Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  "It's a vibrating pussy. It keeps all that lubrication in, feels almost as good as a real pussy, and that pulsating can go on for hours without changing the battery." She stood up from her knees and walked over to her little suitcase. Reaching in she pulled out a DVD case, opened it, and placed it in the player that was provided in the room. Grabbing the remote control, she pressed PLAY and went back to manipulating the artificial pussy on Ben Stanwick's cock.

  "You like watching porn I bet," she seductively guessed. "Don't you, Ben? You like watching women get fucked nice and hard? Well, this is a special DVD I made just for you. Watch the TV screen."

  The middle-aged man felt a little sickly but he tried to ignore it. He was more concerned with the comment Amanda made about the DVD being made specifically for his viewing. Surely she meant something else? The hotel TV screen lit up and -unlike a commercial DVD- the menu was labeled simply 'Stanwick girls'. He looked down at the girl who was pleasuring his cock as a chill went down his spine. This whole thing was a set-up and he realized it too damn late. The rigidness of his rod still remained from her motions, however, as the images unfolded before him.

  The first thing Ben saw was the front of his house being filmed from across the cul-de-sac. A black guy was walking up to his front door. The camera zoomed in on the front door as it opened and revealed his wife in her white terry cloth robe opening the door for the Negro and quickly pulling him inside.

  The room was getting hot. Amanda had gone and tampered with the thermostat earlier but Ben paid it no mind. Now he realized she must have turned up the heat. Ben glanced down at the date stamp on the video and it read FEB 22nd. Wide eyed he stared down at Amanda who was looking right back in his eyes while jacking him off.

  “Is that a black man in your house, Ben? That’s strange. Maybe it’s a delivery? Hmmm, let’s find out. Keep watching.” Amanda pointed at the screen and Ben turned his captive attention to the screen.

  The camera view switched now and whoever was taking the footage was in his side yard. The person holding the recorder turned around and closed the redwood stained wooden gate and then moved to the side window. That window was pretty high up so whoever was filming had to be tall or holding the camera over their head. Either way the lens peered through the window into his living room where Carol knelt before a filthy black man giving him a blow job. His dark rod stuck out like a tree branch over his drawn down jeans and boxer shorts. He watched in disgust, glancing at the girl between his legs, painfully aware that the only reason he was being forced to watch this video of his wife’s affair was because he had been looking to get laid. The act of infidelity moved off camera as the two of them moved out of the living room and up the steps.

  “Oh, I guess it’s a different kind of delivery, huh Ben?” the black haired girl teased. “A holiday sausage, perhaps? But don’t worry. Every woman is tempted every now and then. I’m sure it was a one time thing… Oh! Maybe not!” Amanda’s mocking tone brought his attention back to the TV.

  The date changed to FEB 24th and the film vantage was back across the street – based on the angle he figured it could only be the Kinsley house. It was snowing and the same black guy was walking around the corner toward his house. Once again he watched as the camera shot zoomed in on his wife answering the door and letting in the stranger, the beginning of their embrace caught on film just as the door closed.

  MAR 1st.

  MAR 2nd.

  MAR 5th.

  The dates went on and on. Each scene chronicling his wife’s affair with some dirty nigger that dared set foot in his house.

  “Wow, Ben. Your cock is so hard right now,” Amanda noted. “Are you excited watching your wife having an affair?”

  He yelled into the ball gag and shook his head. This bitch was stroking his dick with the sex toy and keeping him hard on purpose, but to what end Ben Stanwick could not guess. He also didn’t understand why he wasn’t getting soft. He was sure this was not sexually exciting; he attributed it to the incredible feeling of the rubber vagina vibrating around his dick.

  The screen shifted abruptly to his wife's face in the thralls of pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yessss!" she shouted, her eyes rolling up into the back of her skull.

  As the camera panned back Ben saw that the man on top of her was another nigger. It wasn't even something up for debate; the black skin was sliding against his wife's, his dirty lips sucking on her tits, his filthy body right between her toned legs as she squeezed his body like a boa. And yet another nigger was kneeling right beside Carol and her left hand was stroking his monstrous cock. Once she had calmed from the orgasm she was enjoying, she leaned over and put her mouth on his disgusting manhood while the first jungle bunny continued to fuck his wife. My fucking slut of a wife! he cursed internally.

  "Wow, Ben. Look at your wife! Did you know that your wife had an affair with two big, black men at the same time? I bet you didn't know that she liked those types of men, did you?" Amanda, if that was even her name, increased the pace of the hand job, pumping the rubber vagina and countering the sobering effects of helplessly watching his wife fucking two black men.

  The damnable pulsations were actually increasing and he was worried that he might cum again. Looking at Amanda he struggled in the restraints, shaking about and thrashing within the pathetically small limits of movement afforded to him. He pushed on the ball gag with his tongue, trying to force it out so he could yell louder and hopefully alert somebody to his captivity. He had no idea who this girl was but he wanted to kill her... Almost as much as he wanted to kill his wife.

  The scene continued as Carol got on her hands and knees, straddling one Negro while the second one climbed behind her and started playing with her ass. His dark hands gripped a bottle of clear liquid that he dripped between her cheeks. Rubbing his foot long cock on her apple shaped ass and slicking it up as he did, Ben's wife was distracted by the camera holder as she spoke. Amanda's voice echoed from the television, incriminating her as the camera person for at least this part of the recording, "So, Carol, do you like your present?"

  "It's the best present I've ever gotten..." she moaned, smiling widely as she did. She finally realized what was going on behind her and looked back at her own toned buttocks as the darker Negro slipped his finger into her ass. "Oooh! Wait! I'm not ready- Oh! Fuck! What are you doing..?"

  He spanked her ass, "Doncha worry about it, slut. Jus' enjoy the ride. I know I'm gonna!"

  The black guy underneath his wife gripped her in his big arms around her back and pistoned into her from underneath. Carol began panting like a bitch in heat, held fast by the nigger the she chose to ride. The camera holder (obviously Amanda by this point) moved into position and zoomed in on his wife getting her ass fingered while the black guy jerked off. Soon enough, he slid his behemoth man stick up against her wiggling lubricated asshole and worked the bulbous head past her sphincter and inside.

  "No! WAIT! NO! OOH FUCK! TOO BIG! OH GAWD NO! UH! UH! UH!" Carol was screaming in the video and Ben couldn't tell if she loved it or hated it. Perhaps both? All he did know for sure is that his wife was getting her pussy and ass filled up by two black strangers in an unknown bedroom while she knowingly allowed herself to be filmed.

  Ben had been having suspicions that she was involved with somebody, but never like this; never even this close. He screamed at his captor through the gag, thoroughly disappointed in how quiet he sounded. He tried again and again, hoping to tap some inner strength to break from his bonds and smash this meddling bitch who tricked him. The worst part of it all, however, was his cock was harder than ever. Despite watching a room full of foul niggers fucking his wife on DVD, despite being tied to a hotel chair, despite his profuse sweating and aching chest, Ben was on the verge of cumming. Whoever Amanda was, she had planned this out with great detail and wanted him shooting his load while watching his own wife get black-fucked. He tried thinking of baseball, he tried thinking of mutilating the black boys who penetrated his wife, he tried closin
g his eyes, but nothing worked. Amanda kept masturbating him faster, and now the volume was up louder on the TV to boot.

  "Oh that's it, Ben. Keep watching, you dirty fucking prick." She pulled his leg hair out in a clump to get him to open his eyes. “Look at your tiny little prick all hard in this plastic pussy. Compare it to the real men fucking your wife’s cunt and ass. I bet you Carol never even let you touch her ass in twenty years, did she?

  “Did you notice your wife’s pussy getting looser? Your little prick barely able to touch her special places? It’s because she was taking twelve inches of black cock almost every day you were at work. Think about that, Benny boy. Your little dick was probably in your wife’s pussy the same night that a big black dick had filled her up with a gallon of hot white cum.

  Ben couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls felt like they were going to split open. The camera was witness to Carol having three orgasms in a row and a fourth on the way. Damn, she looked sexy! Never in two decades had he seen his wife experience such pleasure, even when they were doing their “warm-up” sessions. It was destroying Ben knowing that two men who he wouldn’t give a cup of piss for were violating his wife while she begged for more.

  But his excitement was being forced upon him. Who wouldn’t cum with this device on his dick, sucking his length, pulsing against his flesh? This stupid bitch wants me to cum. She’s raping me with a sex toy while I watch my wife double penetrated by a couple of fucking niggers! It was there. While the screen showed Carol’s cunt and ass getting pistoned by two feet of black dick, Ben’s semen ruptured up like a volcano and there was nothing he could do about it. The hot goo filled the rubber vagina and swirled around his length while Amanda kept pumping his shaft.

  “That’s it!” she smiled, “I bet you feel totally worthless, cumming while you watch your wife fucking around. Don’t you?”

  Ben closed his eyes tightly again, ashamed of what just happened. I didn’t enjoy it! She made me watch it! She raped me! Ben couldn’t get the image of Carol out of his mind – the only difference between his eyelids being open and shut was Amanda pulling his leg hair out if he dared avert his vision from the TV screen.

  "You don't want to watch your wife get her pussy filled up with all that cum? No? You poor baby! I'll tell you what, I'll skip this part, Ben. Besides, I'd much rather you watch this next part." Amanda grabbed the remote control and pressed fast forward. The middle-aged man watched in horror as the time stamp in the corner went forward another twenty minutes before cutting off.

  Ben’s chest was noticeably tight now and he felt a pain in his left arm. Had he strained his shoulder trying to escape? It hurt like hell, but despite the pain his dick was rock hard and still experiencing the sucking sensation combined with the vibrations. What the hell is wrong with me? I never stay hard after cumming twice. Damn, I can barely stay awake after going more than once. Is it this machine she has attached to my cock? Is it something else? Amanda yanked his leg hair once more, pulling out a clump of his curly follicles as she did.

  “Stay with me, Ben. We’re not done yet. Not even close. You don’t want to miss this next part.” Amanda had skipped forward to another room and another sexual activity involving a black man. He couldn't make out who it was at first, but whoever it was, she was licking another girl’s pussy who had straddled the girl’s face. Simultaneously her trim legs were spread wide open while a lighter skinned younger Negro pumped her pink pussy rhythmically.

  “That’s it,” the girl getting licked called out, “Fuck her! Fuck her hard! Make her love that black cock!” She turned around to look at the nigger behind her and the camera got a perfect shot of her face. It was Sarah Kinsley! Ben couldn’t believe that his friend’s daughter was involved in this, yet there she was, her red hair swishing about as she did her best to lean backwards and kiss the black man.

  Sweat from his brow dripped painfully into his eyes and he squinted to keep it from getting worse. Amanda seemed to notice and commented, “You don’t look so good, Benny boy. Let me help you out there.” She flicked a knob on the sex toy and the pulsating effect went to maximum, stimulating his dick even further. Now on her feet, the girl with the bob hair cut walked behind the chair and off into the bathroom from the sounds of things. She returned with a damp, soft wash cloth and wiped his forehead of the profuse sweat that accumulated there.

  He felt her latex gloved hands run through his hair and yank it hard, “I didn’t tell you to stop watching, did I? Keep looking at the TV, fucker!”

  The camera shot was a close-up of the black guy who smiled and laughed as he fucked the poor white girl underneath him. Their threesome switched positions as Sarah got off the girl who had been on her back the whole time to lay beside her. The camera finally focused on the brunette’s face, exposing the unknown girl’s identity as the nigger continued to pump her twenty year old body

  Ben began to scream even louder than before. He pulled at the restraints and shifted his weight to try to win his freedom. When he couldn’t escape he squeezed his eyes shut tight until Amanda pulled back on his hair and forced his eyes open.

  “No, you don’t get to look away, Ben. You get to watch. Watch it, Ben. Watch your precious daughter gets her pussy filled up by a black man.”

  It can’t be! It just can’t! She’s being forced into this, I just know it. My little Jenny… Defiling herself with a dirty nigger! Ben couldn’t believe what he was seeing but there it was. And the deviant sexual act certainly was consensual too. Hell, she was begging for the black man to fuck her! And that dirty tramp Sarah was right next to her encouraging it. He swore to beat the hell out of every single one of them when he got out of that chair, even though the waves of pleasure coming from the vibrating sex toy continued to stimulate him contrary to his emotions.

  The black man was in on the dirty talk too, using his ghetto speech to make a bad situation even worse. “You likin’ dat shit ain’t you, Jenny? You ever have a cock this big?”

  “Never…” Jenny Stanwick answered back through her panting.

  “That cuz you never been with a black man, girl. Your girl Sarah here is givin you an education, baby.

  "I bet yo' daddy wouldn't be happy with you right now, would he?" the man with the dreadlocks said.

  "No! Oohhh! He’d kill me! Fuck! So big..." Jenny was trying to answer through the hammering her pussy was taking.

  "Yeah I bet daddy don't know that his little girl is lovin' that chocolate though. You never fucked anything but a white boy? Girl, we changin' your mind tonight. When we're done wit you, Jenny, you ain't gonna want nothin but big black dicks."

  "Oh gawd I'm going to cum soon! Mooore, pleeease!" Her voice was quivering and drool was coming out of her mouth.

  "Beg for it, you little slut! Tell me you want some nigga cock!" He smacked her ass and repeated his request several times before she answered.

  "I... I want your big black cock!"

  She smacked her ass hard this time, "No, bitch. Say you want some NIGGA cock. Cuz that's what you gettin'. Jenny you gettin' some big ass nigga dick in you right now. Fuckin this tight little white pussy, stretchin' you all out..."

  To Ben it was obvious she didn't want to say the ‘N’ word. Her whole life Jenny had grown up hearing the insult from his own mouth and she had said it many times in white-only company. But she had also been conditioned to never say it in 'their' presence. But that conditioning was coming unraveled along with every social moray she had. Her own youthful lust had caused her to cave and Ben stared in horror as his daughter descended into the depths of depravity. "...Oh I need it! I need it! MORE!" she pleaded as her grip on the sheets tightened.

  "What you want more of? Look into the camera and beg for it, you dirty little white bitch!"

  Jennifer stared right into the camera lens and screamed out, "I want more of your big nigger cock! Please! Fuck me! FUCK ME! I LOVE BIG NIGGER COCKS! BIG! BLACK! NIGGER! COCKS! CUMMMMMINGG!!"

  The scene on the TV continued to play; Jenny’s
naked frame was now surrounded by three black men as she sucked on their monstrous, coffee colored cocks hungrily. Sarah was holding one of the biggest ones for her, feeding it into his daughter’s mouth.

  “What do you think about black guys now?” Amanda’s voice came from behind the camera.

  Jenny smiled and giggled as she pulled her mouth off the nigger’s dick, “I think I’m going to have to get to know the basketball team a lot better when I get back to school.”

  The room filled with laughter as the black men defiling his daughter gave each other high fives.

  The television screen was getting fuzzy, or was it the room? Ben couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. He did know that his chest pains were significant; a stabbing sensation that felt like his heart was going to split in half. Were those tears in his eyes or sweat dripping from his head? He didn’t know that either. He did feel like his arm restraints were getting looser, though. His feet as well. Yes, Amanda was untying Ben, removing the bonds that held him for so long. The ball gag was removed now and discarded on the floor. Surprisingly, he mustered some energy to push up on the arms of the chair and wobbled to his feet.