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Malcolm

By: doormouse



I'm not a simple man, though I've been called that, and endless other names throughout my life. Children have always run away crying for their parents when I approach. I've even been hit with umbrellas and handbags by some of the mothers. I guess they're just frightened of my appearance, even though Mum always said I was 'special' when I'd asked her if I was ugly.

It took me years to accept that I was different to the other kids. They all had two eyes, two arms, two legs. Me on the other hand, had fingers and toes attached to stumps which made it difficult to walk at times, and one eye a bit lower set than the other. I couldn't ride a bike, or run; I'd always be sitting and watching the kids play from my special spot in the bushes. The other kids didn't want me to play with them anyway, so I'd spend my time with my little insect friends. We had some good times. They didn't normally live very long, so I was always making new friends. I had a spider friend once. He tried to bite me when I took two of his legs off. I guess he didn't like that very much, but it was funny to see him running around in circles the way he did. I don't like when I get hurt, so I had to teach my spider friend a lesson for trying to hurt me. I was going to smack him, but I knew he'd try to bite me again. I was only going to scare him, so he'd learn, but the squishing noise that came from under that rock told me that he'd never try to hurt me ever again.

Thankfully, as I grew older, my stumps grew too. Sure they didn't quite look like other people's arms and legs, but at least I could wear normal clothes. The lump on my shoulder got in the way most of the time, so Mum started cutting a hole in the right shoulder of all my tops. In Winter she'd buy me large sized sweaters so I wouldn't get too cold having a hole in my shirt. 

Mum was a good woman. Even after my father died, she never left my side. I never told her why I hid in my closet the morning Dad died. She wouldn't have understood, and I hated when she got angry. I knew Dad liked to shave after his bath, and I knew he was running late. That's why I helped him. He didn't appreciate my help though, he just kept yelling 'No!' before I put the electric razor in the tub. I didn't like when he got angry either, but he didn't stay that way for long. He went really quiet when the razor went into the water. It made a big splash. I still remember the bubbles flying up into the air. I would have stayed to play with them, but Mum was running up the hall so I went to my closet instead.

I can't remember how long I stayed in the cupboard, but I remember coming out when I heard Mum calling my name. She said we were going for a little drive. Mum wouldn't tell me where we were going, she just said it would be a surprise. We never went outside anymore. Not since I'd grown too big to be seen wearing a diaper, so I was really excited. When we got to the woods, she turned off the engine and told me to go and play for a while. 

The woods was such a pretty place. I ran straight to a big orange butterfly that was fluttering its pretty wings as it flew. Butterflies had always been my favorite friends. I loved the way their little legs would tickle my fingers as I held onto their wings. They're messy things though. That day, I got so angry. I'd only been playing with the butterfly for a short while, when I pulled one of his wings off and he got his goo all over my fingers. I think Mum got angry with the butterfly for doing that too, because she tried to shoot him. She missed him and hit me instead, which got me even madder. I tossed that butterfly and looked at the blood coming from my hand. I don't like when I get hurt.

Mum had this strange look on her face when I'd started to chase her. I only wanted to teach her a lesson for hurting me, but I don't think she understood. She ran so fast, it took me a while before I finally caught her. It was fun playing with Mum like that. When I did catch her, I pinned her down. She started slapping me, which hurt, so she really needed a good lesson. I picked her up by the shoulders and banged her head up and down on the ground. I kept telling her that I didn't like things hurting me and that she shouldn't do it again. When I got her blood on me I got really mad. I picked Mum up from the ground and threw her in the car. I think that's when her neck snapped. Now that I recall, her head did go on a funny angle when it hit the side of the car's roof. Her arms were all floppy, so I had to get some rope from the trunk and tie them on the steering wheel. Because her head was all lop-sided, I had to put some around her neck too and tied it to the back of the car seat.

It took me hours to push the car back home. Thankfully, it was dark when I untied Mum and carried her inside the house. I don't think the neighbors would have said much if they'd seen me carry Mum. They were used to seeing her staggering around, so if anybody had asked, I would have just told them she was drunk. Dad once told me that she started drinking when I was born, which I'd thought was strange. I never asked him why. I was tired from pushing the car, so I just left Mum on the kitchen floor so she wouldn't bloody the carpet, and went to bed.

In the morning, I picked her up and sat her at the kitchen table. The back of her head was pretty messy, so I took out the roll of cling wrap and wrapped it around to keep all the bits inside. It mushed her hair, but I thought if I put a nice hat on her head you'd never see it. Mum liked to read, so I took her into the lounge and sat her in the rocker. She was a big Stephen King fan, so I took down her favorite book and sat it on her lap. Her head still looked floppy, and I had to fix it.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a broom from the closet. After breaking the handle in half over my knee, I went back to the lounge. I tilted her head back, and worked the broom handle down her throat. It took a bit of pushing to get it all the way in, but I managed to get it in when I stood on the chair and used my body weight to push it hard. Once her mouth was closed, she looked better. Her throat bulged a bit, but at least her head was sitting up straight.

There was a family that had just moved in down the street. They had a daughter Missy, who looked around eighteen I guess, pretty little thing. She had hair the color of the morning sun that went half way down her back. She must have had a thing about people touching her hair, because every time I tried to touch it, she'd scream. Her sparkling blue eyes would open wide whenever she saw me. I think she had a crush on me, because she would always run inside when I went near her. Shy, I guess. 

It was a beautiful Summer day when I noticed her parents pulling out of their driveway. I knew Missy was alone, and would probably be lonely, so I went over to keep her company. She didn't answer the door when I knocked, so I went around the back. The rear door was unlocked, so rather than having Missy come all the way downstairs to answer my knock, I thought I'd save her the trouble and let myself in. The shower was running upstairs, and I could hear Missy singing. She had a lovely sweet voice. I climbed the stairs so I could hear her better. 

Missy was getting out from the shower when I entered the bathroom. Gee, she had a loud scream. I wished she'd been singing that loud, so I didn't have to go upstairs to hear her. She started slapping at me, screaming and yelling at me to get out. I held up my hand to thwart off her attack, but knew she had to be taught a lesson. I don't like when I get hurt. I went to grab her, but she slipped on a puddle of water at her feet. She wasn't very bright I guess, Mum always made me put a towel on the floor when I washed. When she fell, arms and legs flailing, her head made a loud crack sound as it hit the floor. She didn't look that pretty with all that blood and stuff oozing out of her head. She was making me sick, so I left.

Dad was still in the bath. He was starting to look all shriveled up so I pulled him out of the water and dried him off. Seeing as Mum was dressed so nicely in her best hat and all, I grabbed some of Dad's nice trousers and a shirt from the cupboard and dressed him. Mum was going to be impressed. When I took him down to the lounge, I'm sure I saw a sparkle in Mum's eyes.

It was during Missy's funeral, that I just had this urge to see her, so I opened the coffin. It was sure hard to jimmy that crowbar as the casket was lowered, but I managed. Her mother didn't seem very happy, I thought she'd be pleased to see her daughter one last time. Missy looked so pretty once they washed all that blood and gunk out of her hair, and stitched up the big gash in the back of her head.

It was the day after the funeral that I decided it was time for Mum and Dad to meet her. They didn't know I had a girlfriend, and I was sure they'd be pleased. I had to wait for it to get dark incase others got jealous, to get her out of that hole. The soil hadn't been pressed yet, so it was fairly easy to dig. I'm glad her parents had thought to have Missy nicely dressed, because this was such a special occasion. It took me a while too, to unpick the stitches in her eyelids. Why they stitched them closed, I'll never understand. It was a bit hard to tell what was fiber, what was her eyelashes, so she ended up looking a bit like a plucked chicken; around her eyes anyway. I still thought she looked pretty as a button.

I sat Missy down at the kitchen table after I'd introduced her to Mum and Dad. I could tell they were happy for me. They both had a stunned look on their face, as though they couldn't believe I'd bought home a looker like my Missy. Mum's throat was looking a bit swollen, so I checked the broom handle. Sure enough, once I'd sat her upright, that sucker was starting to work its way back out. I had to get the long handled screwdriver and hammer and give it a few good whacks to get it back in place, but I finally got there. I think everyone was a little nervous at dinner, because I'm the only one that ate. I hoped it wasn't my cooking, but nobody said anything.

I could tell by the look in Missy's eyes that she was horny. She had one eye looking at me, the other one sort of drooped, but her message was unmistakable. I made our excuses from the table as I led her out the door. Mum and Dad just seemed to stare as we left, I think they were still stunned I'd landed myself such a babe. Some of the hair on the back of Missy's head was missing from where they'd placed the stitches, so I rested my hand on her head as though I was leading her out. I didn't want Mum and Dad seeing that, not during dinner time anyway.

I guess Missy was a little nervous, because her legs seemed to stiffen as I led her toward my bedroom. Her feet just kind of dragged along the carpet behind us, but I helped her. It was kind of like our honeymoon, minus the wedding and the holiday, so I was going to make it special. I gave her the dry side of the bed as I laid her down. Luckily, I'd seen Mum and Uncle Ben do things in the bedroom when Dad was out, so I had a fair idea what had to be done. 

I unbuttoned her pretty frock and started squeezing hard at her breasts. My other hand was between her thighs, rubbing where her legs met her body. I kept whispering things like, 'Oh baby' and 'Oo yes'. This seemed to get a response as Missy's body expelled a loud gush of air. Not quite the response Uncle Ben got from Mum, but I didn't let it discourage me. I'd seen my uncle take his dick in his hand and guide it between Mum's legs, so I did the same. Since I'd given up wearing diapers, I didn't have to worry about undressing. Not sure where I was actually guiding my hard missile to, I rubbed in the center, and started raising my butt as I'd seen Uncle Ben do, and hoped I was doing it right. 

I was sure I was, because as I lowered my body against Missy's, I heard her expel another loud rush of air. I got so excited, that I'd felt my dick doing strange things. I thought I was dying when my dick started spewing this thick white cream. I think Missy thought I was dying too, because one of her eyes had closed and the other just stared at me in shock. I did as my Uncle Ben did, and wiped my dick on the sheets before leaving the room. Boy, that was sure a night to remember. 

Missy and me lived a happy life with Mum and Dad. They seemed happy for us, and never said a word when we disappeared to my bedroom. Dad was starting to look a little sick, as was Mum. The broom handle seemed to protrude from her neck more and more each day. Mum, Dad and Missy had all taken on a jaundice appearance, if green flaky skin is a symptom.

I'm sure it was Mrs.Crabapple from next door that reported the smell emanating from the house. Sure, I admit, some days I had to open windows to breathe, but I just thought it was coming from the basement where I kept my collection of stray animals.

I saw Missy's mother today. She was in the court room along with Missy's father. They both stared at me in wonder. I guess they just appreciated that I'd taken such good care of their daughter, but they sure had a strange way of showing their gratitude! Her father spat in my face, so maybe I hadn't wiped my mouth as well as I'd thought after dinner. I remember Mum doing that when I was young. She'd spit on the hanky though, then rub it onto my cheeks. Like the bathmat episode causing Missy's fall, I guess they did things different in that family.

I've made a few friends in here. Though the cell is small, I still get the odd six legged visitor. I have a new spider friend too. I pulled his legs off today so he can't try to chase me like my old spider friend had done in school. One of my other friends lives here; she's a small gray mouse with a limp. I'm not used to friends with fur, they used to get locked in the basement, but there's no basement here. 

The doctor is coming, I can hear his footsteps echoing in the corridor. He hurts me with his needles. I don't like when I get hurt...

Malcolm Hit the Low



This is a story of an arrogant racist, a nasty man, being shown the error of his ways, in ways he didn't like, at first. But he accepted the life and embraced it. 

***** 

Malcolm Thomas knew he had over stepped the mark, and now he was paying the price. He was in the rear bedroom of the country house they had been given the use of. He hadn't known it was a set up, but he knew now! 

He was on his back, hands and feet tied to each corner of the bed he was on. He wasn't gagged or blindfolded, there was no need for him to be so. His voice was hoarse now, nothing but a whisper, for all the screaming, death threats and calls for help at the top of his voice had gone unheard, why? Because the room he was in had been especially sound proofed for this very reason. 

He wasn't uncomfortable, his captor had made sure of that, and while his binds were impossible to get free from, his blood flow had not been restricted. He had been in this position for nearly two days, his owner, for that was how he referred to himself, had entered the room twice to see to his needs, even retying the bonds so that Malcolm could use the bathroom in the corner. 

There was never any hope of escape, he knew that by now. He just hoped they would get out alive, or at least he would. His owner even gave him some throat medicine because of the soreness he felt. He gave him water, fruit if he wanted it. He had pleaded, cajoled, and promised him the earth if he set him free. His owner had smiled and told him. 

"When I'm finished Malcy," he called him that because he knew he hated it, "You will be a free man, don't you worry your little head." 

Malcolm abused him even more as he had left the room, his owner just smiled. 

"And you don't own me you black bastard, no one owns me I'll get you for this!" he whispered hoarsely as the man left. 

But before he did, his 'owner' pointed to himself, and mouthed the words, "Oh but I do!" and tittered. 

Malcolm Thomas was the twenty eight year old new owner of a reasonably large betting shop chain. His father had started it with his best friend Hugo James. It had grown over the years and was very successful, it became even more successful when Malcolm and Hugo's son entered into it. 

The fathers started taking a back seat as the business grew, but three years later Malcolm's father had suddenly died. Hugo wasn't the business man his partner had been, but he was the greatest front man ever, he knew all the regulars in all their shops and they loved him, so they spent their money there. 

But Malcolm was a business man, and he began to set things up so he appeared as the head of the business. He also started siphoning money off, and began illegal dealings. To cut a long story short, he out manoeuvred Hugo and his son at every turn, to where suddenly he was the legal owner of the business. After a legal battle the judge came down on Malcolm's side, and the business was dissolved, renamed and Malcolm was the sole owner of it. 

Hugo had his own money made from the thirty odd years in the business, and was generous to his son. He felt nothing but pity for his friend's boy, and wondered what his father would say about him. His own son hated him. And when the dust had settled, he began to look for revenge, he wouldn't physically hurt Malcolm. He wasn't that kind of man. But Malcolm had always treated him as strictly second class, he never said it openly. But it was, he believed because he was black. This was born out by the gradual reduction, and to the point of, where black people were no longer employed in the business. 

Richard, Malcolm's no longer partner saw one opportunity that would tear him apart if he got away with his idea. It was his young wife of three months. Gina was an extremely beautiful blond, she was tall, almost six feet, a model of the catwalk but had given it up on the promise of marriage to Malcolm. 

Whilst she had been a model she had scaled back her weight to a zero, it was what they demanded. But Gina knew it was not for her, she took the money, married Malcom, and ran. Now she was a healthy beaming 130lbs. She really was the girl from Iponema, blond or not, slender, sexy and completely captivating. 

Yet in the months leading to her marriage, and the three after it, she saw in Malcolm someone she hadn't known, or seen, and she cared for it less. Her marriage was already heading for the rocks. Gina was a perfect girl, not only to the eye of the beholder, but Gina was a genuinely nice lady. She hated those who belittled others, those who pretended to be something they were not. Those who cheated others. And above all, those who were unkind to their fellow men, or women, and especially animals. 

Sadly her husband was quickly filling up her 'I hate those kind of people book!' She had met Richard many times and liked him, but only as a friend, nothing else. And her new husband had made it clear that he didn't want her to even associate with 'people like that!' She remonstrated with him about his attitude, and he had gone right off the deep end and almost slapped her. 

Now a business acquaintance had offered them the use of his country dwelling free of charge after Malcolm had put some business his way. He hadn't known that the business in question had been for Richard, whom the man doted on. Hugo James had been the man that had set him on his way. He was an uncle to Ricky as he used to call him when he was a boy. 

And so here Malcolm was, or rather, here they were. The door closed and Malcolm's eyes returned to the huge HD TV screen on the wall opposite the bed he was tied to and naked on. The screen was of the front master bedroom, there were several cameras in there. Malcolm new by heart now how many because of the angles that were displayed, there were six. 

The first time he had seen the pictures on it were as he saw the door to the bedroom open, how 'his owner' managed that he didn't know. Then it cut to the window where he poured himself a glass of water, he drank, poured another and approached the bed. And there, semi naked was his wife of three months, he offered her the glass and she took it from him and sipped. 

She looked gorgeous, her eyes were blue magnets, her full lipped mouth so enticing. But around her left wrist was cuff, it was cloth and he knew it didn't hurt her, attached to that was long piece of what looked like steel wire. This was fixed into the wall at the side of the bed, he knew it was long enough to allow her freedom of movement, he had seen her on her feet many times. 

The cameras were not visible on his screen, so they must be miniatures, and Gina gave no indication she knew they were there. So she couldn't have known, not judging by events he had seen on his TV. Now Richard moved to the bed and got on it, he looked at Malcolm's wife, leaned forward and kissed her. 

Gina allowed herself to lay back on her pillow and Richard moved in, how many times had Malcolm seen this? he raged in his room. He fucking hated Richard right now, not only for seducing his wife, but for making him watch on the TV, something he could not bring himself not to watch. But mostly he hated him because he had, and was, humiliating him beyond the extreme. 

He saw Gina help him undress though hot soft kisses, he saw her caress his fit tight black skinned body, her fingers seeking him out, he heard the soft moans from the set speakers in the TV, it was surround sound, all around him. It was of lovers as they made their way to the final act. 

He watched in fascinated horror as Gina rolled Richard on to his back, to kiss her way down his neck, chest, and stomach and on to her prize! The thick dark erection caused by her, his cock head big and round, like missile leaving its silo. It was darkly angry, the purple mass at the top. Until he saw Gina take him and began to fellate her black Adonis. 

Her opinion of him had changed out of all recognition, Richard had called her one day, asked her if she would meet with him, he wanted to explain things to her about Malcolm. Her interest was piqued, and she did. She went to his home, and there Richard, armed with all the evidence he had collected through friends, investigators, and hurt business colleagues, papers, affidavits, solicitors letters, and photos. 

He showed her the true Malcom, Gina was devastated, but in the end she believed Richard fully. She knew it wasn't a mission to destroy the business, it was to force Malcolm to see the errors of his ways. She did some digging of her own then, and she too uncovered deeds by her husband that were not conducive to a moral way of life. 

So here she was, voluntarily Richards helpless captive, she was fastened to the wall by an unbreakable wire, and they had let Malcolm see her being forced into sex by her black attacker. But it was all choreographed for him. And Richard had been taken in. 

When they had arrived at the house, it was all set and systems were go! They hadn't been in for more than an hour when Malcolm fell to sleep. When he woke up after his 'nap' he didn't know where he was, then he found out he was tied to the bed. He had shouted and bellowed for an hour until his voice started to fail him. 

It was another hour before the door opened and in walked Richard, now Malcolm knew something was afoot. He ordered the black bastard to let him go, "if you have hurt Gina, I'll fucking kill you, you worthless cunt!" 

"Malcolm you should calm down, you will not be harmed, except for your pride that is," he told him. 

"Is this because I out did you, took the business from you and your fucking family, your father!" he tried to roar. In the main bedroom Gina was listening to it all. Richard had told her that if her husband denied everything, and not admit to his misdeeds, he would let him go immediately. 

Gina had heard him admit his dastardly ways. She knew for certain now her husband was the bad man Richard had told her of. And she knew he was history from this very minute. But like any plan of revenge, it had to be sweet, not physically painful. 

It would be sweet for her, because Malcolm would never dare admit any of this, after all, it was all on camera wasn't it? There was a camera in his room, but Richard had not activated it yet. It was on the wall above Malcolm's head, catching the screen and overlooking on to him as he lay there all tied up. 

"Now Malcy, you won't like this, but," he said, "I own you now, you belong to me." 

"Where the fuck do you get off calling me Malcy, you stupid black bastard!" he yelled. "People like you should be calling me sir you cunt!" Gina had heard enough, she turned the sound off and waited. 

"I'll be showing you why in a few minutes Malcy, don't go away will you?" he laughed and left the room, but not before he hit the remote for the TV on the wall. 

"Fuck of you fucking coward, you'll see, just you wait." The door closed. He began shouting and screaming again, but soon had to stop. 

The screen flickered to life and he saw the master suite bedroom with its huge king sized bed. And on it was Gina, she was sat with her legs under her, she was in what looked like a nightie, he thought. "God isn't she just so fucking gorgeous," his cock twitched as he looked at her. 

Her hair was down around her shoulders, her makeup was perfect, she was perfect. He didn't see the cuff on her wrist or the wire. He saw her stiffen, then Richard appeared. 

"What is he doing in our bedroom?" he thought to himself, then he knew, or thought he knew. "Get out you bastard, leave her alone!" he yelled. 

He saw Gina recoil, but she never tried to runaway, then he saw why, he saw the cuff, and then the wire. She was trapped, just as he was, unable to get away. Richard sauntered to the side of the bed, the camera switched to one from the side. It afforded a perfect view of Gina and him. 

Gina tried to scramble away but never got very far, Richard climbed on and simply claimed her. She was as tall as him, but nowhere near as fit, strong or powerful, she had no chance, he just wrapped her up in his arms. He saw her turn her face away as he tried to kiss her, he got her neck and shoulder instead. 

He was smiling at her, she tried to resist but he just went straight by them. There was room for her to struggle but not enough when he trapped her right arm under him, now she was laid open to him. Malcolm looked on horrified, this was one scenario he had never envisaged, his wife being used as leverage. 

He screamed at the screen, but no one listened, he lay there and watched his black tormentor begin to stroke her luscious body, she wriggled and writhed, but nothing was going to stop him. He tore the loose garment she had on away He cupped a heavy firm breast, then he squeezed the nipple. Gina moaned, and pleaded, he could see her begging. 

He bent his head, sucked the other, one of Gina's legs kicked into the air. The black skin over her seemed to envelope her, draw her in, tug at her. Richard was all over her, she was helplessly being consumed, and her husband could do nothing but watch. Each nipple was sucked and licked, kissed and nipped, the growing hardness of them were clearly visible on the screen. 

"Don't Gina, don't let him have you," he gurgled at the TV, "Don't let him get to you like this, resist him Gina resist him, please?" He could not turn his eyes away, he watched his now hated loathed enemy test his wife's virtue, her modesty, her fidelity. Gina had had a relaxant, not a stimulant, but something to make her susceptible to Richards's charms and it was working well. 

Gina herself felt in complete control, although her role was not to be at all. Richard was working her up, her husband could see it, and Gina could feel it. Her husband watched as a black hand slid down from her nipple over her stomach, he could see Gina's muscles twitching as the fingers drummed their way down. It seemed to take forever to get where he knew they were going. 

When his hand arrived, his fingers splayed and the middle one ran over, and through the little folds of skin to disappear into her trimmed pussy. Gina's knees went sideways, back together, then up in the air. Her long blond hair caught his eye as her head flipped back taking it with her. Her back arched up and Malcolm heard the 'Oooooh,' that he knew very well. 

Richard slid the black digit in and out, he saw him working it in her, side to side, up and down, cupping her pussy. And as he looked on he saw her face contort, grimace, her lips pursed in a kiss to no one. He knew what that meant too. She was getting turned on, Gina was a passionate lover, and a passionate lover of sex. 

Gina and Richard had not had sex together, they had intended to, but Gina had to him that to make it look authentic, that she was being taken by a superior male. Then the first time had to be just that, the first time! Malcolm would have to see her being used and abused by her forceful black rapist. 

She whispered very softly in his ear, unseen by her captive husband, "Richard, I'm ready." But this scene was about to end abruptly. Richard stopped what he was doing and got off the bed. The look on his wife's face was a look of consternation, he knew she was hugely turned on. Then he undressed slowly, as if trying to tantalise Gina, he wasn't, his intention was to tantalise Malcolm, and it worked admirably. 

Malcolm watched in abject fear, as Richard turned into full view of the camera that was now operating above and to the foot of the bed. His cock, his big black cock, swung in to his eyesight and Malcolm nearly fainted. He was bigger than him by quite a way. He shiny skinned black body was fit and toned, he obviously worked out, Richard was flat chested, broad shouldered, narrow hipped, and muscularly well built. 

He stood there for sometime, Malcolm suddenly noticed Gina, she was staring wide eyed at what and who was about to take her. Her huge azure eyes were pinned to his appendage, there was no doubt about that, but still, this wasn't an act! 

Richard climbed on the bed, Gina made a play of getting away but obviously could not, no matter how hard she tugged at the wire screwed to the wall. Richard's cock was growing by the second, and it wasn't an act either, to have this glorious blond beauty at his mercy was all the aphrodisiac he would ever need. 

But the massive piece of icing on the cake was knowing her husband, the man that had ruined so many people's lives, was having to watch the rape and eventual seduction of his beautiful blond 'innocent' wife. "No don't please," she begged, "I don't want to, please don't make me please?" she cried. 

He got his powerful unbending grip on her again, sank his knowing fingers back into her running pussy, sucked on her nipples, and she was ready. Even if she had really not wanted to do this, there was no way she could resist now, no way. 

He climbed over her and Malcolm had a ring side seat, a camera closed in from the soles of their feet, and he saw Richards big black donger head towards his gorgeous wife's beautifully trimmed pussy. Her knees were lifted, her feet planted on the bed, he could clearly see into her. Then the black blond pussy seeking missile started to nudge its way in. 

Her husband was in disbelieving fear as the lips of her sweet pussy parted, he heard her gasp, the head popped in, and now she moaned. Her knees climbed higher, her feet left the bed to slowly land on black thighs. He saw two white arms lift and encircle the toned black body on top of her, he could see bits of blond hair wafting around further on. 

But his eyes glued themselves to the large black cock that was now splitting his wife open, it went in a little, and came out a little, band each time it went in a little further. He heard a definite "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Arggggh, Oh Richard please." And now he witnessed the full penetration, the solid connection, the body seal between the two. 

Richard had every bit of his mammoth black cock in his wife's pussy, he had seen every second of it as it had happened. The camera seemed to freeze for a while, but Richard was lying still, allowing his beautiful blond married lover to settle with him deep in her. 

Malcolm wondered what had happened, "Why isn't the bastard fucking her!" he unbelievably wanted to know. Then he saw Gina's arms moved, he saw her rake his back with her long shapely nails, the way he loved it the way she had done it to him. Then her knees bent to ninety degrees to her and her feet slid up his smooth black ass. 

"Now Richard, now," she hardly whispered to her 'rapist.' Richard pulled out and Malcolm saw the glistening soaking cock gaining in length as it did. Then he slid slowly back in, "Arggggh Oh yes, Oh please Hmmmmm, Nooooo, Hmmmmm, Oh Richard, more more!" Gina was not pretending now, this was real, she wanted him to make love to her really badly, and really seriously. 

"Richard please Oh my God, yes, right there, that's it, stay there Oh help me someone please!" Gina came in a solid rush of love juice and Malcolm saw it spit out of her. Malcolm her husband was utterly forgotten, as the man on top of her started to fuck her in earnest, his black cock powered in and out. 

He was up on his elbows, his toes curled into the bed for traction and Gina was in the throes of the best fuck she had ever had. She gave everything she had back to him, urging him on, begging him not to stop, to go on and on and on. Do ne, do, do me, she was calling, her feet flapping around her lovers back, her nails dug in to keep him where he was. 

She reached up to kiss him, somehow a camera caught the act, her eyes were closed, her mouth open, lips tremulous, she kissed him hard and soft. A hand went to the back of his head, her husband knew this, she had done it with him one night when he had excelled himself in her. 

Gina came again, and once more after that, then Richard said loudly, "I'm cumming Gina, I'm cumming!" 




Malcolm Hit the Low



"Yes Richard yes, cum for me baby, I'm ready, cum in me, give it to me Richard, all of it!" 

Malcolm was truly horrified, "she can't let him cum in her, not his black spunk, not that, oh fucking hell, not that," he yelled as loudly as his sore throat would allow, begging her to tell him not to. But he saw Richards ass jerk, and drive forward, he rammed in all he could. His black body went rigid as he ejaculated gallons of his super fertile black seed into his captive's sexy beautiful wife, and wallowing in the thought that he knew her husband had seen him do it. 

As the sated lovers settled, and loved each other back to life, he slid off her, but never left her. Gina rolled to him and nestled into his arms, her lovely blond head resting softly on his black chest. Malcolm studied her, he had never seen her looking so serene, she looked happy, he hated to admit it but she did. And even more hated, she looked completely satisfied. 

He looked around him, again hoping to spot a way to get free, he didn't. But what he did spot and it astonished him, why hadn't he felt it, seen it, or known? He had a hard on, and he wanted nothing more right then but to have the ability to whack himself off. Of course he couldn't, not with his arms out and above his head with rope tied around each wrist. 

"That black bastard had raped and seduced my wife in one fucking go!" He ranted, he threw himself everywhere he could, how he wished to break free, "I'll tear the cunt limb from limb," he shouted at the closed door. He fell back and gazed longingly at his cock, it was still hard, but beginning to lay down now. 

To one side Richard pressed a button, the TV on the side wall flickered and Malcolm came into view, he was in time to see Malcolm thrashing as much as he could. He also spotted the hard on he was carrying, this brought a huge smile to his face. This was a bonus, he hadn't thought of this. 

He pressed the button again to close the screen, and thought while he fed on the gorgeous blond wife in his arms. Thinking of things, he said to Gina, "I'll be back in a minute Gina, don't go away will you?" "As if I would," she smiled at him, "where could I possibly go that's better than here right now?" 

Richard picked up the phone in the hall and spoke, he had thought about this before and had arranged things, but had reckoned it wouldn't work, now he was 99% certain it would. He went into Malcolm's room, completely naked, his cock swinging as he went, and dripping juices from it. 

"Malcy," he said, and looked at his still semi hard cock. "You have had a hard on watching me seduce your wife, screwing her out of her head, but boy didn't she enjoy though Malcy, is that what gave you a hard on hmmmm?" Malcolm writhed on the bed, and spat out his hatred for Richard once more. 

"My my Malcy you are upset are you," Richard grinned, "it's not because this is bigger and better than yours is it?" He swung his cock through the air, even slack it looked bigger to Malcolm. "And knowing I have just fucked Gina better than you ever could?" 

"You'll pay for this you black cunt!" he rasped. "I'll have your fucking guts you horrible cunt!" 

Richard put a stunned look on his face, "Me horrible Malcy, I think you have that the wrong way round Malcy" he told him, "I don't think your beautiful wife thinks so do you?" he said and pointed to the screen where Gina was languidly lying on the bed waiting for him. Malcolm had never felt so humiliated, so embarrassed, he almost wanted to cry and beg to be released, but he didn't, he couldn't. Losing face was more than he could ever bear. 

"Well Malcy, got to go, Gina is waiting for more of this," he said slowly, and waved his black cock at him again. "Keep watching the TV little man" he said, and flicked Malcolm's cock with the nail of his middle finger. Malcolm yelped in surprise and further embarrassment. 

He was yelling threats once more as the door closed and he was alone again. Several minutes later Richard appeared on the screen, the first thing Malcolm did was look at his cock, and he noticed it was clean now. "The bastards washed himself, or had a shower!" he told himself. He followed him as he padded to the bed and then he saw his wife. She was smiling at him, one hand came up to take his and he got on with her. 

He must have missed something because Gina was wearing some sexy see through underwear, her hair was up, piled on her lovely head, and she looked like the man killer she was. He hated even her right then, and his hatred for Richard grew too. He watched him embrace his wife, he watched as she embraced him. 

The drama had moved on, Gina was no longer the captive, she was another mans lover. "Just wait until I tell her I saw it all, she'll fucking die, just like that black bastard is going to!" he railed to no one. As Gina pushed Richard on to his back she mounted him, she sat on his stomach and played with his cock and balls with her fingers behind her. 

Richard took her breasts and toyed with her acorn nipples, Malcolm saw her eyes close, as she tasted the thrill as it travelled through her body. He watched as the black dam buster grew in her hands, he hated this, he knew what was next. The seductive decimation of his beautiful wife by the black cunt again! 

He swapped positions with her, now he was on top. "Just where I like you to be," he heard his wife say to him. Gina had no concern for her husband anymore, she couldn't take back what had happened even if she had wanted to, but now she didn't care either. She also didn't want to take it back. 

Once again he had to watch him take his wife, the inexorable splitting of her trimmed blond pussy. He heard her moan on the TV as the black cock sank fully in, now it was the master of her body's functions. The black muscular ass rose and fell, rose and fell, and more and more moans came from the TV. Heavy breathing accompanied them 

Richard pressed the button once more and there he was, Malcolm on screen, and his hard on had returned, and it was pointing up his chest. He made love to Gina the way a man should make love to a woman, her way, not his, hers. No stone was left unturned as she made him love her. It was in her eyes as she looked up at him, silently imploring him for more and not to stop until she was ready. 

He pounded Gina, but it was gentle, all powerful but gentle, Gina flipped, her mind went blank and her biggest ever climax detonated throughout her body. The epicentre being her boiling red raw clit, it ripped her to pieces. She cried and laughed, mumbled and groaned as she trembled her way to the end. Richard emptied his balls into her, this added more fuel to the fire raging in her pussy. 

Richard pressed another button and waited, and there he was, he had a hard on again. Richard smiled, "now," he whispered to Gina as she lay there stricken wonderfully below him. He turned the link off that allowed Malcolm to see them, but they watched him. 

They saw his eyes go wide, spread eagled he looked silly lying there with an erection. "How is he going to reconcile this Gina?" Richard said. Gina didn't know what was going on, but watched avidly. In the picture strolled a huge black woman, she must have weighed around 280lbs, she was made up to the nines, pony tail, her long black hair hanging down her back. She was wearing brilliant bright red knickers, stockings, high heels, and a bra. 

Her lips were painted in the same colour, and the look on Malcolm's face was priceless. "My my mister," she said staring at Malcolm's cock, "what have we here then? You're all tied up with a nice big hard on, is that for me then?" she enquired quietly as she sat beside him. 

"Who are you, how did you get in here?" he mumbled looking around him hoping someone would come and free him, he knew that wouldn't happen. She picked up his cock taking no notice of his question. 

"My name is Gloria, but you will call me mistress, or mama okay?" she squeezed him and ran her hand up and down. "Mmmm," she said, "I do like a white cock, even if you are on the smallish side." 

"Leave me alone, get off me!" he bleated. But her hand, the hand of an expert was working his still hard cock, and messages were being sent to the sensory part of his brain to tell him this was good. 

"Please," was all he could muster, as her palm caressed the velvety head." Her other hand cupped his balls and felt them, all thoughts of escape flitted from his mind. "I need release, I need to cum!" these words were uttered from somewhere inside of him. 

"What is my name boy?" she asked, as she continued her caressing. 

"Gloria," he said, she stopped working on him. 

"What did I tell you that you could call me!" she said hotly. 

"Mistress or Mama, but I'm not saying that, I don't bow to black people!" he told her. 

"You're not hey, we'll see about that," she said sweetly. She took a small rubber ring out of her purse, and some oil. He watched perplexed but not bothered, he should have been. 

Gloria rubbed oil on his cock which he enjoyed immensely, he shouldn0t have! The she pushed the rubber ring over it, it was a tight fit and it pained him. Gloria shushed him, he wondered what she was doing, and then one more shove and the ring was at the base of his cock. 

She smiled, "Now, what is my name boy?" she said taking his cock between the palm of her oily hands and rolled it in them. The sensation was fantastic, he closed his eyes, he liked this he felt his balls swell as the tightened veins tried to pump more blood into it. "What do you call me boy?" she asked him again, silence. She kept rolling his cock, it was gorgeous but a little painful. 

Then she got up and left, he called for her to come back, "finish what you've started you fucking black whore!" he yelled. It was thirty minutes before she reappeared, he was in pain now. His cock still erect, the trapped blood making it so, and it was hurting him. 

Again Malcolm was being taught the error of his ways. "Please," he said, "let me go?" 

She knelt between his legs and tickled his red balls."What do you call me boy?" Malcolm had no choice, then tears welled up in his eyes, he was beaten, she had beaten him. 

"Mistress Mama," he wept sadly, he felt so sorry for himself. Both Richard and Gina watching knew it was nothing but self pity, but it was an improvement in him. 

"And what do you want boy?" she said sternly. 

"I want to be freed from that," he said nodding at his bright red cock. "And who do you want to free it boy?" 

Even though the pain he hated this, her calling him 'Boy!' And he hated her making him call her Mistress or Mama. "You for fucks sake," he rasped. Gloria got up and walked to the door. "No please Mistress, Mama, don't go please?" he was crying openly now, "please don't leave me." 

This was what broke him, he was absolutely terrified now, his bullying life, and personal tactics of belittling people, making fools of them, were coming home to roost as never before. Gloria walked back, his eyes on her beseeching her. 

"What boy?" was all she said. 

"Please Mistress," he sobbed, "Please Mama, let me go I'm begging you, please?" Both Richard and Gina gaped at each other, out of all their thoughts, hearing him say to someone, especially a black person, "I'm begging you," was not one of them. 

Gloria got between his legs again she tickled his balls, he moaned in pain. She rolled his cock in her palms, and again he moaned, and in a sudden movement, she popped the rubber ring off and Malcolm cried out, if he could have curled up and died he would have. 

Gloria took his cock and began to jack him off, her oily hand flew up and down. Malcolm's head nearly broke his neck it snapped back so hard. She made him cum so hard it was utterly painful, but it was the greatest pleasure he had ever had in his life. 

She had pointed his cock at his face and body, his first cum hit him in the mouth, he tasted cum for the first time. The rest splattered all up his naked body. As he lay there panting, Gloria undressed, "Got to have me some of that white cock," she told him happily. 

He heard her say it, "No," he said, you can go now. I don't want you here," he was forgetting himself, but he would never forget again. 

Gloria took a strap out of her purse and began to swish him with it, the lashes stung but weren't really severe, but it was enough to frighten him. "I'm sorry Mistress, please I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I won't forget again." 

"One more time and you will know real pain!" she said. 

"Yes Mistress I will obey you, please Mama." Gloria had no trouble getting him to regain his little erection, she was a paid expert. He stared fascinated as she worked on him, and though he didn't want to like it, he did, in fact he loved it. Here he was under the control of a fat black whore and he loved it, he would never say it, but he was. He looked at her, she was enormous, but he liked her face, "She is quite pretty," he told himself. 

Gloria stood above him, squatted, took hold of his hard little cock and sat down, he was fully into her black sweaty twat. Malcolm moved under her, he was trying to please her, he didn't know why, but that was what he wanted. Richard and Gina looked on in awe. 

Gina could contain herself no longer, she dropped down and sucked Richards big black weapon in, she was now in her own personal heaven. Gina gave him a blowjob to end all blowjobs, she was magnificent, she did her very best to suck his cock right off, he could feel the pressure she was exerting on him, he laid back and mired himself into it. He normally went sometime before cumming from a BJ but not this time, he unloaded tons of it into Gina's willing needful mouth and she took it all. 

She positioned herself to watch more of her husband, Gloria was riding him hard, his head kept leaving the bed when she dropped on him, he looked in pain, but the look of sheer ecstasy on his face told a different story. Gloria was keeping her eye on him, and she knew when he was about to cum so she lifted herself up, "not yet boy!" she told him. 

"Please Mama, I need to," he bleated. 

"You cum when I say so, or when I let you boy, got it!" He looked angry, but he controlled himself, he had to. 

"Yes Mama," he replied, his cock was as hard as he had ever known it, even harder than with Gina. "Please Mama, let me?" his voice was small and weak, he was learning, and learning fast. 

Richard looked at Gina, a smile on his soft black lips. "I have an idea Gina, listen to this," he told her what he was thinking, Gina fine tuned it, and they were in agreement. Meanwhile Gloria got to riding her 'boy' again. Four times she took him to the top and four times she stopped. By now Malcolm was crying with frustration, tears rolling down his face. He was so desperate to cum, he offered her anything she wanted to ask for, it would be hers, if only she would. 

There was a knock on the door, she left immediately. "What do you think Gloria, is he acceptable?" Richard asked. 

"He is actually," she said, knowing what he was implying, "I just wish he had a bigger cock, I would have some real fun with him. He needs training, and there's a lot of angst in him, but after I've finished he would be quite good I think." 

"I hate to rush you then, but can you finish up, and I'll pack him for you," he said. Gloria turned without another word, this was a deal she could only win on. She went back in and got straight on to her 'boy.' 

"Now," she said to him, "tell me who I am, and what you are, boy!" she told him. The look in her eyes was warning enough for him, all he wanted to do was cum, and he thought, to please my Mama. 

"You are my Mistress and my Mama, and I am your boy, your white honky boy," he added as an afterthought, thinking this would please her, it did. 

Gloria kissed him, she covered his face in her bright red lipstick and Malcolm wallowed in it. Then she rode him into the sunset. Malcolm came as never before when fucking, this was the best ever ever ever! When he floated back to earth, she played with him for a while, his cock twitched but she had drained him proper, he had nothing left to give. 

Then she dressed, "Where are you going Mistress?" he asked, wanting her to stay for a while, he hadn't had so much fun in years, even if she had hurt him. 

"Don't you fret boy, I'm taking you with me," and she walked out. 

He was stunned, "Taking me with her, what does that mean?" he said to thin air. 

Then the door opened, Richard walked in, "Hi," he said, "we have had a change of plan, and you are the instigator Malcy, well done." 

"Change of plan, what are you talking about?" he asked. 

"Didn't your Mistress say she was taking you with her Malcy?" 

"Yes but..." 

Gina walked in and went right to him, she said in her soft sweet silky voice. "You and I are over Malcom, finished, you will sign the business back over to Richard, we will divorce and I will marry him. And before you say a word, watch." Her voice had a sweet finality to it. She pressed the remote and the screen began from the start, her husband watched every minute of the video, right up to him begging his Mistress Mama. 

"Now," Gina said, "after this is edited and shown to everyone you, we, and I know, who do you think they will believe if you contest. You've admitted stealing the business, you have been filmed in a very revealing bondage session with your mistress. There is no evidence of my infidelity, none at all. You can bluff and protest, but you are in deep shit boy!" her use of the word told him all he wanted, or didn't, want to know. 

Richard retied him, he was gagged and put into Gloria's car and he was taken to her home where she would train him up. Richard did ask her to care for him, but if he deserved punishment, then? 

Gloria made him comfortable on his new bed and he remained spread eagled where she drove him crazy with her sexual now how. She had a maid, another black girl who cared for his bathroom needs, Gloria didn't do that! The maid also had fun with him making him cry with the surreptitious pain she gave him, followed by sexual relief unrivalled except by his Mistress. 

After two or three days there were no more rebellions, his use of Mistress and Mama became natural to him. She had also made him open up to her his private e mail, she told him of her intentions and that he would obey her in every way. Malcolm agreed unconditionally. 

She typed a letter from him to his contacts, saying. 

"Dear all, I am taking a one month break from the business, in my absence Richard James will take control with my full support, I will make a further announcement in due course. 

Signed 

M J Thomas. 

The e mail was sent, there were several replies, Gloria parried them all because Malcolm was again tied to a bed, hers. She spent an entire month on him, and at the end of it she had herself a new man, or as he referred to himself, her boy. 

After they had left the house Richard and Gina cemented their burgeoning relationship, the first thing he did, and it was unequivocal He fucked her in the ass, much to her distress, but she knew she would never say no to him, and after two or three times she liked it. She wanted whatever he wanted. 

The business was recovered to Richard, Malcolm remained a silent partner thereby receiving a set amount each month commensurate with his position. He also stayed with Gloria, once she released him he didn't want to leave, he was her boy, and one or two of her friends had him for weekends on occasions. She had opened up a new avenue of life to him, one he didn't want to give up. 

Gina came off the pill immediately and one year later she had her first chocolate coloured baby named Richard.



Malcom And The Mall



Hello, Victoria Petersen here again. The following true story is my second to this site and hope you enjoy it as well as my first one. It took place six years ago when I was 39 and five years after my introduction to big, black cock and my divorce shortly thereafter. Reading my first submission, "An Evening With Edward", will give you somewhat of a background of myself. Also, in my eleven years since going black, I've encountered many cocks that are normal or sub-normal in size. Those are the ones I do not pursue again, nor will write about or put in my little black book of telephone numbers. I guess you could say I'm a size queen, preferring 10" or more in length.

"OK Grethe, it's 9:45 now. I should be back from Connie's around one this afternoon. See you then." I hung up my cell phone and placed it on my vanity as I continued to get ready to go to my hairdresser, Connie, for a trim, bleaching and coloring treatment, snowflake-white, of course. She does add a tiny bit of platinum color to help bring out it's amazing shine. Then it's off to the mall to do a little clothes shopping with Grethe, a former co-worker, but a close friend. I think she knows my ways but keeps her distance, as she is happily married.   Today I'm wearing a white, puffy, longsleeve satin collared blouse; a just-above-the-knee tight-fitting, ivory pencil skirt; my favorite stockings...vintage beige Albert's rh&t's, held up with a beige 12-strap waist cincher; and my 6" high-heeled fuchsia-patent pumps.

I returned home around 1:10 after having Connie perform her usual magic to find Grethe sitting in her car parked in my driveway. "Sorry I'm late. Come in for few minutes while I quickly freshen up a bit." She is a short-haired redhead, dressed in black slacks, red and white striped blouse, and black 3" high-heeled sandals. "There's coffee in the maker if you want any. Just heat it up in the microwave. I'll be right down." I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat down at my vanity.

"God, Connie, you are absolutely the best!" I said to myself. (And I still go to her to this day). I rapidly applied another layer of makeup and another coating of high shine lip gloss. Then after a few quick brushes of my long, wavy, white hair to make it look it's fullest, I went into the bathroom for a quick douche of my pussy and ass. You never know what the day will bring.

I returned downstairs to find Grethe sipping coffee at the kichen table.  "Victoria, you look ready for a hot date." 

"Come on Grethe, you know I always dress up. It's one of my obsessions. Let's get going."

After about a 30-minute drive we arrived at the mall. Stepping out of the car in the bright sunshine I immediately looked at my legs. The shine line that my Albert's give off is mind-boggling. Just the walk from the parking lot into the mall brought on so many stares and turned heads. I love showing off my gorgeous legs. Of course wearing spike heels helps bring in the looks also.

After about two hours of browsing mostly the clothing stores we sat down at one of those benches that are intermingled with the kiosk's for a little break and something to drink, in which I had a ginger ale. I love the zip-zip sound my non-stretch vinatge stockings give off when I cross and uncross my legs, also an attention getter. After a few minutes of chit-chat I suddenly became all hot and flustered. A large, tall, bald-headed, extremely black-skinned man, who I guessed was in his mid-thirties walked by with a semi-attractive white brunette woman in tow. I immediately told Grethe (who was oblivious to my sighting) that I wanted to split up for a little while and to do a little shopping on my own.  We decided to meet where we are right now in about an hour and a half. I grabbed my purse and small bag containing a new blouse and proceeded to follow this couple at a safe distance. My addiction had kicked into overdrive and I was determined to meet this attractive man.

I followed them into the third store they went in, a FYE, about twenty minutes later. When I noticed that they were splitting up I said to myself, "It's now or never." She headed over to the dvd movie section while he went to the music cd area. I slowly approached him, my stiletto's clicking on the tiled floor and my heart racing like crazy. He looked up with a slight grin on his face when I softly said, "Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you could help me?"

He responded by saying, "I'm sorry miss, but I don't work here."

Then it seemed to just come out naturally, "No, I was wondering if it's true what they say about black men?" 

A big smile came on his handsome face and said, "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there pretty lady? Do you know where the public restrooms are?"

"Why, yes of course."

"Good. Meet me outside of them in ten minutes. I have to take care of some business first." With that said I gave him a smile and proceeded to the designated meeting place. And sure enough he showed up right on time without his woman companion. He must of told her something, but I didn't care what it was. He put his hand around my waist and said, "Come this way you beautiful thing!" We walked about ten or twenty paces down the hall from the bathrooms to a door that said 'no admittance'. He opened the unlocked door, switched on the light, and we stepped in. It was a custodial closet with shelves of supplies and a huge sink basin. He closed and locked the door from the inside, turned around and said, "We don't want an unnecessary interruptions now, do we? So, you want to know if it's true or not. Why don't you take it out and find out?"

"Yes sir!" I bent down kneeling in front of him, eye to zipper. I could tell by the developing bulge in his slacks that he was well endowed. I quickly undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his slacks, letting them fall to the floor exposing a huge, fat, thick-veined coal black cock that had to be easily a foot long, and he wasn't even completely hard yet. "Oh My!" is all I could say at the moment as I whipped my hair onto my back and wrapped my shiny CSL's (Cock Sucking Lips) around his purple, plum-sized, bulbous, mushroom head.  "Mmmmm....Oh, you taste good....mmmmm" I said as I swirled my tongue around him in a circular motion. I pushed him back up against the door and said, "Now let this white slut for black cock really service you...(kiss, kiss)...Mmmmmm...(kiss, kiss)...How long does this...(kiss, kiss, lick, lick)...beautiful...(mmmmm, kiss, kiss, lick, lick)...black...(mmmm, kiss, kiss, lick, lick)...mouth pleaser get?...Mmmmmmmmm."

"Thirteen and a half angry inches you fucking slut!...Oh, you're good!!!"

"Mmmmm...Oh My!!!!...(kiss, kiss, lick, lick)....Mmmmmm....Just relax darling...(mmmm, kiss, kiss, lick, lick)...I'm just getting started." After I got his gorgeous fat blackness its hardest by licking, kissing and getting to know every ridge, valley and vein with my tongue I said, "Now comes my favorite part darling...mmmmm....grab hold of the back of my head and ease him into my horny throat....Mmmmm...I'm going to deepthroat every fat, long inch...Mmmmm....and not stop until you give me a feeding of your hopefully, delectable nut juice!"

"I don't know...only a few women has been able to handle my length."

"Yeah maybe, but this slut loves to deepthroat big, black cock as often as possible....Mmmmm....and another surprise you're in for."

"And what's that?"

"You'll see shortly darling...Mmmmmmmm....Now give me more of this glorious blackness." As soon as his massive cockhead hit the back of my throat it stopped momentarily, until I swallowed and it popped in. Now that he was in, it was all downhill from there. Every fat, throbbing, pulsating inch effortlessly slid down my never-ending horny throat, my CSL's stretched around his thickness, until I could feel his smooth pelvic area on my shiny lips. Now it's time for some real action. In and out between the 8 and 13 1/2 inch mark, slowly at first, then a little faster. No need to come up for air as I breathe through my nose. And no gag factor involved either, as I mastered to repress that close to twenty years ago.

"Oh god that feels soo good!....Faster baby...Oh yeah...No bitch has ever deepthroated me like you do...Oh the feeling is unbelievable!...You're by far the best damn cocksucker I ever had!" Hearing these words were music to my ears and brought me to a huge orgasm. And it made me deepthroat him even faster as my outturned CSL's stayed clamped around his beautiful black shaft. "Oh I can feel it building...Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit...oh here it comes bitch!...what's your name bitch?"

I yanked him out of my throat and past my CSL's in time to say, "Victoria, what's yours?" as the first blast of hot cum entered my open, welcome mouth.

"Malcom!...Now eat this Victoria!"

"Oh god yes, gladly!" as he shot three more ropes into my cum hungry mouth.  Then I grabbed him by the base and reinserted him into my slut mouth. I felt another rope hit my tongue. "Mmmm...your cum tastes soooo good baby...mmmm....sooo creamy....mmmmmmm...and sooo lumpy...mmmm, mmmm."  

He pulled his glistening cum coated shaft from my mouth, which was still as hard as granite and said, "Get up, turn around and bend over the sink you gorgeous slut. It's time to return the favor!" I rested my hands on the wall above the sink, tossed my hair onto my back again, and looked back over my right shoulder.  He lifted up my pencil skirt up onto my waist, showing him my 12-strap waist cincher connected to my lovely stockings. Then he ripped by panties off and grabbed me by the hips intertwining his fingers in my cincher straps when I felt his wet cockhead rub my freshly shaven pussy. All of a sudden he was in and stretching out my cunt walls.

"Oh god baby...You're sooo big!....And so hard!...Fuck me baby!...Fuck me like the slut I am!...Oooooo, correction baby!...black cock slut!" He had me in tears it was so intense and he was only fucking me with about 10 inches. "I don't think my pussy can take any more of your assault darling...Oooooooo...Put it in my other hole...Oooooooo....Pleaseeeeeeeeee. I want you to fuck me in the ass!...Oooooo...I love it in the ass baby!....Ooooooooo...My big ass can take anything you got!....Ooooooo...Now come on and give it to me. I didn't douche my ass for nothing!"

He withdrew from my battered pussy and said, "Oh you hot bitch! It'll be my pleasure!...Now open them lily white buns up and let me in!" I grabbed hold of my right ass cheek and pulled, but had to keep my left hand on the wall for balance since I was still in my 6" high pumps. I always make love while fully dressed...Always in high heels, always in stockings, always in a garter belt, waist cincher or girdle, and always in a skirt or dress...It just turns me on even more. Oh, the feeling when his extra fat cock entered my puckered hole was pure bliss, bringing my pussy to orgasm yet again. His black anaconda cock wasn't as thick as a coke can, but believe me he was awful close. With each thrust he went in a bit deeper...five inches...six inches...eight inches...ten inches...twelve inches...then I felt and heard his big, hairless balls banging my pussy!

"Oh god baby!...That's it baby!...Oooooo!...Yeah!...Just the way I like it!  Oooooo!...Oh god darling your're so fucking big!...My ass is on fire!...Ohhh, it burns soo good!" Then he really started to fuck my steaming hot asshole with reckless abandon, my head turning to and from, my shiny white hair bouncing up and down.

"Oh shit, you've done this before, haven't you bitch?"

"All the time darling! I just can't get enough! Oooooooo, you feel so fucking good in my ass! Now ream me harder and faster baby! Please! Oh baby, Please!"

"I'm getting close to busting another nut baby!"

"Oh, cum in my ass darling!...Please cum in my ass!" Then suddenly he started to shake and buck, holding onto my hips as he unloaded his hot jism into my abused ass. When his breathing started to slow I pushed him away, releasing him from my asshole clutch, turned around, knelt down, and took his dripping, breathing, angry black shaft back into my whore mouth. "Mmmmm, you taste out of this world darling!...Nothing like cock paste from a black man!...Mmmmmmmm."  When I finishing licking his deflating manhood of much cum as possible, I looked up into his eyes while licking my CSL's and then mouthed the words "Thank You".

I stood up, put my panties back on to hold in some of the cum leaking from my ass, pulled down and smoothed out my skirt, then whipped out my compact from my purse to touch up my face and CSL's. Before leaving the utility closet he said, "It was my pleasure meeting you Victoria. Here's my card. Let's stay in touch."

"And the pleasure was all mine also Malcom." I reached into my purse and gave him one of my business cards, "My cell phone number is written on the back."

I met back up with Grethe with a wobble to my walk and a huge grin on my face.  She said, "Looks like someone had some fun!" I didn't answer her.



Malcontent



A windy and sharply cold January night all alone, just me and a nearly empty glass of pinot noir – it seems that something is speaking to me. This longing that I've avoided dealing with ... this longing to be dominated. This feeing has been consuming me for months now. This need to be controlled, used, and made to be submissive is so overwhelming that I can cry about it – the desire inside of me needs to be met. I want to be a slave, to live inside of that slavery, happily content. What is wrong with me?  I'm in a relationship with a beautiful man, albeit perhaps not a man who can fulfill all of my needs. He is sweet, we are close. We've had hot sex in the past, on a continual basis, but I don't know what's happened lately. We seem to have hit this plateau in our relationship within the past several months where things are solid and very steady – not hot and heavy like I'm used to – like I want. No, like I need. 

The January wind outside is slicing through my thoughts, defining them. I'm sitting here, in my panties and bra, at my computer with only a candle lit and the heat blaring through the vents to keep me warm. I am here waiting. And he is no where to be found. I haven't heard from him since last night when he wasn't feeling well – he's always feeling ill! It's so annoying. I want him to be the man; I want for him to feel good -- like he is in charge. But no, he wants to be babied. He wants me to cater to him and dote on his every need ... and why shouldn't I? He so would do it for me; has done it for me! But not how I truly need ... Goddess, what a selfish and evil bitch I am! I'm such a jealous person – I'm even jealous of my lover. 9:21 and he still hasn't called. But, I trust that he will come. 

I hear the front door creak open like a tiny whine from the wine bottle when a cork is popped. I feel a presence, but instinctively know that it isn't my lover – I know his smell, I know his presence. This isn't it. I am at once scared and aroused. I sit very still in my darkened office, not wanting to move – waiting to hear if I can vibe some sort of explanation for this quiet house prowler. 

I hear the sounds of someone moving through the empty, darkened house and my eyes water with anticipation – I make to move for the door so that I can hide in back when whoever comes through it. Instead, a voice comes from the other side, "Stop. Don't move. Go back and sit down." All of my senses are on full alert – every hair stands on end, and for some reason, just the tone and pitch of his voice made me follow his directions exactly. He was so clear in his intent; the force in his voice commanded me back to my office chair. I sat. Still. 

What the fuck was wrong with me – why wasn't I screaming bloody murder or running for the phone to call 911? Why? Because I was fucking so turned on by this ... the sound of his voice – the tone and texture of his words, my vulnerability; I was quite simply overwhelmed by the situation, immersed in this forbidden emotion. 

"Close your eyes and fold your hands in your lap." He instructed. My heart pounded. I swallowed dryly, wondering what he would do if I disobeyed him. Every fiber of my being tingled with awareness as the sounds of this January night blew on in the background. 

I felt a presence move behind me, I felt him kneel down to me and I felt his breath hot on the back of my neck. A tear welled in my eye. He dragged a silk scarf around my throat, pausing just briefly to pull it hard against me – hard enough to make me cough and straighten in my posture. He took my delicate ear into his mouth and suckled it so seductively that I felt a rush of wetness flood to my cunt. His hands pulled tighter on the scarf. I tried to cry out, but the sound caught in my throat and only another tear escaped just barely to wet my brown eye. He pulled the scarf up to my eyes and tied it tightly around the back of my dirty blonde head. I was scared, but oddly enough, not afraid for my safety. There was an air of trust abounding from this man. 

My fingers twisted with one another, and he sensed my trepidation. "Caitlin," oh my goddess – he said my name – he hissed into my wet ear. I felt my pussy lips enflame with lust. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Everything swirled. The room flip-flopped with my stomach. 

He turned my swivel office chair to face him, although I couldn't see his face. His hands rested on my thighs, sending a tingling sensation through my entire being.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon." My breasts heaved as I breathed his seduction into my lungs. He trailed his finger down my cheek, down my neck, brushing gently against my breast, down my soft stomach ...  

More forcefully, he spread my legs apart and snapped what sounded and felt like a fur-laden handcuff around my right ankle. 

I resisted and he let my left leg dangle alone, "Tell me no right now and all of this will stop." I sat silent, panicked! Click went the other cuff over my left leg. Or if you want to continue, say, "yes Sir, whatever you see fit to do. And then I want silence unless I ask you a direct question. Now, what will it be?" 

I could feel him standing above me, looking at me, so vulnerable and naked – even though I was still fully clothed – my soul barred for him to inspect. 

A tear rolled down onto my cheek, the blindfold soaking up the salty liquid. "Yes, Sir." It wasn't a tear for fear, but rather a tear for release, that made its way down my face. "Whatever you see fit, Sir." There was such an abundant feeling of release at that moment. 

My hands were still free though and I somehow felt like I had a smidgen of power left inside of me. Just then my hair was gripped tightly and my head pulled back with full force. "Hands behind you," the voice directed. This was my last out. And like a total slut, I obeyed and willingly put my hands behind me, allowing them to be bound with soft plush handcuffs. I was in heaven and petrified about the consequences this meant for my soul. I was completely out of control – I had no say in the matter of what was to happen to me next. 

My nipple was tweaked ... I screamed out in shock! My face was instantly slapped for such an outburst. 

"That's it, slut – it's on! No more screaming from you." His tone was more angry and harsh now that I was completely helpless in my bonds. I felt a cool slab of metal against my inner thigh, and felt a tinge of regret – I was captive now, completely powerless. I squirmed in the chair. Scissors!! They moved up against my clit and snipped my panties right off of my body. 

"Hey!" Shit! I forgot his instructions about not speaking!! I wanted to tell him how expensive those panties were! 

His hand shoved their tattered remains into my mouth. "There, now you won't make a sound." I coughed into my warm panties as he ripped tape from a roll to seal my mouth shut. I breathed quickly through my nose, laboring for oxygen. "I'll punish your insubordinate outburst later." What the hell did that mean? Punishment???

He pulled my pink silk bra out away from my nipples about an inch or so and snipped enough material so that my erect nipple would poke through the opening. I gasped in sharply through my nose. 

"Listen to me, you little slut." A hand slid through my slippery slit. I breathed deeply and groaned into the panties that were trapped in my mouth. 

"Oh, look what you did you naughty girl, you soiled my hand. Someone is quite turned on ... needing to be fucked, Caitlin?" I tensed my buttocks up, trying to rid myself of this deplorable feeling of needing to be fucked and relieved right here by this strange beast who I couldn't even see. He ripped the surgical tape from my mouth and pulled the panties out.

"But not yet." He laughed at me. Blood rushed through my entire body, enflaming it with heated humiliation. 

"Clean my hand." And I tentatively licked his hand and tasted my delicious juices, and the moment I began to really enjoy that, making love to his fingers, he pulled away. I was devastated. He shoved my panties back into my mouth and replaced the tape. 

His mouth was taking in my left breast, sucking and biting just perfectly enough to make me feel on the verge of orgasm, but hard enough to know that he was silently trying to tell me to control myself. And just when I knew that I couldn't do that – just when I felt that first shudder of ecstasy, he withdrew his mouth, and abruptly denied me! I rolled my head back and moaned deeply into the damp panties shut inside my mouth. 

"If you come I will punish you by spanking your bare ass until its red with shame." He hissed into my ear. "You already have punishment headed your way, Caitlin, you surely don't want to add any more – you won't be able to walk tomorrow." He laughed again. 

And then his tongue was all over my pussy, licking my clit, lapping up the warm juice that was seeping out of me, making me roll back my head with unconscious pleasure. Oh my god, did that mouth feel good against my wanting, pleading hole. Nibbling on my clit, he drove his hand inside of me, taking me e over the edge. 

And then, long after my muscles were so sore from coming time and time again, without any regard, without any utterance from my captor -- both of us knowing that I was going to be punished -- then, and only then, when my wanting was no longer able to be filled by only his mouth and hand, did he press his thick, throbbing cock inside of me to make me shudder with ecstasy and hunger – my insatiable appetite for this release ... 

Oh my god – this was the best feeling, the headiest of sex. The hallucinations I was having as he thrust his length inside of my tiny opening on the edge of the chair! And right before I was about to climax the absolute hardest, he pulled out. I screamed a muffled cry of anguish – please, no! Don't stop!

Suddenly, my legs were being unbound from the chair and he promptly flung me over his knees as he sat in my place. He was so powerful and so strong. I felt vulnerable once again, my ass up in the air, hands still bound behind me. 

Then they came, hard and fast ... spankings like I was a child. Swift and remarkably jolting smacks against my ass: One! Two! Three! Four!! I couldn't take another ... 

"I should make you count these out, Caitlin." He leaned down and removed the tape and my gag. "Ask me to receive your punishment and tell me why you deserve it." 

I started crying from feeling so humiliated and exposed. I wanted to; I wanted to ask him for this, but I was so engrossed in my shame that I sobbed hopelessly without answering.

"Cailtin!" He yanked my hair back, inciting a hiccupped yelp from me. 

"Yes, Sir..." I tried to speak between sobs, "I deserve to be punished for ..." I knew that I had to continue, but the words wouldn't come out. 

"The longer you take to tell me what we both know, the longer you'll be in this terrible position, being smacked like a silly child." He still had my hair in his fist, pulling my body up so that it was difficult to breathe, or even speak for that matter. "In fact, if you take too long, there will be a more severe form of punishment coming your way." 

"No! I mean, yes, Sir. I deserve this. I wanted this." My words were broken, due to the crying and breathless state of me. "I wished for this." 

"Good, Caitlin." He rubbed my ass gently, caressing the reddened skin with his hand. 

"Now, count them out." His hand flew up above me, I squeezed my eyes tightly and waited for the smack. Smack!

"One." I whisper-cried. Smack!

"Two" My voice got louder as they came, him slapping the sound out of my body over and over until I was drained of all my will. 

And then he stopped and turned me over to cradle me in his arms. I just sobbed silently, thankfully, free and totally protected within his presence. 

He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. He placed me down on the soft bed and removed the restraints, took off the blindfold and spoke to me masked in the darkness of the winter night around him. 

"Pleasure and pain mixed together ... this time the pleasure came first, next time, don't think you'll be so lucky. And, Caitlin, be careful what you wish for." He petted my head and pulled a blanket over me. 

Thank you, Sir. I couldn't speak, but I mouthed it as best I could. And then I passed out. 

When I came to – I was lying in my bed, boyfriend of 4 years sleeping quietly next to me, as I stared in amazement at what had just occurred; Was that a dream? I was still inconspicuously wet down there, and snuck out of the bedroom quietly to inspect my office for signs of the night before. There was only one: A nearly empty glass of wine. Save for that, all I had to go on was the spent feeling that my muscles were relaying to me, the faint marks on my wrists and ankles, and the delicious memory that my pussy was still aching over.