0 comments/ 170250 views/ 25 favorites My Wife's Black Master Ch. 01 By: q-tip My name is Jay and I work in radio. That sounds like the introduction at an AA meeting, and many people who work in radio will tell you that it’s an addiction also. I work at a small station in California’s Central Valley. That rich agricultural area that stretches for hundreds of miles down the center of California, and is dotted with little farming communities. I’m 35, my wife Jane is 25, we’ve been married for 5 years and in that time I’ve worked at 5 different radio stations in 5 different states. Most people in the industry will tell you that’s not unusual. Jane will tell you that I’m a loser. The station I work at is small and plays country music. There used to be a saying in radio that “if in doubt, play country.” In California’s Central Valley the saying is: “if in doubt, go Spanish.” Since I don’t speak Spanish, I’m glad we haven’t. I work the 11 p.m. to 5 a.m. shift. There’s really not much to do. Put on a CD, play commercials (the station still uses cassettes), run the tape of the news, weather, and sports, and read an occasional PSA (public service announcement). Our paying advertisers usually aren’t happy to learn that their spot ran at 3:00 in the morning, so mostly we just run PSAs. If you’ve ever heard that radio pays well let me put that notation to rest. Oh sure, it pays incredibly well at big stations in major markets. But here in Podunkville, it pays just above the poverty level. I’m a pretty average guy, except that I have a good voice and a nasty addiction to trying to make a living using it. My wife, Jane, on the other hand, is gorgeous. Long dark, almost black hair, green eyes, she’s about 5’6” tall. Wonderful body, fantastic breasts. When she’s walking away from me, naked, I can see the bulge of her breasts on either side of her, if you know what I mean. She’s a firm, beautiful D cup with pale pink nipples and areola. When she’s naked, facing me, I can see daylight at the top of her thighs, where they meet just below her pussy. Unfortunately, when she’s naked in front of me, she usually has her hands on her hips and her mouth moving a mile a minute. And when she’s naked walking away, she actually stomping and still letting me have it. I guess you could say that she’s unhappy with our current situation. Living in a small crappy rented house, moving every year, scrapping to get by, I can see her point, but I love what I do. I was asleep at 11:00 in the morning when I heard the telephone ring. Usually that doesn’t bother me, but this morning for some reason I woke up. I could hear Jane talking on the phone, arguing with somebody, but trying to be quiet. “You bastard,” I heard her say. She listened for a minute. “Damn it, all right you bastard. But only this once. Like you promised me.” More listening. “OK. Be here about 1:00 in the morning. And come to the backdoor. I don’t want anybody to see. And don’t try to be funny.” What the fuck was this? 1:00 in the morning, I’d be working. The backdoor? What the hell? I tried to get back to sleep, but couldn’t. Jane of course was her usual charming self until I left for work about 10:00 p.m. We hadn’t had sex in several months, and I don’t think she’d enjoyed it much when we did. But I missed it. I missed it a lot. At the station I recorded that night’s announcements and PSAs. I often do that in advance anyway. I don’t like the idea of waking from a semi-slumber at 2:00 and fumbling for paper and sounding like I need to clear my throat. Vern, the engineer was late, as usual. I don’t really know why we had an engineer on anyway, he didn’t do much, but Vern was an OK guy. He looks a little like Tommy Chong, and I think he was a hippie back in the 60’s. He’s been around radio forever, and he’s pretty sure that music peaked with “The Grateful Dead.” Pretty much all we do at night is put on a CD, put on the news, weather, and sports tape at 5 minutes to the hour, stick in an occasional spot, and read a PSA now and then. Most of the time I don’t even announce the music, I just let the CD play. Hell, both of our listeners already know the music much better than I do. It was 12:30 when I told Vern that I had to go out for a while and asked him to cover. I’d done it dozens of time for him and he had no problem doing it for me. He asked what the next CD should be and I gave him one by a particular artist. Vern loves this guy; he doesn’t like the singer at all, doesn’t like any country music actually. But ever since he heard the rumor that this guy is gay, he thinks playing his music in this community is the funniest kind of joke there is. It was 10 minutes to 1:00 when I parked the car. Our little rented house sits at the end of a run down block. Behind the house is a “green belt,” which in this case means some trees and weeds, which extend to the next street. I parked on the other side of the “green belt” and made my way to our backyard. Our house and backyard are small, cluttered, and overgrown with the weeds that the landlord refused to take care of. It was very dark, but I knew where everything was, and made my way close to the backdoor, diving for cover when the back porch light came on. A few minutes late I heard footsteps coming around the house, and watched in amazement as a young guy moved under the light. He was perhaps in high school, maybe college. Tall, strong looking, good looking too, and very black. I immediately hated the bastard. He knocked, and I saw Jane answer the door, she wasn’t smiling. “Well, come in,” she said. The best part of our crappy little house is the patio that has two sets of sliding glass doors that enter both the living room and the bedroom. The bad part was that the cheap vinyl curtains didn’t do much to block the view inside. Tonight that was a good thing. It was May, but May in the Central Valley can be warm and Jane had left both doors open a little. I moved as silently as I could to the patio and peeked in. “Listen cunt, I’ve had enough of your attitude,” I heard the guy say. Oh boy, that’s the kind of talk Jane loves! She’s going to have his nuts on the wall, I thought. “I caught you, you know I caught you, and that I have a nice security tape of you trying to lift that clothing from the store,” he continued. “Oh shit,” I thought. “And,” he continued. “I don’t care if your husband’s so pathetic that you don’t have any money. If I want, I can send you to jail. Are we clear?” The comment about her husband hurt, but the sudden look of fear on Jane’s face was interesting. I couldn’t believe it, seeing her look like that was getting me excited. I found myself breathing a little harder. “Do you fucking understand me cunt?” he was almost shouting now. “Yes,” Jane said very quietly. Suddenly his hand was on her face, squeezing her cheeks together. “Its ‘yes Sir’ to you.” “Yes Sir,” she said her lips pushed into a pout by his fingers. “Good, we understand each other. Tonight you’re my bitch, my whore, my cunt. That’s what you agreed to, isn’t it cunt?” “Yes Sir,” her eyes were looking down but I couldn’t help but notice, from the rise and fall of her breasts, that her breathing was rapid. “Yes Sir what? Christ, don’t make me drag every goddamn word out of you.” “Yes Sir. Tonight I’m your bitch, your whore, your cunt.” Jane’s face was red, to my amazement my cock was rock hard in my jeans. “That’s good bitch,” the young man smiled as he walked around my wife. His hands trailing over her body like he owned her. Her face, her arms, her breasts. For the first time I really noticed what Jane was wearing. A light summer sundress, her breasts moved freely when he squeezed them, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “This looks like one of the dresses you stole. Is it?” “Yes Sir,” Jane said. “That’s good, you look good in it. But tonight you’ll refer to yourself as ‘your cunt,’ or ‘your whore;’ or ‘your slut.’ Do you understand bitch?” “Yes Sir,” Jane’s face was beet-red, as was the top of her chest. “Your cccccunt is glad the you like the way she looks.” Her dress was shaking! Her body was trembling as she said this. “That’s good bitch. Now show me your whore tits.” “Yes Sir,” it was barely a whisper as Jane slid the sundress down to her waist. Her beautiful full breasts open to his gaze. Her nipples where red and erect. The red blotch that I had seen on the top of her chest extended much further and was much redder than I had initially thought. Could this be a flush of excitement? For the first time I heard the radio playing in the background. I heard it because I could hear myself announcing a pancake breakfast for some youth group. “This excites you doesn’t it bitch?” I watched as Jane nodded her head without speaking. The young man moved quickly, much more quickly than I would have thought possible. Grabbing Jane’s nipple hard between his fingers he jerked her almost off her feet. “Don’t just nod bitch, answer me like I taught you.” “Awwwww. Yes Sir. Your bitch is excited. Oh god,” Jane moaned. “That’s better. Take the rest of that dress off,” he ordered. I watched as Jane quickly stepped out of her dress, her naked body visible. She was trembling. “Touch your cunt. Tell me if you’re wet for me yet,” he ordered I watched again as she pushed her right hand between her thighs, her finger sinking into her pussy. “Ohhhhh god. Your cunt is dripping Sir,” she was moaning. “Take out my cock, whore, show me how you give head,” he was enjoying this. Without a word Jane dropped to her knees, fumbling with his belt, she soon had his cock out of his pants. I watched in amazement as Jane’s mouth closed around it. His cock was very black. Not too long, no longer than mine, but very thick. About as thick as Jane’s fist. Her mouth was stretched as she licked and sucked it. Jane hadn’t put her mouth on my cock since we were dating. Said she didn’t like it, didn’t do anything for her. He was looking at her, his hands stroking her hair as she slobbered on his black cock. She was making love to that prick, lost in the sensations, moaning, touching his balls. I was shocked when I looked at the carpet beneath her, it had turned dark where she was dripping on it. “You want me to fuck you don’t you cunt?” he was pulling her head up by the hair. “Oh yes Sir. Your whore would love for you to fuck her,” Jane was panting, saliva dripping on her chin. When he bent her over the chair, her face was only inches from the sliding glass door. Inches from my face. I couldn’t see his cock penetrate her, but I saw the look on her face. I saw her eyes grow wide, her mouth open fully; I could hear the very loud groan. Hell, the neighbors could hear that groan. “Oh god. You’re so big. Ssssir.” “Do you want me to fuck your slut cunt?” he demanded. “Ohhhh yeesss. Please fuck my slut cunt, Sir. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock,” over and over again. Like a chant, as he slammed into her. Her eyes sprang open again as he moved his thumb to her asshole. Jane had never allowed me anywhere near her ass. She moaned as he pushed it inside her. “Don’t you cum bitch,” he order. “You’re here to service me, you understand me?” He was slamming her hard. “Oh god,” panting. “Oh god Sir. I’ll …” She was having a hard time of it. “I might not be able to help it Sir.” “Who?” he slapped her ass. Hard. “Your cunt may not be able to help it Sir. I’m so close. Ohhhh.” “If you cum without my permission, you’ll be punished.” “Yes Sir,” he was slamming her hard, trying to make her cum. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHH,” she exploded. Screaming. I quickly looked at his face, he was cumming too. My cock was throbbing in my hand, leaking pre-cum. But I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted to fuck my wife. His cock popped as he pulled it out of her pussy. She moaned again, and slid to the floor. “Shit bitch. I told you not to cum and you did anyway,” he looked disappointed, but I’m guessing he wasn’t really. “Your whore is sorry Sir. She couldn’t help herself,” Jane was still panting, a puddle was forming under her. “OK bitch. You’re going to be punished. I’ll be back tomorrow, same time. And I want to see that pussy shaved when I get here. You understand me? And, don’t bother wearing anything. I’ll want you naked.” Jane’s eyes widened again. “But, you said just this once and we’d be even.” His hands where on her cheeks again, pinching her face, his nose only inches from hers. “You’ll be punished bitch, and I’ll be back tomorrow night. Just remember, I’ve got you on tape, breaking the law.” Her head jerked when he let go. Her eyes looking down, her knees drawn up, it was a very quiet Jane that answered: “yes Sir. Your bitch will be ready for you.” “And, for giving me trouble, give your husband a nice blow job when he gets home from work. You listening to me? I want you to suck him off and swallow. Don’t tell him why. Just do it.” I liked that! My Wife's Black Master Ch. 03 I was sniffing the milk carton, trying to determine if it was still good, when Jane walked by me the next morning. She had a slight smile on her face and she was shaking her head, she thinks its funny when I do things like sniff the milk. Of course, she was completely dressed, covered from head to toe so that I couldn’t see the magic marker writing on her body. She was quiet, just giving me a brief kiss and telling me that she was going to go shopping before I went into the bedroom to get some sleep. As soon as I heard her leave the house I went into her sweater drawer. The slip of paper was right where she had left it the night before, and I quickly memorized the address before returning it to its hiding place. Since Saturday was still several days away, this would give me time for a scouting expedition. I wasn’t sure how she was going to get me to fuck her in the ass, and without letting me see the writing, but I couldn’t wait to find out. Just before my alarm clock would have gone off Jane kissed me awake. She was being very loving all of a sudden. There’s nothing like waking up, all warm with a nice morning hard-on, and being kissed and stroked by the woman you love. I was confused about my feelings. I love her, but I had become very turned on watching her the night before. And, I was very turned on by her submissiveness to Larry. It suddenly became clear to me: I wanted to be her Larry, her Master. But I had no idea how to make that happen. As we kissed I touched the dog collar around her neck, and drew back. “What’s this?” I asked. “Oh, just a little fashion statement. Very hip. Do you like it?” she lied. “Yes. I think I do,” I said, using the lope when the leash would be attached to pull her toward me. She smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed me very hard. I was thinking how interesting it was that she responded to that little bit of rough control so passionately. The room was in shadow. It was overcast and had started to rain. Jane must have thought that this was a good time to fulfill her commitment regarding her ass. I had slept naked, and Jane was now stroking a very hard cock. “Do you want to do something a little different?” she asked. “Something I’ve thought about doing before?” Normally I would have played with her a little, but with all the work up, I was in no mood to wait. “Sure,” I said. “What do you have in mind?” She was under the covers with me, still completely dressed. Rolling over on her side so that her back was to me, she pulled down the sweat pants she was wearing. Her ass was pressed against my cock under the covers so that I couldn’t see anything. “I put some lotion on my butt honey,” she whispered. “Would you make love to me there?” Her hand was on my cock, rubbing me on her ass as she asked. Just as she finished she pushed back and I felt my cock pop inside of her. A long “AAAHHH” escaped her lips as I sank inside of her. I started to move in and out of her, slowly at first. I ran my hand over her hips, toward her clit, only to find that her hand was already there, stroking her pussy as I fucked her. “Oh god honey. If I’d known how good this feels we’d have done it years ago,” she moaned. As we fucked, I pushed the blankets down a little, and watched as she tried to pull them back up. Picking up the pace, I fucked her ass harder and faster. Her moans were constant now, as her fingers flew over her clit in rhythm with my cock. With a loud moan I came in her ass, and she stopped touching herself immediately, obviously fighting off the impending orgasm. I ran my hand over her ass cheeks and between her legs as we caught our breath. “Honey,” I asked enjoying the moment. “What’s on your ass? It looks like black marks or something.” “Oh, its nothing,” she said much too fast. She jumped out of bed, my cock popping out of her ass, as she jerked her sweat pants back into place. Bending back to kiss me she said, “Thank you for doing that. I think I’d like to try that again sometime.” And I think she meant it. I stayed in bed for a few minutes after she left. I had been able to read the writing of course. It made everything much more exciting for me as I had fucked her. It took a long time for my hard-on to go down. I left early for work. Very early in fact, and drove to the address that Larry had given her. It turned out to be a semi-run down bar not all that far from the station. I parked and went inside. The bar was small; a half dozen guys were siting at the booths or at the bar. Two black guys and 4 white, so it was mixed, the bartender was black. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me funny and said, “Do I know you? You sound familiar.” I introduced myself to him and told him that I worked at the radio station, on the midnight shift. “Oh yeah!” he said. “That’s where I know your voice from. We have the station on here in the bar sometimes. Well, good to meet you. Let me buy you that beer.” I stayed for almost an hour talking to the bartender. I made sure that the subject got around to sex at least once. We had a couple of laughs; I wanted him to get the impression that I was OK. “So, Celine Dion walks into a bar, and the bartender says: ‘Hey, why the long face?’” He looked at me funny for a moment before starting to laugh. Probably shouldn’t give up my night job. By the time I left, we were good friends and I promised to come back. The next day Jane was going to be busy on a long planned community event, so I took the opportunity to drive to Los Angeles to visit a friend of mine. When I got to work that night I was exhausted. I also stopped by the bar again and spent time cementing my new friendship with the bartender. He asked me if I might be interested in a “special” show that they were doing in the bar on Saturday for selected clients. I told him what kind of show and he said, “a sexy one!” Naturally, I told him I was very interested. Jane was becoming increasingly withdrawn as the weekend neared. She was quiet and a little jumpy. I know that part of the problem was that she didn’t know how she was going to get out Saturday night with me at home. What she didn’t know was that I had already solved that problem for her. I also think she was nervous, wondering what the night would bring. There was more than a little excitement and anticipation in that nervousness, of course. We didn’t have sex again, and her mood would swing from one extreme to another. One minute very loving, the next cold and distant. I also hadn’t forgotten that she was bringing herself to the edge of orgasm twice a day and that Larry wasn’t allowing her cum. I did surprise her in the bathroom on Friday as she stood at the sink working on her face in the mirror. I was surprised, when I put my hand on her pussy from behind that she was sloppy wet and open. She moaned, grabbed the sink and lowered her head, her hips pumping against my hand for just a moment before she moved away from me. “Not now honey,” she said giving me a kiss. But her breath was ragged and her face flushed. Saturday morning I told Jane that I had to go to Los Angeles to see a friend of mine in the radio business, a friend she knows, and that I wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. I apologized for not telling her sooner, but that it was important. At first, I could see this look of relief on her face, and then she remembered herself and tried to act upset. She didn’t carry it off very well of course. I was at the bar more than an hour before Jane was due to arrive. When I walked in I saw Larry and the bartender watching the door and checking out each person. I waved and got a friendly greeting back. It was clear that my bartender buddy was vouching for me with Larry. This time I sat in a booth in the dark at the back of the bar. The red-haired barmaid came over, a dyke-looking woman, pretty with a nice figure, her hair cut in a man’s style, and an athletic walk. She got my order, and we talked for a minute. We’d talked before when I had been there, and since she’d been hearing my voice on the radio she thought she knew me better than she really did. The bar slowly filled with men, about ½ of them were white and the other ½ either Black or Hispanic. No women at all, except for the barmaid. Larry and the bartender kept a close watch on the door and somehow weren’t allowing anybody in that they didn’t want. At exactly 10:00 the door to the bar opened and Jane walked in wearing her new sundress. The bartending very quickly locked it behind her and put out the “closed” sign. Jane looked around the bar nervously, her eyes wide, before spotting Larry and walking directly to him. The men made way for her as she walked, they were very quiet, watching her breasts sway under her dress. She was wearing her dog collar, and when she stopped in front of Larry, her nervous shaking made the metal links move. She kept her head down the entire way not looking at anybody, and yet her excitement was obvious, at least to me. “Boys,” Larry said. “This is my new slut. Slut, get on your knees for your Master.” Jane glanced up at him, her eyes wide and her face growing redder before dropping to her knees on the dirty bar floor. Her hands at her side, her head down. Larry bent forward and snapped a leash onto her collar, a long one on a windup reel. “Stand up,” he ordered. We all watched as Jane quickly got to her feet. Turning Jane around so that she faced the crowd, Larry ordered her to take off her dress. The room was very quiet, but erupted in jeers as Jane’s dress hit the floor, revealing her to be completely naked underneath. Jane stood quietly as the men looked at her and talked among themselves. I could see that her nipples were hard, her chest was flushed, and her breathing was very rapid. She continued to look at the floor, refusing to meet anybody’s eyes. “I’m going to walk my slut-pet around the bar here for a while, on her leash,” Larry announced. “So that she can introduce herself to each of you. Please feel free to touch her if you want. But, no fucking or anything like that. Just a nice feel.” I knew that I had to be careful here. I was going to have to disappear into the restroom, or something, when they got close. But I decided to watch until I had to move. Jane walked from man to man saying, as Larry must have instructed her, “Hi, I’m Larry’s slave-slut.” She looked down, but she extended her hand to each man. They would all take her hand before touching her, running their hands over her breasts, her ass, between her legs. It was clear that Jane was very turned on, moving her hips and spreading her legs. I heard her moan more than once. Each time she did Larry would pull on the leash, and her head would jerk as he told her that she wasn’t allowed to enjoy herself that much. Jane would apologize and Larry would let the men continue what they were doing. At one point I caught sight of the barmaid watching with a mixed expression of disgust and lust on her face. That was right before I ducked into the restroom because Jane and Larry were too close to my booth. It was hard to take a piss even with all the beer I had been drinking, what with a hard-on and all. I didn’t come out of the restroom until I knew that Larry had moved my wife back toward the bar. I could hear the men around me talking about her. “Did you feel how wet her pussy was, man?” one said. “Christ yeah. Like putting your fingers into a bowl of warm oil,” I heard another reply. “I loved when she moaned, man. Like she was really liking it.” “And her tits, man. They’re perfect!” Larry was introducing Jane to the barmaid now. “Have you ever kissed a woman, slut?” he asked her. “No,” Jane replied glancing quickly at the barmaid before lowering her gaze once more to the floor. The barmaid had a slight smile on her face, her eyes wondering over my wife’s naked body. “Well,” Larry said. “It’s time for you to do that. Kiss her, bitch. Make it nice too.” My breathing stopped as Jane swallowed deeply and leaned forward touching her lips to those of the barmaid. The dyke barmaid had no patience with a nice little girl kiss from Jane; she grabbed Jane by the back of her head she kissed back, hard. Like the men, her hands were all over Jane’s body. First her tits, then between her legs, where they quickly went to work on my wife’s over stimulated clit. Jane broke the kiss to throw her head back, moaning loudly as she hunched down spreading her legs, trying to increase the contact with the barmaid’s fingers. “I think your slut likes this Larry,” the barmaid said as she pinched Jane’s nipple with her free hand. “Boys,” Larry announced. “I promised you a show tonight, and a show you’re going to get. You’re going to see my nice new whore, my new MARRIED whore, taste her first pussy tonight. How about that?” The guys were cheering as Jane looked first confused and then scared at the announcement. “You ready Linda?” he asked the barmaid. “Whenever you are Larry,” she replied. “Slut,” he said addressing Jane. “It’ll be much easier to eat Linda’s pussy if you get all her clothing off her first. Go ahead and strip her down.” “Yes Sir,” Jane replied looking even more nervous than before. Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned Linda’s blouse and bra exposing a small pair of pointy size A-cup breasts. She knelt to undo and pull off Linda’s jeans, the guys hooted and hollered as Linda’s bushy red-haired cunt was exposed. “OK,” Larry said. “Linda has agreed that ‘her’ boys get to direct the action tonight. What do you want to see my whore do to her first?” “Suck her tits!” someone yelled. “You heard him slut,” he said to Jane. “Suck her tits. Make her nipples nice and hard for us.” Linda stroked Jane’s hair as my wife made love to her tits. Sucking and stroking, licking and kissing, Jane was taking to the task. A number of instructions were shouted over the next hour. Jane licked and kissed Linda’s ass, she humped Linda’s foot with her pussy. She rubbed her beautiful breasts against Linda’s cunt, before finding herself between Linda’s thighs eating her first pussy. I would never have expected it of my wife, but Jane licked and sucked Linda’s cunt with obvious enthusiasm. Linda moaned, groaned, and ground her pussy against my wife’s mouth. Finally, she screamed in release, cumming hard as Jane sucked her clit, three fingers buried inside her. Jane sat up then, her face dripping with pussy juice, her own hand between her legs stoking herself. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing very ragged. “Don’t you be cumming, bitch” Larry ordered. “I’ll let you know when.” “Ah Larry,” Linda said. “You’re cruel,” as she replaced Jane’s fingers with her own. Jane was rapidly losing control as Linda worked on her pussy. “Please don’t make me cum. Oh god. Please. I can’t stand it. Larry!!” Jane moaned. I don’t think there was a single soft cock in the bar as we watched Jane explode in orgasm. Screaming and collapsing onto Linda, she came for what seemed like several minutes. Her orgasm continuing growing, subsiding, then growing again until, finally, she was silent, lying on the bar. “Oh slut,” Larry said. “I am so disappointed in you,” but he was smiling. “You’ll have to be punished now.” “Yes my Master,” Jane whispered. “Please punish me for disobeying you.” Larry pulled my naked wife out of the bar by her leash, carrying her dress for her, and I slipped out the back to my car. I followed Larry’s car as far back as I dared. There was somebody else driving, Larry and Jane were in the back. I saw her head pop up from time to time, but mostly I assumed she had her face in Larry’s lap. As I drove I stroked my hard cock. They drove into a parking lot where people could park and catch a bus. At that time of night it was mostly empty, and they pulled to the very back near some bushes and trees. I continued to the McDonald’s about 100 feet down the road where I parked and made my way back toward the parking lot through the trees. When I got there I was shocked at the sight of my wife, on her knees beside the car, naked, the leash attached to her collar and held by Larry, giving both men blow jobs. While Larry’s cock was very thick but not too long, the other black man’s cock was huge. Long and thick, the veins visible along with length, his balls hung in an enormous sack between his legs. Jane was gagging on the two cocks, going from one to the other, saliva dripping from her chin, as Larry instructed her take more down her throat. Jane had never seemed to like sucking my cock, but she was working hard on both of these with enthusiasm. I suffered another sock when I realized that Jane’s hand was buried between her thighs, feverishly stroking her cunt. Larry pulled on Jane’s leash, pulling her head off the other man’s enormous cock. “Do you like that, slut?” he asked. “Oh yes, Larry” she panted as she continued to stroke the hard cock she had been sucking just a moment before. “We’re both going to fuck you tonight Jane. You’re going to get both of our cocks at the same time. Do you want to know how?” he asked. “Oh god yes,” Jane was panting as she looked up at Larry’s face. “One of us is going to fuck you in the asshole, while the other fucks you in the pussy. Do you think you’ll like that, bitch?” he said. Jane’s hand flew from the cock to her mouth as she breathed in sharply. “Ohhhh..” escaped her lips. “You did say that your husband opened your asshole for you, didn’t you?” Larry asked. “Yes Master,” she whispered. “And, that you liked being fucked in the asshole?” he continued. “Yes I did, Master. I didn’t think I would, but I almost came while he did it.” I knew it! I knew she’d been close. “That’s to be your punishment. But If you happen to cum while we’re fucking you, that’ll be OK,” Larry told her. While this conversation had been going on, the other man had gotten a blanket out of the car and spread it on the parking lot. He was now laying on it, his immense cock sticking straight up in the air. “Get on that cock bitch,” Larry directed, pulling on Jane’s leash. Soon Jane had her knees on either side of the man’s hips and was lowering her pussy onto the head of his cock. The head itself was mammoth, almost as big as my fist. It was only because Jane was so wet and open that she was able to get it inside at all. I watched in awe as she slowly slid down on this large black cock, moaning the entire time, her head hanging forward, his large black hands stroking and pinching her tits. Jane had to pull on her pussy lips from time to time to make it easier for him to continue. I would not have believed that she could get the entire thing inside herself, but she did. It took a long time, but eventually that cock disappeared and Jane was siting on him. Her moans and groans never stopped, but only got louder. I’m not sure she was still aware of her surroundings, she seemed lost in what was happening. Soon she starting to push herself up and down on the cock, fucking herself and moaning louder. “Tell me how your cunt feels slut,” Larry directed her. “Ohhhhhh…so full….so stretched….god he’s huge…. my cuuunt… sooo gooood….” my wife moaned. As Larry bent forward to rub something on her asshole, Jane moaned even louder. I realized that I was holding my breath as Larry rubbed the head of his thick cock on her asshole. As he pushed inside, Jane screamed but didn’t try to pull away. Larry eased his cock into her ass very slowly while Jane held still and the man continued to fuck upward, into her pussy. He would stop from time to time to give Jane a moment to get used to being so full, before pushing further. Soon he was all the way inside and Jane was moaning again, louder than before. Her eyes had rolled back in her head as both men started to fuck her in unison. Their immense cocks fucking her as she tried to hold still. Drool was once again running down her chin, her mouth was hanging open as her moans grew louder. My Wife's Black Master Ch. 03 They continued to fuck her harder and faster until Jane suddenly erupted in an earth-shattering orgasm. Her screams could probably be heard for blocks. A long “AAAAAAAAAAAHHH… I’M CUUUUUUMMMMMINNNNGGG…. PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEE….. OOOHH” She was hunched forward, both cocks deep inside her, as both men started to cum. Her head snapped up, her eyes again wide but seeing nothing, her entire focus inside her cunt and asshole. ‘GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOODDDD YES… CUM INSIDE ME…. USE YOUR WHORE… CUUUMMMINGG AGAIN!!!‘ She passed out. Her body falling onto the man below her, and then rolling onto the blanket. She fell so that her legs were apart and I could see her pussy and asshole, still throbbing, cum boiling out of her. Both men stood looking at her, their cocks slowly softening, long strings of cum dripping from them. They smiled at each other before picking her up, blanket and all, and putting her into the back seat of the car. I sneaked away and returned to my car. I drove home as fast I could, parking out of sight I hid so that I could see the front of the house. A short time later Larry drove up. I watched as Jane, naked except for her collar, stepped out of the car directly under the street light in front of our house. “You took your punishment well slut. Your husband did a good job on your asshole. I guess you like that now?” “Oh yes Sir. I can’t believe how good it felt to be fucked in both my ass and my pussy at the same time. Especially by your thick black cock,” Jane was obviously still very turned on. I don’t think I’d ever heard her say the work “cock” before. “I think I’ll just keep this dress you stole. Now go ahead inside but remember: you’ll be playing with your slutty cunt again this week, twice a day, just like before, and no cumming. And remember to be back at that bar at 6:00 next Thursday,” Larry directed her. “I will Master, I promised” Jane assured him. She looked a lot more satisfied than she had the day before. “I might be coming around sometime this week, I don’t know yet. If I do it’ll be after midnight,” Larry continued. “I hope you enjoyed all those orgasms tonight slut. It’ll be awhile before you have any more,” Larry was smiling. “Yes Master. Your whore thanks you Master,” she smiled. I watched as the car drove off, and as Jane turned and walked slowly to our house completely naked, her thighs were shinny with her pussy juice and their cum. I don’t know if anybody saw her, I doubt it at that time of night, but still it was exciting. After she disappeared into the house I got up to leave, but before I had moved very far I noticed a package on the street, against the curb. It hadn’t been there before, so it must have fallen from Larry’s car, and nobody had noticed. Looking around carefully before going forward, I retrieved the package and retreated to my car. I slept in my car the rest of the night before coming home on Sunday afternoon. Oh yeah, the package. It contained $50,000 in $20’s and $10’s. My Wife's Black Master Ch. 04 Jane was up to greet me when I walked into the house Sunday afternoon. I could easily see the effect of the night before. She was walking slowly; her face was red from whisker-burn, her eyes were a little red looking. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me by the door. I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just shook her head and continued to hang on. She was sniffling a little, I think she may have been crying, but she wouldn’t let me see her face. Finally I was able to lift her head up to kiss her and her lips were hungry against my mouth. I could feel the emotions running through her. I think she was saying “good-bye,” but she didn’t want to go. I pulled her into the bedroom undressing her by the bed. She protested, she didn’t want me to see her as she knew she looked, but she lacked the strength to deny me. When she was naked I could see, even in the dark room, the marks on her body from the night before. Oh, nothing serious, some of the men had not been gentle and she had collected a hickey or two in the parking lot. I pretended not to noticed and laid beside her, both of us naked, holding each other. Kissing. I lightly ran my hand over her body, enjoying the sharp intake of her breath as I stroked her nipples. When my hand reached her pussy the hot-fluid feel of her surprised me. Her clit was swollen and very sensitive. I slowly kissed my way down her body. Once again she tried to stop me, but she seemed lethargic. As I spread her legs I heard her sigh. When my tongue touched her clit, as softly as I could touch it, she moaned. Her taste was incredible. A combination of her juices and cum from the night before. I’d never tasted this before, and I found it intoxicating. I very gently licked her pussy, marveling at her wetness and the long moans that were coming from her. She groaned loudest as I eased a finger into her very swollen pussy. Gently moving it inside her as I worked on her clit, I slowly urged her to orgasm. She didn’t want to cum, she had been ordered not to. She pushed my head away from her cunt, but I looked up at her saying, “I want you to cum for me Jean. I want to taste you as you cum.” She looked down at me, her breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. Her face red, she watched me as she pulled my face back to her clit. She watched me until she exploded in orgasm, crying my name as she came. We lay very still for a long time, my face resting on her thigh, as she slowly calmed down. Her fingers were in my hair, stroking me. I heard her whisper, “oh Jay. I would have done anything for you.” But I pretended not to hear as I slid up her body, leaving a trail for pre-cum on her thigh from my throbbing cock. I shuddered as Jane’s soft hand wrapped around me, stroking me. “Suck me Jane,” I whispered, pushing her downward. Jane moaned as I said, “I want to cum in your mouth.” She looked into my eyes, her eyelids half closed. She quickly slid downward, her mouth wrapping around my cock. I could hear her murmuring as she sucked and stroked me. I had never cum in her mouth, but she swallowed as I shot deep in her throat. It didn’t take long of course, after all I had seen the night before. The days pasted quickly. On Monday I drove to Los Angeles again, without telling Jane where I was going. On Tuesday I quit my job, again without telling Jane. The station decided to play my old shows for a few nights until they found a replacement; it’s not the type of organization to let someone hang around after they’d resigned. Afraid we’d steal all the CDs I suppose. Tuesday and Wednesday night I pretended to go to work while watching the house in case Larry came over, but nothing happened. On Thursday Jane told me that she was going to go shopping, and then to a movie with a friend. That she probably wouldn’t be home by the time I went to work. Of course, she didn’t know that I wasn’t going into work, at least not that at that station, again. Traffic was awful, and I arrived at the bar a little after 6:00. I was afraid that the door would be locked and that I wouldn’t be able to get in. Fortunately, the door was still open, although my bartender friend was just getting ready to put out the “closed” sign. The money was safely put away in my car. I wasn’t sure how the evening was going to end, but I wanted it close. The clientele in the bar was completely different than the last time. An odd mixture of bikers, well dressed Yuppies, an older gentlemen, and even a well dressed Arab with several other men that looked like assistants. I took my usual booth in the back and looked around, Jane was not visible, nor were any other women including the barmaid. Larry wasn’t even visible, but a stage had been erected along one wall, near the door to what I assumed was the office. It was almost two hours later that Larry came out of the office door and climbed onto the stage. “Can I have your attention!” he shouted over the noise of the crowd. As people quieted down Larry spoke again. “I know that you’re all here for the slave auction,” he said, and I felt my heart thumped in my chest and a strange sick feeling rose in my stomach. “We have 5 beautiful slaves for you to bid on tonight. But before I bring them out, I want to go over the rules,” there was some cheering and jeering at that announcement, mostly from the bikers. “OK. Rule 1. All purchases are for cash. There’s no credit available,” he announced. “Rule 2. All sales are final. You buy the slave she’s yours. You can do anything you want with her, but you can’t get a refund,” he looked around the room to make sure everybody understood, and my heart beat even faster. “Now, the girls have all been told of these rules and they understand that they’re being sold tonight, permanently. That they will belong to a new owner in just a little while,” the bikers cheered again at that announcement. “Rule 3. You can touch and inspect the merchandise, but they’ll be no fucking or sucking before their sold. After, you can do whatever you like,” the bikers cheered at that. The Arab looked bored by the whole thing. “If you’re ready, let’s bring our slaves out,” he turned toward the door as the bartender opened it and 5 nearly naked women walked out and onto the stage. Jane was the last one. All were dressed in next to nothing; lingerie, bikini, stripper-type clothing. All 5 were beautiful, Jane was the only brunette, three were blonde, one a redhead, and all between the ages of 20 and 25. Each wore a collar around the neck, and a long chain strung through the collar hoops connected all the collars. It was with a shock that I realized that all of the women, including Jane, had pierced nipples. She hadn’t had them this morning, and yet, here she was with rings through both of her nipples and a chain connecting them. Each of the women had the same piercings and chains. But Jane also had a chain running down her body connected to what looked like a ring through her pussy, somehow. Jane looked miserable. Her eyes were downcast, her face was blotchy, and her eyes were swollen like she had been crying. Her breathing was ragged, catching in her throat. There was no one expression on the faces of the other girls, one looked like Jane, two had no expression at all, just looking out at the crowd with blank faces, one was smiling. “I’m going to have the girls introduce themselves one at a time,” Larry announced, “and tell you who their former owner was.” He pointed to the first girl, the one smiling. “I’m Sally,” she said brightly. “I was owned by Ali,” she pointed toward the Arab, who smiled and waved at the crowd. The next, the redhead, stepped forward. “I’m Liz,” as the light hit her body you could see that she was heavily tattooed, her eyes showed no expression. “I belonged to the ‘Bike Devils,’” the bikers cheered loudly at that. The blonde with the swollen eyes was next. “My name is Carol, and I used to be the loving slave of Carl,” she pointed at one the older gentleman who ignored her. Finally it was Jane’s turn. “Jane…my name is Jane. I thought I belonged to Larry,” tears were running down her cheeks as she looked at him. Smiling at her he reached forward and pulled on the chain running down Jane’s body to her pussy. This caused the chain connecting her nipple to tighten and pull, stretching her nipples. It also caused her clit hood to be pulled up, exposing her erect clit. Jane moaned as he did this, and moaned louder as he pulled and released the chain several times, almost like he was masturbating her with it. “OK. You can come forward and inspect the merchandise,” Larry announced. As the men moved toward the stage, I moved to the door that was guarded by the bartender. I explained to him that my money was in my car and asked if I could get it and come back in. He told me that he’d have to go with me, so both of us walked outside. I took the duffel bag out of my trunk, the one that now contained the counted and rewrapped $50,000, and we walked back inside the club. I know that Larry had been up and down our street, driving slowly. He’s also called Jane during the week to ask if she’d seen a package fall out of his car. He clearly had no idea where it had gone. The stage was crowded with men touching and inspecting each of the girls, they were obviously enjoying themselves. I overheard one of the Yuppies as I sat down, “I’m not all that interested in the brunette on the end,” he said meaning Jane. “But did you feel her pussy? That’s as wet a cunt as I’ve ever felt, but she’s still crying.” His friend laughed as he said, “She really liked having that chain tugged on. I thought she was going to cum when I pulled it up and played with her clit at the same time.” The bidding started with the perky Sally. Before starting, the girl to be bid on was ordered to strip and turn so that the entire crowd could see them. Sally had a great body, and the smile never left her face. Larry directed her to make one statement before the bidding began. Sally said, “I enjoy being a slave, and I promise to make my new owner very happy.” The bidding was intense, by the time it was finished the bikers had paid more than I had available for Sally. She was still smiling as one of them made his way to the bartender to pay, but her eyes looked fearful. I don’t think she’d be quite so perky the next time she was auctioned. Next was Liz, the red-haired biker girl. She stripped, revealing even more tattoos and piercings. Her statement was that she loved to fuck and suck, her expression never changed. It did change after the winning Yuppie led her off the stage. He hadn’t paid very much, the bikers and the Arab weren’t interested, even through the older gentleman bid it wasn’t much, just for show I think. I watched as they stood near my booth and he tied her arms behind her naked back. She smiled then. Carol was next. Her eyes were still swollen and she kept trying to get Carl to look at her, but he didn’t look up as she was auctioned off. Her body was fantastic, her statement was that she was a loyal slave, and would do anything, anything at all that her Master wanted. The bidding for Carol was the most intense of the first three. When it was over the Arab had won her, again paying far more than I could afford. She didn’t look at Carl again, concentrating on her new owner she knelt before him. The fourth girl was by far the most spectacular looking. A tall leggy blonde with fantastic breasts, she looked like a magazine model. After she stripped, the crowd was stunned into silence. Her face was expressionless, which just seemed to add to her appeal. She was a natural blonde; her pussy was unshaved, but so lightly furred that her pink slit was clearly visible. “I love to be used,” she said. “I’m a slut, and I want to be your slave. I need to be told what to do by my Master. I want to be treated roughly and humiliated.” The men went wild. The bidding was fantastic, everybody bid but me, the bikers pooling all their money, the Arab counting his available cash. The Yuppies first biding against each other, then joining forces so that they had more money to bid with. The winner was the older gentleman who used all the cash paid for his slave, plus a great deal more. I suspected that the blonde would be back soon, and would bring even more the next time. Jane was last. Most of the money was spent, so not much attention was paid as she started to strip, that changed somewhat as her body was revealed. Jane’s eyes were looking down the entire time, but her upper chest was flushed. Her eyes were swollen and she was still crying, but a thin trickle of juice ran from her pussy to her knee. “I’m a submissive slut,” she said. “I…. I… I…,” she was choking trying to get the next out. “I need to be humiliated and used as a whore. I’ll serve my new Master well.” Jane didn’t look up during the bidding. It wasn’t very intense. She was lost in her own world I think, she didn’t even look up as I bid for her. She gave no indication of having heard my voice. When I won, I paid the bartender a small part of the $50,000 and walked up to her. It was only when I pulled the chain connected to her collar that she looked up, her eyes flew open and she stammered, “but how?” “Shut up whore,” I said. “I’ll tell you when to talk, you’re my slut now. I bought your slut ass.” I looked at her very seriously, no smile on my face. I looked her directly in the eye and the look of amazement drained from her face, replace with a look of intense lust. “Yes Master,” she said. “I am your slave,” and she lowered herself to her knees, her head down. She suddenly sprang forward to hug my leg, kissing downward until she was kissing my shoe. The few men that were watching laughed at that. I could hear Larry loudest of all. The bikers were having a party with their new slave as I pulled Jane to her feet by the lease. The perky blonde was spread on a table being fucked by one biker as another feed his cock to her month. One of the bikers was inviting every man in the bar to have a turn with her, and they were lining up. A continuous moan was coming from the girl; it was going to be a very long night for her. The slave that had been purchased by the Arab was under his table sucking his cock while her new Master talked on his cell phone. The former biker chick was bent over the booth I had been sitting in. Her Yuppie owner was whipping her ass with her chain while she moaned and begged him to use her harder. That was one new relationship that seemed to already be a success. The tall blonde was sitting next to Carl, her new older Master, drinking from a tall glass. She looked bored, watching the bikers as he talked to her, only looking at him when he touched her breasts or thighs. I pulled Jane out of the bar by her leash, still naked, to our car. I had her stand naked on the sidewalk as I got into the drivers’ side. Pulling on her leash through the window, I directed her to crawl into the passenger seat. She started to talk as I soon as she was inside but I immediately shut her up. “I was serious in there, cunt,” I said looking into her eyes from only inches away. “I fucking paid for you, you are my slave. If you don’t like it we’ll go right back in there and I’ll give you away free to those bikers. Do you understand?” I was very serious, and she could see it. “Yes Master,” she said. “I understand.” She wasn’t crying anymore. I ran my finger up her thigh, picking up as much of her pussy juice as I could. I put my wet finger in front of her lips. “Lick it slut,” I ordered. Her tongue came out as she continued to look at me; she pulled away once to look at my finger as she recognized the taste. She quickly went back to licking, with more enthusiasm. “I know what you are Jane,” I said. “I’ve been watching you. You’re a whore, a needy cum slut. Even though you were scared in there, you were still dripping your whore pussy juice because you were so excited. Well, you’re mine now, and I mean that. You’ll do exactly as I say, and you’ll serve me any way I want. And, you’ll serve anybody I order you to serve. Because you’re my whore,” as I said this her mouth engulfed my finger, sucking her pussy juice, moaning her agreement. “Tell me about the piercing, Jane,” I ordered as we pulled away from the bar. “Oh Master. It was awful and,” she looked down, her face become redder, “it was wonderful too.” “They pierced all the girl’s nipples Master. Well, except for the second one, Liz. She was already pierced. They said it was how you could tell that a slave had been auctioned there. That was the mark. They used a vice-like thing to hold our breasts as they did it. I was crying so hard from being told I was going to be sold, and also from the pain, that Larry order me to lay on my back on the desk. “My nipples really only hurt for a couple of seconds. But once I was on my back, he told the man who was doing the piercing to do my clit-hood. That really hurt at first Master. But when he was done, he was so excited that Larry let him fuck me while I was on the desk. At first my clit was sensitive as he fucked me, but after a while it started to feel really good. “I’m sorry Master. I’m just a slave and a whore. I almost came as the man fucked me but I had been ordered not to. So I didn’t. Larry wouldn’t let him cum inside me, he said it would just make me harder to sell, so he ordered Liz to suck him off. “Oh Master. It felt so good when the men were pulling on my chain. The tug on my nipples and my clit was almost more than I could stand.” When we arrived at the hotel I parked in the back so that my car wouldn’t be visible from the street. I pulled Jane from the car by her leash and told her to stay on her hands and knees as I walked her, like a bitch in heat, into the room. Her breasts swayed with every movement of her body as she crawled over the concrete car barrier and up onto the sidewalk in from the door, the chains on her nipples and clit dragging on the ground. I had purposely parked a little bit away from the room, by the time we arrived she was panting. I sat on the bed as she stayed on the floor, looking up at me. I was holding the leash in my hand as I addressed her. “Here are the rules slut,” I started. “You belong to me, I am your new Master. Do you understand that?” “Yes Master,” her eyes were bright. “You will wear what I tell you to wear, you will fuck whom I tell you to fuck, you will cum when I tell you to cum. Is that clear?” “Oh yes Master,” she was panting now, enjoying her humiliation. “We’re leaving this town tomorrow,” I continued. Her eyes opened very wide in surprise. “I’ve taken a new job in Los Angeles. We won’t be going back to the house, I’ve got enough money to replace the small amount of shit that we’ll be leaving there,” she was listening very carefully to every word. “I’ll be picking out your new clothing, which won’t be much since you won’t be wearing bras or panties anytime soon. But you always be wearing your new dog collar, and the chains,” as I said this I strapped a new leather collar around her neck, removed the metal one, and reconnected the leash. “Now, ‘bitch-formerly-known-as-Jane.’ Tell your Master what you are,” I jerked on her chain. “I’m my Master’s slut,” she said panting again. “His whore, his property his slave, his cunt. I belong to him and he can do whatever he wants with me.” Then she continued, just under her breath, “and I love him.”