

nipples. She had her head leaned back against the arm

around her neck and had her eyes closed. She felt cool

air on her chest and realized that the buttons on her

pj's were no longer closed.

Jim must be looking at her firm breasts! Then, there

was a hand on each breast, squeezing, massaging, and

pinching. It felt so wonderful! Never had she felt

anything like this in her entire life. Now, her hips

were being gently raised and she felt her bottoms being

slowly pulled down and off. My God, I am naked, she was

thinking. She was too embarrassed to move. She had let

this go too far, and now there was no way out! What am

I going to do, she was thinking. I'll let them have

their fun, but there is no way Jim is going to stick

that monster dick of his inside me!

Maybe, all they want to do is feel. I think Paul is

going to eat me right in front of Jim. Then, there was

a mouth on her right breast, and a hand pinching the

other. That felt so wonderful. Paul was licking and

kissing her legs, and always moving upwards. Hurry up!

She was thinking. I am so wet down there! I need your

tongue to make me climax! Finally! He had his tongue

inside her pussy and was lapping up her cunt juice. The

mouth on her breast was alternating between one breast

and the other. The feelings from her breasts seemed to

go straight to her pussy. She couldn't last much

longer!

Suddenly, the arm was removed from her neck, the mouth

left her breasts, and worst of all Paul's mouth left

her pussy! She had been so near! What had happened? Was

this as far as they were going to go? Ah, that's more

like it. The mouth had returned to her breasts. Now,

why isn't Paul licking her pussy and finishing what he

started? Oh, Yes, there he is, better than ever. Wait a

minute! They've switched! Paul is sucking her breasts.

She would know his mouth anywhere.

That has to be Jim's mouth on her pussy! Oh, My God,

Oh, My God, what have I gotten myself into? I never

thought Paul would let this happen. Not my husband, not

my Paul! How could he give his wife to another man, and

a black man, at that? Her mind was in turmoil, but her

body was still responding. She couldn't have stopped

them, even if she had wanted to, And, she didn't want

them to stop!! She had resigned herself to the fact

that she was being taken by two men and one of them her

husband!

Jim's tongue was driving her crazy! He was fucking her

with his tongue and it seemed longer than Paul's dick.

She had been groaning for the last five minutes, and

the men knew she was on the edge of the biggest climax

she had ever had. Never, Never, had anything felt this

good! She was there!! She was cumming! Oh, God, Oh,

God, Don't stop! Don't stop! NO! NO! Stop, Stop, I

can't stand anymore! She passed out and her body went

limp.

Paul was the first to notice. "She's unconscious. What

happened to her?"

"It was the intense pleasure of her climax. I've seen

this happen before." Jim whispered. "Let's get her

upstairs to the bed, before she comes around. The night

is still early and I have just gotten started. That was

a very small climax, compared to what will happen when

my 11 inches are buried in her pussy. Come on, I'll

carry her."

Jim picked her up and carried her up the stairs and

over to the bed, placing her on the pristine white

sheet ever so carefully.

"Okay Paul, this is where you bow out. I am going to be

lying next to her when she wakes. I want her to see

only me. She knows that I was the one eating her. Her

barriers against having sex with me have been broken.

If she sees you, they might spring back into place.

Later, you can join us, but for now, go back downstairs

and watch television. Or, if you like, go outside the

door and watch. She is mine for the rest of the night."

Jim commanded.

Paul left the room, with his head hanging. There was

nothing he could say or do. This was all his fault, and

he knew it. His beautiful, innocent wife was about to

be ravished by a black man.

Jim finished undressing and removed the pajama top off

Holly. She was lying on her side, and he lay down

facing her. His body was pressed against hers'. She

slowly opened her eyes, and all she could see was Jim's

face. Recognition dawned in her eyes, and then the

realization that she was naked in bed with a black man.

She was going to be fucked, and she knew it. There was

nothing to do, but accept her fate and enjoy it.

She silently prayed that he would be gentle. She still

couldn't believe his dick would fit inside her, but she

was about to find out. He moved his head closer and

kissed her deeply, thrusting his hot tongue into her

willing mouth and laving her oral cavity for all he was

worth. Holly put her bare arms around his neck and drew

him close to her. Her pussy was already tingling with

anticipation and her young nipples began to harden

under the hardness of his bare chest muscles.

Jim began to move one of his large strong hands up her

side and between their bodies, seeking one of her ripe

nipples. He continued to French her mouth as he raised

up slightly on the other elbow so that his hand could

have greater access to her upthrust mound, and he

kneaded the pliant flesh between his fingers and

churned it round and round, causing Holly to become

even more excited. A feeble mewl from her throat goaded

him on, as he bent down to her chest, taking one

yearning breast in his mouth and sucking it so hard

that she gave a little gasp of pain.

He eased up a little then, sucking it more tenderly,

and nibbling the erect nipple between his teeth. He

turned his attention then to the other breast and

repeated his lusting ministrations, causing Holly to go

out of her mind with desire. She wanted it so badly! As

Jim caressed her firm young breasts, cupping each mound

in his hands to suck greedily at the tiny throbbing

pink nipples, drawing them one at a time into his mouth

so that he could flick his tongue around them, she felt

she could almost cum right then!

She moaned with ecstasy, feeling her want building up

again in her belly and her pulsing vagina juicy with

expectation. "Eat me, Jim!" she begged, goosebumps

forming over her flesh as his eagerly working mouth

gently nibbled across her breasts and then up and down

along the heated cleavage. She was quivering

uncontrollably from the flicking sensual arousal and

her voice was thick with excitement.

Jim continued to use his pleasure-giving mouth around

her throbbing breasts as he placed his hand on her

furry pubic mound and parted the puffy cunt lips with

his thumb and middle finger. Breathless, Holly flinched

as the cool air came in contact with the super-

sensitized furrow, now oozing with the secretions of

sexual excitement. His hands splayed open the tender

lips of her vagina even wider to slip a finger up into

the soft slit around her clitoris, the way his tongue

was opening the lips of her mouth to find her tongue

again.

Immediately, the passionate wife established a grinding

movement with her hips, reveling in the wicked

sensations his lewd fingering was bringing her. God,

she was excited!

Jims' finger slid up and down on the slippery cuntal

furrow, massaging every centimeter of her secret

passage. She couldn't help herself -- she was beginning

to cum already!

"Ohhhh... aaahhhhhh!" the young wife cried out as the

first wave of orgasm coursed through her naked body.

She bucked and spasmed and gasped aloud as the

indescribable surges electrified every nerve end and

she rocketed with ecstasy.

Jim thrust his finger deep inside her vagina and

continued his maddening assault as the young, innocent

Holly came and came. Then his tongue was snaking down

her body, lingering in her navel, and then moving

relentlessly into her dark pubic thatch. He sucked on

her pubic curls, bringing pleasurable sounds from her

sensuously opened mouth. She was anticipating his next

move, the thought of it quickening her heartbeat and

bringing a hotter flush of pink to her rosy cheeks.

"Oh YES, Jim, lick it! Lick it!" she cried out

shamelessly, almost wild with craven lust.

He did. He licked and sucked and frenched her pussy

until she came again and again. His knowing tongue

circled around maddeningly up inside her, flicking

lustily against the wet sensitive walls of her cuntal

passage. In response to the salacious titillation, she

wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him

closer to her, twining her fingers in his kinky black

hair and thrusting her pelvis harder into his face.

Jim reacted immediately to her excited want, licking up

from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris and

back down again with long strokes of his tongue,

feeling her legs tighten and relax, tighten and relax

around his waist to help him in his lascivious labors.

He finally pushed her legs up high so that her knees

brushed her breasts, allowing him to bury his tongue

deeper into her hotly pulsating little cunt.

When she had cum three times more, her little pussy was

so over-sensitized that she pushed his head away and

begged him to stop. She almost passed out again from

the sensations and lay on the bed, sweating profusely

and gasping for air. Her eyes were closed and her whole

body trembled. Jim moved up her body and kissed her

passionately on the mouth, giving her a taste of her

own cuntal juices mixed with his saliva. She could feel

his heavily throbbing cock pressed demandingly into her

loins and her eyes opened wide in fear. It felt bigger

than ever.

Surely it would kill her, would split her vagina wide

apart and tear her very womb if he were to ram that

weapon up into her tight pussy!

Yet the obscene feel of its pulsing hardness gave her a

thrilling sense of sensual happiness, its throbbing

presence comforting to her in some strange way, and she

kissed him back more passionately.

Holly's hips were rocking back and forth, allowing

Jim's cock head to enter her opening very slightly, as

he continued to rub her pussy with his cock. As Jim's

cock would graze Holly's clitoris, she would shudder,

and a low moan would escape her. The tip of his cock

was taunting the erect bud of her clitoris, sending

wild sensations racing through her with each throb of

the slippery head.

Her cunt lips were yielding under the force of his

thrusting pressure. His enormous penis pressed into her

naked flesh like a rolling pin of flesh. The great

menacing weapon was already oozing its seminal fluid as

he rubbed his cock-shaft insinuatingly back and forth

over the top of her cunt slit, arousing her inflamed

clitoris. She found her buttocks beginning to move

upward.

Jim aroused her further by licking her neck, sending

goosebumps all over her body. Then he licked down her

chest, across her full proud breasts to her nipples,

which rose and hardened to the touch of his tongue. He

licked and sucked all over her breasts, forcing gasps

of pleasure from her throat. She ground her pelvis

harder into his loins, aflame for more.

"You're ready for it now, aren't you, you want it

now... the full length of a black man's cock deep

inside you," he whispered in her ear. He followed his

words with his tongue, licking in the sensitive little

channel and setting Holly on fire with craven lust.

"Don't you?" he whispered again.

Pride captured her tongue, and the aroused wife did not

speak. She whimpered and fretted and closed her eyes.

"I do want it... now."

"Want what?"

"Your cock... I want you to... to fuck me, Jim"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, oh YES. FUCK ME!" She kissed him passionately on

the mouth again and ground her breasts and her pubis

into his hard, muscular black body.

He kissed her passionately again then slid down her

body a little, so that his huge throbbing cock was

poised at the entrance of her delectable cunt. Using

his cock as a probe, he inched forward until he was

sure he was right on target, then he pressed hard so it

was tight against her vaginal lips.

"Jim... be gentle with me. I've never had anything that

big inside me," she said softly, her voice quavering

with desire.

The pressure of his cock rubbing against her clitoris

created new sensations of arousal, and she found

herself opening her legs wider to admit her black

lover. He was slowly forcing her pussy lips open,

steadying his cock with his hand as it pushed into the

waiting lips of her pleasure hole. As he pulled at the

quivering half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her onto

his throbbing shaft, he shoved his tongue into her

mouth again and started licking into her cheeks.

Holly's clitoris was fully aroused by the contact with

the slowly advancing penis, and her buttocks

voluntarily moved upward under the forcefully gripping

hand to get more of the exciting stimulation. He was in

her now, at least a couple of inches, worming his way

slowly into her velvety cuntal moistness.

She felt a lascivious thrill from his tonguing into her

mouth. She ran her hands over his back, his arms, his

neck, thrilling to the feel of Jim's hard, powerful

muscles. He flexed his muscular thighs, moving his

enormous shaft a little further in. There was pain --

she thought her vagina would be split apart -- but she

could endure it because she wanted his huge rod of

flesh inside her. Her body cried out for it, demanded

it, and there was no turning back.

"Oooohhhh... aaahhh... aanngghh..." she moaned,

grimacing with the pain.

Jim paused for a moment, panting above her, his body

slick with sweat. He wriggled his thighs then, warning

her in advance of an imminent thrust far up into her

cunt, so she stretched her legs wider apart and drew

her knees back, leaving her pussy in a more open and

vulnerable position to receive the immense, blood-

bloated rod of throbbing flesh. Its pounding heat was

already enticing the juices from her vaginal walls --

her pussy, her vagina, her clitoris wanted more.

He groaned aloud, then suddenly whammed his buttocks

down and forward, sending his palpitating shaft deep up

into her, searing her vagina as if a boiling thermos

had been rammed into her belly. Holly let out a loud

gasp of pain. She bucked and quivered and squirmed on

his cock, trying to evade his impaling weapon. But it

was useless. He knew that he had her. He gave an extra

shove, feeling the tip of his cock butt against her

cervix. God, she was tight! They lay still together for

a long moment, he giving her a chance to get used to

his cudgel. They were breathing in synch. He flexed his

throbbing member inside her, and she contracted her

vaginal muscles around it.

Jim slowly eased back out a little, feeling as though

his cock was being gripped by strong hands; clenching,

slippery hands as he shoved in again hard. Holly gave a

stifled cry. Back out a little and in again. (She

groaned.) Out... in... (She gasped, then sighed.) Out,

in... out, in... (a little longer

stroke this time) out, in... (She was moving under him,

her buttocks were coming to life. Out, in... faster

now... (She was thrusting her pelvis up harder to his

loins.)

God, it was exciting! She had never felt so thrilled in

all her life. She pulled his head down and thrust her

tongue hungrily up into his mouth, her eyes closed, a

steady whimper of pleasure emanating from her throat.

Jim returned her kisses with ardor. They were both

consumed by passion, their sweat-soaked bodies locked

against each other.

A long stroke now -- her cunt was wet and hot; his cock

was hot and sticky -- in, out... iiiiinnnnn...

ooouuuttt... She was loving it! She couldn't get

enough! Holly's long legs were tightly wrapped around

his contracted, rock-hard buttocks. Her moans of

pleasure grew in volume until they reached a crescendo

as the well-fucked wife rode the full length of Jim's

massively thrusting cock into her stretched vaginal

passage.

Her passion peaked at that instant. "Ohhhh... ohh my

God... I'm... I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" She bucked

furiously against him and ground her pussy as hard as

she could around his skewering cock, flailing her head

on the bed and spasming throughout her sweat-drenched

body. Her sighs of rapture culminated an act she had

never dreamed would ever happen. And while she was in

the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, the powerful, muscular

body on top of her shuddered violently and filled her

pussy with spewing jets of sticky hot cum.

"I love your tight pussy." he said, flexing his cock

inside her once again. She could feel his organ

beginning to expand. She answered huskily, "And I love

your black dick." squeezing his burgeoning cock with

her clasping vaginal muscles.

"Oh, My God, where's Paul?" She suddenly remembered her

missing husband.

"He's downstairs. Lets call him up here and have him

clean us up. That's the least he can do." Jim was

smiling as he said this and thinking of degrading Paul

even further. Jim faced the door and yelled for Paul to

come upstairs.

Paul must have been outside the door for he almost

immediately stepped inside. He was naked, and his dick

was small and limp.

Jim rolled off Holly and told Paul, "Come over here and

clean us up with your tongue. Ladies first, so clean

Holly first."

Paul got between Holly's legs and stuck his head

between her legs. Her pussy was gaping open, and cum

was running out of her pussy and toward her ass. He

placed his mouth over her pussy and began sucking and

licking. It seemed as if there was a gallon of cum

inside her. When he couldn't get anything else, he

moved his head over and sucked Jim clean. Holly had

never moved, nor said a word. She placed her hand

around Jim's still hard dick, and gave Paul a look of

contempt, or maybe it was pity.

"Okay," Jim said, "you can go back outside the door and

masturbate, while Holly and I enjoy the rest of the

night." As Paul left the room, Jim pulled Holly over on

top of him. His monster dick was sticking straight up,

like a light pole.

Holly climbed over him, positioned her pussy over his

cockhead, and speared herself, moaning as she sank

wetly onto his hard pole. She was able to slide down

the entire length and make the black tool disappear

inside her tummy. She leaned forward, and Jim pulled

her to him, embracing and caressing her. Holly was in

bliss. Her pussy was completely filled by Jim's now

familiar hard cock, and he was lovingly holding her

close and safe, whispering words of reassurance and

encouragement.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved up until only the tip

was in her and then down again until she was fully

impaled on his cock. He rubbed and kneaded her breasts,

pinching her nipples from time to time, heightening her

pleasure. Holly moved slowly, as long as she could, and

then she went crazy. No longer able to control her

motions, She fucked his manhood furiously, as fast and

as hard as she could.

This was a pain-pleasure experience Holly had never

dreamed possible. She was a sexual animal, a real bitch

in heat, and it was fucking great! She could feel Jim

shooting his hot load into her womb. And then another

orgasm... and another. They were coming so fast she

couldn't keep track. Her orgasms all blended together.

The room swirled around and around until Holly passed

out. Again, Holly opened her eyes, to find Jim staring

into her eyes. She could feel his cock still embedded

in her pussy.

Jim smiled and said, "I think you have had all you can

take for one night. Let's go downstairs and find

something to eat. I'm starved."

PART 2

After a quick shower, Jim and I went downstairs and had

a plate of cold cuts. I was ravenous! Paul was sitting

in the living room looking dejected. He never spoke or

acknowledged our presence when we entered. I sat on the

sofa next to Paul and Jim sat down in a chair across

the room.

Jim said, "We have things to discuss. Actually, I have

things to discuss, and you will listen. First, Holly,

you will call Monday, and tell Mrs. Maynard you are

quitting. Give any reason you want, but I do not want

you working. Paul, I will see you get a raise, starting

immediately. You will no longer need her wages. Second,

I am the "old man." I own the company. The president is

nothing but a figurehead. I have found whites do not

like working for a black. This way, I get the cream of

the crop of the brilliant young minds coming out of the

universities. Third, Paul, you will make Holly

available to me anytime I wish, and I assure you that

will be everyday. Beginning Monday, I won't be around

the office much; I will be at your house fucking your

beautiful wife. Are there any questions?"

Paul raised his head and asked, "Do I have a choice?"

Does she have a choice? What if this was a one time

thing? What if she changes her mind, and doesn't want

you fucking her again?"

"Well Holly, is he right? Is it possible you don't want

this black cock in your tight white pussy again?" Jim

said, looking at Holly.

Holly turned beet red from embarrassment. His giant

black penis had made her feel better than anything else

in the world, better than anything ever would again.

She knew she wanted him again and again, but did she

want to be his white slut? What if her family found

out? It would kill them. Not only her family, but also

her friends were all of the opinion that blacks were

little better than animals. She had been told that all

her life.

Until tonight, that is what she fully believed. Could

she change? Had she already changed? What about Paul?

He had arranged all this, but look at him now. He was

evidently sorry. She still loved him, but she knew in

her heart, he would never satisfy her again. Could they

stay married while she only fucked Jim? What was she

going to say? How could she answer? Finally, looking at

Paul and then Jim, she answered, "Could Paul and I go

home and spend tomorrow talking about this? We have a

lot to talk about. Jim, I know I want you again. I want

you right now! But, I don't want to destroy my

marriage. I don't want to hurt my parents and friends."

"Sure you can," Jim replied, "and I have a couple of

tapes I want you to watch tomorrow to help you make up

your minds. I'll send them over in the morning. I want

to make a copy of them first."

Back at home, Holly said, "Lets sleep on this and

discuss everything in the morning. I'm tired and my

pussy hurts. I want to soak in a tub of hot water. Paul

was already asleep, when she crawled into bed beside

him. She was physically exhausted, and Paul was

emotionally spent. Paul woke next morning, with someone

banging on the door. It was the tapes! Paul knew in his

heart what was on one of them, but the other? He could

guess.

Jim had those damn cameras all over the house. Paul

fixed a cup of strong coffee and put one in the DVD. He

was right. This one was of him and Jim. He was going to

destroy this one, but Holly walked into the room.

Everything was there. Jim sucking him and what he did

in return. Their conversation, everything, and Holly

watched, speechless!

"Oh, My God." Yelled Holly. Look what you are doing!

You're sucking his dick and swallowing his cum! You're

a queer! Why didn't you marry a man, why me? You did

set it all up for me to fuck a black man. How could

you?"

Paul tried to explain, "He was going to send a copy to

our families. He was going to post them on the

Internet. You heard what he said. Let's see what the

other one has on it, before you condemn me too much."

The other began in the living room with Holly being

seduced and eaten by Jim. From the look on her face,

you could tell she was enjoying every second of it. It

cut to the bedroom, with her and Jim lying side by

side. Again, every detail was on film. Jim fucking her,

her fucking Jim, it was all there! Next was Jim by

himself. He was sitting in a chair, naked, and his

massive cock standing straight up! He slowly stroked

his cock as he talked. Holly couldn't take her eyes

from the screen. She didn't even blink!

He was saying, "I don't know what you have decided, but

let me help you make up your minds. I can sell these

films to the porno shops and they will be distributed

all over the country. I can send copies to your family

and friends. I have their addresses from your job

applications. I can distribute individual pictures

around your neighborhood. I can put them on the porno

sites of the computer. I can do all those things, and

there is no way you can prevent me. Or, Holly can

become my white slut and do everything I ask her. It is

up to you. Even if you call the police, the films and

pictures will still be distributed.

"Holly, Paul will do whatever you decide. He is a wimp!

Remember how you felt with my long black cock buried in

your pussy. That's where it will be everyday. You will

be fucked more in a month, than you have been all your

life. You know you want my cock, and you also know Paul

will never satisfy you again. It shouldn't be a

difficult decision. I have already fucked you. It's not

like I was getting a cherry.

"Paul has sucked my dick and loved it! We are all

friends and lovers. I have changed my mind about coming

there tomorrow. I think you and Paul should pack your

clothes and move in here with me. Later, you can put

your house on the market and sell it. You won't need it

anymore. I think you should move in this afternoon.

I'll be expecting you about four, and you better be on

time or you know what the next step will be!"

"Let's have some breakfast, and start packing," Holly

whispered. She was already flushed and horny again.

Looking at that monster between Jim's legs had her

soaking wet.

You mean, we are just going to give in?" demanded Paul.

"If you have any suggestions of what else we can do,

tell me." Holly snapped.

After thinking for a few minutes, Paul hung his head,

and said, "Nothing, I guess."

Promptly at four a young, muscular, black man opened

the door. He must have been in his late twenties and

stood about six four. He took their bags and they

followed him inside. Paul and Holly looked at each

other, not knowing what to think. Jim came walking

toward them, with a smile on his face. This handsome

young man is Bob. He is my cook, butler, gardener, and

especially, my photograper. You never saw him yesterday

because he was behind those one way mirrors with his

camera. Don't be bashful around him. He has already

seen everything you have.

After being settled in separate bedrooms, Paul and

Holly joined Jim downstairs.

Jim was explaining the living arrangements, "You have

separate bedrooms, because Holly and I will be using

one. Paul, you won't join us, unless you are invited.

You may clean her pussy after I have fucked her, but

you will not fuck her again. You will do nothing

without my permission. Holly, you will be here during

the day with Bob. You will help him whenever he asks.

You will be available to fuck whenever I ask."

Holly spoke up, "I'm not on birth control and I

absolutely refuse to get pregnant. I do not want a

black baby.

"You refuse nothing! You will get pregnant, if I say

so, not you! What's wrong with black babies?" Jim said

angrily. "Who do you think you are, to sit here and

tell me what you will and will not do? As of now, you

are my white bitch slut! You do what I say, when I

say."

Jim was thinking of the future and her being pregnant

was part of that future. Porno enthusiasts paid big

money to see a beautiful white woman fucking a giant

black dick. They paid even more, if she was pregnant.

He was a very wealthy man, and porno had done it for

him. She would be the fifth woman he had bred in the

last five years. Every fuck session was filmed, and

every film was worth thousands. He could fuck every

night and Bob would be fucking every day. When the baby

was due, he would transfer Paul to another area. She

could adopt the baby out, throw it in the river, he

didn't care. His group had businesses all over the

country. One of them would want this beautiful white

bitch, to begin the process all over again.

After an all night fuck session, Holly wasn't able to

get out of bed Monday morning. As Jim left, he told

her, "Bob is more than an employee, he is also my

friend. We share and share alike. You will do whatever

he asks. Do you understand?"

"What do you mean?" she mumbled, now wide-awake.

Where's Paul?"

"You're not stupid. Just do what I said. Paul left

already. He's an employee, remember?"

When Holly finally got out of bed, she called and quit.

Mrs. Maynard had a smirk in her voice, when she said

she understood. Holly took her coffee to the terrace

and there was Bob cleaning the pool. He was in the pool

and stark naked. She couldn't help but see his muscles

ripple and that black sausage hanging almost to his

knees.

Bob saw her and waved. He was completely relaxed and

unconcerned about his nakedness. He said, "I like

getting in the pool because the water is so cool and

refreshing. I'll be out in a minute and we can have

coffee together. How about getting me a cup, and bring

the doughnuts."

As Holly returned, he was leaving the pool. She was

thinking, I'll pretend he has on swim trunks. I won't

look at that huge, black, glistening cock swinging

between his legs. He is bigger than Jim! My God, do all

blacks have gigantic cocks? Holly sat down at the

table. Her mind was in an uproar. Jim had said for her

to do whatever Bob wanted. What if he wanted her to

take that monster inside her? He would rip her apart.

She was still sore from the last two days.

Thank God, Jim had stretched her. What was she

thinking! She was already accepting the fact that she

was going to fuck Bob! No! No!! She couldn't have

stooped so low as to fuck any black man with a large

cock. But, she had. She knew she would do whatever Jim

asked.

Bob saw her looking with amazement at his cock. He

thought it was funny. Just wait till his baby making

seed was spurting up inside her. She would really be

amazed in a couple of months! Bob said, "Did Jim tell

you anything this morning?"

"Yes, he said to do whatever you asked." She stammered.

"After we have our coffee, I want you to suck my black

cock until my seed fills your belly. I do not want you

to waste a drop. You will swallow all of it and then

lick me clean. Do you understand?"

Holly turned pale when she heard this. She had sucked

Paul a few times, but he had not cum in her mouth. That

was something filthy! Besides, how could she ever get

that into her mouth?

"I understand, but I don't like sucking a man. I think

it is filthy and perverted." Holly exclaimed. "Besides,

that monster will never fit in my mouth. It will choke

me to death. Why don't you just fuck me and get it over

with?"

"Now, Now, don't get upset. You will be surprised what

you can get into your mouth, even down your throat."

Bob explained. "If you only relax and enjoy, it will be

pleasurable for the both of us. I'll fuck you

afterwards, but first I want you to taste black cock.

Believe me, your husbands little white prick is nothing

like this. You will come to love black cum and suck

every dick you can. Let's go inside to the sofa, where

we can be more comfortable."

Bob was thinking, what a stupid white bitch. Didn't she

realize yet that every room in the house was wired with

motion sensitive video equipment?

Bob settled on the sofa in a half reclining position.

His cock was already sticking straight up. It looked

like a large summer sausage. He told Holly, "Get on

your knees between my legs. Pretend your mouth is your

pussy. Fuck me with your mouth."

Holly bent down between his legs and grasped his dick

with both hands. When Holly touched it she began to

shiver. It was so soft, yet so hard. She felt it from

its big black head down to his giant scrotum. It must

have been twelve or thirteen inches long. Holly grabbed

his cock with both hands and started stroking. It was

so big she couldn't reach her fingers all the way

around it.

What a monster, and how in the world is it going to fit

into my mouth, she thought. She tentatively stuck her

tongue to the tip of his dick. There was pre-cum

already leaking from the hole. She licked it into her

mouth and tasted. She was surprised it didn't have a

bad taste at all. She kissed around the head and down

the sides. Holly opened her mouth as wide as she could

and managed to get the head in her mouth and maybe an

inch more.

She slowly let this small part of the cock move in and

out of her mouth in a fucking motion. Bob grasped the

back of Holly's head with his hands and jammed his cock

in her mouth as far as he could. Another 4 inches

disappeared between her lips. Her mouth was open wider

than it had ever been before and the cock head was deep

in her throat making it very difficult to breath. Out

of instinct, Holly tried to get away, but she couldn't

move her mouth from Bob's cock, with him holding her in

place.

Using his hands around Holly's head, along with his hip

movements, Bob began to slowly fuck her mouth. Very

slowly, Holly's mouth started to relax, but her jaws

were opened to the max. This relaxation seemed to ease

her discomfort so she relaxed her throat. With each

stroke a bit more of Bob's cock disappeared between her

lips. After several seconds Holly learned to control

her breathing by taking her breaths between strokes.

This really isn't so bad, she thought. I can do this.

Slowly at first, then, while still holding the sides of

her head, he began to pick up speed and strength. More

and more of Bob's cock disappeared into Holly's throat

until he had about eight inches in her mouth and going

down her throat. No matter how hard he pushed, no more

would go down her throat. The only thing that really

saved Holly from total revulsion was, she was actually

turned on by all this.

She had never been treated like this before. After what

seemed like an eternity, Bob slammed his cock all the

way into her throat and just stopped. This interrupted

Holly's breathing rhythm and scared her. She felt his

cock start to pulsate at this base and she knew he was

Cumming. She couldn't taste his cum because the head of

his dick was so far in her throat. His cum was being

deposited directly into her belly. Bob relaxed his

hands on her head and withdrew his cock from her throat

and mouth.

Holly gasped for air, but her next reaction surprised

her. She licked and cleaned his still hard cock. By

milking his dick with her hand, she was able to still

get enough cum to roll around her mouth and really

taste it. It was delicious! The taste was unlike

anything she had ever tasted, and was a taste she would

come to crave.

Scooting back on the couch his huge cock stood straight

up again. Holly straddled him and let herself down over

his penis. Her pussy juices were dripping out of her

and onto his huge cock.

She felt the big head of his cock pushing into her

slit. It felt like trying to put an apple into herself.

Suddenly her lips spread open and began to swallow his

cock. Her eyes grew wide as she felt herself filling

with his huge black rod. There was some discomfort, but

no pain because she was so slick. She could feel every

throbbing vein on his dick. She began fucking up and

down, riding his pole like there would be no tomorrow.

Up and down she bounced taking all of him deeper and

deeper. She could feel his shaft clear up inside her

belly. He took her legs and put them up over his

shoulders letting his cock penetrate it's deepest.

Holly ground herself down on him, loving this new

sensation.

Never had she felt so alive. "OH FUCK ME!'' she yelled.

He lifted her ass up and then let her down, again

burying his cock each time. Holly had been Cumming

every few seconds, but could feel the grandfather of

all cums building in her stomach. It was an

overwhelming sensation and she didn't know if she would

survive! A woman wasn't meant to experience such

pleasure. It could burn out her brain!

OH GOD!!! HERE IT CUMS!! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! The

head of his dick was buried in her cervix. She could

feel his seed filling her up. The feeling was

indescribable!!! MY GOD! SHE COULDN'T STAND ANYMORE! IT

WAS GOING TO KILL HER!!!

The next thing Holly remembered was waking up alone on

her bed. She had passed out again. Her pussy was still

throbbing and tingling. She could feel a large wet

puddle underneath her butt. She knew she needed to

shower and clean herself, but it would have to wait.

She couldn't move if her life depended on it. She dozed

back off and dreamed of having a black baby.

A month passed and Holly was truly a white slut for

black cock. Jim fucked her nightly and Bob fucked her

daily. She was on her back more often than on her feet.

Her pussy could easily take either one of them. She had

become an experienced cocksucker, and loved the taste

of their black sperm. Paul was there, but they seldom

talked. She occasionally had him lick her pussy after

she had been thoroughly fucked. Paul did whatever she

asked, with no questions.

Sometimes, he even sucked Jim or Bob, and seemed to

enjoy it. Jim said Paul was a cuckold, and had found

his position in life. She missed her period the first

month, but she was fucked so often, she had no time to

think of anything else but the pleasure of servicing

two huge cocks. Holly was always available and couldn't

seem to get enough of their big cocks buried in her not

so tight pussy.

Jim was well satisfied with the money coming in from

the films. Since he had to splice two or more fuck

sessions together, so the movie would be at least an

hour and a half long, his profit was cut. But, he still

had forty quality pornographic films. They were being

bought on the Internet and rented in the porno stores.

Holly was one of his best sluts, yet. She would be

worth more when her pregnancy started showing. He still

couldn't understand why white men liked to see their

pregnant women fucked by a big black stud. It was

inconceivable to him! He would have loved to stick his

big dick up her ass, but knew he couldn't.

She had to have at least one cherry hole, or he

couldn't pass her on when he was finished with her. He

already had her sold to a Brother that loved white ass,

but not if it was stretched. He insisted on having a

virgin asshole, and paid extremely well for the

privilege of getting her cherry ass. Oh well, you can't

have everything, Jim was thinking.