by Lorenzo Mier
Tom fucked her powerfully and throughly until she was crying out as she came. She cum even more strongly as she felt his cock swell and pulsate inside her. She felt his semen spurting and pulsing against her cervix. Her humiliation was complete! She had been taken as the whore she was.
He held her firmly until he had emptied himself into her, his semen flooding her. Finally, he moved off and she lay there, her legs spread, emotionally drained. She could feel his juice running out and down between her asscheeks, but she wasn't able to move.
Smiling down at her, he got dressed and left.
She lay there conquered, naked and spread-eagled on their marriage bed. There was no pain in her body, but in her mind. She knew she could never refuse Tom, her body wouldn't let her. She would have to tell Jim what happened, and how she felt. If this went on, her life and marriage were ruined.
later that day, Vanessa was crying on Jims chest as she told him about the events of that morning. Her suggestion was to move to another town, anywhere away from their neighbors.
"Let's think this thing through rationally." Jim was saying. "I have been with the company about four years. We bought this house when we married and have a large mortgage. There's really no equity in it, and we would lose a lot of money trying to sell. I make much better money than I could get somewhere else. We can't call the police, since no crime has been committed. Tom could kick my ass with one hand tied behind his back. You may be pregnant with his c***d and don't want to have an abortion. What other options do we have?"
"You haven't offered any options. You're saying we must accept the status quo and let him continue fucking me every time he wants. You just want to see me fucked. Am I correct?" Vanessa said.
"Since we're being honest, yes, I do like to see him fuck you, That doesn't mean I don't love you. If you can't say no to him, how do you know you can refuse the next black man you meet? Maybe, this known evil is better than an unknown future somewhere else." Jim explained.
That conversation took place two years ago. I have a beautiful boy and am pregnant again. Jim and I haven's made love since that first time with Tom. I am Tom's slut and do whatever he asks. I still can't refuse him. Lately, Tom has been suggesting having one of his friends join us.
Wife Pay's Debt Blacken
My name is Tommy and I'm 41. My wife Christine is 42. I think it would be best if I describe us first. I'm 6'2"; short brown hair; clean shaven and in good shape minus a bit of a belly. Christine is 5'8"; long brown hair; hazel eyes; 36c; great shape even after a few pounds and two k**s. She has always need extremely shy and conservative.
Well I have been taking some photography classes so that I could make change in my life. Wife was impressed with my photos even though some could be a little more risqué. What she did not know was that I borrowed several hundred dollars for my equipment from a friend of mine.
The time had come to pay and honestly I couldn't afford it. He said he totally understand and was willing to make a deal. If I agreed my debt would be forgiven. I was over the moon at the concept.
"Well, I'll tell you what...," Tyrell said, "if you let me have your wife I'll act like the debt never happened."
I was shocked. This was obviously not what I was expecting.
"She will NEVER go for it," I said with absolute certainty.
"I'll tell you what." Tyrell said putting his arm around my shoulder. "Give me an afternoon and with your assistance I'm sure I can do it BUT if I can't you still won't owe me any money. If you're so sure than you have nothing to lose."
It did make sense and it was a lot of money. "What exactly do you mean with my help?"
"Oh nothing much honestly. You just have to be there. I want you to tell her that you have a major photo shoot to do to pass your class. You have the male model (pointing at himself) BUT unfortunately your female model broke her foot and had to cancel. You're in a real bind and could use her help desperately."
"And if she agrees to do the photo shoot I don't have to pay you back?" I asked considering it.
"Absolutely buddy!" He exclaimed. "See you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
So I agreed and that night I went home and spoke with Christine.
"So how was class today, honey?" My wife asked.
"Definitely could have gone better." I said repeating what Tyrell told me to say.
"What happened?" She asked genuinely concerned.
"It's just we have this huge project for the final grade. I was actually excited. No had my theme picked out. I had laid out the photos I wanted to take. I had my models lines up AND THEN my female model breaks her foot. Do you believe that? It's too late to get another model. I don't know what to do?" I said hoping I wasn't laying it on too think. I needed her to say yes to this so my debt was forgiven.
"Anything I can do to help?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"I'm really glad you asked because I REALLY need a model for this weekend's shoot or the whole class will be a wash. I really don't want to ask you but could you please fill in? It's just one shoot. Please."
"Are you sure you can't get somebody else?"
"Not on such short notice."
"OK fine. For you. But no nudes! I'm serious."
"Definitely. I can't tell you what this means to me."
I called Tyrell to set it all up. I was so relieved that she was adamant about there being no nudes but Tyrell didn't seem vexed at all. He just informed me that he would bring the outfits and everything will be fine.
The day came and handed me a bag with a black silk nightgown that was so short I was sure it would barely come to her waist with a matching black thong. I gave it to Christine and she took it to go change. Tyrell went to change as well and came out wearing a white silk robe. Now Tyrell is 34 years old; 6'4", dark black skin, shaved head; and extremely ripped muscles.
Christine came into the studio and jaw dropped. She looked phenomenal. He breasts were prominently on display. She was obviously nervous.
Tyrell was eyeing her up and down appreciatively.
"Tommy, this new model is phenomenal. Much prettier than that other model you've used in the past."
Christine smiled and blushed at his words seemingly putting her at ease.
We took it slow at first. Solo pictures of each of them. Then a few of then next to each other with his arm d****d around her shoulders.
He gave me a look that it was time to escalate so I told him to get behind her, remove the robe and kiss her neck and shoulders. It is a weakness of hers and I saw her knees buckle a little. I was surprised she hadn't commented but it was still pretty innocent. Tyrell was wearing just white silk boxers briefs under the robe.
Then came the next cue like we practiced. He obviously thought she was relaxed enough to try.
I looked at them and said, "Honey, the straps of your nighty are in the way. Is it alright if Tyrell just lowers them off your shoulders a little bit?"
She opened her eyes as if in a daze and just nodded approvingly. I was surprised.
Tyrell smiled and let the straps drop off her shoulders as he held on to them. Kissing all over her neck. Nibbling her shoulders and licking back and forth. The whole time continuing to pull the straps down her arms.
After about 10 minutes, her breasts were completely exposed. I was thinking ok now she is going to freak but she didn't say anything and I felt committed to see this through to the end.
He just left her like that. Not touching them or anything. Just continued to kiss her neck.
He gave me the next cue to move it along. I cleared my throat and told them to part. I looked her over and said, "Oh no, the nightie is all wrinkly now, we can't have it the shots. Tyrell could you help her out of it?"
She just raised her arms without thinking. I WAS SHOCKED!!
Now she was standing there in just a thong. I told them to hug. "No tighter than that. Yeah that's it. Look in each other's eyes. Perfect! Now give her a kiss!"
He grabbed her tight and started French
kissing her. Lowering his hands, cupping her ass.
He gave me the next signal. My heart dropped. I never in a million years thought it would get this far but how could I back out now?
"Oh it's really silly not to get SOME nudes," I said. "Tyrell, could you help her out of the undies pleas."
He started to slowly pull them down. She just held his shoulder for balance and stepped out of them.
"Ummmmm ok Chrissy, sit over on the couch," I said, "and help Tyrell out of his boxers."
He stood only inches away from her as she hooked the waistband in her thumbs and slowly pulled them down. A 12" monster flipped out and hit her in the chin making her jump.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "That's huge. I mean gigantic. Honey I'm sorry but what do think? It's gotta be two ...no three times your size!"
I had never heard her like this. Talking so openly. Her words made me blush.
She reached up without being prompted and held it. Looking it all over as Tyrell stood there proudly smiling over at me.
He looked down and said, "Do you like it baby?"
"I'm sorry but you have a beautiful cock!"
Cock? COCK?!? I have never heard her use that word in my life.
"It's ok honey," Tyrell said stroking her cheek and hair, "I'm very proud of it."
"Oh you should be," she said.
"Tommy lets get a few weeks pictures of her really admiring my cock."
He had taken over completely. Not even any pretense that I was in charge of the shoot and more. I just started clicking away.
"Honey, put just the head in your mouth. Yeah just like that. Oh your a very good girl. Mmmmm a little more. Oh baby that feels amazing."
She was sucking him!! It took him less that an hour to get his cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe it.
She was sliding her tongue all over it. That is until he told her to get on her hands and knees. She did very willingly. It look like her pussy was very wet.
He grabbed her hips and slowly pushed the head of his huge black cock in. Slowly more and more as she pulled back onto his cock taking him even deeper. Until he was fucking her. He grabbed her hair pulling back making her tits standout as her pounded her pussy smacking her ass as she moaned fuck me fuck me harder. He grunted and pushed balls deep and emptied his cum into her.
They did it four more times that day. And she asked him to spend the night. She said she was sure I wouldn't mind sleeping in the guest room for tonight. What have I gotten myself into?
He's Huge BBC Seeks WMW
This is a true story. My wife, Patty, and I are both white. Unlike a lot of stories I've read where the husband claims his wife is a knockout beauty, my 5'3" wife is an older woman, still very cute, but with less than perfect body. In her mid-fifties, Patty's figure has gotten a bit thicker with age. Her melon-sized tits now sag slightly and her well-rounded ass is a bit too big. She has wide curvy hips and her thighs are fleshy soft. She once joked, "Her body is built for comfort, not speed, when it comes to sex." Don't get me wrong, my wife looks fuck-me lush in a pleasantly plump way. Patty still gets me hot. She's just not a firm twenty-something anymore.
We've been married for twelve years. Again, unlike stories where men claim their wife was a virgin and he's been her one and only, Patty had already been divorced twice before we met. Her son was born during her first marriage and her daughter in the second. Both c***dren are now grown and gone.
By the time we got together, having c***dren and regular use by men in the course of time has made Patty's pussy a little loose. Being older, I only felt it was normal wear. My wife also gets very juicy. Normally I like it. But, when she gets highly aroused and her juices start flowing heavy it becomes a problem for me. My cock is slightly below average in length and girth. Usually when I'm fucking her, I can feel the walls of her vagina, if somewhat barely.
However, when Patty gets really excited and her hairy pussy becomes mushy wet, I lose all friction. At that point, reaching down between us with one hand, my wife will grasp my cock to squeeze it tight while I hump her or she'll jack me off in her pussy. She'll do the same thing to give me a quickie prior to bedtime when I'm horny and she's not in the mood. Stripping naked and lying back in bed, she'll tell me to climb on and stick my hard dick in her pussy. When I do, my dick slips into her easy without foreplay or lube needed. Then she'll jack me off, rolling her plump butt to work her hairy pussy on my cock while talking nasty in my ear, getting me to shoot my load within minutes. Finished, I'll typically roll off her and fall to sleep while she goes to clean herself in the bathroom.
As a general rule, I don't eat my wife's cunt prior to fucking her. Not that it matters. She rarely has an orgasm when I do. Plus, I never go down on Patty once I do spurt a weak load of cum into her while fucking, regardless of my wife's need to get off. I can't get past the idea eating a cream-pie oozing out of her hairy pussy is gross, even if its mine.
To me, we don't have a bad sex life, even if it seems I often get the best of it. I'm aware of not always being adequate in meeting Patty's needs, so I'll use a dildo I purchased at an adult video store to fuck her cum-filled pussy until she creams. Large and black, it's made to look like the real thing. I've often fantasized about my wife being fucked by a black bull, so watching the huge dildo sliding in and out of Patty is a definite turn-on for me.
The idea seems to make Patty hot, too. Often, when I'm fucking her with it, I'll ask, "You like the feel of that black cock, baby?" Not bothering to reply, my wife will move her curvy hips faster. Within minutes, Patty's soft body goes tense and she shudders in the throes of an orgasm.
Knowing how it excited her, I carefully broached the subject of having a third person join us. Patty flatly refused to consider it. I didn't force the issue, although I continued to gently encourage her. One night, while sitting at a desk in our bedroom as my wife was dressing for bed, I took a bold risk by calling her over to look at the computer screen. I'd been online all evening, checking adult personal ads for casual encounters. I'd found one I thought Patty might find intriguing, but was really unsure how she'd react to it.
Looking, she gasped. "He's huge!"
On screen was the picture of a big black cock, uncircumcised, thick as my wrist, dangling about ten inches long with big balls. "He's not even hard, baby," I pointed out, although judging from Patty's fixed stare at the screen, my comments weren't needed. "You can bet that heavy hanging nut sac's full of hot cum."
"Wow," Patty said in awe.
The ad was entitled: BBC SEEKS WMW. Reading the content to Patty, I said, "Thirty-two year old black male wants to fuck married white woman while hubby watches. Prefer ages Twenty-one to Forty-six. Only e-mails with pictures get reply."
I glanced at my wife bending down to view the black cock photograph. She was wearing short pajama tops, partially unbuttoned and without a bra underneath, allowing her melon-size breasts to move freely. Full white panties were stretched tight over Patty's plump ass and wide hips. To me, she looked sexy.
I reached out to rub her panty-clad crotch. The material was warm and soaking wet. "I can tell you're turned-on by what you see," I grinned. Patty moaned, covering my hand groping her pussy with one of hers, pressing it against her.
"You want to answer the ad, Patty?" I prompted, squeezing my wife's mushy pussy-mound in my palm. "You want that big black cock?"
After a lengthy pause of silence, Patty softly said, "Yes."
With her agreement, I felt a buzz of lust run through me. Slipping fingers beneath the leg band of my wife's panties, I massaged her hairy pussy, which was slick with pussy juice. She was absolutely gushing, she's so hot, I thought. Reaching up with my free hand, I cupped the back of Patty's head, pulling it down to mine for a tongue-dueling, passionate kiss.
Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Do you really want this to happen?"
"Yes, I've fantasized about it for a long time."
"If I do it, will you still respect me?"
"Of course, I love you, baby. A
nd it's not like you were a virgin when we met. I know other men have gotten to enjoy using this hot, sweet pussy," I said, giving her puffy pussy another squeeze. "You realize I'll have to take some pictures of you for him to see. I hope that's not a problem for you?"
"I don't know about that," she said, once again sounding hesitant. "Who knows where pictures posted on line end up? Why did you pick him, anyway?"
"He was closest. Plus, he's a Negro. And being bedded by a black man has been a secret fantasy of yours for a long time, if you'd admit it."
"Not just mine."
"I don't hide it," I shrugged. "It's a turn-on for me to see you fucked by a big black cock." Disengaging from our embrace, I reached into a drawer, withdrawing a digital camera. I wanted to take photographs while Patty was still intent on replying to the ad, avoiding a later possibility she might change her mind.