Hotwife "Certain races have superior qualities. Black men harden easily and have
amazing stamina. Lick the cock all over, mmm I love this part. Black
cock is so big it takes a lot of work to lick the whole thing. Suck that
big black cock. Sperm does not taste bad and you will require a taste
for it. No room for bigots on my staff Amber, my big black staff, suck
my big black staff Amber... Amber wake up."
Amber woke up beside Brian. He was shaking her. It was four in the
morning. "What?" she asked groggily.
"You were whimpering in your sleep."
"Oh sorry." Amber mashed her breasts against Brian's naked back as he
turned over on his side. She reached around and grabbed his penis
wanting to cry when she felt that it was still in his shrunken, limp
state. She rolled over and got out of bed.
"Where you going?"
"Home," replied Amber throwing clothes on over a body that belonged in a
centerfold.
"I shouldn't have come here anyway. Reverend Al wanted us to stay apart
and reflect until the wedding."
"Drive carefully. I love you."
"I love you too." Amber grabbed her purse and went out to her car. She
had gone to Brian's for two reasons. First, because she really needed to
get laid and second, she had given her black boss a handjob during work
last Friday and the guilt was eating her up. It was Sunday and she'd
have to face him tomorrow. She still didn't believe she'd jerked him
off, let alone inadvertently swallowed a large wad of semen that had
flown in her mouth. His huge black cock had fascinated her. It was like
she couldn't refuse it. She was even dreaming about it. She was the girl
in the video alternately sucking the Amy's black husband Leroy or Al's
shaft. Amber knew she couldn't trust herself around it and decided to
avoid the Reverend and his foot long shaft.
Another foot long shaft was waiting on her kitchen table. Amber looked
at the dildo standing up proudly in it's box so like Sharpspeare's cock.
He had given it to her to practice oral sex on and had warned her
against sticking it in her vagina lest she get hooked on it. Bull shit,
of course! She took the dildo off the table to hide under her bed.
Amber stripped off her clothes and climbed into her own bed. She was
wide awake and decided to watch the dvd of Amy and Leroy again. Amy
loved sucking her husband's massive cock and it showed. Amber watched
sperm trickle out of Amy's mouth. Amber replayed the scene and reached
under her bed for her dildo. She was supposed to practice sucking on it
to gain skill to keep Brian happy, but Brian was only half as big and
not nearly as think as the dildo. Why bother? Brian's wouldn't be a
challenge, but Amber loved a challenge.
The pretty young blonde quickly removed the dildo from it's box
shivering as she wrapped her fingers around the plastic shaft. It
reminded her so much of Al Sharspeare's penis. Amber kissed the head of
the dildo just as Amy kissed the head of Leroy's cock. She then
proceeded to suck on it.
Amber choked and pulled the dildo out of her mouth. This was harder then
it looked. She followed Amy's instructions and tried again. "Suck that
big black cock," said Leroy just as she swallowed nine inches. Amber
trembled and felt Hotwife try.
Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, Interracial Gang Bang Deep Throat Black Cock to finish me off. Just show me you can
swallow most of it without choking. That's all I need to see. Just
swallow as much as Brian has."
"Ok, I guess." Amber inhaled the exciting animalisitc odor his cock gave
off. She grabbed the base, shivering as her hand closed around the thick
shaft again. This was no dildo, this was a living, pulsing black cock.
She tried to swallow the head, her dry lips scraping his helmut.
"No, lubricate it first. Kiss, then lick it. Pretty impressive isn't
it?"
"Yes sir," said Amber kissing the tip like the manual had shown. She was
filled with a deep sense of belonging. Amber's tongue flickered out and
curled around the head.
"That's good," said Al when she had licked up and down his entire shaft.
"Now take it in your mouth. Only swallow as much as Brian has to offer.
After all, that's the only penis you'll be doing this to a week from
now."
Amber felt the color drain from her face when she realized, she much
rather be here sucking the Reverend's big black cock then sucking on
Brian's little one. She relaxed her jaw and quickly took half down her
throat signifying Brian's six inches.
"Come on Miss Derrickson, your fiance isn't a little boy, swallow more."
Amber suddenly had a wicked thought. She arched her back and pushed
forwards until her lips kissed the black man's pubic hairs. She had
continued to practice on the dildo until she had swallowed it whole.
"Most impressed with your skills Miss Derrickson."
Amber grinned around his shaft. She pulled back slowly removing the
cock, but Sharpspeare placed his palm around the back of her head and
pulled her forward again. Amber pulled back, but he pulled forward. The
next time she went back only halfway and pushed herself forwards. Soon
she lost herself in the moment and began bobbing her head over his cock
with the black man occassionally using his hand to guide her. "Suck it
Amber. My cock's swollen with sin child. Suck the sin up out of my
balls. Hallelulah!"
Amber lost control and grabbed his hips, trying to shove more of his
delicious black cock down her throat. She dropped one hand and began
gently massaging his balls. They were so big, one testical fit perfectly
in the palm of her hand. She emulated the woman in the video and the
instructions in the manual, finding they had been a good teacher, but
that it was harder with the real thing. Her neck and back grew sore
before she began to notice signs that he was close. His cock was
swelling and the testical n her hand was tensing up. Still, it took
another five to ten minutes for him to cum and when he did it was in a
flood that filled her belly.
"Praise the l-ah-d," shouted the Reverend as his cock started pumping
out semen. He withdrew until Amber felt sperm gushing down her throat
and soon filling her mouth. She could taste it again and remembered that
she liked it. She gulped it down as fast as he came. "Amen child," he
said pulling it out.
Amber sat in her chair and stared at his cock as he backed up. She
watched it go from swollen and steel hard to angling down to hanging
limp between his legs, still longer then Brian's when fully erect and
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she slowly pulled the gown down until her bra covered breasts were
revealed. Then she pulled it down further over her thin waist until her
sexy stomach was revealed and the dress was pulled down to her hips. She
kept the train on her head. He took a lot of shots of her topless like
that and then told her to pull the dress all the way off. She obeyed him
smiling and posing for the camera as she stripped down to the lingerie.
"I bet your husband doesn't even know what a sexy wife he has," said Ike
pulling her dress out of the way. Now lay down on the bed on your back.
Kelly wasn't doing this for her husband any more. She was doing this for
herself. It made her feel special as she laid down on the bed. Ike bent
over and parted her legs slightly and bent one of her knees up. He then
kneeled at the foot of the bed and took some pictures of her body lying
down.
Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed
by the crotchless panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and
grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask
back on and pretend your asleep," he said already pulling his cock back
out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock
superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs
apart and took several pictures of his twelve inch dick pointing right
at her open pussy.
Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her
vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask.
Ike was fiddling with a camera again and hadn't even noticed. She
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said
turning back to her with a camera in hand.
Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell down far enough that her breast
popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up.
"Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat, inch long
nipple. "Lets show your husband that big nipple."
Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and
they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her.
"Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is
between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "Your husband is going
to love these picures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her
remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he
dreamed she would willingly go this far.
"How wild are you wiling to get?" Ike asked her.
"I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied.
"Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she
did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and
zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her own
nipple.
"You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said.
"Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked.
"Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch,
"Look what you're doing to me.
Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. They bulged
out obscenely. It looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two
baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Look how hard my cock is," he replied.
"That can't be real."
"Trust me it's real, real huge."
"I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch.
"I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could
protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the
remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and disbelief written on
her face.
"I don't believe it," she said staring in awe at his fat black
monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was
as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His
testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was
frightening.
"You can touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up."
Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive
penis. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She
squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of
the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's
orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was
magnificent.
"I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the
remote.
"Your gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big."
"Who me?" he asked. "I'm a little bigger then average," he said knowing
full well that no man he had ever met even came close to him in size.
"But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly
feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis that had
her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her
husband's little penis tight just to get it hard enough to fit in her
vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat.
"You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You really don't know how
good sex can be until you've had a big fat cock in your pussy. I'm
surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you
what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me."
Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders that she was leaning forward
with her mouth open when she came to her senses.
Kelly reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so
entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was
saying. She had actually been about to put a man's penis in her mouth.
She'd never do that, not even with her husband. "I think we should quit
now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly
a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike- with great
difficulty- stuffed his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a
sigh of relief when it was gone, but she also felt a deep sense of loss,
knowing that she would never see it again.
"Sorry Mrs Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the
computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband.
Give me about fifteen minutes."
Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw
a robe on over he white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was
completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted
to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself
for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad
at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her
husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. James had money and power,
but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing
though, the image of that big black penis would forever be imprinted on
her brain.
"You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den.
"They're even better then I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them
to your husband.
Well they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least
one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she headed out of the
room to her computer system.
James reloaded the camera's and changed the video tape. He then walked
over to the snobby bitches bed and hid the camera remote under the
pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off. He then laid down on the
big white bed completely nude and waited for the star of his show. Well,
the best supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs.
Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the pictures. She felt
bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled
with pornography. There was a giant black penis-just like Ike's- poised
behind some sluts rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her
house. Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw
the next picture.
Her scream of horror echoed through the big mansion when she saw Ike's
big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with
the mask on. Kelly screamed again, a little less loudly, and started to
cry. She erased the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't
hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into?
Fifteen minutes later, she Biracial Dating Sites Black Cock White Slut enough. She looked down at the dildo. Six inches extended
between her legs and she wondered at what point she had pushed half
inside her. Amy could take Leroy's entire fourteen inch monster, but she
was odviously used to it. Amber gripped the dildo's base and pushed more
in.
"Stuff my pussy with black cock. Fuck me hard."
Amber looked up at the screen. The "instructional" dvd had definitly
turned harder core. Amy was on all fours on the bed with Leroy working
his cock in behind her.
"This is called the doggy position and is my favorite," growled Leroy.
"It really lets white sluts know who's boss." He spanked Amy's ass and
started fucking her hard.
"I'm a slut for your big black cock, Leroy," shouted Amy pushing herself
back into his thrusts.
Amber had a really big orgasm watching the couple on screen. She looked
down her body and found both hands were playing with her nipples while
the entire dildo was in her pussy. She rolled over into the doggy
position and started working the dildo in between her legs.
Leroy removed his cock and started pushing it in Amy's ass. The camera
zoomed in for a close up.
Amber rolled over again and spread her legs wide. She arched her ass and
pulled the dildo out. She brought the head down to her asshole and
winced in pain as she pushed the head against her anus.
*****************
"You read the book and watched the dvd?"
"Of course," lied Brian to the Reverend.
"Good, then I won't bore you with questions. I will need to see you nude
for a brief check up."
"What? Here?"
"We could go to the bathroom, if you'd prefer. My secretary has been
told not to disturb us. So here or the bathroom?"
"Here, I guess. Do you want me to strip now?" Brian stood at the
Reverend's nod and slowly started removing his shirt.
"If, you are uncomfortable, I can have Francis sit in with us."
Brian pulled his shirt off and laid it on the couch. He had never been
ashamed of his fit body, but he didn't want the black woman seeing him
nude. "No this is fine," he said stepping out of his pants clad now only
in boxers.
"The underwear too. I'm only concerned with your genitals. I need to see
that they are in working...Jesus! Where's your penis?"
"What do you mean, this is my penis?"
"No, it's too small. It can't be. What is it, three inches when hard?"
"No, more like six."
"Your balls, they're no bigger then acorns. Make it erect."
"I've been having problems lately. It hasn't gotten hard in weeks."
Brian tugged on it a few times, stretching it out.
"Brian," said Al standing and walking around to lean on his desk. "I
don't think I can condone this marriage. Your penis is clearly inferior
in size and stamina. You are incapable of satisfying Amber. It pains me
to say this, but I would suggest giving up women altogether."
"This is bull shit." Brian quickly pulled his pants back up. Then he
noticed the outline of Al's penis running down his leg. The Reverend was
wearing work out clothes and the outline of a huge penis was clearly
visible under his lycra shorts as well as two giant testicals. Brian
stared at it in horror. He had assumed Leroy's penis to be some freak of
nature, but here was another black man with a 
Mandingo Women Black Dick Deep Throat orgasm building. Strangely, her
pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull
more in and she gave in, pushing seven inches in. She came.
She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in
taking another inch. She had been squatting up and down over his cock
for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of
nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were
hurting from the exertion and she didn't know how much longer she could
ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long
as it made her cum.
Ike sensed she was tiring. He reached out his hands between her legs and
around his cock, cupping her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and
started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the
strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the
work. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down
eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple minutes
and she came again as he forced her down onto another inch. He watched
her juices running down the three inches of his cock not buried in her
pussy until they reached his pubic hair. Ike started lifting her up and
down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but it
wouldn't budge past nine inches. Ike raised her up until just the tip of
his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go.
Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two thirds
of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy and
she squirmed around wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock in
her. She got her wish.
Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support.
She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was
thrusting back into her as gravity pulled her down.
Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock and it triggered her
orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain
as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She tried to get it out of
her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still. After a couple seconds
she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over
again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to
filling her like Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with
James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis
like her husband's would never be able to satisfy her and now that she
had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now.
Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain
slowly faded. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the invader
and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling
every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy.
Ike sat upwards and started licking around her nipples. She came again
when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She
felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her
over.
Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso.
The only exposed part of her body were her long legs wrapped around his
thighs. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few
minutes and then the fucking started.
Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the
fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until
he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed
that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes.
She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his
thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss
his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and
dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She
loved every minute of it.
Kelly reached out from under him and squeezed his ass with her hands. He
had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the
number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she
knew he was getting close. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, but it was
muffled by his chest.
Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building
in her womb at the thought him cumming in her pussy. Ike pulled back and
then thrust forward and she heard him bellow like a bull. His cock
jerked and then she screamed in orgasm as his sperm started spraying the
deepest recesses of her pussy.
She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just
continued shooting sperm up his cock and into her pussy. They must
produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to
taste him again.
Kelly came again and she felt herself giving in to the pleasure. She
passed out.
Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his
cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this
opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it
left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he
squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off
the bed and ran over to check on the camera's.
The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and
started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of
her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white
pussy. Now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. Her thighs were red and
there were even rips around the hole in the crotchless panties. These
would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He
snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it
liquified and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as
she slept.
Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt
tired and sore, but she also felt satisfied and fulfilled. She looked
over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his
incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman
then her rich husband. Life wasn't fair.
Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried
not to panic as she looked around for the disk. It was where he had left
it, on the floor by the bed, and she grabbed it and shoved it under the
mattress.
She rolled over and looked at Ike again. Kelly couldn't help herself and
she ran her hand over his muscular chest feeling the hard ridges of his
muscles. She moved her hand on down to his abs, marvelling at how better
his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale
white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's
incredible body and she found herself becoming aroused again. Her hand
ran down to his cock and caressed it.
Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches
long and only slightly fatter then her husband's. Still it was
impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It
quickly swelled again and she wrapped her fingers around it and started
stroking the shaft.
Ike woke up to see her blonde head moving down to his cock. He watched
her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, willingly
this time.
Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she
had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to
loosen it up.
"Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly
cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on
her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the
slut-bitch you are."
Kelly got up on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she
desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind.
There was so much he could teach her about sex. Her heart was pounding
as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy.
Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she
moaned.
Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to
push his cock in. Black Cock Videos for a few minutes, then pulled them out.
"Darn, still closing up. I was hoping to avoid this. Here, bend over my
desk." Amber laid across the top of the desk and Sharpspeare stood,
resting his cock on her ass. He pulled back so that the head was over
her anus, then pushed down.
"Aaargh," shouted Amber spasming after Al's golf ball sized cock head
forced her anus open.
"So snug and tight," growled Al. He was fighting to control himself. His
every instinct screamed for him to bury his cock in her ass and hammer
it in until he came. Her body relaxed a little and he pushed a few more
inches in. "I hope Brian appreciates what I'm doing for him."
"Ooooww." The huge head plowed deeper until Amber cried, "no more, too
deep. Hurts. Way past Brian."
Al looked down, she had taken eight or nine. That was fine for a first
time. "That's enough. Just lay there and relax. Clench your ass when the
pain goes away." Al waited five minutes until her ass squeezed his cock
tighter. "I'm gonna work it around to loosen you up." Al started fucking
her, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
"Oh yes," moaned Amber so softly he could barely hear it. Her hands
clenched the edge of his desk and she liftd her ass up a little for him.
"Oh god, fuck my ass," cried Amber pushing back into the Reverend's
thrusting cock.
"Well, I ain't he. You'll have to settle for me."
"Oh, sorry sir. Oooh yes."
"Don't be. Remember the dvd and booklet. Tell your man how good it
feels."
"It feels good. I like it. Fuck my ass with your big dick. Shove that
big black cock up my ass. Cum in my ass."
Al smiled. The dvd had taught her well. He pulled her ass cheeks as far
apart as they would go and started bucking his hips faster.
"Here it cums bitch," he growled shoving his cock as deep as it would go
and holding it still as it pumped her full of sperm.
Al pulled out and collapsed in his chair after shooting some wads on her
back. He watched fascinated as the gaping hole of her ass slowly closed
up. Sperm welled up in the hole and began pouring down her crack.
"Sorry about that Miss Derickson, I got carried away. You can clean up
in the bath."
Amber pushed herself to her feet and on shaky legs walked towards his
bathroom. Al watched her return looking slightly more refreshed, but
walking funny as she would be the rest of the day. Her ass would leak
sperm for hours. He hadn't bothered to pull his pants up and his cock
dangled, huge and plump betwen his legs. "Don't talk to Brian and I'll
see you at the wedding. Please keep considering my job offer."
Amber's eyes still stared at his cock. "I think I'll accept. Brian will
understand."
"Excellent, you can start after the honeymoon. Here, I have a present
for you." Al pulled his pants up and she seemed to snap out of a dream.
He walked around to his desk drawers and pulled out a package."
"What is it?" asked Amber.
"Open it." The pretty blonde opened it and pulled out the lingerie.
"Where it under your wedding dress and throw those old lady panties
away."
Amber hed up the lacy, see thru bra, then the white garters, then the
panties. "There's no crotch!"
"Brian will love them," grinned Al Sharpspeare.
continued in part 3 
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Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she
was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in
her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up
and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and
then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from
the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady.
"Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the
pool.
Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw
that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into
the pool.
"Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps."
Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change.
He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her.
"Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't
believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a
bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's.
Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen
on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material
of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into
the water," he said.
This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she
slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled
behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to
her thighs.
"Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool
with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and
sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water."
She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her
shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around
one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched
her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black
man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice
picture.
"Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your
side on this cot."
Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day
caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back
down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she
laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he
sighed loudly.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks
like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for
your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you
need to wear something a little sexier."
Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit
around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then
so why should he now? "Ummm,"
"Ike," he said.
"Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything
else."
"Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no
additional cost. Let me go get them."
Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected
this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make
another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make
whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when
she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink.
"No thanks, I'm underage," he said.
No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it.
Go put this on," he said handing her a box.
She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she
had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched
sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn."
"I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been
worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought
everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it
on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added,
"Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved
more marriages then a marriage councilor."
"There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the
box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to
change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say.
Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off
and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the
bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to
put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to
tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered
about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and
they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more
confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She
decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped
into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't
get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way
too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up
to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had
fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it
was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go
through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the
shower.
Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying
in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her
suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to
dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since
it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the
most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles
in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter
of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to
his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat
nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had
ever seen. "What's next?" she asked.
Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in
the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when
he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string.
"Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other
poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again.
Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her
posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini
bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to
find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing
it to be... liberating.
Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one
exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and
took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed
following his orders
He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the
cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish
it out. I can't swim."
Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he
grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching
into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in
his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and
snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson.
The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from
the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her
eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his
face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't
proper for a thirty year old, Hotwife in a month. She no longer
felt guilty. She had wanted to suck off this cock, she had trained to
suck off a cock this big, and she was sorry it was over.
"You did an excellent job Amber," said Sharpspeare. "You continue to
impress me. Now the last thing, we'll need to do is an examination of
your body. Please remove your clothes."
"What?"
"It has to be done. I examined Brian earlier and found him healthy,
though lacking. If you'd like you may strip in the bath or I can call in
Francis as an observer."
"Here's fine, but please turn your back." Amber was wearing blue slacks,
a white blouse, and a light blue sweater. She stared at the black man's
back as she pulled off her sweater. This wasn't as bad as she thought it
would be. Deep down she wanted to be nude in Sharpspeare's presence. She
kicked off her shoes and pulled her slacks down. Soon she was clad in
just her bra and panties. "Ready."
"Very nice," said Al turning around. His eyes traveled up and down her
body causing her to shiver because it wasn't the look a doctor or
Reverend gave a woman. "I'll need you to remove it all though. Rather
plain underwear for a beautiful woman with your body isn't it?"
Amber looked down and found herself staring at his crotch as she
unhooked her bra. "I find them practical and comfortable." Amber gasped
as she pulled her bra off. Al's cock head shot two inches down his pant
leg when she revealed her tits. Incredible! Brian hadn't gotten an
erection in weeks and this man was getting hard again just minutes after
cumming buckets. It grew another inch when she pulled her panties down.
Knowing that her body had such an effect on him made Amber feel proud.
She held her arms down at her sides rather then cover her breasts and
crotch with them.
"You certainly look healthy," said the Reverend wiping some sweat of his
brow. He was actually quite a handsome man, but for a big head of
straight black hair. He had a penchant for gold jewelery that Amber
found a little tacky. "Come here and I'll examine you."
Amber walked over to the Reverend. He placed his hands on her shoulders
and stared deeply into her eyes. Amber half wished he'd lean down and
kiss her and she found herself fighting to keep from puckering her lips.
His hands squeezed her shoulders then slid lower across her chest. His
hands ran down her arms, gripped her wrists and suddenly pulled tight so
that her arms were outstretched and her breasts were thrust forward as
her back arched. She felt powerless in his grip and found it very
erotic, like she was on display for his pleasure.
Al released her wrists and turned her attention to her breasts. "I see
your nipples don't have a problem getting hard." The black man was
twirling her long niples between two fingers, gently tugging on them and
Amber whimpered a little trying not to moan. He spent a lot of time on
her breasts, squeezing and kneading every square inch. Amber was proud
of her bosom, though not to fond of showing them off. They were quite
large and she really did resemble the young, Playboy Pamela Anderson,
still the beautiful girl next door.
Al sat in his desk chair as his hands traveled lower. He seemed to like
her belly almost