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Naive Housewives Are Led Astray

By: LordRamsay



James Carter was fucking his beautiful blonde wife, Victoria, from behind. She was on all fours, taking it doggie style. It was Sunday evening and they were making love in their bedroom. On their dresser, at the end of their bed, was a flat screen LCD TV. It was directly in front of them as they fucked and they were, for the umpteenth time that weekend, watching a DVD that had been given to them by James's lawyer, Charles Jackson. The DVD was an explicit pornographic film showing a poor innocent white schoolgirl being forced to fuck a couple of huge black policeman. It was explicit and showed scenes of rough anal sex, DP and spanking. 

Both James and Victoria found the DVD utterly compelling. James, because he was turned on by seeing a young white girl being abused at the hands of big black men and their enormous cocks. He loved to see them dominated and fucked in a way that he could not manage, at least not with his six inch white dick. Victoria, because she imagined that she was the school girl being gangbanged. She wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by such a big black cock both in her ass and tight pussy and to be dominated and abused at the hands of these cruel big black men. 

It must have been the sixth time that weekend that they had had sex. James had never before been so prolific before. Normally he could only manage it once a night. But the explicit film had changed everything. As he fucked his wife, he started to talk to her. He never normally did that but he was getting close and he wanted to try something new.

"Oh yes, Victoria, my love. That is so nice. Oh that feels so good. Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you from behind?"

Victoria's feelings of arousal resulted almost exclusively from the explicit porn and from using her own hand to massage her clit, not from anything that James was doing. Having seen on screen how black men fucked, whatever her husband did now could not possibly be the same as what those thugs were doing to that poor girl on the screen. The story may have been fake, but the screams and tears looked every bit real. But she played the game anyway, eager not to disappoint her husband. He did not need to know how she truly felt.

"Oh yes, that's it big boy, fuck me harder, oh, you are so big..."

"Do you like it, oh do you like it?"

Victoria was now getting close, her favourite bit of the film was coming, it was the bit when the schoolgirl had a cock in her pussy and her arse. The poor thing was satisfying two great big black dicks all at once. She was screaming out loud, no doubt in pleasure and in pain.

"Oh yes, I do and I am so close, James. I am so close..."

James was close too, and then he asked that fateful question. "Oh, do you wish it was those black men fucking you instead of me?"

It was not the first time that James had asked that question this weekend. He had feared what the answer would be, so he had always asked it to confirm that, despite the enjoyment they both derived from the film, he was still her main man. He had always been confident that the answer would be "no" and his confidence had always been borne out since she had always given him the correct reply. However, for the first time that weekend, his confidence would be misplaced. And it was a mistake he was going to repeat many times in the coming days.

She had of course never meant to answer the question honestly. She was, as always, ready to lie to her husband and claim he was the only man for her; but as she opened her mouth to reply by saying, "Oh, no James, you are the only man for me" she happened to be at the beginning of a very intense orgasm and Victoria was now in her own little world, a world where she was the schoolgirl being gangbanged. A world where instead of her husband making gentle love to her from behind, it was some brute of a black man taking her violently, without regard for her feelings and fucking her like a whore.

So instead, her shattering orgasm caused her to be honest with her husband and, for the first time that weekend, she answered the question truthfully.

"Oh yes, James, I wish it was a big black man fucking me instead of you. Oh yes, I wish I could feel what it's like to be fucked by a real cock, by a big black cock... Oh I need it James, I need to feel what it is like to fucked really hard, in my tight pussy by some big black dick.... Ohhh....."

On hearing this, James was horrified at what his wife had just admitted to, but perversely he also came as a result of it. And he came big, bigger than anything he had experienced this weekend. Was this because of the sex or because of what she said? He feared the latter since all weekend he had wondered what it would be like to see his wife being fucked by another man, and a black man at that. And these thoughts had not repulsed him, as they would any other normal husband, but had made his dick hard at the prospect. However, as his pleasure subsided, the potential enormity of what she had just said dawned on him - she wanted to be unfaithful with some big black dick. No amount of excuse of being in throws of passion could disguise what she truly felt, what she truly fantasised about. 

James had married a wannabe whore for black cock.

Just how had this respectable white married couple come to this? To be seduced by this kind of porn so that a young wife would confess to her husband that she wanted to commit adultery with some black cock? Well, to get the answer, you had to go back a little in time to the previous Thursday...

On that Thursday night, James was out partying with his long time lawyer-friend, Charles Jackson. Charles Jackson was a 6ft 2 50 something year old black man, [for a more detailed description of Charles, please read The Ivory Club, Ch.1] They were celebrating the completion of a major transaction. James was a senior director for an internet firm and they had just purchased one of their competitors via a hostile takeover. Charles had been their attorney and they were out that night to celebrate. The evening had started civilised enough with dinner at one of New York's premier restaurants. But after that, with the drink flowing, the evening degenerated into a boys out night and they found themselves at a strip joint. Charles actually co-owned the club and it was not too long before they were in a private room, there must have been eight guys, three from Charles's law firm and the remainder from James's company. They were all smoking big fat Cuban cigars and were admiring the bitch's who were stripping for their pleasure.

Charles, out of all the men, he had been the most sober. He wanted to be sure that his big black dick was hard enough to be able to fuck one of the strippers. This was a benefit available to the owner.

As the drink flowed, the banter became more and more explicit. They were asking the girls to do more and more. Happily, they obliged. One of them, who was blonde and of eastern European descent, came on sat on James lap and started to thrust down on his groin. She was only dressed in a skimpy g-string and he started to play with her tits. 

"Way hey, would you look at what Mr. Boss Man is doing" yelled one of the men. "I bet your gorgeous wife would not be pleased if she could see you now."

"Ahh, she would do what she was told", James replied, enjoying the fine breasts of this Euro slut.

"Yeah right, your wife is fucking gorgeous, she should be a fucking stripper"

"Easy Eddie, that's my wife you are talking about."

Eddie was completely drunk and he mumbled into his drink, "Yeah, God I could fuck her, she is such a babe..."

James smiled. He was so proud of the young wife he had just married. He turned to Charles, who was sitting next to him and, smiling said, "You know he is right, my wife is fucking gorgeous."

Charles smiled back politely. He had heard this many times before. Many of these pathetic white men thought that their wife was gorgeous. But he, the great Charles Jackson, only ever fucked white bitches of the highest quality. It was rare that any of these men would have a wife worthy of his mighty black dick. 

James was a bright boy and astute enough to know when he was being humored. He indicated that the stripper on his lap should move on to the next guy. When she did, he reached for his wallet. 

"No, Charles, I am being serious. I only got married six months ago to this absolute babe. She is only 21, I know that makes me a little bit of a cradle snatcher, what me being 15 years older, but she could be a fucking model she is so God damm hot." And with that he took a photo out of his wallet and showed Charles a picture of his wife. 

Charles took the picture. Initially he had planned on just looking it and further humoring his host. He was a nice man, a good client and not a man he wanted to offend. But when he looked at it, his mouth opened in surprise at what he saw. James was showing him a picture of his wife in a very skimpy bathing costume. Most men would shy away from showing such a picture to another man, but as Charles would find out very soon, James was not most men. And James was right, his wife was fucking hot and could have easily been a stripper. No, she was too hot to just be a stripper, she was so fine she could easily have been a model. She was slim, with long blonde hair, a fine pair of big tits on her which seemed to be bursting out of her little white bikini top. He could make out her nipples since it was quite transparent. She seemed to be tall, around 5ft 8 and, whilst he could not see her arse, her slim figure made it clear that it would be fine. She was also, thought Charles, the spitting image of the Romanian porn queen, Jasmine Rouge. Charles had only recently Googled her and had spent a fine evening jerking off over her pictures and videos.

In short, she was another ideal candidate for initiation into The Ivory Club.

[For a detailed description of Charles Jackson and to find out what The Ivory Club is, please read "The Ivory Club" series of stories also available on this site]. 

"Yes, she is quite stunning" Charles said as, with some reluctance, he handed the picture back to James.

James sat back in satisfaction. He was so proud of his wife. He had met her in San Francisco six months ago at an internet convention. She had been one of the pretty young girls in one of the corporate tents, the ones used to lure middle age men in for a conversation before a proper representative came out to talk real business. She was actually a model hired for the occasion but, to James's ever lasting regret, she did not want to continue modeling, she wanted to pursue a career in fashion instead. It was something that she had trained for. Modeling was all well and good to pay the bills, but fashion was what she really wanted.

As such, when she married the millionaire James, she gave up modeling. James was not a little upset, he loved to tell his friends that his wife was a model. He hoped she would go back to it and he was trying to go everything to convince her. So far he had zero luck. 

"Oh yes, she is quite something. Did you know she used to be a model?" And James turned to Charles to explain Victoria's modeling career, why she gave it up, what she now wanted to do and why James desperately wanted her to resume her modeling career.

As James babbled on, Charles's devious mind was in overdrive working out a way to begin the seduction of this glorious bitch. Having just finished with Jane [please see The Ivory Club for more details on Jane] he needed another challenge, another young innocent white wife to seduce and to fuck. Victoria seemed to be the perfect candidate for evil Charles's next lovely victim. 

So James wanted his wife to be a model, thought Charles. Most rich men, such as James, would have been quite happy for their wife to remain as a former model, to attend dull charity functions and to raise their bratty kids. James, however, was clearly different. He did not want to show her off that way, oh no, he wanted to show her off by having her model her lovely body in lingerie and sexy swim suits. He told Charles that nothing would please him more than for other men to see her body dressed in a sexy provocative way, and for them to want to fuck her but know that they couldn't since she was all his. 

Charles correctly deduced that James had voyeuristic and cuckholding instincts -- perhaps he did not appreciate them yet himself -- but he was not quite sure how far James would be prepared to go to realize what he actually was? 

James was rich and powerful enough not to be intimidated by being bribed by Charles. If he went in too aggressively that could result in James backing off. He could also cause him no end of trouble by withdrawing his profitable account from Charles's law firm -- Charles had not gotten out of the ghetto without appreciating the value of the dollar. So Charles decided to take a softly softly approach. If James was, as Charles suspected, a cuckhold in the making, he would have to play on that.

"You know James, maybe I could be of help to you?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, you probably don't know this but I happen to be a significant shareholder in a modeling agency. We specialise in very select, lucrative assignments for some very discerning clients."

"Go on."

"Well, whilst we do provide models for catwalk assignments and magazine shoots, we have established ourselves specifically to provide models to some very wealthy individuals who want them to model a specific outfit for them, or to model a specific scenario. We are a very exclusive, high end modeling agency. Most of our models have appeared in Vogue at one time or the other and are on the books of some of the mainstream agencies. However, they will use us for some of their more profitable and exclusive assignments. 

"If Victoria feels that everyday modeling is beneath her, well, this might be a way to convince her otherwise. She can model for some of the richest people in the world, wearing some of the finest clothes and it could also please you since sometimes the outfits are, how can I put it, of a more revealing nature. You could even commission her for your own assignment..."

James looked at him, he was interested. He was very interested. He could pay the agency to take pictures of her in a bathing suit, or better still, in some skimpy lingerie. However, as James mulled over this, little did he know that the trap had been laid by Charles and he was walking right into it. 

Charles was not actually being entirely disingenuous with James, indeed he did own a modeling agency and some Vogue models were on his book. However, the reason why their assignments were so exclusive was because the pictures inevitably involved them being forced to fuck some big black cock. This was an agency owned wholly by The Ivory Club. Its sole purpose was to satisfy the perverted wishes of some very rich old black men. 

"Well, it might be a good way to persuade her to get back into modeling. She hated the catwalk side of things, but didn't mind doing the private shoots. Do you think, well I could help decide what she models? I can pay for it, you know I could be her first client?" James replied.

"Of course you can and then naturally you can decide what she models. It is all professionally done. She can model haute couture or something else..."

James leaned over, he was quite drunk but still knew what he was saying, "Could she model some lingerie and swimsuits for me? You know she looks so fucking hot in those things. I would pay for the first batch and then we can sell them to some of your foreign clients. I want them all to see what a fucking hot wife I have".

Charles smiled, he was hooked, line and sinker. Well, certainly on the modeling side of things, but whether he could get her to participate in the other activities on offer, that was another thing. Charles quickly decided that the leverage he had with James was minimal. Unlike with Jane and her pitiful husband, he could not bribe them with the promise of money, a job and a lucrative acting career. James was even richer and more powerful than he was. No, blackmail would not work, he would need to reel them in another way. Charles saw James's desire to see his wife on display and be the fantasy of others as his weak spot. It needed to be exploited, gently at first... 

"I tell you what I will do James, I will email you some pictures of what we do. If you like what you see, I can send you some more."

"That sounds like a great idea. I am so fucking going to enjoy this..."

Charles decided not to push his idea much more, he felt that James was not too drunk to carry this on in any meaningful way. He did not want to scare him off. After staying for another few minutes, he made his excuse and left for the evening and wondered whether James would be tempted.

Fortunately for Charles, he did not have to wait for too long. 

The next morning Charles was surprised to see an email from James in his inbox. It was 9am and he was quite taken aback to hear from him so soon, he had assumed he would have been too hung over to have given his proposal much thought. Clearly the prospect of his wife modeling like a slut had woken him up sufficiently to contact Charles. 

Charles happened to be working from home that day and had logged on from his study. At that precise moment he was sitting in his study, his red gown was open and some poor eastern European teenager was kneeling between his legs sucking on his giant 12 inch black cock. He had picked her up from the strip joint. He had left shortly after speaking to James, leaving there for him and his other white friends to leer after women that they could never have. Charles on the other hand had spotted some poor gorgeous white girl working behind the bar. He had ordered the owner to send her home with him. 

Her name was Katrina, she was eighteen from Albania and new in America. She was a poor student who had taken a bar job in a strip joint to help pay her college fees. She was in desperate need of money, and she found that this job paid very well due to the large tips. She was of course ordered to dress the part. When serving drinks she could only wear black fishnet stockings, suspenders, g-string, and a flimsy half cut lacy bra which did very little to cover her 34DD breasts. Indeed the largeness of her tips was actually in direct relation to the size of her huge tits. Her lovely long black hair and slim 5ft 8 body, which looked significantly taller in the four inch heels she was ordered to wear, made her an instant hit with the customers. 

Katrina was the image of the porn star Angel Dark. Tips were often placed in her bra in return for a fondle of her luscious breasts or a spank of her bottom. Katrina told herself that she hated all this and that the only reason why she did all this was because she desperately needed the money. Of course her pussy told her something completely different.

When Charles saw her, he knew she was the bitch that he wanted to fuck. He informed the manager who told the poor girl that she had to go home with Charles and do as he ordered. If she did not, he would see to it that her visa would be revoked and she would be sent back to Albania. She wanted to stay in America and make a future here for her husband and for her future children, so reluctantly she obeyed. She had phoned her Albanian boyfriend and fiancé, who was delivering pizza, and informed him that she would be working all night and not to worry about her. And boy did she work. Charles fucked her 4 times, twice in her virgin and once in her mouth and pussy. She had screamed for mercy but Charles had shown her none. He told her she was a whore who would love being fucked by some big black cock. And sure enough, eventually she did. Her poor fiancé, who was so tired after his 18 hour day, could never satisfy her like this brute could. After Charles had finished with her, he wanted to sleep, so she was ordered to sleep in Smith's room where he fucked her a further three times. [For more information on Smith, please read The Ivory Club]


Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 02



It was Friday 12pm and James arrived at LaGuardia airport all ready to board his Delta Airways flight to Boston. He was due to go away for the weekend on business and he was not happy about it. He was not happy about it at all. And the cause for his unhappiness was solely down to one person: his beautiful young wife, Victoria. Victoria, his 21 year old blonde trophy wife (she happened to be the image of the Romanian porn queen, Jasmine Rouge, and fucked just like her also) had told him that, regrettably, she had to stay behind because she was required to help out at church -- serving teas and teaching at the Sunday school. James and Victoria were both deeply religious people and attended church regularly and James had reluctantly agreed that this should come first. 

In normal circumstances James could cope with being away from his wife for one weekend, however these were not normal circumstances. The last week had been the most amazing for James, and this was exclusively down to what had gone on in the bedroom. James, at 41 years old, had experienced the most amazing week of sex in his life. His wife had been insatiable in the bedroom, wanting to be constantly fucked and becoming something of a whore in the sack. He had put it all down to the explicit black porn that his lawyer, Charles Jackson, had given to them. 

The previous weekend Charles had sent over a pornographic film of a poor white schoolgirl being gangbanged by a couple of corrupt black cops. The film was explicit, hardcore and utterly compelling and it had sent him and his wife over the edge in excitement. As a result they had fucked like rabbits all week. Even Victoria's sinful admission, in a moment of passion, of wanting to be fucked by some big black cock, could not prevent James from banging and enjoying his wife. Whilst she had admitted to finding the sight of a couple of huge blacks dominating and abusing a poor eighteen year old a turn on -- who wouldn't? -- she had convinced him that it didn't necessarily mean that she actually wanted be unfaithful.

Each day during that week they had fucked and fucked and it seemed that each day his wife got hornier and hornier and dirtier and dirtier. James could not explain it but as the week had progressed, his wife wanted things to go up level on the filth stakes. Monday: he walked in after work and she got on her knees and gave him a blow job; Tuesday: dressed in her skimpy bikini outfit, she had fucked him in the kitchen; Wednesday: dressed in her little tennis outfit, with Charles's porno film playing in the lounge, she had leant over a chair and allowed him to fuck her from behind and, when he was about to cum, she had got on to her knees and allowed him to ejaculate into her mouth (she had never before allowed him to insert his cock into her mouth after it had been in her pussy); and finally, yesterday, when he came home, Victoria was just dressed in her heels and black hold up stockings, was sitting in the lounge watching the porno film, legs spread open and she was fucking herself with the black dildo that she had bought the previous weekend. She got up, leant over a chair so her arse was raised, spread her legs and implored her husband to fuck her from behind. He duly obliged, but then she asked him to spank her, to call her a naughty bitch. This had caused James to immediately cum but the thought of spanking his wife for the first time had kept his six inch dick hard. He duly spanked her. She then asked to be spanked harder. 

She had clearly become a horny bitch who wanted to be fucked harder and harder. James had hoped this daily progression into filth could have continued on into the weekend in a plush five star hotel in Boston. Alas the church had intervened and James would have to wait until Monday. Victoria had consoled him by saying that after a whole weekend without sex, imagine how horny she would be? This had, to some extent consoled him. So it was not with a little reluctance that James proceeded to check in.

Two hours later, James still had not boarded his plane. Bad weather in Boston had delayed the flight. Reports suggested that it would not be until late that evening before they would be able to take off. James had little desire in hanging around the airport for much longer, not when he had a horny wife at home waiting to fuck him silly. Picking up his phone, he called his secretary to tell her about his change of plans, Boston could wait until next week.

He hailed a cab to take him home. He was only 30 minutes away and dialled his wife to tell her the good news. There was no answer, she was probably out or more likely in the swimming pool. No problem, he would surprise her. On the way back, he ordered the driver to stop at a store, flowers and a bottle of champagne were required, a nice romantic evening was on the cards.

In no time the cab pulled up at his house. Being rich, the house was naturally big, with a long drive way leading up to the entrance. He told the driver to stop at the road, no need to go all the way up the drive and incur more cost. The rich did not stay rich by being frivolous with their money. He paid the driver, collected his flowers and champagne and made his way up. 

Once he got to the top of the drive he noticed that, along with his wife's car, there was a large white van parked. Initially he was surprised but then he remembered that they were having work done in the garden and he had hired a couple of gardeners. He had not yet himself met them in person, he left for the office too early and came back too late, but Victoria had assured him that they were doing a great job. He had spoken to them on the phone yesterday about a couple of issues but he did need to talk to them again. He had noticed that, having made a good start at the beginning of the week, the progress in the garden had tapered off. So much so he was sure that nothing had really been achieved since Tuesday. Now was a good opportunity to have a word, either they bucked up or they would be replaced. James had no time for slackers. 

So, rather than going through the front door, he walked around the house to the back garden. When he got there, he saw that no one was around. Where the fuck were they? He was paying thee guys a lot of money not for them to slack off. They were probably inside, chatting to Victoria. She was too soft, they were paying these guys by the hour not to chat about rose bushes, but to plant them. James would sort this out. With the determination that many a foe in the boardroom had come to experience, James entered the house through the back door and made his way to the lounge where he assumed his wife and the gardeners were.

The entrance to the lounge could be found off a long corridor and as James stormed his way down to the lounge, he saw that the door was half open. He did not even get to the door before he heard voices. The voice was that of a man, James assumed it was one of the gardeners. He could not make out what he was saying but he seemed to be speaking in quite a harsh tone to his wife. Well this would not do, he was a gardener and his wife was married to a multi millionaire. He would have to learn a little respect. James decided that he would need to be fired.

As James was about to burst open the door, he froze. He froze because he could now clearly hear what the gardener was saying. And he was not talking about roses.

"That's it bitch, suck my cock. Good girl, you need to suck more of my cock. Good, suck it all, you managed to suck it all yesterday. That's it, your nose is right up against my balls, take it all down. You love my cock, don't you, you dirty bitch?"

Muffled sounds followed.

James walked slowly up to the half open door and, very carefully, he peered around to take a look at what was going on.

The sight that was presented to him was, quite simply, the most distressing thing he had ever seen in his life. In the middle of the room was his wife, she was kneeling on the floor and standing in front of her was a huge old black man. He looked like he was at was at least 65 years old. His hair was still black -- although that was probably down to hair dye since he also had a grey goatie beard. He was at least 6ft 4, and, as a man who did manual labour for a living, was well built. He was looking down at his wife with an evil grin because, at that very moment, she was sucking on his cock and, since her nose was pressed up right up against his hairy scrotum, it was clear to James that his wife was sucking on all of his cock. She appeared to be looking up at him and was holding on to him by clenching on to his tight buttock cheeks.

The sight was made more disgusting (from James's perspective) because Victoria's big 36DD tits were hanging out of her flimsy light blue cotton summer dress. They were red, no doubt because they had been roughly fondled and it was clear that she had not bothered to wear a bra. The dress seemed very tight and seemed to be very short, he had never seen her wear it before. She also had on five inch blue heels and what looked like flesh coloured stockings. 

James felt like he had been stabbed through the heart with a dagger. The woman he loved and who had sworn on the bible to be faithful to him was committing a disgusting act of sexual infidelity with another man. And to make it worse, a black man! He felt like this act of betrayal could kill him.

He then realised that he had as yet not been spotted by the couple since, from James's perspective, he got a view of the couple in profile and neither of them were looking at him. He also noticed that there was another man in the room. He was sitting in a big leather arm chair, his back to James, and was starring directly at the couple. By the movements of his arm, it looked like he was wanking himself off.

James was about to burst in to confront the group when his wife started to remove her mouth, ever so slowly, from the man's cock. There gradually emerged, to James's horror, the biggest, blackest cock he had ever seen. It was huge. By the time she reached the plumb, it must have been at least 13 inches in length -- on a par with Sergeant Smith's cock in the porno flick - and it was as wide as a beer can. It was a monstrous dick that his wife was being forced to serve.

For some reason this stopped James in his tracks. Did he want to see more?

"That's it, my dear, suck ole Jessie's cock nice and slowly. Oh yes, you are learning how to be a real good cock sucker. Now I want you to reach down and gently massage my old balls. That's it, oh yes, give them a nice gentle squeeze. Feel how big they are, feel how much spunk there is for you. You will be swallowing all of it very soon..."

Jessica was now using one hand to gently massage Jessie's big hairy black sack whilst she carried on sucking the great big cock. All the while she looked up at him, in a dutiful, slave like fashion. She then started to move her head up and down his great black pole, causing her big tits to wobble deliciously and she made muffled gagging noises as the cock slid effortlessly in and out of her throat.

James's mind was telling him to storm into the room, confront his wife and the men and be dammed with the consequences. The men may have been able to kick the shit out of him, if it came to that, but there was more at stake than a possible beating -- there was pride, honour and dignity for starters. No man should tolerate his wife being unfaithful to him, especially to an old black peasant. Why in the good old days he would have had him, and his family, lynched!

However James's body was not moving, it was not responding to the sensible instructions coming from his brain -- he was being betrayed by his wife, action needed to be taken. He needed to avenge this slur on his honour. But then why was his dick rock hard? My God, was he turned on by what he was watching? Was he really a sick old cuckhold who got off on watching his wife fuck other men? This could not be true, could it?

To contemplate this dilemma, instead of storming in and seeking out a confrontation, James, moved very slowly away from the entrance of the door and stood behind it. This way, unless anyone came into the room he was in, it would be almost impossible for anyone to see him. Also, since this was a very old house, the door was antique and there were large cracks in it. James could look through and get a clear view of proceedings without ever being spotted. James had decided that he needed a few seconds to decide how he was going to take things forward. And it would give him another opportunity to see his wife suck on some big black cock. Sadly for him, he was thinking with his cock, not his brain.

And this was clearly good news for Jessie since it was clear by his loud groans that he was revelling in the situation. Victoria was blowing the old man as if her life depended on it. She moved her head up and down his dick, always making sure she took in all of his length. Jessie, was gently stroking her head, willing her on, willing her on to be a good cock sucker.

"Oh my dear, you are a good bitch, you are making good old Jessie real happy by satisfying his big old black cock. Tell me how much you like it, tell me how much you like to suck my cock."

Victoria, at first, did not say anything, she merely slowly removed Jessie's cock from her mouth, and instead started to rub it with one of her small hands and play with his big black balls. She looked up at him in that subservient white bitch fashion and replied, "Please do not make me answer that question, I love my husband, you know how much I hate doing this..."

James was transfixed by the unfolding events. If the bitch loved him and hated sucking black cock, why was she on her god damm fucking knees, with her tits hanging out of her dress, rubbing and sucking a black man's cock and looking like she was loving every minute of it? Was this act of a reluctant whore designed for both the man and the woman's pleasure? Did this brute enjoy the act of fucking a reluctant bitch, raping her almost, forcing his sexual pleasure on a woman who has no choice but to submit? And did she want to be the subservient whore who, despite deep down enjoyed being unfaithful, wanted to come across as a reluctant participant so, in some perverse way, it would make her acts of infidelity more easy to bear?

James was to discover that the answer to those both questions was a resounding "yes".

"Bitch, you love it. You did not need much persuasion today to suck my cock, did you? And you knew after yesterday that if you came here, dressed like a whore, this was inevitable, didn't you?"

Victoria still did not answer and was instead planting sweet little kisses all over Jessie's giant black cock and paid homage to the monster she was being forced to serve. She looked up at him and, in a hushed tone that was barely audible to her hidden husband, replied, "P-please, don't make me admit it, I don't really want to do this, I can't help myself, it is just that your cock is sooo big..."

Jessie laughed, "Admit it bitch, tell me how much you like to suck my cock tell me how much bigger it is than your husband's." Jessie wanted to press home his advantage and to truly humiliate and dominate this slut.

But still Victoria would not answer. She merely continued to kiss and lick his cock. Her actions in many ways spoke louder than words, but this was clearly not enough for her attacker. He wanted her to admit that she was a whore for black cock. Only that way would her humiliation be complete. So, Jessie grabbed her long blonder hair and yanked her head back, "Answer me, bitch. You answer your Master when spoken to me, do I make myself clear?"

This act of violence made Victoria scream, and she very quickly replied. "Y-yes, Sir. I love to suck big black cock. It is so much bigger than my husband's, indeed my husband's is not worthy of comparison, or can be called a cock when compared to what you posses. Please, Sir, allow me to continue to serve you. Please allow me to be your slut..."

"Good, good, now, suck me off until I cum, and like yesterday, I want you to drink every last drop of my precious juice. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Master..." And with that, Victoria once more opened her mouth and allowed Jessie to fuck her there.

James still could not believe what was happening to him, or to his wife. His wife, despite the lame act of reluctance, was happily allowing another man to brutally fuck her mouth, and it was clear that the bitch had been unfaithful to him before. 

And yesterday after she had sucked these men's cocks, she had made love, passionate love, to him and he had thought that her libido had been down to him and the black porn. But no, she had taken it one step further and her being attitude was down to the fact that she had been receiving a good seeing to by the black gardeners. And not only that, he had kissed her black spunk infested mouth. The thought made him feel sick. But at the same time, his cock had never felt as hard. 

Looking back through the door at his wife sucking of another man's cock, he decided to carry on being a voyeur...

Victoria once more had all of Jessie's cock down her throat, but Jessie had now leant over her head and was pulling up her skirt to reveal her perfectly formed arse. Naturally the bitch had on stockings and suspenders, she was dressed like a good slut. Even from the angle that the couple offered, James could now see that her arse was a deep shade of red. Clearly she had already been punished by these men before he had arrived. He then noticed that on the table next to the couple, there were a couple of devices that he assumed were for the punishment of a wilful wife's little bottom. The first looked like a table tennis bat but was in fact a paddle. The other was a man's belt. He correctly surmised that these instruments had been used on his wife to punish her, to make her scream and to make her arse red for her captors. And she had clearly let them. 

This fact was too much for the poor voyeur and as such, James removed his dick from his pants and started to rub himself off. 

As he did, Jessie began to spank his wife's arse.

"You may be my whore, but you are still a fucking dirty white whore. You need to be regularly punished, don't you? You like to be punished. You like to feel my hand on your arse. Admit it, admit how naughty you are and how you like the feel of a big black hand on that young white bottom of yours."

Victoria said nothing but continued to vigorously suck Jessie's cock and gently play with his plum size balls. Her groans made it clear to all that she derived great pleasure from having her bottom spanked. As a result, Jessie spanked her harder, he too was groaning and he was getting close, 

Once more Victoria removed the cock and, as she replied, started to lick his balls "Ooooh, that hurts, you are really hurting my poor white bottom. Oooh you are making it red, Master, you are making my bottom all red and sore by spanking it hard. Master, be gentle..."

"Shut up bitch, and suck my cock until I cum down your fucking throat. Ahhh that's it, bitch, suck all of it..."

Jessie then grabbed the bitch's head and started to fuck her mouth, there was no finesse or tenderness. He just brutally took his pleasure in her mouth. All that could be heard were Jessie's groans and the gagging noises coming out of Victoria's mouth. His big black balls started to bang up again her chin and saliva dribbled out of her mouth on to her bouncing tits.

James watched, transfixed, through the next door. His wife was allowing a black man to fuck her mouth and she loved it. She had allowed a man to spank her bottom, and she clearly loved that also. He should go and stop this, try and save his marriage, instead, he furiously rubbed his penis. His head may be telling him to save his marriage but his dick was telling him to watch his wife accept another man's spunk in her mouth.




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 02



"Oooh bitch, that is good. I am close. I am close. I am close. Suck me hard, oh fuck yes I am cumming, oooh bitch, take my fucking spunk you dirty whore..."

Jessie threw his head back and held on to Victoria's head as he thrust her head on to his cock and came. 

"Oh yes my dear, oh yes, you are a good bitch. You are a good cock sucker."

As Jessie emptied his load down the young wife's mouth, Victoria swallowed all that was offered and continued to suck. This went on for a good minute, long after Jessie had finished ejaculating. Victoria seemed to be paying further homage to the great man's cock and only once she was sure there was no spunk left and her Master was fully sated did she allowed his cock to fall away from her mouth.

Victoria looked up at him and, in a childish pleading sort of way asked, "Master, I hope I satisfied you? I hope I sucked your cock well?"

Jessie, like you would do to a young child, kindly patted her head. "Yes, yes my dear, you sucked my cock well. Oh yes, you are very good at that. Ohh my..." Jessie replied in a fatherly way, he seemed to be a little exhausted from all the events and was no longer as intimidating as he had been a few seconds before. He then took out from his overalls a hanky and mopped his brow, all this fucking had causes him to sweat a little. Victoria remained dutifully on her knees, clearly she was waiting for the next command.

James, who was still wanking himself off, thought that this was surely the time to burst in on his wife and confront her unfaithfulness and specifically being a black cock sucking whore. She was a bitch, and he would tell her.

Disturbingly for James, his legs still did not move although his hand did since it was still rubbing his dick. That sadly told him everything -- he was a cuckhold and wanted to watch his wife fuck another man, especially a black man. He secretly knew he wanted this when he had watched all that porn -- watching all those big black cocks cruelly fuck that schoolgirl had made him wonder how his wife would take to such a fucking. He was now finding out, as his wife remained on her knees in the room next door, awaiting the next round of abuse. He knew that the men had just got going with Victoria and they were far from finished with abusing that once poor young innocent white body. 

James once more looked through the door to see what else his slut of a wife would do...

Victoria had remained on her knees and the man who was still sitting in the couch, playing with himself, spoke for the first time.

"My dear, now come over here and ask me nicely if you can suck on Amos's big old black cock. The way you sucked off old Jessie makes me think that you like sucking big black cocks, which we all know you do". 

He spoke well, much better than Jessie. James then remembered that it was Amos with whom he had always spoken to on the phone. He was the owner of the gardening company, the man who would be supervising the work. Told him he was an ex-corporate banker who got tired of the Wall St. life and had instead gone into gardening. 

Victoria slowly got up and, as ordered, tottered over to the seated gentleman. She did not lower her skirt or make any attempt to cover up her exposed breasts. Bearing in mind she was now fully displaying her arse, pvvsy, and tits to these old men, she was effectively naked. 

James noted how difficult she found it to walk, at first he put it down to her tight dress gathered at her waist, but then he saw that she had on the highest pair of heels he had ever seen. The heels at least 5 inches high and he had never seen his wife wear such a pair of shoes. So along with the slutty tight dress, she had clearly, in the last few days, gone out and bought an outfit purely for the pleasure of these black men. James was also convinced that she would have had no intention of allowing him to view such an outfit. This was purely a black man's fuck outfit. Bitch, he thought.

The heels toned her legs and raised her buttocks up even higher than usual. They looked fantastic. She understandably found it very difficult to walk in her heels and she very carefully made her way over to Amos. 

James could also tell that her dress was tight, possibly too tight considering the way it clung to her tiny waist. It seemed to button up at the front, from her midriff up to what would have been her low plunging neckline. But it was now completely unbuttoned, allowing her big tits to be fully on display to her audience. James wondered how she could have possibly managed to button it up considering that her tits, at 36DD, would have been bursting for release. He concluded that the dress must have been a size too small, at least, and she must have worn it at the behest of these men. And yet she would never have worm such an outfit if he, her husband, had have asked her to. Bitch. 

Once she was standing in front of Amos, she clasped her hands in front of her and demurely looked down and said nothing. James noticed that his wife was adopting the exact same pose that Jessica had adopted in the p0rmo film that both he and his wife had watched a hundred or so times. She was imitating the submissive schoolgirl. Like her, she wanted to serve and fuck black men. Bitch.

"Victoria, my darling, please ask me nicely if you can suck my big black cock." Amos said, in a sweet but firm voice. Clearly he was playing the nice old uncle type, no doubt when she started to suck him, he would become the domineering black bastard. 

Victoria said nothing.

"Come on my dear, you know you want to..."

"P-please Sir, I am married, I don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to have to suck your big black cock. They are so big. They stretch my mouth. You promised me that I would only have to suck Jessie and then you would let me go. Oh please Sir, please don't make me do this..."

The bitch was once more playing the role of a reluctant white whore, despite all the evidence to the contrary that she wanted to be a sex slave for these men. It was also apparent to all the men in the house that she needed to act out this little charade in order to satisfy her conscience that she was a reluctant participant and was doing all she could to be faithful. Of course the reality was totally different. As James would discover (not only now but from past events), she desperately wanted to be a whore for these black gentlemen. 

Amos laughed, he was quite happy to play along with Victoria's little game, aware that it added to the sexual tension for all those involved. He liked to fuck a reluctant bitch, and she liked to play the poor little victim. It was perfect for everyone. Apart from James, of course.

"That did not stop you from sucking our cocks yesterday, did it now Victoria? You were married yesterday, were you not?" Amos said in response to Victoria's pathetic pleas.

"Oh but Sir, you tricked me, you forced me Sir, I did not want to..."

"Nonsense, my dear, we did no such thing. You could forgive a girl for making a mistake once, and then regretting it, but you went on to suck our cocks for a further four times in total! And you allowed us to spank your bottom, yesterday and today. You loved it. You can't get enough, you dirty little t@rt..."

"Oh, but Sir..."

"No my dear, I do not want hear another word. I mean just look at how you have dressed for us, not just today but all week. Admit it, you have dressed to please us, to please your new black Masters."

"No..."

"Of course you have, you silly girl. When I told you yesterday that I wanted you to wear something tighter, and to always wear suspenders with your stockings, look what you did. You went out especially to buy an outfit to please me, didn't you?" 

Amos paused and waited for a response. Victoria was still looking downwards. A few seconds passed, she was clearly mulling over whether to answer the question truthfully. Then, raising her head she replied, "Yes, Sir, I did, Sir."

"What did you do, Victoria?"

"I went out and bought an outfit to please my black Masters." 

"Good. And admit you spent all week dressing to please your black Masters in the hope we would seduce and fuck you."

Again Victoria paused for a few seconds before replying, "Yes, Sir, it is true, SirI spent all week thinking about you, and dressing in a way that I knew would appeal to you and Jessie. I wanted you to seduce me..."

"Exactly my dear, and that is why you did not travel with your husband James to Boston because you wanted to stay here and be fucked by some big black cock and to be fucked properly for the first time in your life. Admit it, bitch!"

"Yes, Sir, I mean no Sir, oh Sir I don't think I want this anymore. I love my husband. I want to be faithful to my husband. I don't think I want to be unfaithful with your big black cocks. They are so big, and this is so wrong..."

"Nonsense, my dear! You love it. Now, I won't ask you again, but I want you to ask me, ever so nicely, if you can suck on my big black cock. If you do not, Jessie and I will walk out of here, and you will never have the chance to feel what it is like to be fucked properly, to feel what it is like to have your pussy stretched like you deserve it to be stretched."

The tension in the room was mounting and next door, James waited with baited breath. Was this the moment that his wife would extricate herself from this nightmare, when she would regain her senses and realise that her marriage was the most important thing? Was this the moment when she would come back to her husband, call him up, beg him to return from his trip so they could make wild passionate love and she would forget all about these horrible men? 

James's brain willed her to make such a decision, he would of course forgive her, would not even have to tell her that he knew she sucked these black men off. He would put it down to a one off. 

So James desperately looked through the crack in the door, willing his wife to make the correct decision and thus resolve his dilemma over what he should do in such awful circumstances. 

Victoria had remained motionless, she just stood in the room, her naked tits were heaving up and down as she pondered the dilemma. As she did, she continued to look downwards, but then James realised that she was not looking at the floor, as he first thought, but was looking into Amos's lap. She was eyeing up his great cock as she decided what to do next. 

Jessie and meanwhile gone and sat down in a chair to the side of Amos and was starring at the delightful Victoria. His cock was still hanging out of his pants, relatively limp and was putting it back into his pants, and then zipped him self up. He was finished, for now.

Victoria then looked up at Amos and, licking her full luscious red lips, replied in a soft, sweet tone, "Sir, please Sir, may I suck your big black cock? May I suck on until you cum down my married white mouth?"

"Of course you may, you naughty bitch. Now kneel before your Master and do as you are told ..."

Victoria once more dutifully obliged and, getting down on her knees, she knelt between Amos's spread legs, placed her hands on each one and, without any further question or hesitation, opened her mouth and allowed his huge black cock to enter.

James felt that this had been his wife's last chance to save herself and her last chance to preserve for them, some sort of dignified marriage. Instead all that was left was a sham where she preferred big black dick and he, for his sins, preferred to watch her suck big black dick. Bitch.

Regrettably, all he could see now was her head bobbing up and down since Amos was sitting with his back to him. Amos had placed his hands on the back of her head and was gently guiding her, not that it looked like she needed much guidance, she had become such a black cock sucking whore. 

"Oh yes, suck that big black cock, you fucking bitch. The moment we met, I knew you wanted to suck my cock. Once you go black, you never go back. Didn't you know that, my beautiful sweet cock sucking whore? Look up at me, that's it, always look up at me when you suck me off. You may not have done that with your husband but you will always look up at your black Master when you suck his cock. Oh yes..."

Amos now leant back and put his hands behind his head as he allowed Victoria to dp all the work. All you could hear now were Amos's groans of pleasure and the unmistakable gagging noise of a bitch who had too much black cock in her mouth. 

James, who was still looking through the door, could not yet bring himself to burst in and stop his wife from committing these disgusting acts of sexual infidelity with another man, and a black man at that. He was still too busy rubbing himself off, and he was disgusted by this. Despite his best efforts, he found the whole thing so unbelievably arousing. His wife may be a disgusting whore, but he somehow derived a certain sick pleasure from it. Bitch.

Amos started to groan louder.

"Oh that's it bitch, suck my cock hard, take it all the way down. Oh good girl, play with my balls, that's it, squeeze them nice and gently. Oh God, I am close, oh you fucking whore, I am close, you are going to suck me dry. Oh you fucking whore, that is so good. That is so good. Agggh, that's it, bitch, take all of my spunk you dirty fucking whore ..."

And as Amos came down young Victoria's throat, her husband, who unbeknown to her was hidden next door and was watching her being unfaithful, also came. He came as the man who was fucking his wife's mouth came. However, whereas James came all over his hand and his expensive Armani suit, Amos was in the privileged position of cumming down his wife's young tight mouth and she made sure that he would not suffer the indignity of having any of his cum over his clothes since she swallowed every last drop.

And as with Jessie, long after Amos had finished cumming, Victoria continued to suck off Amos, making sure that if there was any spunk left, it would end up in her mouth. 

"Oh, my dear, that was delightful, you may stop now and take a rest. Oh yes..." After a few seconds, Victoria, seemingly reluctantly, let Amos's great 12 inch black cock slip out of her mouth. As she did she licked her lips.

James, having cum all over his hands and suit, frantically used his silk handkerchief to clean up the mess. His wife had caused some of his spunk to stain his $5000 suit. Bitch.

He quickly decided that now was the time to storm in and put a stop to all of this. The debauched proceedings had clearly come to an end and everyone, including himself, had taken their pleasure. But he was now ready to put a stop to all this, to confront his wife and see if there was a way forward. 

As he readied himself for the attack, he took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the door and was all set to burst in and be the big man when he heard his whore of a wife speak...

"Oh my what, have I done..."

This made him stop. Maybe he should hang back for a few seconds and hear what the bitch had to say for herself. Some sort of regret may help him reconcile things. So once more, he did nothing but look through the door...

"It is alright my dear, you are just fulfilling your destiny. Your destiny has always been to become a whore for black cock. You may not have known it before, but you certainly know it now." Amos spoke once more in a reassuring kind manner and in a way that was easy for Victoria to become comfortable with whatever this evil man had to say. "You know you want to serve these black dicks, to dress in a way that will please your black Masters and to be unfaithful to your poor loving husband. Don't you?"

"Oh Sir, p-please Sir..."

"Listen my dear, why don't you stand up, your must be getting a little sore, having been on your knees for the past half hour, sucking both our cocks. There, stand up in front of me."

Victoria obediently began to rise up so she was standing in front of him. James once more had a full view of his semi naked wife. As she got up, he could see her wiping her lips with her fingers, he assumed (correctly) that she was cleaning off remnants of Amos's ejaculation. She then put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them off. He noted that she clearly preferred the taste of black spunk to his. Bitch.

Once she was standing upright she made a movement to pull her skirt down, to cover up her beautiful fully shaved white pussy but Amos put his hand up in an indication for her to stop. 

"My dear, what do you think you are doing?"

"Well, I thought that since I had sucked off both your cocks, you were finished with me and I could cover myself up?"

"My dear, never assume anything when you are in our presence. You may have had a free mind in the presence of your pitiful husband, but in the presence of your Masters, you will always do what we tell you. Do I make myself clear, bitch?"

Victoria, going red and looking down, replied in a faint whisper, barely audible to James, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, now did I give you an order to cover up your naked married white pussy?"

"No, Sir, you did not."

"Then, do you think I want you to cover up your naked married white pussy, or your beautiful big married white breasts, for that matter?"

"No Sir, I don't. I think you still want to look at them. I am sorry Sir, I will never disobey you again."

James was getting a hard on once more. Any ideas he had of storming in were put to one side. His dick had again taken over.

"Good, I may need to punish you later for you insolence. Now, put your hands behind your back and look at me when I talk to you."

Victoria obeyed and this naturally caused her big tits to thrust out aggressively. James thought he had never seen them look so big, but maybe that was because he had never ordered her to put her hands behind her back and become a submissive bitch for him. He also noted that her nipples looked like pink missiles, they had become so erect. She was so obviously in a heightened state of arousal and, at a level, that James could not possibly cause. Bitch.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, we were discussing your destiny to become a whore and a white slave for black cock. Now, I don't want to go into detail on what has gone on here in the past few days, but it has been clear to both Jessie and I, since the moment we arrived on Monday, that you had the makings of a submissive slut and you have clearly done nothing to dissuade us of that fact, have you? Indeed, in the past week you have dressed more and more provocatively, you have allowed us to first molest your pussy and tits, to spank your bottom, you then sucked our cocks. Then you allowed me, without any question on your part, to force you over that table and for me to whip your bottom. And then you once more sucked both our big black cocks in total disregard to the vows you took when you got married. 

"In addition to all of this wanton behaviour, which I will tell you my dear, I would never countenance my wife committing, you have sent your poor loving husband off on a business trip, alone, when any half decent wife would have wanted to join him. And you did this with the sole purpose of serving big black dick.

"Now, Victoria, what does that make you?"

Victoria said nothing. Amos was clearly taking great delight in humiliating her by making reference to the disgraceful way she had behaved as a supposedly loving white wife, notwithstanding the fact that her disgraceful behaviour was at the behest and direction of these two ruthless black men. If only Amos knew that his devastating analysis of Victoria was also being heard by her poor husband who, in utter humiliation and defeat, hid behind the door just a few feet away. 

James was rapidly losing the strength for any confrontation. What could he do? He realised that the battle was all but lost. Even if he stormed in and threw these bastards out of his house, nothing could now possibly change since Victoria would always be lured by the power of big black dick. He and his little six inch pecker could never possibly compete with what black men had to offer. 




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 02



Routed to the spot in utter despondency, James continued to watch the death of his marriage. 

Victoria had still not uttered a single word in response to Amos's devastating critique of her whorish behaviour, she looked over at Jessie who said nothing but just cruelly starred back. There was no sympathy for her from any quarter.

Finally, with no escape offered, she gave the only answer that her wanton behaviour justified. "Sir, it makes me a whore."

"Ha ha, yes, it does make you a whore, but what type of whore does it make you, Victoria?"

Once more in a faint whisper, "It makes me a black cock loving whore, Sir."

"Yes, Victoria, that is exactly what it makes you. And you want to become a black cock loving whore, don't you? You want to go down a path where Jessie and I are your black Masters, where you will do what we say, fuck us when we want, dress for us as we want, come and visit us when we want and if we so desire, fuck our friends."

Victoria shook her head. "I don't know, I don't know if this is what I want? I want to be a good wife, I love James, but your cocks. They are so big. They are so powerful. They make my pussy so wet. Oh, please, I don't know what I want..."

James saw that in response to his wife's almost incoherent babbling, Amos turned his head towards Jessie and just nodded. No words were spoken and yet Jessie seemed to know exactly what to do. Jessie stood up and James could see that his dick was straining at his pants. He was once more ready. He walked over to the table which was just behind Victoria and where the paddle, belt and Victoria's thong lay and picked up something else, something that James had missed. It was a pair of metal handcuffs.

"My dear, I feel your pain. It must be difficult to come to terms with your destiny, to come to terms with the fact that you were born to serve black men, to serve their giant cocks and to worship at their feet. But you will understand this better once we have finally managed to fuck that tight married white pussy of yours. Once you have the feeling of a giant black cock fucking you properly for the first time, you will belong to us and you will love it. 

"After all, we did warn you yesterday that if you came back for more, more of the rough treatment you so obviously crave and need, we would have no choice but to fuck you and to fuck you hard. You were warned that this would be your fate. You had the choice to run off to James, to be in his loving arms, to make gentle love to him as you always have. And yet you did not do this. 

"Instead, as we ordered, you went out shopping and purchased an outfit just for us. We told you that the outfit had to be short and tight. It had to be tighter and shorter than anything your husband had seen. We wanted you in heels that were the highest you possessed and we always wanted you in stockings and suspenders. Yesterday you just wore hold ups, that was not good enough for me and we note, with approval, that you heeded my advice. We also told you that when you dressed for us we did not want to see you in clothes that your husband had seen before. You had to learn how to dress in order to please a black man.

"And today, dressed exactly how I ordered, and I thank you for that, you came and offered your married white body to us, to do as we pleased knowing full well that your mouth would be insufficient for our needs. You knew full well that by staying here with us, that we would need to fuck your pussy, to go where no man has gone before and to make you truly a whore for black cock. And there is nothing you can do to stop this, is there Victoria?"

Victoria sadly shook her head in agreement. Clearly, in the presence of two such dominating big black men, there was nothing Victoria could do, James thought. She was at their mercy, and would have no choice but to serve their big black cocks. 

But there was something James could do, he could put an end to this right now. He could storm in, make his way to the dresser over in the corner where he kept his gun and force them out. He would have no hesitation in using it either. The police favoured the whites and they would believe him when he said it was all in self defence, he had to kill these two men because they were about to rape his wife. He was well connected and there is no way he would go down. Fuck, the Republican Party and NIRA would probably give him a God damm medal for putting away another two niggers!

But despite all of this, his legs did not move. His brain was being overpowered by that burning sensation in his dick, that burning sensation to keep quiet and to see his wife get fucked by these black men. To see and hear her being dominated and fucked in a brutal way, a way that she wanted to be fucked. And in a way that he wanted her to be fucked. It was, after all, what sick voyeurs/cuckholds craved to see. And he had to accept that Victoria had, somehow, with the silent collaboration of Charles Jackson, made him become like this. Bitch. But God damm, what a horny fucking slut of a Bitch she was!

Meanwhile Jessie had now picked up the handcuffs and was making his way over to Victoria. Once he got there, he stood behind her and waited. She remained motionless, aware that he was behind her, his intimidating presence making her feel scared, but she did not do anything since she had not been given permission to move.

Amos continued to lecture the poor wife. "Dear dear Victoria. My poor bitch. The transformation from loving wife to black cock loving whore can sometimes be a trying experience, even for the biggest of sluts. But as I said, once you have experienced our cocks, you will not go back. Now, I think we will fuck you."

Jessie took this a cue to fully restrain their poor victim. He took the handcuffs and, quickly and smoothly, put them on Victoria's wrist and clicked them secure.

"Oh, p-please, this is not right. I so want to be a good wife, but..."

"But you want to be fucked by some big bad black cock. It is ok, my dear, it is understandable that you are feeling some fear. You have never serviced such big weapons before so your apprehension is entirely understandable. I wish I could say that we would be gentle with you, but I think you need it rough and you need it hard. In essence, you need to be fucked like a whore.

"Now, as you did when you sucked me off, I want you to ask us both, very nicely, if we will do you the honour of fucking you with our big black cocks." 

Victoria, hands tied behind her back, dress raised to reveal her stockings, suspenders and shaved. pussy, dress unbuttoned at the front to allow her tits to hang out in all their glory, was a picture of a defeated submissive bitch. And she knew it. Licking her lips, she looked down at her Master and replied, "Sirs, please fuck me with your big black cocks. Please fuck me hard. Please fuck me like the bitch whore that I am and make me your sex slave. It is true, my married pussy needs your big black cocks. I need to be dominated and fucked in a way that my husband can't possibly manage. I am yours to do with as you please."

It was an unconditional victory for the black man and an unconditional defeat for her white husband who, cowering behind the door, had given up on trying to reverse the inevitable victory for these thugs. 

In surrender, he rubbed his cock. Bitch... 

Amos now stood up. James saw that he was another huge black thug. He was the same height as Jessie, but was slightly broader and more muscular. Like Jessie he was wearing a blue workman's overall and his massive muscular arms were bear. He was bald but had a greying goatie beard. He looked to be the same age -- at around 65. He had a terrifying air about him and was also probably not afraid to use violence if necessary. James was glad he had not stormed in and confronted these men, men who had taken ownership of his wife. 

Both men towered over Victoria, notwithstanding her five inch heels. Amos looked down and, licking his lips, said "My dear, I think we will take you upstairs where you will have the honour of fucking us in your bedroom and in the bed where you and your pathetic husband make love."

"Oh please, stop being cruel to poor James. I will fuck you, but please do not be rude to the man I love..."

Amos cruelly laughed. "My dear, how else do you describe a man who cannot satisfy his woman? Do you think any of our wives have played around? Of course not, because we have satisfied them at home. They know what they get they will not find elsewhere. Mind you, my wife is not worth fucking these days, so old and tired she has become. Today, it is prime young white meat that I eat -- women whose little husbands are not able to please them. 

"Now, I am sure you love James, and will always love him. But, despite your love you want to fuck us, don't you?

"Yes." Victoria whispered.

"And it is right that we fuck you in your marital bed, the bed you share with the man you love. Just so you appreciate the extent of your betrayal and, as you lie there, taking our massive cocks in your tight pussy, you will be able to smell and see James and you will then know what a complete and utter whore you have become. Now come on, let's get moving."

Amos then grabbed Victoria by one of her pinned arms and led her towards the front of the house where the stairs were. Luckily for James he was hidden at the back of the house and would not be detected. He was humiliated by the exchange, how could his bitch of a wife be worried about Amos offending James when she was about to accept his dick in her married pussy? Bitch.

James watched her being led out, Amos held on to her arm whilst Jessie placed his hand on her arse and gently squeezed it. It was clear that she was their property now and they were taking her up to his bedroom to do whatever they wanted to do with her and there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

However, he could go upstairs and see if he could find out what happened! It was a risk. He could easily get caught. And then what? His brain told him to get out and hire the best divorce lawyer in town. His dick told him to go upstairs, take the risk, and watch his wife get fucked by some big black cock. 

Of course, his dick won the day.

He waited for a minute or so, that should give them plenty of time to make it upstairs to his bedroom. Zipping up his still erect six inch penis, he grabbed his bag and flowers and, ever so quietly, made his way upstairs to his bedroom. His mansion had a long winding wooden stairs and it took him a while to climb up, all the time he made sure no one could hear him. 

Once he approached the landing, he needed to take a right to his bedroom, which was the last one down the corridor. He would have to be careful, if the door was open they might see him and that would probably put an end to his wife's fucking. And he did not want that. He wanted to find out if she could submit her body to such a fucking. He knew that what she was about to experience would be rough, violent and vicious -- ie everything that he could not give.

As he peered around the corner, he saw that his bedroom door was closed. That was good and bad -- good because there was less chance of being caught -- and bad because he would not be able to see anything. Unlike the door downstairs, there were no cracks or even a door key to peer into. Still, at least he could hear what happened. So, with that in mind, he carefully made his way to his bedroom where normally he and his wife would make love. Now it was being used for an entirely different purpose. As he approached he could hear Amos's voice...

"That's it bitch, slowly suck my cock, get it nice and ready for your pussy. I want it nice and hard so I can stretch that hole of yours. Oh God, that is good. You have become such a good cock sucker. Who would have thought that in so little time you would be able to take in all of my cock, you little slut..."

James got to the door, he put his bag and flowers down and, putting his ear to the door so he would not miss a sound, he listened in. He could only hear the sound of his wife gagging on a big black cock and Amos's groans.

"Lick my balls, bitch. I know your hands are still tied and you normally like to massage my sack, but lick and suck on my plumbs. Oh yes, I bet your husband's balls are like peanuts in comparison to mine?"

"Yes, Sir, your balls, your cock, in fact everything about you is bigger and superior than my husband's. I love licking your balls, it is so dirty. James asked me, but I always refused him. But I could never refuse you. You are my Master and I am your bitch. Hmm, they taste so nice..."

"You are a good bitch, that's it suck one of my balls. Oh yes, you are such a dirty whore."

James had already removed his dick and was frantically wanking himself off. Being humiliated was having a perverse effect on him. He imagined his wife kneeling in front of Amos, her hands behind her back, big tits thrusting out whilst she orally pleasured her captor.

"Oh that's good, that's good, oh yes, you have made me all hard again, you dirty little slut. Stop sucking me now and get up, I am ready to fuck you, my darling little whore. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

James heard movement, Victoria was clearly getting up, getting ready to be fucked.

"Yes Sir, I would like that."

"Then ask me nicely, bitch. Not every woman gets the honour of being fucked by a big black man."

"P-please fuck me Sir, please fuck me like a whore and make me truly your bitch. I need to know what it is like for a white whore to be fucked by a big black cock, Sir."

"Do you want to fuck me hard, or do you want me to make gentle love to you, like your husband would, and like I would to my wife?"

"No Sir, I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to abuse and to fuck me in any way that you see fit. I want you to pound into my married white pussy like James has never done before. Oh Sir, my married white body belongs to you, Sir, it belongs to your big black dick. 

"Please dominate my married white pussy and make me your white whore slave..."

Victoria was now revelling in her role as a submissive slut. Any reluctance, real or feigned, had been replaced by a clear willingness to serve these black men. James could tell that she was utterly mesmerised and turned on by being abused and ordered around by these men. And as she spoke, she was panting with desire and finding it difficult to make herself sound coherent. It seemed that just being verbally abused was enough to take her to the brink of another orgasm. Bitch.

"Very well, my dear, since you are clearly begging for it, I will fuck you. Now, I am just going to take these off..."

James could hear the sound of the handcuffs being released. However any relief that Victoria might have experienced at being freed was going to be short lived.

"There we go. I am afraid your release is only temporary as I would like to fuck you tied up. You need to know that you are at my mercy and I can do with you as I please.

"So, if you could please get on to the bed, put your hands behind your head, spread your legs as wide as possible for me and I will tie you up to the bed frame.

"That's it, my delightful bitch, on to the bed we go, spread your legs so your delightful little pussy is ready and waiting for me. That's perfect, yes put your hands over your head, by the railings and I am just going to use these handcuffs to make sure you are so secure. 

"There we go. Perfect. Have you ever been tied up like this before?"

"No Sir, I haven't."

"Of course you haven't. No man has ever treated you like a bitch before, have they?

"No Sir, they haven't."

"Well, my darling, it is what you need. And I must say, you do look delightful all tied up, your breasts still look enormous, sticking out of that tight little dress of yours. It is a miracle that you were able to get into such a tight little thing, the wonders of female fashion, hey? It never ceases to amaze me how they will dress to please their Masters.

"Now, I am just going to crawl between your legs. Make sure they are spread nice and wide for me, that's it, that pussy needs to be as open as possible if I am going to get my big cock in. I doubt it has ever taken a cock as big as mine. That's a good girl, don't be afraid, you will get fucked hard, it is likely to hurt at first but this is what you want."

"Ooh Sir, yes, it is what I want, but p-please try and be gentle with me. My body is so small, and you are so big..."

"Quiet bitch, you will be fucked hard, just as you need to be..."

James could just see his wife lying on the bed, hands tied up to the iron bed frame, her big tits pointing up to the sky, her lovely stocking clad legs spread wide and the evil Amos kneeling between them, his big black dick pointing out, ready to attack his wife's pussy, a pussy that, prior to today, had belonged to him and to him alone. He was now about to lose it to these black thugs. He knew that once his whore of a wife's pussy had been stretched by a big black cock, it would never belong to him again. 

But the great tragedy of it all was that he wanted her pussy to be fucked by these black men. That is why he had done nothing to prevent these debauched events from taking place. He loved the thought of his wife was being cruelly fucked by a nigger. He was obviously a sick pervert. He was after all, a cuckhold...

His only regret was that he could not see what was going on, but at least he had the privilege of listening in as his beloved wife took a big black cock for the first time in her life. Somehow he doubted it would be the last.

"Ok, bitch, I am now going to put my big black dick into your little white pussy. This will hurt but you will just have to take it.

"Aggh, take that you whore! Oh my God, that's fucking tight..."

"Oh God, stop, take it out, it is too big, oh God, you are splitting me into two, that feels so big..."

"Shut up bitch, I have not even got started yet. I have just about managed to get the head in. There you go, take some more of my big black cock in that little white pussy of yours. Oh yes, it is so fucking wet and tight. My God, that is the tightest pussy I have ever been in. It is like a virgin's. That husband of yours never once fucked you properly, did he?"

"Oh God! Stop! Stop, it is too big, I can't take it! P-please, my little pussy can't take such a big black cock! Oh! Oh! Oh! Stop! Oh my God, you are pushing more in, p-please, I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be a black cock whore, your cock is too big for my little pussy..." 

Victoria's pleas sounded genuine, James thought, but still James did nothing to help. She was a bitch who deserved this treatment.

There was then the sounds of more growls, the bed creaked, and more screams from Victoria. 

"There you go, bitch. Agggh, take all my cock up your married white pussy, you dirty whore."

"Aggggggh, please, take it out, you are splitting me..."

"Don't be silly, bitch, the fun has just started..."

James then heard the bed rattle against the wall. Amos was clearly ignoring his wife and had just started to fuck her, and, judging by the noise the frame was making as it hit the wall, he was fucking her hard. Very hard.

"Take it you bitch, take all 12 inches of my big black cock up your married white pussy. That's it bitch, you can take it. Your body was born to fuck big black cock. Such a body was never built for white boys, it was built for black men and their dicks..."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Nothing was then heard for a minute or so as Amos went about his business of fucking poor Victoria. James was now leaning up against the door, legs spread wide open as he m@sturbated away to the sound of a black man fucking his sweet innocent little wife. His dick had never felt so hard before and it was down purely to his wife agreeing to become a whore for black cock. Bitch.




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 02



"Oh God, it is so big. I can feel it in my stomach, your big black cock is sooo fucking big. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Yes, my cock is so big and your pussy so tight. My God, it feels like it is going to rip off my skin. There, take that you fucking bitch..."

"Oh p-please, p-please be gentle. My pussy is so small you cock is go big, p-please not so hard. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

James thought that his wife was a babbling mess. The fucking was clearly hard and rough and was taking its toll on her. He could only imagine how tiny she would look in comparison to the massive Amos. He would be towering over her petit white body, his massive muscular black frame would be in striking contrast to her delicate white body. Her big tits would be shaking up and down in response to his violent thrusts. He imagined her mouth would be open in a constant state of shock as he fucked her, her lovely innocent eyes would have pleaded with him to go easy on her. The sounds emanating from his bedroom suggested that, if anything, her pleas were having the opposite effect and he was fucking her even harder. 

For a minute or so, all he could hear was the sound of the bed hitting the wall, Amos grunting as he pounded away at his wife, and little mewing noises coming from Victoria in response.

"Bitch, take all of my cock in your pussy. Take that, you dirty slut. Take that!" 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Was all she could say in response.

It was not long before it became clear that the mewing noises coming from Victoria were not ones of pain or anguish but ones of pleasure and desire. It was clear that Amos's big cock was having the desired effect on his slut of a wife. 

"Oh God, bitch, that's good, that's so fucking good. I don't think I have ever fucked a pussy that is so tight. Oh take that you bitch, take all of my cock. God, you are loving this, aren't you. Your pussy is so wet, it's fucking dripping, you lovely bitch. I bet your husband never made you so wet, or so full?"

"Oh no, no, he never did. It is so good! It is so big! Don't stop, don't stop fucking my little pussy with that big black cock of yours. Oh! Oh! Oh! So good. So big..."

The noises next door began to get more and more urgent. It sounded like Amos was fucking Victoria with all his strength and consequently the animal groans were getting louder and louder. It was clear that he was close.

"Oh yes, bitch, come on, I am nearly there. Tell me how much you want it, tell me how much you need it."

"Oh yes, cum in my married white pussy, fuck my married white pussy with that big black cock of yours. Make me your whore. Make me your slave...

"Oh I need it. I need it. It is so much bigger than my husband's. 

"Oh yes, that's it. Harder! Harder! Oh you are splitting me, that's so good, oh yes, I am cumming..."

"Oh yes. bitch, take that, take all of my black spunk. Aggggghhhhhh!!!!"

As James heard another man empty his spunk into his wife's pussy, in honour of Amos's triumph in turning his wife into a whore and for fucking her properly for the first time in her young life, he closed his eyes and allowed his cock to shoot spunk up in the air. Victoria fucking another man had caused him to cum. Again. Bitch. 

But, whereas Amos had the undeniable privilege of empting his copious seed in the warm confines of his wife's hot cunt, James had to settle for cumming over his hand. Bitch.

After a minute or so, when everyone took a little time to recover and James cleaned himself off with his handkerchief, movements could once more be heard from next door. Things were not yet over. Amos might have used his wife's pussy, but that still left Jessie...

He heard Amos get off the bed, the sound of a zipper being done up, and the movement of people. He assumed Jessie would be climbing on to the bed to replace Amos between his wife's spread legs. Instead, and rather surprisingly, he heard the sound of some clicks, it sounded like his wife's handcuffs were being removed. For a few seconds James thought that that was it, they had finished with his wife and maybe Jessie had cum watching Amos fuck her? My God, finally his ordeal could be finished! 

Alas James quickly discovered his hopes were to be dashed. Again.

"Get on to all fours, bitch, make sure that sweet @ss of yours is nicely raised for your Master." 

"Yes, Sir."

Jessie had spoken and it was clear that he was far from finished with Victoria. He wanted to fuck the bitch from behind, to savour the delicious cheeks of her young arse, to no doubt spank her and to maul her hanging breasts. James could not blame him, he could imagine how lovely she would look, on all fours, her dress bunched up around her waist, her bottom lovingly framed by her stockings and suspenders, her tits hanging down. It was a lovely, subservient position for a bitch to be in and one that was entirely appropriate for Victoria.

"That's it bitch, arch your back a little and spread your legs. Good, good. You look delightful, are you ready, to be fucked again, bitch?"

"Oh, Sir, my pussy is so sore, but I think I am ready. Just please be gentle with me, Sir..."

"Quiet, bitch, you know you need it rough."

There was then the unmistakable sound of a firm black hand on innocent white flesh. Victoria's lovely innocent white bottom was being spanked. Again.

As James had predicted, by ordering his wife to get on to all fours, it allowed Jessie to easily punish his whore of a wife. And quite rightly so, James thought.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! It hurts, it hurts. Ooooh...."

"Bitch, you love your bottom being spanked. Admit, it, these past few days, you have loved us punishing your arse."

"Oh Sir, ooh gentle, please, yes, it is true. I am a whore who loves to be spanked. Oh that's it, spank my married white bottom hard. Punish your slave. Oooh..."

Of course, she would never let her husband treat her this way, James mused. It was obviously only at the hands of a black man when she would permit herself to be treated in such a degrading fashion. Bitch.

The sound of hand on bottom flesh went on for a few minutes. Victoria screamed out, but she never once complained. Indeed her screams were not really ones of anguish, indeed they were more like groans. The groans of a bitch in heat.

James, in response to this, sank to the floor, put his head in his hands and leant back against the bedroom door. He no longer cared whether one of the black thugs came out and found him sitting in utter defeat at what was transpiring in his bedroom. He had married a whore. It was as simple as that. And rather than being repulsed by this, his fucking stupid dick refused to remain in anything but a constant state of erection. A condition he had not found himself in since he was a teenager. And what did that make him, other than a sick cvukhold who took perverse pleasure in other men abusing his wife?

James looked down at his small white dick. It was as hard as it had ever been. Leaning back, eyes closed, he once more started to rub himself off. If this was defeat, it was still a glorious one...

"Ok, bitch, that will do for now. Your arse is red enough for me to fuck." Jessie said, after a few minutes of administering, what sounded to James, some pretty vigorous spanks. He imagined that her arse would indeed be a bright shade of red and it would have made a lovely contrast to her innocent lingerie. He could hear the sound of her panting. She was ready.

"Yes, Sir, I am ready for your cock. I am ready for you to fuck me in my little white pussy.

"Ouch, oh Sir, that is so big. Please go gently. Oh my God, your big black cock feels so big in my little white pussy. Oh please, Sir, oh, please, it feels like it is in my stomach. Oh my God, there is more, oh p-please your cock is sooo fucking big..." 

"Bitch, there you go, you have got all 13 inches in you fucking whore. My God, Amos, her pussy is so tight, when you fucked it, she must have been as tight as a virgin!"

"Yes, she was tight, virgin tight. Clearly her husband does not have the dick to fuck the bitch properly. And, bearing in mind she has only ever been fucked by small white cock, for us, she is effectively still a virgin. Isn't that right, my dear?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" was all Victoria could utter in response to Amos's question. Jessie was clearly fucking the bitch hard and she was in such a state of delirium that she could no longer form a coherent response to a simple question.

"That's quite alright my dear, it must be difficult to talk when you have so much dick in you. My word, Jessie, that is some sight on offer. She looks so small and such a sweet little bitch up against you. My word, are those tears in your eyes? Jessie, you are clearly fucking the bitch too hard!" Amos laughed as he spoke. 

"Hey, man, you know you can never fuck a bitch too hard. There, take that, you whore..."

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Jessie, be careful, she may never be able to fuck again the way you are fucking her."

Both men laughed.

"She certainly won't be able to fuck her husband again. His dick will never be able to satisfy her now she has tasted some real cock."

"Yes, that is correct. I must say, I am impressed with the way she has been able to handle us both. You know how some women just can't seem to be able to accommodate us, but you've got to hand it to the bitch, she has certainly met the challenge well."

"Yes, she has complied with every one of our wishes, however much she pretended not to want to at first. And her pussy is so fine, even after you stretched it, it is some of the best I have ever had."

The way Amos and Jessie were talking, they could have been talking about a champion horse, rather then his wife. 

"Oh, there you go bitch, you like it hard, don't you? Take my cock, you dirty whore"

"That's it Jessie, fuck the bitch like she deserves to be. Give it to her hard, grab her hair and ride her like the whore she is..."

"Ooh, ouch"

It sounded like Jessie had indeed grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"Oh, yes, you dirty bitch, tell me how much you like it".

"Oh! Oh! Oh please be gentle. You are f-fucking me too hard. Oh be gentle with me. Be gentle with me. Oh! Oh..."

"Tell me bitch, tell me you love Jessie's big old black cock." And to emphasise the point, the sound of spanking could be heard. 

"Oh I love it. I love your b-big black cock in my tight white married pussy. Oh please, it is so big, you are so hard, you are fucking me so hard... Oh it is sooo good."

It sounded like Victoria had just cum.

Nothing was said for a few minutes and all James could hear was the sound of Jessie's groin smacking up against his wife's upturned reddened cheeks and her screaming in orgasmic delight. It seemed like she was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss since he reckoned that, in a spate of a few minutes, she must have cum several times. Bitch.

James could just imagine the scene taking place in his bedroom -- his wife would be on all fours, kneeling on his bed presenting her spanked red bottom to her black Master. Her dress would still be on but unbuttoned so her big white tits would be hanging out, shaking back in forth in response to the fucking. It would also be bunched up at her waist and Jessie would be standing behind her, aggressively fucking her small white married pussy with his big black dick. He would be grabbing on to her long blond hair, and would be spanking her bottom to emphasise the different roles -- one of Master and the other of sex slave. 

Amos was probably standing nearby, taking the fucking in, revelling in how the poor wife was being forced to submit to their every sexual whim. It did not sound like she was being double fucked since her constant screams suggested that she was not being forced to suck on Amos's cock. But perhaps Amos was molesting her ti!ts as his friend reamed her.

It did not take long before the young wife's delicious pussy caused Jessie to reach his crisis point. 

"That's it bitch, I am going to cum. Are you ready to take your Master's spunk?"

"Oh yes Sir. Fuck me, empty your spunk in your bitch's married white pussy. Ooooh, I can feel it. I can feel you cumming in me. So much spunk. Oooh God, I am cumming too..." 

"Oh you fucking dirty whore, that is so good. Take all my spunk you naughty little bitch..."

For the second time that day\, James's wife allowed another man to emit his spunk in the holiest of holes. In total, including the blow jobs she had been forced to commit, this was the fourth time today that a black man's copious thick spunk had been forced into her once innocent body. 

A few minutes subsided after Jessie had cum before any meaningful sound could be heard from the bedroom. James naturally had also cum, timing his pleasure to perfectly coincide with Jessie's. As this thug took pleasure in his wife, so of course it was perfectly natural for the husband to follow suit. James then wondered whether they would fuck his wife again. From the conversation next door, it did not appear that was going to be the case. 

It was Amos who was speaking. "Thank you so much for today and I think that will be it, for now at least. Unfortunately, Jessie and I have other business to attend to and as much as we would like to stay and fuck you again, business is business.

"Now, as for tomorrow..."

James did not bother hanging around to hear anymore. By this time he had well and truly had had enough. If the debauched proceedings were over, he needed to escape, gather his thoughts and determine exactly what he was going to do. So, without making a sound, he stood up, put his cock back into his pants, grabbed his case and flowers and made his way towards the staircase and down towards the front door. Once outside he ran as fast as he could, away from the hell he had just been in...

Three hours later...

James decided that he would return home. He had spent the intervening hours walking the streets, coming to terms with what he had just witnessed and what he knew it meant, both in terms of who he was and what their marriage had become. In terms of the latter, he recognised that his marriage was now a sham. His wife was a whore for black cock, he appreciated that he would never be able to satisfy her again and, as such, what was left of their marriage? 

Sure, they got on, but if he could no longer satisfy her sexually, was there really any point in continuing? Could he stay married to a woman if he knew that she would regularly be getting her fix of big black dick? In terms of the former, he knew what he had become but he did not yet fully want to recognise this awful truth. Being a cuckhold is not something a man takes easy.

As he entered his house, he made his way into the lounge where he heard the TV on and assumed his wife would be. 

In any normal house, a housewife would have been watching some dreadful drama on HBO. But this was no normal house and the sight that greeted James was not one you would find in a typical white American home. 

Victoria was sitting down on the sofa, her legs were spread wide and she had her big black dildo inserted up her tight pussy. She was still wearing the same outfit that she had worn when the two old black gardeners had fucked her earlier that day. Her big breasts were sill hanging out of her light blue dress, her legs were spread wide. She still had on her flesh coloured stockings, white suspenders and blue heels. She was panting in delight, licking her lips and avidly watching some hardcore black porn. 

James quickly noticed that this was not a film that he had seen before. The images were grainy, it looked like a home video. The film showed a beautiful white woman, her hands were pinned behind her back and her big tits were straining her thin white cotton blouse. A black man entered the picture. She pleaded with him to stop, she was married, her husband would be upset. He just laughed and ripped her shirt open to reveal her luscious tits. The film them panned to the man. It was Amos, he was laughing and licking his lips...

Victoria was so engrossed by the film that she did not initially notice her husband enter the room. However, after a few seconds she finally saw him and, when she did, she screamed and withdrew the black dildo from her pussy, closed her legs and tried to cover herself up.

"Darling, I did not expect you home today! I-I thought you were coming home on Sunday. I was just...well as you can see I was just watching one of those films. It is a new one, I managed to rent from the store, maybe we can watch it together... Er, just let me turn it off..."

She was scrambling round for the remote, desperate to turn off what was clearly anything but a regular porno flick. James looked at the screen, the woman was being forced on to her knees, in preparation no doubt to suck Amos's cock. At that moment, Victoria found the remote and turned the film off. 

She got up and tried in vain to make herself look decent. Her outfit was too tight and slutty for that. She buttoned herself up, which did cover up some of her tits but due to the low cut of her dress, an enormous amount of cleavage was still on display. She pulled her dress down, but this barely covered her arse, the tops of her stockings could clearly be seen. 

She then made her way towards her husband, kissed him on the mouth with lips that, only a few hours ago, had been happily around a big black cock. She took the flowers that he still had and sweetly smelled them.

"Are these for me? You shouldn't have they are lovely. Look, sit down, I will get you a drink and some dinner. What happened anyway? Was your meeting cancelled? You should have called? I would have had something prepared..."

James all the while had said nothing and had remained motionless, watching his whore of a wife potter around him. He was barely listening to a word she said. He quickly wanted to end this pointless charade, so he spoke:

"I saw you fucking the gardeners."

Victoria froze and stopped talking. She turned around and looked at him.

"What?"

"You heard what I said, I saw you fucking the gardeners. I saw you blow them off and then I heard you fucking them in our bedroom. You are a whore."

And with that James calmly left the room and Victoria and made his way to his study. He had meant to say that the marriage was over, that he wanted a divorce, but something in him and prevented him from doing so. Maybe it was seeing his wife again, his beautiful wife, dressed like a whore committing another disgusting sexual act? He knew if he ended it, he would never get to see that body again, or see it being abused by another black cock. 

He entered his study, sat down at his desk and poured himself a long drink.

Five minutes and one drink later, Victoria sheepishly entered the study. She looked at her husband, who said nothing as she entered. She saw that his eyes were red, he had probably been crying. She had caused that and she was not proud of the fact. 

Since he had not told her to get out, she sat herself down in the chair opposite the desk. She crossed her legs which caused her dress to rise up her delicious legs, James could clearly see the flesh above her stockings and her suspenders. She placed her hands on her lap and demurely looked down. Her big tits were heaving up and down, she was clearly in fear of what might happen to her. 

James noted how much of a horny bitch she looked, how utterly alluring and fuckable she was. And he was going to lose her, wasn't he?

Meanwhile Victoria knew the chances of saving her marriage were slim to non-existent but she needed to confront him, to come clean, it was the only way she thought she could possibly have a chance of saving her marriage. Indeed there was no point in trying to deny what had happened, he had seen and heard everything.

James looked at her. "Nothing you can say can make any difference to me, now. You are a whore. A whore for black cock. We can't to go on..."




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 02



"Before you end it all, before you throw away what we have, don't you want to hear how it happened, perhaps it would make a difference?

"After all, it was you who brought the porn into our lives, so you are partly to blame..."

"Me! I was not the one who fucked those black men..."

"No but it was you who showed me the power of black dick. Admit it, you were turned on by seeing what those black men could do to that poor white girl. I am not saying what I did was right, but I think you should hear how this happened..." 

James was stunned. He had expected to lash out at his wife and tell her to go hang, but what she said was true, to a certain extent. He said nothing. Deep down he wanted to hear how his wife became a whore for black cock.

James's silence was taken by Victoria as acquiescence to hearing her confession. So, without any further ado, she embarked upon her story, which began a few days ago, on the Monday... 

To be continued... 



Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 03



Monday.

On Monday morning, as per usual, James left for the office at 7am and his wife, the beautiful Victoria, stayed in bed for another hour. She, after all, needed her beauty sleep, even more so after the weekend she had just had. She and her husband had fucked like rabbits all as a result of the explicit black porn sent to them by James' friend and attorney, Charles Jackson.

Victoria had found the sight of well hung black men fucking a white whore the biggest turn on possibly imaginable. She of course would never herself countenance committing such degrading acts of sex with a black man. She was part of the rich, white upper middle class community whose contact with the blacks was minimal at best. Sure, they could wait on her, clean her house, wash her clothes, but sexually fraternise with them? Well that was just not in her make up, was it? 

As Victoria finally got out of bed, she thought about what she had to do that morning: firstly she had to go to the local church to help out with the garden party the church was hosting this weekend; secondly she had to make sure she was back home in time to let in a firm of gardeners they had hired to do some work for them. 

Naturally spending time at church and helping then organise the party was the part Victoria was most looking forward to. The party was an annual event and all the housewives in the area would get together to see how they could help. Whilst the gathering was ostensibly to help the community, it was more of a social event for the wives. They would get together, gossip and bitch about everyone. It was also very competitive. Each wife would see how well the other's husband was doing, and, more importantly, how they were looking. Victoria, at 21, with the body of a p0rm queen (she was the image of the porn goddess Jasmine Rouge) and just married to a multi millionaire, was quite safe on both accounts. She was quite aware that she was one of the hottest wives in the local community, and one of the richest, as such she was not overly intimidated by the crowd. 

The meeting at the church went as predicted, all the wives looked enviously at Victoria, admiring her perfect body and wished they could look as good as her. Victoria was as charming as ever, the perfect little housewife helping out the local community. She carried her looks with dignity, never one overplaying her hand. On her return home, Victoria reflected on how well the morning went, and how the Bishop spent most of the time slobbering over her. She was used to it, and did not mind. In no time she drove up to her house and noticed that a big white van was parked in their drive way, it must be the gardeners. She checked the time, it was 11:05am, they were due at 11am so she was not that late.

As she parked the car and got out, she looked at herself in the car window. God she looked good. She was wearing a light pink flowery summer little number, it was short, tight, looked sexy but not out of place in a church gathering. The perfect combination for any horny housewife. She would keep the outfit on and fuck her husband in it when he returned, she thought. 

She walked towards the van in order to meet the gardeners, as she did, the door on each side opened and out stepped two very big and very black men. Victoria stopped. This was a little unexpected, you so rarely got to see black men in her neighbourhood. She should however have expected it since most of the help in this part of the world came from the black or Hispanic communities. But what made it a little different today was that after the weekend's antics, the very sight of a black man made her pussy instantly wet. 

Both men made their way towards the young wife, who was still routed to the spot. They were huge, both 6 ft 6 and well built, despite their age. They looked to be in their mid 60s but manual labour had clearly kept them in good shape. The man who had come out of the driver's seat confidently walked over and offered Victoria his hand. Ever so gently she accepted it. She noted the firm manly grip, and, without letting go, he looked down at her, "You must be Victoria, James's wife. I trust he told you that we would be coming today?"

"Er, yes, yes, he did mention it..."

"Good. I am Amos and this is my partner, Jessie."

Amos finally let go of Victoria's hand. She then meekly offered it to Jessie who greedily took it. His big black mauler engulfed her petit, delicate white hand and, like Amos, shook it firmly, "Pleased to meet you." And like the priest before, Jessie appeared to be talking to her breasts, but whereas Victoria had been in complete control of that episode of harmless flirtation, this was very different. As Jessie licked his big lips and starred at her breasts, Victoria, quite naturally, felt intimidated by the presence of two big black men who were so obviously eyeing up her body and which her tight dress left little to the imagination. In response to this blatant intimidation, Victoria's pussy responded like any normal whore, it got wetter and wetter.

"James has told us what he needs doing, perhaps you could show us to the garden?"

"Yes, yes, of course. Why don't you come this way?"

As Victoria led the two men to their garden, she felt that, so far, they had been nothing but courteous and polite. Whilst she felt a little awkward being in the presence of black men (she always did), there was nothing to fear here, was there? After all, these men were old enough to be her grandfather, they had probably lost all desire to have sex and could not possibly bother her. 

She could not be more wrong.

As she led the two men to the garden, both men looked down at her perfectly formed arse, they then looked at each other and winked. The hunt was on! Amos and Jessie had previous in seducing young white housewives and Victoria was one of the finest they had ever seen. Her small perfectly formed arse and slim figure which supported impossibly large 36DD tits would be a fine catch. They would have to tread carefully and slowly though. Experience had taught them that a gradual approach often met with the best results. Rush in too quickly, and your prey could run off into the arms of her pathetic husband.

As they got to the garden, Victoria explained what needed to be done. As she babbled away about her roses, she was conscience that the men seemed to be paying more attention to her lovely young body than to her garden. They seemed to be eyeing her up, looking down at her slim legs and then up to her huge tits. And whenever she turned around to point something out, she noticed that their eyes would divert downwards on to her perfectly formed bottom. It seemed like they were sizing her up, eying their prey and in response to this, she felt her nipples starting to become erect and, in her thin Channel dress and lacy bra, she knew that they would be poking though for all to see. 

As such, Victoria decided to cut the explanation short, if they needed any further clarification, they could get it from James. She needed to remove herself from these men. The itch in her pussy was all consuming. She needed to go upstairs and quickly relieve herself with her big black dildo. But Amos had other ideas and decided to discuss in great length what he proposed to do and to offer, what turned out to be, some very useful suggestions. He was so polite and courteous that Victoria found it difficult to be rude and just walk off. Even Jessie got involved and started to suggest where they should put their Chrysanthemums. 

Victoria desperately tried to pay attention but the itch in her pussy was getting more and more severe. She could not help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked by such two big powerful black men, to feel their cocks punish her innocent white body, to make her scream like the schoolgirl in her porno film screamed. She wondered just how big their cocks would be? If they were in proportion to the rest of their massive bodies, they would be huge, much bigger then her husband's. Inwardly she groaned at the thought.

Her thoughts on being gangbanged by these men were interrupted when, out of the blue, Amos put his arm on the small of her back and gently started to push her. "So come this way and I will show you what I am talking about..." Victoria had no idea what he was talking about. She had not listened to a word he said but now this brute of a man was leading her down the garden path and going on and on about her Chrysanthemums and Lisianthus. My God, she thought, she could not give two hoots about her flowers. All that mattered was getting away from these men and relieving the desperate itch in her pussy. And why was her pussy getting wet just as a result of this man touching me. His firm hand was resting on her back, she felt it ever so slightly start to move down to the tops of her buttocks. Perhaps these men were not as gentle and sweet as she had hoped? "And we could plant some over here, and here..." God, would he just please let me go, she thought. She nodded her head meekly, agreeing to whatever he was saying. 

Finally, after a couple of minutes of listening, she decided enough is enough. "Well, yes, that is all very interesting and I will discuss it with James when he gets back and let you know tomorrow. 

"I just have to pop inside and make a couple of calls so please feel free to start. Also, please help yourself to any refreshments..."

And with that, Victoria turned and rushed off back into the house, aware that the men were probably ogling her fine arse as she did. 

Once she got inside, she was about to rush off upstairs to fuck herself with her dildo when the phone went. Shit. She did not need this. She went into the kitchen and picked the phone up. It was James asking whether the gardeners had arrived and what they were doing. She answered as quickly and politely as possible. But James would not get off the phone. He needed something from the kitchen. There was a number in a laptop on the kitchen table. Would she mind getting it for him? Of course she wouldn't, what else could she possibly be doing? She went over to the table. There were plies and piles of James's work papers carefully lying on the table. The laptop was at the far end of the table. If she moved it, it could mess up the papers and James hated nothing more than having his papers disturbed, so instead she leaned over the table and began to log in.

To make herself feel a little more comfortable as she typed away, she leaned on her elbows, this had the effect of lowering her back and raising her arse. Also, she spread her legs her little and this caused her little dress to ride up to the top of her thighs. He bottom was now almost on display. Not that any of this mattered since she was alone...

"Yes, yes, I have found the number, it is..."

The conversation continued for another minute or so. Victoria was trying everything to get her husband off the phone, but to no avail. But then Victoria heard movement behind her. She craned her neck to see what it was -- standing, just inches away from her bottom, was Amos, he was smiling and looking down at her. How long had he been there, Victoria thought? How long had he been there looking at her in this undignified position, with her bottom and skirt raised, like she was waiting to be fucked? 

Amos started to mouth something to Victoria and made hand movement to suggest he wanted a drink. 

"Err honey, I gotta go. One of the gardeners wants to ask me a question. Look I will call you back. Love you..."

And with that, Victoria ended the call. She then began to get up from her bent over position but as she did, her bottom inadvertently grazed Amos's groin and she felt something very hard and something very big. It could only possibly have been Amos's cock. His big black erect cock and it was hard because of Victoria's body. Of that there could be no doubt. Even this casual graze, which only lasted a second or so, told Victoria everything she needed to know: these men were not past it, in a sexual way as she had previously thought and her worst fears about them starring at her lovely body were confirmed. They found her horny and fuckable. And she was alone with them, in her house. She needed to escape...

As she rose and turned around, she was only inches away from Amos, who was still smiling at her in that sweet paternal way. But there was nothing sweet about this man, Victoria's bottom could give testimony to that. His dick had told her everything she needed to know. "Er, w-what can I do to help?" Victoria babbled as she walked past Amos, to some form of safety. 

"I am so sorry to disturb you when you were on the phone there. It is just that Jessie and I would love a glass of water. Do you mind if we help ourselves?"

"Sure. Sure, please help yourself to anything..." Victoria replied as she made her way to the door and out of kitchen.

"Hmm, I will help myself to anything. Including you, my dear." Amos said to himself, under his breath. Contact had been made. The game was on.

Victoria meanwhile rushed upstairs to the relative safety of her bedroom. Once inside, she locked the door, took out her dildo from her bedside table, turned on her porno film and settled down to an afternoon of masturbating. Her thoughts were not however really on the film, but on the two gardeners downstairs, and what they could do to her innocent white body...

Tuesday

The day started off as usual, with James heading off to work at 7am and with Victoria getting up at around 8am. She had been told by the gardeners that they would be arriving at around 9am today. Yesterday, as they had left for the day, they had shouted up to her as she lay in her bedroom, naked, legs spread fucking herself, for the umpteenth time, with her big black dildo. 

However, today was a different day and she was determined to avoid placing herself in a similar situation. As such, she was going to get out of the house before the black gardeners arrived and stay out. She wanted to make sure she was out of harms way. So quickly, she got dressed and headed out to do a day's shopping.

At around 1pm, she received a SMS message from her husband, apparently the gardeners had left for the day, did she know anything about this? They had left him a voice message and he was wondering if she knew what was going on?

Victoria replied that she did not and she was out shopping. However, she would go home to see what had happened. She felt that she was quite comfortable returning home now that it was a black man free zone.

On her return, she found a message, apparently they needed to go out and buy some paving slabs, it was unlikely that they will be able to get them today and return so they will return first thing. Excellent, thought Victoria, she had the house to herself. She did not want to be in the presence of these men because she feared what might happen. 

Victoria was now at a loss as to what to do. She had the house to herself and nothing much planned. She had finished shopping for the day and did not have plans to meet any of her girlfriends. Maybe she should work on her tan, she thought to herself? After all, she prided herself on her all over body tan. No bikini lined for her young gorgeous body her tits, pussy, arse were all one beautiful colour of light brown. It was the way she and her husband liked it. 

To get that perfect tan, they naturally had a tanning machine in the basement and she would often use this, especially when the weather was bad. But today the weather was good. It was a perfect day to go outside and get naturally tanned, just as God had intended her to do. But she could not do that, the gardeners could come back and then they would get a good look at her luscious young white body. She did not want to expose herself to these black men, did she? 

She would use the machine, she thought. But it was her house, why should she be restricted as to what she could do? She was a confident women who could handle two old black men, couldn't she? Why should she, a rich white housewife, be intimidated by the hired help? This was ridiculous. She was paying them, she could do what she damn well wanted!

So with confidence, Victoria started to get herself ready to sun bathe outside. As she did, her confidence in herself was rising. She decided that not only would she bathe outside, with the risk of these black men seeing her, she would wear the skimpiest bikini she could find, in order to prove to herself that she was not intimidated and that she could control events. She may have made these men feel horny and hard. But that was usual, she made most men feel horny and hard. Had it been white men she was turning on, there would have been no issue. She would have confidently flirted with them, in the full knowledge that she was in control. Just because these men were black, why should it be any different?

So with this in mind, she chose a tiny little white bikini. The bottom consisted of a tiny g-string with the front barely covering her shaved little pussy. Her bottom would be almost 100% exposed since the piece of string slipped snugly into the cheeks of her ass. The top tied at the back and the front just about covered her nipples, although since it was made of a transparent material, these were pretty much on display. 

Normally she would have worn a pair of sandals with her bikini but she wanted something more confident to go with how she was feeling. She walked over to her closet and took out a pair of strap on white heels. The heel was at least four inches high, these would do, she thought. When she put them on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Perfect. With her legs toned and ass raised, and her next-to-nothing bikini on, she looked like such a confident horny white bitch. 

Deep down she hoped Amos and Jessie would see her dressed like this. She would then confidently flaunt her body to them, happy in the knowledge that all they could do was look, but they could not touch. They could get hard, but their dicks would never come into contact with her pure married white body. She had preserved that for her husband and had made such an oath, on the bible, when she got married. Amos and Jessie would have to learn their place, just as the blacks had done for centuries before. 

She headed off downstairs, on her way she decided to make herself a martini. She felt good, so why not? Once she had made her drink, she took it, along with a magazine to read, outside and sat herself on the sun lounger. 

At first she was a little nervous. She was alone in the garden, wearing virtually next to nothing, and with the prospect of two black men coming in at any moment. This was madness. But something in her made her not move. Something in her made her wait for the possible return of Amos and Jessie. Maybe it was the dampness in her pussy ...

As such, she reclined into her lounger, opened her magazine and started to drink away at her martini. As the martini went down, she began to relax more. This was nice. This was very nice. Confidence still high, Victoria decided that her tits needed a little sun. So, rather than moving her bikini top, she was feeling a little lazy, she decided to just lower the cups of her top which allowed her big tits to spill out and become exposed. That was nice, she thought, more of her body was now on display. She was in control. She feared no one...

The next thing she knew was Amos standing over at her, licking her lips and looking down. She must have fallen asleep, the martini had made her drowsy and she must have drifted off. As such, she had not heard the black men returning to her home. And there she was, almost naked but for the tiny g-string and a black man was taking great pleasure in ogling her young body.

For a few moments nether of them spoke. Victoria just froze and starred up at this giant of a beast who was looking down at her, taking in her body, lingering over her massive married white tits. All of Victoria's confidence immediately evaporated and she regretted ever dressing like this. She may have been in control when she was with white boys. But these were animals. These were black men. How did she ever hope to control such a situation? 




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 03



She looked down at Amos's crotch, it was clear that he had a massive hard on, judging by the size of the bulge in his pants. And he was making no pretence to hide it. Indeed he looked like he was entirely proud of his achievement. And what an achievement it was, judging by the bulge. Victoria feared what kind of size of manhood this animal possessed.

Her tits were fully on display to this man, a man who was not her husband, a man who no doubt wanted to posses her young innocent body. This could not happen, of that she was sure.

Amos was first to break the deafening silence. "Ma'am, so sorry to disturb you when you are asleep, but your husband is on the phone, he says it is urgent..."

Victoria still could not speak. She was in the presence of a sexual beast and all of her body, other than her pussy, was failing to respond. She had never felt like this before. She had never felt so exposed and helpless. These men would undoubtedly find her body a turn on -- who wouldn't? -- and they could take her anytime they wanted. And there was nothing she could do to stop them. Dressed like this, she was at their terrible mercy. 

After several moments, her brain gradually began to get into gear. She had to escape. She had to get out of here. But her stupid husband was on the phone, first she had to deal with him. "Err yes, yes, that is ok." was all Victoria could mumble when she was in such a state of undress. She was no longer the confident bitch of an hour ago. She was reverting back to the subservient timid bitch of yesterday. She and her pussy knew it. 

Frantically she covered up her tits with her tiny transparent bikini top and got up. Mustering all the dignity she could, she quick stepped it towards the house, with a view to taking the call in her bedroom, away from the preying eyes of these predators. As she did, Amos stared at her from behind, watching her delicious naked arse hurry away from his greedy eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before he possessed it, dominated it and fucked it. He licked his lips at the prospect and as he did, Victoria looked back. She knew she was in trouble. 

She quickly entered the kitchen with a view to heading upstairs were she could take the call in privacy. She then planned on remaining in her bedroom, with the door locked where she would spend the afternoon relieving her sexual needs with her dildo and porn. However, in the kitchen, blocking the entrance into the hall stood Jessie, smiling, obviously enjoying her body and her embarrassment. 

This massive black hoodlum's towering presence blocked her only escape. The only way out was back into the garden, where Amos waited. However Jessie did not plan on physically intimidating the poor young housewife, he merely wanted to enjoy her for a little while longer. And for that, he could count on her husband for support. For Jessie was holding the phone, clearly James was on the line. 

Looking at her cruelly, he licked his lips and said "Ma'am, your husband says he needs to speak to you urgently, says he needs you to get some information from the computer in the kitchen. It might make sense if you took the call down here..." Victoria's brain was all over the place. Had she been thinking clearly she would have told Jessie, and her husband, to wait a couple of minutes, she could have gone upstairs, changed and then taken the call. Two minutes would not hurt anyone. But she was not thinking clearly. Her pussy was taking over. For some reason it made sense for her to listen to what Jessie said, remain downstairs, in the presence of these black men, half naked with her body on display to them. "Err, yes, I will take the call down here." And with that, Victoria pottered towards Jessie, who held the phone out to her. As she did, her tits bounced up and down, her nipples were thrusting out towards Jessie, who blatantly starred at them. Marvelling at their, beauty, size and firmness, he longed to place his massive black cock in their valley and force the bitch to fuck him. With that wonderful thought in mind, his 13 inch weapon rose to its maximum potential and was bursting for release from his overalls. 

As Victoria collected the phone, she could not fail to notice Jessie sporting an enormous erection. She knew her body had caused it and it caused her pussy to become damp with anticipation. Her forbidden fantasy was just a few moves away, if she wanted it. But she wanted to be faithful to her husband, she did not want to be unfaithful and become a dirty slut for black cock. Did she?

She could not spend too much time dwelling on that because as she took the phone, her husband began barking down frantic orders to her. Unfortunately once again she had to log on to the computer in the kitchen. And once more it was positioned on the other side of the table. The only way to access it was to lean over and her arse was once more raised up in the air, as if she was presenting it to be fucked. But this time it was slightly different, other than a tiny piece of string lying between the valley of her delicious cheeks, her arse was fully on display and Jessie was waiting, ready to enjoy himself. 

However, there was another subtle difference between today and yesterday. Despite the overwhelming fear cursing through Victoria's young body, intermixed with that was also the undeniable warm sensation in her pussy which told her that she wanted to display her body to these old lecherous black men, to allow them to savour her innocent beauty and quite possibly to abuse it.

As this thought entered her mind, and as she listened to the blabbering instructions of her husband, she very slowly leant over the table, raised her arse and spread her legs. Her pussy was taking over her body and she was determined to present herself to these black men in a way she knew they would appreciate. Deep down, she realised that she was taking the first steps down the path to becoming a true slut for black cock...

And once she went down the path, she knew her destiny would forever be changed. All of this did not go unnoticed to a seasoned campaigner like Jessie. Despite his presence in the kitchen, had she wanted to, she could have easily escaped. She had not even made an attempt and had she, he would not have stopped her. But she had chosen to remain in the kitchen, alone with him when he was so obviously aroused by her body. And then the way she leant over the kitchen table and so obviously raised her arse and spread her legs when he was standing behind her, meant only on thing -- the bitch was ready.

Jessie and Amos had earlier figured that it would take them at least three days before they could make their move. But events had unexpectedly taken a turn for the better and there was no doubt in Jessie mind that things could be accelerated without their prey being unnecessarily scared off. 

So, with the confidence and assuredness that came so easily to black men, Jessie swaggered over to where Victoria was leaning and stood right behind her. He was now just inches away from her raised arse. He looked down and smiled. Victoria immediately felt the presence of Jessie behind her. There was no obvious need for him to come and stand so close to her other than for him to want to intimidate and enjoy her further. She had provoked this by the way she had spread her legs and raised her bottom. Indeed she had wanted a reaction from the black man and instantaneously had got one. There was now nothing she could do other than to wait for Jessie's next move. He was in control and she would have no choice but to submit.

Her heart pounded away at this, and she tried desperately to concentrate on what her husband was saying. But the presence of this black man, so close to her, and the obvious reason why he was standing there, made this very difficult. "So I need you to go into the client file and find me the mandate letter for Moore Capital..."

"Err ok, just give me a second..."

Victoria moved her mouse to the client file and, as she did, Jessie ever so slowly moved his groin up against her arse and pressed his dick, still covered in his blue overalls, between the valley of her buttocks and on to her wet pussy. The only thing protecting her pussy was the thin piece of transparent white material of her bikini bottom. Hardly much of a defence to a big black cock. Jessie pushed away.

"Ohh. Oh..." Victoria screamed out down the phone to her husband, in obvious horror at what was happening.

"What's wrong?" James asked, slightly concerned by the change in his wife's tone. Victoria said nothing but instead looked behind her to see what her attacker was doing. When she did, all she could see was Jessie's big black face smiling down at her. It was the look of a man who was Master of all he surveyed. He knew that there was nothing she could say to stop him whilst she was on the phone to her husband. Instead her eyes looked up at him and pleaded with him to stop. Instead Jessie pushed his dick even harder up against her defenceless pussy. 

"Ohh p-please" she pleaded, as for a second she forgot she was on the phone to her husband. 

Jessie just smiled and pushed away.

"What's wrong, Victoria, what is going on?" James innocently enquired, now a little more curious as to his wife's sudden change in behaviour. James's question suddenly made Victoria turn away from Jessie and focus on the phone and on her husband who was on the line. She could not possibly tell him that the reason she was acting this way was because the big black gardener was sexually assaulting her. 

"Oh, it is nothing. I was merely asking you to slow down, all these instructions, oooh". Jessie pushed even harder. "And since I am kneeling on my elbows, it is quite sore. Now where were we, the Moore file..."

"Well I am sorry for barking orders down at you, but this is urgent. Yes, if you go into the Moore file..."

As James blabbered away, Victoria desperately tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but this was difficult with a great big black cock pressed up against her married white pussy. Her pussy was now soaking wet and the exertions of this mighty black beast was close to making her cum. She started to pant down the phone, stunned that these relatively small manipulations by a black man could make her come so close to cumming. Her white husband could not do this. But a brute of a black man could. God she was a slut, she thought.

"Are you alright, you sound out of breath?"

"Look, I ran to get the phone, p-please would you get on with this!" Victoria desperately wanted to get her husband off the phone and for her to extricate herself from this dreadful position she had put herself in. 

"OK, calm down, now find me the mandate letter..."

Victoria tried to concentrate on what James was saying, realising it was the quickest way to end the call. But as she did, events took another unexpected turn. As Jessie pressed his dick up against her pussy, he then unexpectedly raised his black hand and brought it firmly down on to one of her upturned white cheeks. The black bastard was spanking her whilst she was on the phone to her husband. 

"Oh God!" Victoria screamed.

"What's wrong now?"

Victoria once more looked back at her assailant. This time Jessie had an evil look on his face. It was the look of a man who was determined to punish the bottom of a naughty white wife. Without any look of remorse, Jessie spanked Victoria's other cheek, leaving a lovely big red hand print. This was the way all white wives bottoms should look, he thought.

"Ouch!"

"Victoria, are you ok. What's going on?"

Victoria could still not speak, Jessie had just spanked her again.

"N-no, it is nothing. I just stood on something, must be some glass. Oooh, that hurts. Oooh..."

Jessie was now spanking her at regular intervals. And they were clean crisp firm spanks, just the type needed for a white wife's wilful little bottom. The noise of a black man's hand on innocent white flesh now reverberated throughout the kitchen -- the unmistakeable sound of a black man's victory - and they did not go unnoticed by the wife's husband on the phone. "What is that noise, it sounds like someone is clapping?"

"Uh, n-no it is the gardeners. They are doing some work outside, that's all that noise is. Ohh, ouch,, it hurts, oh it hurts."

"Oh well, I need another file and then you can go, I don't want you to be in pain unnecessarily. It is in..."

As James spoke to his darling wife, she carried on thrusting her bottom out towards Jessie. Her brain was telling her to stand up, hang up on her husband and tell Jessie to leave her house immediately. But of course her pvvsy was telling her something completely different. It was telling her to obediently present her bottom to her black Master, to allow him to punish it and to abuse it at will. 

Not the first time today, Victoria allowed her pussy to dictate events. As she would find out later in the week, it was to be a fateful error.

Victoria's panting was now getting louder and louder. Her stupid husband believed it was because she was out of breath, or panting in frustration at what he was asking her to do. If only he knew it was due to the manipulations of a black man on her body. And that bitch's body was in heat. She was close to cumming. She could still hear her husband and she frantically tried to attach all the relevant docs to the email and end this godforsaken call.

But her stupid husband would not let up. There was more to attach. More to send. And more time for Jessie to sexually abuse his wife. Jessie then decided to take it a step further. She was clearly in no position to resist. He stopped spanking her, satisfied that her bottom was a nice shade of red -- not the deep red he normally liked but it was a nice shade nevertheless. He then took his big black hands and slowly rubbed them up against her back and, when he reached the bottom of her breasts, which were hanging heavily down, he moved to cup them in his big black hands and started to maul them.

"Oh God, p-please stop..." Victoria muttered. James did manage to hear that and, stupidly, thought she was talking to him, asking him to stop attaching docs to his email. "Look, I am sorry, I almost finished. I just need another couple of files..." Victoria desperately tried to ignore the hands that were molesting her big married white tits. Tits that, until today, were the preserve of her husband. They now belonged to this black man who was happily taking what he wanted and who did not need to ask her permission. She was gradually becoming a black man's toy, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

Jessie had now removed the bikini cups from her tits and was molesting them freely. He began to roughly tweak her nipples and pressed his still covered black cock up against her pussy and began to grind away. He could, through his overalls, feel how wet the bitch had become and the groans, from this virtual fucking, was indication, if any was needed, of how horny she had become. 

A few more seconds of this assault caused the inevitable reaction in poor Victoria's young body. She had never been spanked before, or dominated in such a way, and as a result it opened up the Pandora's box of forbidden lust that she had, for most of her young life, desperately tried to keep hidden. 

However the clever manipulations of this old black man had, in just a few minutes, caused all this pent up sexual tension to be released with devastating consequences for her and, eventually, her husband. 

She had completely stopped listening to the ramblings of her husband. She had instead closed her eyes, opened up her lovely mouth, and was just focussing on the clever manipulations of Jessie who was still roughly mauling her tits and grinding his mighty cock up against her pussy. Oh how she wished that his cock was actually in her pussy and he was fucking her like the bitch she wanted to be. And as she imagined being on all fours with Jessie pounding away at her, the inevitable started to happen. She started to experience the strongest orgasm of her young life. And as she did, her panting became louder and louder, and then, oblivious to who she was talking to down the phone, she screamed, "Oh, I am cumming, I am cumming..." Fortunately for Victoria, as she was screaming out her orgasmic delights, James was shouting down more instructions and did not quite get what she was saying. All he managed to get was the last word, "cumming". 

This naturally caused him to stop. "What did you just say? Who's coming?" This caused Victoria to immediately come back to her senses. Earth shattering orgasm or not, she needed to save herself and she gave the only answer she could. "Oh, the gardeners were just asking whether I could come to the garden, they want to ask me a question." She desperately hoped that her poor husband would be convinced by this. Fortunately for her, James was too involved in his work and could not possibly imagine that his wife was playing around, so why else would she chant out the word "coming"? He needed the email sent and that was all he was focussed on.

For Victoria, having just cum, she too could now focus on getting rid of her husband. Jessie had stopped abusing her and was just standing behind her. His work was done. It was clear that she was ready and available. 

It did not take long now for the call to end. The email was sent and now Victoria was available for Jessie. But Victoria wanted out. She needed some time away to think things through. Everything had happened so quickly that she could not take it all in. Did she want to become a whore for black cock and allow these men to fuck her? Or did she want to try and remain faithful to her husband and deny her pussy the satisfaction it so obviously craved and needed. She needed to escape and to think with a clear head and that was impossible when she was in the presence of black men and their all powerful dicks. 

She rose from her leaning position and turned around to face her tormentor. As she did, she was standing just a few inches away from him. She noticed that her body looked tiny in comparison to the towering black monster. Things were not helped by the fact that although he was fully dressed, she was effectively naked. Her tits were still hanging out of her bikini top and the bottoms, well she might as well have not bothered.

Jessie looked down at her and licked his fat ugly lips. He wanted to posses her and he wanted to posses her now. But at this stage, he still did not want to force the issue. He had achieved more today then he could have possibly hoped for. It was clear that it was only a matter of time before he would fuck the bitch.

Victoria however had no intention of being fucked by the black monster, for today at least. The orgasm had given her some temporary relief and she was, for now, thinking clearly. Escape was the only course of action she could think of. So she deftly sidestepped away from her attacker and ran, as quickly a she could, away from Jessie and to the safety of her bedroom...

Jessie merely looked on, in amusement. She was his and there would be no escape for the poor girl.

Wednesday

It was 9am and Victoria was getting herself dressed. Her mind was still in turmoil over the events of yesterday. She had still not resolved what to do. She had made love to her husband the previous night, hoping that would help convince her that she did not need black cock. Of course that strategy had failed miserably. Her husband's pathetic attempts to satisfy her had failed. Indeed to gain the satisfaction she craved, she had to wait for her husband to fall asleep and while he was snoring loudly, she had crept downstairs with her big black dildo and porno film, and masturbated herself to many a glorious orgasm. Watching those black cocks fuck and abuse that poor teenager had made her wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such a fucking. In particular, what would it be like to be on the receiving end of a fucking by Amos and Jessie...




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 03



As Victoria dressed, she noticed that the outfit she chose was remarkably slutty for a Wednesday morning. Was she subconsciously dressing to please these black men who were about to enter her house. And what was she going to do when these black thugs arrived? Should she sack them and tell them that their behaviour was totally unacceptable? Well, that was the most obvious and sensible course of action. Os should she allow herself to be fucked and attacked like a common whore.

Well, she, Victoria, was going to take the former course of action. She was after all part of the WASP elite of America and was not some common white whore who could be abused at will by a couple of niggers. What would her father or granddaddy have to say about that? So with a renewed sense of confidence and vigour, she began to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later she was looking at herself in the mirror. What she was the confident proud wife of James. A woman who would maintain the social segregation which had existed for centuries and a woman who would not be intimidated by men who, only a few decades ago, were being lynched by her grandfather. But she also saw a horny slut for Victoria had elected to confront the gardeners dressed in what could only be described as a revealing outfit. She was wearing a tiny pleated red and black check mini skirt. It barely covered her arse. Up top she wore the tightest white shirt that she possessed -- in all probability it was a size too small. She had not bothered to wear a bra, for some reason she thought that her tits were better off without one (or did she think that black men would prefer it if they out of a bra?). Naturally she had chosen to wear a g-string rather than the normal high cut French panties that were her usual preference. She felt more comfortable in a g-tring-- a piece of string up the valley of her buttocks was how all women should dress (or should dress for their black Masters?). To complete the outfit she wore four inch black heels. Victoria wondered why she had chosen to dress this way. Surely she should wear something more conservative? But this was the way she wanted to dress, since she had stared to watch all this black p0rm and had been in contact with these black gardeners, she felt an urge to dress like a slut. And why should she change now when she was happy with the way she looked and felt, notwithstanding the fact that she intended to confront these black men and fire their sorry asses?

And at that moment she heard Jessie and Amos arrive. They had a key to the house and had let themselves in. She froze with fear. These men wanted to fuck her. They were in the house with her alone. She knew if they wanted to take her, to rape her, there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. She was at their mercy. And her pussy, as it did yesterday, predictably responded in the only way it could. It stared to get nicely warm and moist. 

Despite this, she was determined to go downstairs to confront her enemies. She was determined that she would respond in a way that would lead to victory for her and her marriage. In a few moments, these men would be packing their bags and be out of her house and out of her life. She could easily explain the sackings to James. If he complained, she would fuck him to keep him happy. So, with a determination that she felt was lacking yesterday, she made her way downstairs.

When she got downstairs, she noticed that the men had already gone outside into the garden. When she got outside, Amos and Jessie had, unbelievably, sat themselves at Victoria's pretty white round garden table, drinking coffee and happily chatting away, oblivious to Victoria's sudden arrival. How dare they! She thought. These men were the hired help, they could not just sit themselves down on her expensive garden furniture and while away the time drinking her expensive Jamaican coffee. Somewhat angered by this obvious disregard to how things were supposed to be, Victoria strode purposefully towards the men. As she did, both men stopped talking and looked towards her. Her four inch heels made quite a noise on the newly laid paving stones and they looked over to see what was going on. The sight presented to them made both men's dicks stir in their pants. The flared pleated mini skirt was flapping up and down with each step and the men could see virtually all of her luscious, slim white legs. Her tits, although snugly encased in her white cotton shirt, could not help but deliciously jiggle up and down with each step. And since her shirt was made out of very thin cotton, it was blatantly apparent to the watching men that she was not wearing a bra. Indeed, they could clearly make out the outlines of her married white breasts and nipples. 

No bitch would dress like that unless she wanted to be fucked, the men correctly surmised.

As Victoria approached them, she felt assured and confident in herself. She was convinced that she could carry out her threat and sack these men. She was the boss. They the hired help. She the wife of a multi millionaire businessman. They the manual help who should be lucky to even talk to her, let alone touch her! In no time they would be out and she would be heading towards Fifth Avenue for a spot of retail therapy.

However, all that confidence and assuredness evaporated the moment she approached the men for, as she arrived, she immediately noticed that on the table they were sitting around stood, upright in all its glory, her big black dildo! How did they manage to get hold of that, she thought? Then it hit her, last night when she was downstairs watching her p0ron movie and fucking herself with it, she must have forgotten to take it back with her. She must have left it on the couch and the men must have noticed it when they arrived. By leaving it out they were playing with her, trying to intimidate and humiliate her. Would she be the one to blink first and submit to these evil men's whims? Or would she be the one who stood up and dismissed these men out of her house?

Victoria desperately tried for the latter. She walked over to where Amos was sitting, and looking down at him started to try and sack the men. "Err, I think we need to t-talk..." She muttered out in a nervous, sweet tone. "I-I am not sure this is working out..."

Amos looked up at her and smiled. He was not remotely concerned. "What, do you mean, not working out? I think Jessie and I are doing a great job. On the garden. And on you, don't you think?"

"Err, I don't, don't know what you mean? I am sorry, but I think you will both have to leave, I am married, and I can't allow this to happen."

Both men said nothing, they just spent their time lingering over her luscious white body. They just eyed her up and down, savouring the way she had dressed for them, the way she was so obviously flirting with them, desperate for the men to posses her body, despite her feigned reluctance.

The silence was making Victoria feel very uncomfortable. It was not supposed to go like this. They should have accepted what she said, rather than just stay sitting in her chairs eyeing her up. And the way they were looking at her was making her pussy and tits tingle with delight. She could feel her g-string become damp with desire and her nipples starting to thrust out against her thin white shirt. They would be clearly visible to these men and that made her feel even more horny. 

How she wished she had worn her bra. How she wished she had stayed hidden in her bedroom. But most of all, how she wished her body would not betray her like this. Her carefully laid out plans of saving her marriage were disintegrating before her eyes. She knew now that there was nothing she could do to stop these men from taking what they wanted and from becoming a whore for black cock. She was truly fulfilling her destiny...

But before she could, the phone went which caused everyone to come out of their respective perverse world. The phone happened to be on the garden table and, instinctively, Victoria leant over and picked it up to answer. Anything to take her away from the dreadful situation she had placed herself in, she thought. 

"Hello."

"Darling, hi, it is me."

It was her husband. She now potentially had an excuse to excuse herself from this debacle and scamper to the safety of her locked bedroom. She could even now ask her husband to do the firing, even if he found out from these thugs about yesterday, she could always deny it. There was still time to save her marriage. 

But her legs would not move. It was not just because she was frozen with fear, she knew that, as with Jessie and the molesting she had submitted to yesterday, her pussy was taking over. She was moving over to the dark side, the side where black men would rule her life. And her body was responding in a way that the sensible side of her brain was telling her not to. Her pussy was telling her to remain standing where she was, so that these men could continue to admire her body, to stare at her barely covered tits and pussy. She knew that in reality she had dressed with the sole objective of pleasuring these old lecherous black men. There could be no reason why she would have chosen such an outfit. She never dressed like that for her husband. Despite trying to convince herself that she had dressed in such a revealing outfit in order to display her confidence and to show that she was not intimidated by black men, nothing could in fact be further from the truth. She had dressed in order to please these men and she knew it. She had dressed on order for these men to enjoy her body and these were men that were old enough to be her grandfather but who, nevertheless, could fuck her like she had never been fucked before. 

As such, she remained standing when her brain was telling her to run. She remained standing at the pleasure of her new black Masters...

"Oh, hi darling, how's it going?" Victoria mumbled, her brain all mushy at what was happening, barely able to form a coherent thought as she slipped, effortlessly, to the dark side.

"Oh you know, same shit different day. Just thought I would give you a quick call to thank you for last night. God, you were amazing! I have never made love like that before..." Last night they had fucked like they had never fucked before. Victoria, so horny after what had happened with Jessie, had fucked her husband silly all the while imagining that her husband was Jessie and that the cock inside her was not six inches but something a lot, lot bigger. "Yes, yes it was good." She lied. The sex had been poor. The dildo and the black porn had been good.

"Good? It was fucking amazing, I can't wait for tonight..."

At that moment, Amos, who was sitting right next to the standing Victoria, placed his big black hand on one of her legs and, very slowly, started to move it upwards. He figured correctly that Victoria was not in a position to protest and nor would she move away. That moment had passed. She was staying because she wanted this to happen. She stayed because she wanted to be abused by black men. Victory was theirs and they would take her while she was talking to the man who thought that he owned her. He did, but not anymore. 

"Oh God!" Victoria screamed at this sudden invasion of her person. It had begun. She knew it would but had hoped it could have started after the call had ended. "What's wrong?" 

"Oh, I was about to say "Oh God yes, I am really looking forward to tonight. God, yes it will be sooo good." Victoria had closed her eyes and was panting with desire. Just the feel of this old black man's hand on her innocent white flesh had rekindled all those forbidden, perverse feelings that she felt yesterday when Jessie had assaulted her. Amos had now moved his hand up to the top of her thighs and was feeling her firm white flesh. She had wonderfully toned legs and Amos savoured how young and smooth her flesh felt.

"Yes, yes it will. Where are you now?"

"Oh, I am in my bedroom..." Amos had now reached the top of her legs and had moved his hand around so that he could move it on to her arse. In no time his hand had confidently moved under her tiny flared skirt and he started to molest her naked young bottom.

"Are you alone? Where are the gardeners?"

"I am alone. The gardeners are outside working."

"Are you alright, you are panting again, you sound so turned on. Are you being a naughty girl and watching that dirty film?" 

Victoria figured that this was a useful way out from her predicament. "Yes, yes, I am sorry, I am watching our porno film. I felt so horny after the way you fucked me last night, I am sorry, I need some release..."

"You naughty little tart, tell me what you are doing?"

Victoria started to pant out loud and she could barely speak while Amos felt up her married white bottom. It was a blatant act of sexual aggression and Victoria knew that her only response would, and should, be one of absolute submission. This man was taking what he wanted in total disregard to the fact that she was married and on the phone to her husband. She thought that such a man deserved total respect, a white boy could not be so confident. She figured that only a black man could steal another man's wife in such a brazen and arrogant fashion. She almost came as a result. 

Amos was clearly only interested in taking his own pleasure, regardless of the difficulty this placed her in. And when he heard the conversation, this only emboldened him to be more brazen. So, looking at her he whispered, "Bitch, reach back and lift your skirt up for me." Victoria, looking at him in horror, was obviously terrified that her husband could hear, but instinctively she obeyed. If he could hear, then she would have to pay the consequences. Serving her black Masters now came first... So, with her free hand she reached back and lifted up her skirt. It did not take too much effort as it was so small and, in no time, she was voluntarily displaying her married white bottom to a man who was not her husband. 

Amos smiled in delight. Although he had already seen most of her arse yesterday, he was still delighted to get another look at those perfectly formed orbs of white flesh. He gently stroked each cheek, savouring their firmness. Rarely does a man get to see, or feel, such flawless beauty, Amos thought. And, rarely does a man get to punish such beauty. So, with a cruelness that he so obviously possessed, Amos began to spank Victoria's arse. 

"Oooh" was all that Victoria could mutter. 

"What's going on?" James enquired. "I can hear what sounds like spanking? Have you got to the bit where they spank the schoolgirl's bottom?"

Victoria suddenly realised that her husband had, inadvertently, offered her a way out of her predicament. When Amos had started spanking her bottom, she feared that the game could be up. Having lied and told James that she was in her bedroom, she could not have used the excuse of yesterday of a black man's hand on her innocent white flesh actually being the sound of work being done in the garden. "Yes, yes, I am watching the bit where they spank her bottom. Oh yes, they are spanking it real hard. Ooh, that must hurt. Ooh, just look at the way they punish that naughty little bitch. Ooh James, they are spanking her, they are spanking her..."

"God, you sound so horny. We must get some more porn in. Do you like to watch girl's having their bottoms spanked? Would you like to have your bottom spanked, my naughty little wife?"

"Oh yes, I would love to have my bottom spanked, I would love to have it spanked hard..."

Amos and Jessie could not believe what they were hearing. Victoria and James were having phone sex in front of them where Victoria was relaying to her poor husband what they were doing to her. This was a happy development in their desire to get as much perverse satisfaction as possible out of this innocent white wife. Not only was she acquiescing to their every dirty whim, she was prepared to relay this, in a roundabout way, to her poor stupid husband. It was also quite likely that being a whore in front of her husband was part of the turn on for the bitch and they were more than happy to oblige. 

It was an unbelievable turn of events where the supposedly prim and proper conservative white wife, who had come down with the purpose of firing these black men was, in a matter of minutes, once more allowing herself to be abused by them. And this time there could be no doubt to anyone that she was setting herself down a path of destruction, one where she would destroy her marriage and any semblance of sexual dignity that she had left. She was about to become a whore for black cock. A toy for these men and one to be abused at will.

In her utter and complete submission to this sad fact, she ever so slightly thrust her bottom out to better meet the spanks that were reining down on her defenceless cheeks. For her it spoke of her acceptance of the spanking and for whatever was about to happen. The men took it as such. 

"Oooh, yes, spank it harder, spank that bitch's bottom harder. Ooh, she needs it, she needs it bad..." Victoria was clearly revelling in her role as a submissive bitch and, rather then talking to her husband, she was of course really pleading with her Masters to spank her harder, which they duly did. "Ooh James, her bottom is being spanked hard, her bottom is being spanked by two big black men. Ooh, James she is defenceless, she is defenceless, she loves it, she loves it..."

"Oh, God, Victoria, you are so naughty, I have never heard you speak like this before. Tell me, what are you doing?"

Victoria did not want to answer this question, she just wanted to revel in her bottom being spanked and enjoy the feel of this old black hand on her young white flesh. But the game had to be played. "I am lying on my bed, my legs are spread..."

On hearing this, Amos thought that this was a useful opportunity to change tact. He stopped spanking her bottom and instead thrust his hands between the valley of her buttocks and started to molest her young pussy. Naturally it was soaking wet. In no time he had easily thrust three of his fingers up hr tight wet cvnt.

"Oooh, God yes, that feels good. Oh that feels so gooood..."

"What feels good, what feels good, Victoria?"

"Oh, I have thrust three fingers up my pussy, oooh, now I have managed to get four fingers up my tight pussy." Amos had inserted in another finger. He knew the bitch could take this, and a whole lot more. "I am fucking myself James, I am fucking myself with my hand as I watch these two black men fuck this poor innocent white schoolgirl. Oh James, my pussy is so wet. Do we want me to insert another finger, James, do you want me to fuck me with all of my hand?"

"Oh yes, my dear, put all five fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself!" James cried out, as he inadvertently gave the order for a black man to fuck her with all of his hand. James had whipped out his penis and had started to furiously wank himself off. The thought of his wife getting turned on by that filthy black porno movie had caused him to experience an almighty six inch erection.

Victoria, looking down at Amos, with her lust filled submissive eyes, mouth open panting with desire, screamed out "Yes, yes, I am going to put another finger in my hot wet cunt." It was of course in fact a request for Amos to do so who, on hearing his bitch's request, shoved all five fingers up her soaking wet hole. "Oooh, God, James, I have five fingers in my pussy. Ooh James, it hurts. It hurts. Can I take them out, please let me take them out..." Victoria was of course pleading with Amos, rather than James, however both, for differing reasons, gave her a negative response. Amos merely shook his head whilst James, who thought he was forcing his wife to fuck herself, and was deriving great pleasure from the fact, did not want his fantasy to end. "No, no you mustn't. Fuck yourself. Fuck yourself hard, you naughty girl!" Victoria looked down at her black Master and screamed out "Ok, Master, I will fuck myself hard. Yes that's it, I am fucking myself hard, ooh, it hurts but I am doing it, do it, do it..." Amos started to thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. Victoria meanwhile had started to thrust her bottom down on the big black hand that had cruelly invaded, and taken control, of her married white pussy. "Oh James, I am fucking myself hard. It is so good, it is sooo good..."




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 03



James had never been called "Master" by his wife before and he instantly took to the idea of his wife becoming a submissive slut for him. "Yes, yes call me Master, my horny wife and tell me, are you enjoying it, are you enjoying fucking yourself?" As Victoria incoherently blabbered out how much she loved fucking herself, James could not believe how much of a turned on little tart his wife had become and how much his marriage had changed. Only just a few days ago, they, America's archetypal white upper middle class Republican voting married couple, would never have dreamt of having phone sex. But now, in response to seeing on film a couple of huge black niggers fuck a poor schoolgirl, they were turning into nymphomaniacs. . Black dick was indeed powerful, he mused. Little did he know how powerful it actually was.

Victoria looked down at her real Master, Amos. Any idea that James had of being her dominant were merely his illusions of grandeur. Her white husband could not possibly have the wherewithal to Master her like she needed to be. Only a black Master could and she was now communicating with him alone. Her husband may have been on the line listening in, deluding himself into thinking that it was he to whom all the cries and pleas were being directed to, but for all intents and purposes, Victoria was alone with her black conquers. Men she knew would dominant her like the whore she so desperately wanted, and needed, to become. As such, looking submissively down at Amos, she cried out in delight, "Oh yes, Master I am enjoying it, I am enjoying fucking myself. But it hurts Master, it hurts having so many fingers up my pussy. Master, be gentle with me, be gentle..."

"No, you must fuck yourself hard. Ram those fingers up your pussy, my delightful randy little wife!"

"Yes, Master, I am fucking myself hard. Oh God, yes." Amos responded by aggressively thrusting all of his five fingers in and out of her pussy and it was so wet that the squelching noises were audible to James on the phone. 

"God, you are such a naughty tart. Do you like watching those black man fuck that poor schoolgirl? Be honest with me, you naughty little tart, you like it, you fantasise about it yourself, don't you?" James closed his eyes and imagined watching his wife being fucked by two big black man, just as the schoolgirl was had been fucked on film. He did not really care for the response since he already knew what the answer was when he asked the question.

"Oh yes, James, I wish I was the schoolgirl in the video being raped by those two big black cocks. Ooh James, to be honest, it has always been my fantasy to be a schoolgirl and dominated by two old black men..." For the first time that day she spoke the truth and, as she did, she looked down at Amos, the old black man, who was actually dominating her. 

Amos smiled at the naughty bitch. Her transformation from faithful loving wife to obedient slut was proceeding better than he had expected. Talking to him via her husband had told him how filthy this white bitch was (in his experience, all white women were fundamentally filthy whores who craved nothing more than a good fucking at the hands of a black man. Some of them would not admit it or carry out their fantasies, but the lucky few who did, never looked back). 

Amos decided he wanted to change things slightly so, to Victoria's regret, he took his hand out of her pussy. "Oh!" Victoria exclaimed, in obvious disappointment. "What's happened?" James asked. All he could hear was panting down the phone. For a moment he wondered why he could not hear the film, sounds of schoolgirl cries as she was being gangbanged should have been ringing out. But then he realised that his wife would have put the film on mute in order for the gardeners not to hear what was going on. She was such a considerate wife, he thought. God he loved her so much.

His supposed loving wife was, at that very moment, not thinking about how much she loved her husband, she was thinking about how much she loved being abused by old black men and why Amos had stopped? The answer was quick in coming. Amos picked up her black dildo off the garden table, looking at it, smiled. There could be no doubt what was coming next, Victoria thought. Amos was going to fuck her with her dildo. 

"What's happening? What are you doing?" James once more asked, desperate for news on what his horny wife was up to. "I am going to get fucked by my big black dildo. I am going to get my dildo and fuck myself with it."

"Oh, that is so naughty. What are you doing now? Tell me, quickly"

"I am getting myself into the correct position." Victoria had correctly deduced that standing next to Amos was not the most desirable position for him. If she moved in front of him, not only would he get a better view of her gorgeous young bottom, he could better shove that mighty dildo up her pussy. So, without any prompting from her Master, Victoria walked over from where she was standing and stood in front of Amos. She looked down at him, making sure he approved of her actions, conscience that she had not been ordered to do anything and she was taking the initiative. Even at this early stage of her life a whore for these men, she knew that she was there to do whatever they bid, discretion on her part was not the better path. 

Amos looked up at her, he was expressionless. The bitch would learn in due course, but he was happy that she was making herself more available for him. Realising what she was trying to, he merely nodded his head in approval.

"What position are you getting yourself in? Talk to me!"

Victoria had turned around so she presented her bottom to Amos. She had then instinctively, without any prompting from her Masters, moved her legs apart so they were in a V position and leant forward, ever so slightly as she was wearing four inch heels and did not want to lose balance, and thrust her bottom towards her Master. This naturally caused her small pleated skirt to move further up legs, revealing almost all of her married white bottom. She correctly felt that this is what her Masters would want her to do. She was learning well. 

She was now looking straight at Jessie, who was just smiling and stroking his cock which, although still covered in his overalls, looked huge. She had still not seen it, despite feeling its power yesterday, but judging by the impressive bulge in his pant, it was clearly beyond anything she had seen or experienced before. She licked her lips and panted with fear. These men were going, at some point, to hurt her, of that, there could be no doubt.

Not wanting to exclude her husband from the debauched proceedings, Victoria spoke once more: "First, I am going to spread my legs." 

Amos then placed his hand on her bottom and started to feel it, it was so smooth and perfect. He slowly moved his hand up towards her the band of her g-string and started to drag it down her bottom and her legs. He wanted her pussy fully exposed. "Oh, and now I am removing my g-string, I want to expose my pussy. Ooh, it feels so wet, I am so turned on by these black men, their big black cocks and what they can do with them. How they can make that bitch scream..." 

Amos had taken her g-string but had not removed it completely, because of her spread legs, it could only be taken down to the top of her thighs and there it remained, a fitting symbol of her defeat and these men's victory. 

James, several miles away from his wife, alone in his office, closed his eyes and submerged himself into the most forbidden of fantasies -- that of his wife being fucked by some big black cock. In his dark fantasy, they would be on their wedding might and, as they entered their honeymoon sweet, they would be attacked by a couple of the black waiters who had served the, on their wedding table. They would have eyed his bride up during the night of the wedding and had decided to rape her. They would overpower him, tie him up in the bedroom and she would be raped right in front of him.

She would be stripped down to the pretty lingerie she had chosen for their special night, an outfit that was supposed to be for his eyes only. It would consist of white stockings, suspenders which were attached to a tight white teddy. Her big tits were too big for the teddy and they would have spilt out. They would have made her keep on her white veil as they fucked her, to emphasise that she was a bride being raped on her wedding night.

At first, of course, she would resist, but in not time, their massive 12 inch cocks would have taught her all about the power of black dick and she would be screaming out in pleasure, pleading for her attackers to fuck her harder. In one particular moment of the fantasy that James liked, she would be on all fours, staring right in front of her husband, and one of the rapists would be behind her fucking her. Her tits would be hanging down heavily, swinging to each thrust of her attacker. And as she was being raped, she would shout out to her husband over and over again, "So big! So hard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard..." 

James was combining this fantasy with what was going on back home and he wanted to find out what his wife was doing as she too fantasised about being fucked by a couple of niggers. "Now what are you doing with the dildo, have you started fucking yourself with is?" he urgently enquired? 

Victoria looked around to see what Amos was doing. He had picked the dildo up and was moving it towards her pussy. "I am about to put into my pussy but James, I am imagining that a black man is with me and he is going to put the dildo up my wet white married pussy. Oh James, I imagine that he is going to fuck me with it for being a naughty wife. Oh James, do you want your naughty wife to be fucked with this dildo. Do you want your wife to let this black man fuck me with our dildo? Tell me James, tell me..."

James was so immersed in the phone sex and the fact that his wife was acting out her fantasy which chimed so nicely with his, he could not do anything but play along, not suspecting for a second that she was relaying to him actual events.

"Yes, I want you to allow this black man to fuck you with our dildo".

"Ooh James, he is, he is putting the dildo into my pussy and it feels so big, ooh, be gentle" Victoria screamed, as she looked down at Amos who had roughly inserted half of the dildo up her tight wet cunt. Amos delighted that this slut of a wife had somehow managed to contrive a situation whereby she could explain to her unsuspecting husband exactly the events that were taking place, planned not to disappoint him and he started to shove as much of the 10 inch dildo into her pussy as he could. "Oh, my God, he has managed to get all of the dildo into my pussy. Oh James, he is now fucking me with it. He is fucking me hard..." Victoria thrust her bottom out to meet her thrusts and, looking straight at Jessie began to scream down the phone, "Fuck me, fuck me with that big black dildo. Oh I deserve it. I need it. Be rough with this naughty white wife!" 

"Oh yes, my dear, you are so naughty. Tell me, what are you wearing as you allow these "black men" to abuse your body?"

"Oh James...harder harder... I have on the tightest slutiest outfit... oh that feels so good, so big...I am wearing that small red and black mini skirt, you know the one that I bought but never wore because it is too short. And I have on a tight white shirt and no bra." James knew exactly which skirt she was referring to, it was indeed very very short. He had persuaded her to buy it and had fucked her in it once, the day they had bought it. But after that she had, despite his numerous requests, refused to wear it, always maintaining that it was too short for her to wear in public. True, it barely covered her bottom, but God did she look great in it. As such, James doubted very much whether she was actually wearing the outfit, bearing in mind the gardeners were (supposedly) downstairs. As far as he was concerned, she could have been wearing a sackcloth, but the description of the outfit had served its purpose. 

"Oh Victoria, that is naughty. You know how much I like that skirt, did you wear it because you wanted to impress those "black men" who are abusing you now?" James enquired, playing along with her fantasy, trying to throw more oil onto the considerable flames of their passion. 

"Oh yes, James, I wore this outfit to please my black Masters. I wore it to seduce them, to allow them to savour my young body. I would never wear it for you, but I would wear it for them... oh harder harder..." Victoria responded truthfully. Amos and Jessie were now not sure whether her husband was actually aware of what was going on, so devilishly honest was Victoria. She was playing a risky game but they, however, could not risk anything, they were so close to their conquest and they did not want her husband to find out (yet) and possibly put an end to their wicked endeavours. Instead, Amos continues to slide the dildo in and out of her pussy, causing her to get close to her climax. He marvelled how big and black it looked up against her petite white bottom. 

"Oh that is naughty. Yes, you are a naughty wife for wearing such an outfit for your "black friends". Have "they" taken your tits out of your shirt? If not, take them out, and let "them" play with them". 

"No, James, my tits are still in my shirt. Do you want to me to ask one of the black men here to take them out and maul them, to slap them and to treat them roughly as they do in the film?"

"Yes! Yes, my dear. Ask them! Ask them!" James was getting close. The supposed imaginary story was getting all too much for him. 

Victoria looked at Jessie, she was panting out loud as a result of his friend's actions, she was thrusting her bottom down on the dildo, anxious to get as much of it in her as possible. She now wanted him to abuse her big white tits. "Yes, I am going to ask one of the men to take out my tits" Jessie smiled, calmly got up and walked over to where Victoria was standing. "Oh God, James, he is coming over to me, he is going to take out my tits! Are you sure you want this? You are the only man who has played with them. You are going to allow another man, a black man to posses my big married white tities!" God, this phone sex was unbelievable, James thought. And she sounds so plausible, it is almost as if she does have a couple of black men with her... "Yes, yes, I want another man to posses your big white tits. I want this "black man" to maul them and to abuse them! Oh Victoria, you are so naughty..."

Jessie was now standing just inches away from his panting victim. He towered over her and looked down as she dutifully looked up, mouth open, pleading with him to take her tits out and to posses them. Then, without warning, he grabbed the folds of her tight white shirt and ripped it open, causing the buttons to scatter across the garden and her tits to deliciously wobble as they were violently set free. "Oh my God!" Victoria screamed, taken aback by the violence of his actions. She had expected him to gently unbutton her shirt and remove her breasts, but she was fast learning that, with black men, she should expect the unexpected, especially if the option was one of roughness over tenderness.

James had heard the sound of ripping and wondered what was going on. "What did you just do, my dear?" 

"Oh, I just ripped my shirt open in passion, darling. I mean of course this black man ripped open my shirt. Oh James, he is taking out my tits. Oh James he is playing with them. Ooh, be gentle, don't squeeze them so hard. Oh James, he is pinching my nipples, oh he is pinching them hard. Oooh, James I have one black man playing with my tits and I have another one raping me with my dildo. Oh James, his big black hands can almost cover all of my big married white tits. He is mauling tits that were once yours and I can't do anything to stop them James! They are attacking me, James. They are attacking me. What shall I do, shall I allow them to attack me, to posses my body? A body that I swore in church I would keep only for you?" "Oh yes, you wicked tart. Yes! This is so good, you are so good at this. I could almost believe that someone was actually with you! Yes, my dear, allow your "friends" to posses your body..."

Victoria was just panting out loud, she could not respond, such was the state that these men had forced her in. She was now just stationary, she could barely move and if it wasn't for the support of Jessie by holding on to her jugs, she feared that she would have fallen over. She looked down at her mauled tits and the contrast with her delicate young white flesh and his big, black, ugly old hands could not be more striking. But it was this roughness and the fact that she was being forced into these degrading acts by such old men that was the cause of so much pleasure. Meanwhile, behind her, as Amos fucked her aggressively with her dildo, he had, with his other hand, taken to spanking her defenceless bottom. It was this, more than anything else that was the trigger for her orgasm. 

"Oh James, it is too much, I am going to cum. Cum with me as these black men abuse your darling wife..."

On hearing this, James could do nothing else other than follow his wife's instructions and cum all over his expensive Armani pants. "Oh, yes, my gorgeous wife, I am cumming, I am cumming!" He screamed, in triumph at his wife's supposed fantasy being played out on the phone. If only he knew the truth...

A minute or so passed as both parties recovered from their intense orgasms. James's penis had remained hard. This did not happen too often, he thought. Clearly perverted phone sex with his wife being abused by imaginary black men was the way forward. Indeed, he had time for another orgasm, if his wife was willing to oblige him. 

"My darling that was amazing. That was fucking amazing. Do you know for a second or two, I actually believed that there were a couple of niggers with you, you were so God damn believable!"

"Don't be silly, my darling. You know my body is only for you." She lied, as Amos removed the dildo from her pussy. Amos then got up and moved over to where Jessie was standing. She now had two big black men towering over her and she knew that this time, unlike yesterday, there would be no escape. These men would want her to pleasure them and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it from happening. Her journey down the path to becoming a whore for black cock would start properly now. All previous events had been mere foreplay to whatever was to transpire now. She was meant to serve these men, to give them pleasure, it was not supposed to be the other way around. The fact that she may derive pleasure from her abuse and domination was all secondary to the pleasure that she was being forced to give these black men.

Of course her husband did not know any of this and instead babbled on about how wonderful things were. "Yes, yes, of course I know you would always be faithful to me. I trust you implicitly. It was just so wonderful..." And on and on he went. And this time Victoria was not listening to a word he said, so terrified was she about what was going to happen to her next.

Amos, who could overhear James's incessant babbling, decided to take things into his own hands. He grabbed the phone from Victoria, who initially thought, with horror, that he was going to speak to her husband, but instead he put the phone on to mute. He then barked what would the first of many orders to the innocent white wife. "Strip bitch, but leave the heels on." He then put the phone down on the table and put it on speaker. "And deal with your wimp of a husband. If you can't get rid of him, sort him out but regardless, you will pleasure us now, bitch."

James was still babbling away as his wife followed her new Master's orders and, without hesitation or protest, she very slowly removed her skirt and g-string, allowing them to fall on the floor by her feat. With as much dignity as she could muster, she picked them up and placed them on the nearby chair. All was left was her shirt, which was still open after being ripped apart by Jessie. With little difficulty that too was removed and placed on the chair. 




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 03



For the first time since she met James, she was proudly displaying her young body to a man other than her husband. And what a body it was. Despite the four inch heels, she still looked petite, especially in comparison to her attackers. She had the body of a porn queen and the comparisons to Jasmine Rogue, the Romanian porn Goddess, did not go unnoticed by the men, both porn connoisseurs themselves. She stood proudly upright, happy that her body was on view to her Masters. Her enormous tits stood proudly to attention, they were so pert they seemed to defy gravity in the way they were raised. Her nipples were bullet like in their stiffness and her closely trimmed pussy was still soaking wet with desire. She was panting and licking her lips, eager to find out what she would be ordered to do. 

But her husband was still in the picture. He would not get off the phone, go quietly and leave his wife to her fate. On speaker, so everyone could hear James was, unintentionally humiliating himself by revealing to his wife and her attackers exactly what he was feeling. "Oh my darling, I am still hard. The way you described being attacked by those black men, it was such a turn on. I am so embarrassed, but I just can't help myself. It is not like I want you to be fucked by black guys or anything [he lied] it is just that the thought of you being dominated by other men, especially a race of people who we do not mix with, you know forbidden sex and all that, well it is such a turn on..." 

Amos and Jessie laughed. The irony of it all. The poor fool had no idea that his sick fantasy was, in reality, being played out on his wife at that very moment. Amos went over to the phone and, looking at Victoria said, "Deal with the fool. Normally I would prefer it if you got rid of the idiot, but in this case, I think we can make an exception. Since he is deriving so much pleasure out of your supposed "fantasy", I see little reason why we should end the poor deluded fool's pleasure now." "No please, I can get rid of him. Let me pleasure you without James on the phone. Please..." Victoria was anxious to spare the man, she so desperately loved, any further humiliation. Her perverse needs did not necessarily mean that her husband had to be humiliated at the same time. If she could keep them quiet, somehow separate them from her normal lily white upper middle class existence, then that would be ideal. 

But Amos was never going to be that kind. Even before Victoria had finished her sentence he put his hand up to stop her from going any further. He wanted her husband humiliated, not least because it added to the sexual tension here. He knew that deep down, Victoria wanted to be abused in the presence, however remote, of the man she loved. She was a whore, after all.

"Bitch, do not ever question my order again. In due course you will be punished, but we do not have much time. We have a delivery of stones due here in any minute but, before then, you need to satisfy your black Masters. 

"Now, I want you to come over here and rub our black cocks until we cum. You will then allow us to cum all over you. We will of course avail ourselves of other parts of your body, but that will have to wait. For now, bitch, come over here, rub our cocks and talk to that poor fool of a husband of yours."

Victoria walked over to where Amos and Jessie were both standing and, as she did, Amos turned off the mute button on the phone. "Victoria, what's going on, are you still there?" James had realised that he had been going on and on for the last few minutes and his wife had not uttered a single word. "Yes, yes, I am still here, my darling. I have just put the phone on mute as I had to get undressed. I have been ordered to do so by my black Masters. Oh James, they are still here, they are ordering me about, they want me to do some wicked things with them. Tell me my dear, is your cock hard at the thought of me being naked for a couple of black men? Shall I do what they tell me to do? Shall I obey there every wish? I don't think I have much choice..."

James groaned with desire, his wife was still willing to continue with the dirty call and indulge his fantasy. God he was so lucky to have married such an understanding wife, a wife who willing to role play for him and to satisfy what he recognised to be his disgusting needs.

"Yes, yes, do what they tell you to do. What have they told you to do? What are they doing to you?"

"James, they have ordered to me to play with their big black cocks. They want me to rub them until they cum. They have told me that they are going to cum all over me. I know you have wanted to do that to me, to cum over my face, and I have never let you because it is disgusting. But I am going to let these black men do it because they are forcing me James. Oh James, they are forcing me to be a whore for black cock. Save me, James, save me..."

"Oh my darling, I can't. I can't. You must do whatever they tell you to do, my naughty wife!"

"Oh James, they are now playing with my tits. They are playing with my big white married tits. Each man has grabbed hold of one. Oh James..." As Victoria had moved over to Amos and Jessie, they in turn each moved to her side and grabbed hold of some succulent titie flesh and started to abuse it. Victoria, anxious to please, instinctively put her arms behind her head and thrust her chest out towards her Masters. This naturally had the affect of making her tits look even bigger. It did not go unappreciated and each man decided that her tits, like her arse deserved to be slapped. So there then followed some titie slapping, with each man cruelly slapping a tit which caused her tender white flesh to turn red. Victoria screamed out in pleasure. Her pleasure was one of pain being inflicted on her at the hands of black men. Perverse in the extreme, she reflected. 

"James, they are slapping my tits, they are slapping them hard. I think they want to hurt me. I think they want to make me their whore. Oh James, what should I do, it hurts, oh it hurts..."

James heard the sound of slapping on the phone and naively assumed it was Victoria slapping her own tits. Poor deluded fool. Once more he closed his eyes, started to play with his penis and imagined that his wife was actually in the hands of two big black men, at their mercy, unable to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to do with her. If only he knew the truth... "My dear you must let them, let them do what they want. You are at their mercy."

Amos and Jessie could not believe the poor fool was inadvertently directing his wife to do their bidding. Not wanting to disappoint him, they unzipped their pants and took out their massive black cocks. Jessie's was 13 inches in length and at least 2 ½ inches in girth. Amos's was slightly smaller at 12 inches. Both were as black as coal and the scariest things that poor Victoria had ever seen. They took her hands from behind her head and placed then on their dicks. She was now standing between these two huge black men, naked but for her heels, which raised her body to perfection, holding on to two of the biggest dicks she was ever likely to see. Then men continued to play with her tits, harshly flicking her nipples and aggressively mauling them. "What's going on?" James was keen for his wife to continue with her story. She had not spoken now for 30 seconds. Victoria was of course speechless. As the men had unzipped themselves, she looked down in fear. That fear was only compounded when they wrenched out their horse like cocks from their overalls. She thought she was dreaming when she saw them. Sure she had seen similar cocks in her porno film. But it was one thing seeing them on screen, another thing entirely seeing them in the flesh, especially when she was expected to serve them. 

And it was only when she was forced to hold on to them did she start to truly understand the power of black dick and how it was going to change her life. The first thing that became apparent was that she could not fully get her hand around them, so big were they. The second thing that dawned on her was that some day, not today clearly, but soon enough, those cocks would, whether she liked it or not, be invading her mouth, pussy and, most likely, her arse. And that thought made her shiver with fear and delight. Then, thoughts quickly turned to the poor schoolgirl on screen and how she had been made to serve cocks of a similar size and power and of her screams of pleasure and pain as she was taken again and again and again. That would be her and even if she wanted to stop her Masters, there was nothing she could do. She was now a whore for black cock. She was born to serve these men and other black cock that they ordered her to serve.

Sadly thoughts also returned to her pathetic husband, a man who, from a sexual perspective was rapidly diminishing in importance. A man who was wanking himself off to his wife's supposed "fantasy". A man who, with his penchant for p0rm and desire for his wife to dress more like a slut, had thrown her into the hands of the black man. And they were both about to discover that once you go black, you never go back. 

"James, they are making me rub their cocks. They are making me rub their big black cocks. Oh my God they are so big, so powerful. I have never seen anything like it before. 

"James, they are now forcing me down on to my knees, they want me to rub their cocks. They want me to rub their big black cocks. Oh James, I am on my knees now and I am rubbing their cocks. They are so big James. They are so big. Much bigger than your cock, James. I don't think I could ever handle such a cock in my pussy, James, what if they force me, what of they rape me..."

"Oh Victoria, rub their cocks. Do what they tell you to do. If they rape you, submit, you naughty girl..." 

"Oh James I will, they are my Masters. Tell me James, are you rubbing your cock? Are you rubbing your small cock white cock whilst I rub my Masters big black cock? Does it turn you on that your wife is being forced to rub another man's cock. Does it turn you on that it is a couple of black men who are forcing your wife to become their sex slave?"

"Yes, yes it does turn me on. I have always wanted you to be a slut. A whore. And yes, I am rubbing my cock whilst you are rubbing those black cocks. Oh Victoria I am close..." It was actually a good thing that James was close, had he not been he may have noticed the unmistakeable sound of two black cocks being rubbed. So much pre-cum had been released by both man on to their dicks that the sound of a cock being rubbed off was clearly audible down the phone.

Victoria looked up at her Master and noticed that both men had a look of cruel determination and, like her husband, they were close. It was not just Victoria's sweet ministrations on their big ugly cocks that was the cause of their impending climax. The sound of her husband and the fact that his wife was being forced to humiliate him was also a cause of much of their evil pleasure. "Oh James, they are close, my Masters are close to cumming all over your innocent wife's white body. Oh James, they are close to releasing their black spunk all over the body that once belonged to you. James, are you close, cum with them James, cum with them as these men defecate your wife's body..."

"Yes, yes I am going to cum. Tell me when to cum. Tell me when your "black Masters" come over you." 

"Oh James, they are close. Their dicks seem to be getting harder, and their balls look so big, I imaging they will shower me with spunk." It was all true. Their dicks seemed to Victoria to grown in strength and in size. They felt like rods of black steel in her delicate white hands. Both men were now panting out load. Victoria, conscience of not allowing her husband to hear these sounds (could be difficult to explain), was ever more anxious for these man to cum, and for her husband to cum, so that these debauched proceedings could come to a happy end. As a result, she rubbed their cocks even more furiously. This had the desired affect. They both simultaneously rocked their hands back and opened their mouths. Normally they would scream out loud but instead they made muffled noises of delight. And, in any event, these sounds were drowned out by Victoria yelling down the phone "They are cumming. James, they are cumming. Cum, my darling husband, cum as my black Masters, cum on my body. Oh God, they are cumming. So much spunk..." 

And boy did her Masters cum. They had directed their cocks at her face and they sprayed it with copious amounts of thick white creamy spunk, amounts which only a black man could produce. In the space of a few seconds, Victoria's once innocent white face was covered all over with the spunk of two black men. She naturally screamed out in horror at this abuse. "Oh God, my face is covered in spunk. Oh James, they have cum all over me and they have so much spunk. Oh James, I am covered with another man's spunk. There's so much. Some of it is on my tits..." "Oh darling that is good, that is so good, I am cumming also, I am cumming, aggghhhh..." and James came as his wife's body was being covered by another man's spunk.

A minute or so subsided before anyone spoke. And thankfully it was James and he was ending the call. "Darling that was a great story! You are so good at that, we should have phone sex more often. You and your imaginary "black Masters" are always invited. Look we will talk this evening, I have to go now and clean myself up. I have a meeting in five. Chao, darling." And with that he hung up, he had not even waited for her to speak. 

Victoria had just stayed kneeling on the floor, face and tits covered with spunk. She was finally alone with her Masters. Them and their impossibly big black dicks. Dicks which, although she still held in her hand, were rapidly deflating. It was Amos who broke the silence. "Well, that was not bad, for starters. But we would normally expect so much more from our whores than a mere hand job. In normal circumstances we would ask you suck us off, but our delivery will be here any minute and we need to make some progress if we are to get any money out of your pathetic husband. Tomorrow we will use your mouth, but for now you should go and clean yourself up, you look filthy." And with that dismissive tone, Amos indicated that she should go.

However Jessie had other ideas. "Hang on a second, stay kneeling on the floor, bitch." Victoria obeyed, somewhat confused. Did they have time to force her to suck their cocks or not? All would be revealed in a second. "You do look filthy, but I have a way to clean you up nice and quickly..." Jessie moved around to stand right in front of her and his cock was now just inches away from her face. Holding his cock, he once more directed it towards her face and, grinning intensely, looked down as she, in her most natural and submissive way looked up, waiting to submit to whatever perverse wish he had. She assumed he would ask her to suck his cock. To suck it until it became hard once more and he would then ejaculate down her throat. 

She could not have been more wrong. Jessie instead, to her horror, started to piss on her beautiful face. Laughing as he did , he cried out, "Boy, I needed to take a leak for a while and now that I can, I can clean this filthy bitch up! That's it, take my warm piss, you fucking dirty whore..." Both men were laughing uncontrollably as torrents of warm yellow piss rained down on poor Victoria's once innocent face. Despite screaming in disgust (which of course allowed some of the piss to enter her mouth) she did not move or flinch. She remained exactly where she was, allowing herself to be abused in this horrifying manner, only too aware that she was there to serve her black Masters in whatever perverse way they desired.

Jessie moved his cock down slightly and directed it at her breasts, cleaning off the remnants of their ejaculation with his piss before returning to her face.

After a minute or so, once Jessie had finished, a drenched looking Victoria rose from her kneeling position. She looked an utter mess. A once proud, confident white wife, married to a multi millionaire had been reduced to a whore who was willing to allow an old man to piss on her. How did it come to this? Before Victoria could analyse the situation, from the front of the house, the arrival of a truck could be heard. The stones had arrived and she had escaped any further abuse for the day. 

Amos, once more looking her in that fearful intimidating fashion, said "Tomorrow, you will suck our cocks. Go."

To be continued...



Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 04



Thursday

The next day Victoria got up, confused but excited with what was going to happen to her. After being abused by the black men yesterday, they had told her that today she was going to be forced to suck their big black cocks. Yesterday she had rubbed them off, allowing them to ejaculate all over her face and tits. And then she had allowed them to urinate all over her. Whilst for most wives this would amount to a disgusting act of sexual infidelity, for Victoria, it was merely a necessary act on her path down to pure domination at the hands of her new black Masters. 

Although apparently happily married, Victoria, in a matter of just a few days, was now craving black cock and the pleasure she knew it could give her. As soon as she woke up, her pussy became wet at the prospect of being forced to serve these men. Again. She now knew that she was destined to become a complete whore where she would allow all of her holes to be dominated and fucked by them. It was just a matter of time and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. 

So Victoria rose from her bed and began to wonder what she should wear for this momentous day. What could she possibly wear that could please her Masters? Something, revealing and slutty, obviously, but before she could make a decision, she heard the bleep of her phone go which told her that she had a new SMS message. Her phone was on her dresser and she walked over to see who it was. She immediately saw that she had a message from Amos. Hands shaking, she pressed a button and read it.

"Bitch, running late. Will b there at 1pm 4 lunch. Make sure u r dressed in an outfit appropriate 4 someone who will be expected to serve us lunch. Amos, your Master..."

Victoria licked her lips as she read the message again. "...Make sure u r dressed in an outfit appropriate 4 someone who will be expected to serve us lunch..." His instructions were explicit, as always, and her mind immediately turned to what she could wear that would be appropriate. Opening her wardrobe and looking at all the expensive Channel and Armani numbers, she quickly came to the conclusion that she had nothing suitable. What she was looking for was a maid's costume. A sexy, slutty maid's outfit, to be more precise, since only something that revealed most of her body would satisfy her demanding Masters. And she would have to go to a sex shop to buy one. 

She knew exactly where to go, since she had visited one recently to purchase her big black dildo. And in it she recalled seeing a sexy French maid's outfit that would be suitable for her Masters.

She checked the time. It was 8am. That left her five hours to kill. What to do? She then remembered that she was due, that morning, to attend church. There was a ladies meeting to discuss the church's forthcoming summer party. It was an annual event at the Hampton's and a must for all the local wives to attend. It was a chance to mingle and be seen at one of Hampton's premier charity events. As a regular church goer, Victoria had agreed to help out and, as such, she had to attend. However, since the meeting was due to start at 10am, and she only needed to be there a couple of hours or so, it still gave her ample time to go to the sex shop, collect the outfit and be home in time to serve Amos and Jessie's big old black cocks. It could be the perfect day.

As Victoria got herself ready to go to church, her mind wondered to all the wives that would turn up at these events, desperate to show off and to try and out do each other in terms of looks. Victoria, young and stunning, had little to worry about. She thought, with some justification, that she was the most attractive woman who went to church and she found none of the wives particularly intimidating. With the possible exception of one: the Priest's wife, Sandra. Sandra was married to the Bishop, the Rt Reverend James Fowler. 

Victoria found her intimidating, not only because of who she was married to, being the wife of the Bishop was a position of some influence in the closely knit community of the Hampton's, but also because she was the only woman who came remotely close to her in looks. Sandra was stunning. Although she was older than Victoria, she was in her early 30s and had borne two of the good Father's children, she still possessed a body to die for. Like Victoria, she had long blonde hair, stunning angelic face, and the body of a porn queen [for similarities in body, readers should compare her to the porn actress Julie Silver, although her face is more angelic and sweet looking to that of the lovely Julie]. Her tits were slight smaller than Victoria's, at an impressive 34D, but they were still pert, as was the rest of the body. And of course, being the Bishop's wife meant that she had to dress accordingly. Chanel suits, in a Jackie O sort of way, was how she looked. Conservative but sexy. Stylish but, underneath, a strong sense of a woman possessing a hot body.

In addition to her stunning looks, Sandra appeared to be a faithful, loving wife to the Bishop. They looked a happy couple and, although the Bishop was at least 25 years older than Sandra, he in his late 50s, their marriage seemed to work well. 

She did not work, they were a wealthy family, and she was always at the Bishop's side, wherever he happened to be. For instance, each Sunday at church, she would teach bible class for the youngsters; at charity functions, she would always there be at his side, putting up with yet another tedious fundraising event; and on TV, she would be there with the Bishop when she would regularly speak about how important God was in making a good, wholesome clean American family. She would also lecture her audience about the evils of the liberal agenda, principally how they were looking to corrupt God's children with sex and porn.

But behind this extreme Christian agenda (which incidentally both James and Victoria agreed with), there appeared to something else at work. Something which Victoria could not properly explain and which appeared to contradict her moral righteousness.

It was the way Sandra would look at Victoria whenever they met. It was like she was eyeing her up, but in a sexual way, like the way men always did to her. But a woman doing it was different. Sandra would always hold her hand for that bit longer and lick her lips whenever they met. She would blatantly stare at her, looking her up and down, obviously ogling her beautiful young body, just as all men did. This would always make Victoria feel slightly confused, on the one hand it made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but the reaction of her pussy, becoming soaking wet whenever she saw her, made her wonder whether she wanted to experience some girl on girl action? To be fucked by Sandra, maybe with another man...

So, with Sandra in mind, she took great care as she went about trying to look her very best. Conservative but sexy was the way forward. So she chose a light, brown, tight Chanel dress. It was simple but perfect. It was a one piece number that was figure hugging and which showed off her big 36DD tits and small tight arse to perfection. It came a few inches above her knee and, when she put on her five inch brown heels, her dress was raised up a few of more inches. It was a hot day so she not need wear stockings. She completed the outfit by putting on an expensive pearl necklace. She looked every bit the sexy housewife ready to meet the other wives, and in particular Sandra...

After the meeting, and on her way to the sex shop, Victoria reflected on how things had gone with Sandra. Surprisingly, Sandra was not her normal, confident, intimidating self. At the start, things had gone on as usual. Victoria was one of the first people Sandra spoke to as she quickly left the side of her husband, the Bishop and went over to greet Victoria as soon as she saw her. As always, Sandra looked her stunning best. Today she had worn a light pink flowery summer little number, it was short, tight, looked sexy but not out of place in a church gathering. The perfect combination for any young, h0rny housewife. 

Their conversation started off in the usual manner -- Sandra greeted Victoria with two kisses on each cheek then, as she held her hand, she looked up and down at her, commenting on how lovely she looked and how did she manage to get her figure looking so well? Whilst they spoke, Sandra's eyes always seemed to linger on Victoria's large tits, and she would lick her luscious, full red lips. 

There then followed the usual inane small talk while each woman eyed the other up. Victoria was convinced Sandra was thinking about what it would be like to fuck her, but then again, Victoria was doing exactly the same thing -- wondering what it would be like to kiss another woman, have their breasts rub up against each other, to lick her pussy and maybe get fucked by her with a giant strap on dildo.

As these wild perverted thoughts were going through the young wife's head, she found herself talking about her garden, the fact that she had gardeners coming around today to start work. They were supposed to be a very good firm, Victoria told her, came highly recommended by a number of people including a few of the housewives here today. 

Well, she and the Bishop were always on the look out for good gardeners, the church had such big grounds, it always required work. Who were they, she enquired? 

When Victoria mentioned the name of the firm, Sandra's whole demeanour suddenly changed. She became very nervous and her face went bright red. She was no longer the confident, predatory housewife that she usually was. She quickly excused herself and Victoria found herself alone. Highly unusual, Victoria thought, but she did not spend too long dwelling in it as, not before too long, she found herself immersed in a long conversation with another one of the wives about how the neighbourhood was changing with the influx of the odd black neighbour...

It was a short drive to the sex shop and it took Victoria little time to locate the necessary items, purchase them and be back in her car driving home.

It was 12.30pm once she got back, giving her little time to get herself ready. She rushed upstairs, and began to undress...

At 12.45pm, she looked at herself in the mirror. There, standing in front of her, was a sexy French maid all ready and available to serve her black Masters. She looked at herself from top to bottom and saw a h0rny slut wearing a frilled collar which went around her neck, a frilled hat, a black stretch satin halterneck with apron and net petticoat. Naturally the apron flared out at the bottom and barely covered her bottom and up top her tits were too big and were in danger of spilling out. With all that, she wore five inch patent black heels and black fishnet, hold up stockings. Perfect.

She then walked downstairs to wait for her black Masters...

At 1pm the doorbell went. Of course they would not be late. Although they had house keys, they clearly wanted their bitch to come and greet them. So, tottering over in her heels, conscience that her outfit afforded her body little protection from the men's leering eyes, she went and opened the door. When she did, there, standing in front of her, were the towering presence of her black Masters, Amos and Jessie. Licking their lips, eyeing her up and, without uttering a word, they entered her house. 

As she closed the door, it was Amos, the leader of the two, who spoke first. "Bitch, you have dressed well. Very well, in fact. You see, I always insist on my bitch's being dressed for the occasion. And since Jessie and I have had a busy morning, we require you to serve us lunch. Therefore, I thought it appropriate you be dressed accordingly." 

He then moved a step closer and, without asking, placed his big hand on her lovely white arse and pushed her even closer to him so that she was now pressed up right against his taught, muscular stomach. She in turn placed her hands on his shoulders and dutifully looked up into his face. Both of his hands then went under her skirt to play with the naked cheeks of her young bottom. "Do you like dressing like this, like a sexy maid, ready to serve your black Masters?"

Victoria had no hesitation in replying. "Yes, Sir, if it pleases you Sir, I will dress in any manner you see fit."

"Good! Good answer..." And with that, he lightly spanked her cheek. "Well, serve us lunch, bitch, we are hungry. We will be in your lounge waiting for you. 

"Oh, and by the way, we have also bought a DVD to watch. You should find interesting..." 

Victoria walked into the kitchen to prepare her Masters lunch curious to know what was on the DVD. Porn, no doubt. Black men fucking white women, no doubt. The very best. She licked her lips at the prospect. 

After a few minutes, she had prepared a couple of jerk chicken sandwiches and poured them some beer. Putting their lunch on a tray, she then very carefully walked into the lounge to serve them. As she entered, she saw that both men had made themselves comfortable on her big three seat flowery couch, each man was sitting on either side with a big gap in between them. She suspected that the gap was for her.

When she walked in, they stopped talking to each other in order to look at their serving wrench. In her tiny maid's outfit, high heels and carefully holding their lunch, she looked like every serving waitress should when serving her Masters. "Bitch, come and put the lunch over here." Amos said, pointing to a coffee table which was placed directly in front of them. As ordered, she walked over and, standing directly in front of her Masters, she bent down to place the tray on the table. As she did, she made sure her legs were always perfectly straight and that she was just bending her back, correctly assuming that this was the correct position to adopt when serving your Master's lunch. And she knew that as she bent down, her apron would hang down thus affording her Masters a perfect view of her big 36-DD tits. Had anyone been standing behind her, they would have also had a perfect view of her naked arse, as her tiny apron rose up as she bent down. 

Once she had put the tray down, then, without any prompting, she served them lunch. She brought over to each man a plate of sandwiches and glass of cold beer. As she bent down to hand them their lunch, her lose apron would once more hang down to reveal, to their greedy, eyes her married tits and each man could not help but to take the opportunity to feel each of her breasts. They did so without asking and with such nonchalance that could only come from men who were in full possession and control of their bitch. As indeed they were.

Once she had finished serving them, she moved to one side to await further instructions. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked down. She noted that, as a result of the mauling, her tits were hanging outside her apron. She made no attempt to cover them up, knowing full well that this would not be what her Masters would want. They would want to see her tits, in all their glory, heaving up and down as she waited upon them.

Amos and Jessie then ate their lunch. Neither of them spoke a word to Victoria instead they talked amongst themselves, mainly about business. Occasionally they would look over her to admire her body. Fifteen or so minutes passed before they finished and before a word was spoken to her and, as always, it was Amos, who spoke first.

Clasping a napkin to his lips and having the look of a satisfied customer, he looked over to Victoria and said "Hmm, that was lovely, very nice. But why don't you come over here and take a seat next to Jessie and I..." Amos patted the middle part of the couch, which had been deliberately left empty.

"That's it, sit yourself down and make yourself nice and comfortable... My my, your dress is very short, isn't it. Did you buy that especially for us? Yes, of course you did. Your pitiful husband could not possibly have the balls to make you wear something like this, could he?" Victoria shook her head. "No, I thought not.

"God, you do have nice big tits, and such lovely legs. I am glad to see you have worn stockings for us, but I note you did not wear any garters or garter belt. Make sure you always wear these in future. These are essential items whenever you meet your Maters...

"And I see that Jessie had already started to suck on your fat big nipples. Do you like that? Yes, I am sure you do, you naughty dirty bitch. Now spread your legs for me so I can get access to your pussy. That's it, nice and wide... Oh my, you are dripping wet... You are such a h0rny piece of work...

"I wonder what your husband would make of all this? You dressed up like this for your black Masters. Shall we call him and ask him?"

"Oh! Oh! P-please no. Don't call him. He won't be happy to know that his wife has dressed up like this to please her black Masters. P-please..." Already Victoria was delirious with pleasure. Just by sitting down next to these big, old black men, and having them touch her, was enough to reignite all those forbidden pleasures that she had so joyously experienced yesterday. Jessie was happily sucking on one of her tits and playing with the other whilst Amos had managed to insert four of his fingers into her soaking wet cunt. As a result of this, she experienced her a small orgasm and she did so ever so quietly so as not to alert her Masters that she was such a randy bitch who would cum at the slightest of touches. 

"No, I don't think we will call him. Not yet, at least.

"But before we proceed with the cock sucking that you owe us, I thought we would show you a little porno film. We know that you and your husband have a penchant for such things so we thought we would bring one of ours over to get us all in the mood. Would you like to see it, my dear?"

"Oh yes, Sir, I would. I would like that very much. Is it one of black men fucking white women, Sir?" She asked, still panting with desire and getting close to another orgasm. 

"Of course it is. But it is slightly different from the ones you have watched in the past. You see, you can't get this film in any video store or on any website. You see, this is a specially made home video for our pleasure only and one which will demonstrate, quite aptly I think, the kind of service that we require from our white whores. 

"So let's take a look shall we and see what the bitch does. Hopefully you will be up for more of the same." With that, Amos picked up the remote which operated the DVD and TV and started to press away. Clearly the men had already taken the liberty of inserting the DVD into the player.

After a few seconds, the DVD started. The grainy quality of the picture immediately suggested that this was not a film made using the high definitional technology that was so prevalent in most films these days. This was very much homemade and thus had much more of a sense of realism about it than usual. Victoria looked on with much interest, eager to see what, she assumed, would be a film of Amos and Jessie fucking some random bitch. She was excited at the prospect. Having already rubbed their mighty cocks, she could only imagine the power they would exude when they fucked a dirty, h0rny t@rt. 

Jessie meanwhile had stopped sucking her tits and was now also watching the film. He, along with Amos, had placed his hand on one of her spread legs and was stroking the flesh above her black fishnet stockings. All that could be heard now was Victoria's heavy breathing.

The film started. Initially there was no sound and all that was showing was a woman's foot. It was a strange beginning, Victoria thought, but she looked on, interested to see how the film would develop. The lady was wearing a white shoe which had, unsurprisingly, a ridiculously high heel, at around 5-6 inches. The shoe was on what looked to be a very dirty, tiled floor. 




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The camera then panned upwards focussing on a pair of beautiful, slim, white legs which were crossed. The woman was wearing a pair flesh coloured nylons or stockings (at this stage you could tell which). 

The camera continued to slowly move upwards, focussing on her legs. The cameraman was clearly giving the audience ample opportunity to savour this ladies body. The film then came to focus on her, slim lovely thighs. They were not covered and Victoria assumed that, whatever the woman was wearing, it must have been short. Very short. On them, the woman had placed her hands which were folded in prayer like fashion. The camera then paused and focussed on an enormous, solitaire diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band. The woman was clearly married. 

The camera then moved on, still focusing in on her lovely thighs until it came to rest at the bottom of her dress. Victoria was right, the dress was very short since virtually all of her thighs were on display. There the camera again stopped for a few seconds. You could now hear the sound of heavy breathing. It sounded like it came from whoever was holding the camera and it sounded like a man. A few more seconds passed as the camera remained focussed on the top of her thighs, but it moved up and down in response to the heavy breathing, and no doubt excitement, of the cameraman.

Then, for the first time, words were spoken and they came from the man Victoria assumed to be the cameraman. "Lift your dress up so I can see the tops of your legs." Victoria immediately noted that the voice, surprisingly, was not that of Amos or Jessie since it was not a deep, commanding voice, but rather a soft voice and it appeared to belong to an older gentleman. Perhaps it was a very old black man who was directing proceedings, Victoria thought?

The film remained focussed on the top of her thighs, waiting for something to happen. But still, after a few seconds, nothing happened and her skirt remained where it was. "Come on now, do as you're told and lift your skirt for me."

"P-please, don't make me do it..." You now heard a sweet woman's voice, clearly belonging to the person being filmed. And it was also clear that she was being filmed under duress. Still the camera did not remove, remaining on her lovely thighs.

"Come on dear, do as you're told. You know you want to..." Again you heard the soft voice of the cameraman and this time his demands were met for, ever so slowly, her hands emerged to lift her skirt up. As was to be suspected, she was wearing stockings which were attached to white garters. The lady then pushed her skirt up right to her waist giving the audience a wonderful view of her exposed thighs. The camera spent around 30 seconds focusing on these before it slowly moved up again.

It quickly moved over her flat stomach until it came to rest on her breasts. Her large breasts and, to the trained eye, they were a 34-D. Unfortunately these were still covered by her light flowery dress but the cut was very low so you got a good look at much of her delicious cleavage. It also became apparent that the lady was not wearing a bra since, after a few seconds her nipples began to become erect and started to push out against the thin cotton material. 

Despite her apparent reluctance, she had clearly dressed with her black Masters in mind.

After several seconds of focusing on her wonderful breasts and cleavage, the camera continued upwards and her neck came into view. The lady was wearing a big pearl necklace. Whoever she was, she was clearly a woman of means. Just these men's type, Victoria thought. Married, rich, attractive and reluctant, just like she was, she mused.

The camera then moved up again in order to finally reveal her face. And Victoria was anxious to see this poor lady's face in order to get a better idea of what type of woman could also fall under the spell of these evil, black men. 

And when it came into view she gasped in horror for, on camera was not some random, anonymous lady who Victoria did not know but, staring directly into the camera, looking ever so nervous and licking her full luscious red lips was someone that Victoria knew and knew very well. It was the bishop's wife, Sandra!

"Oh my God!" Victoria screamed out, in utter shock and horror. Sandra Fowler, the wife of the Bishop of the Hampton's, one of the most respected dioceses in all of America, and the wife one the most senior bishop's in all of America, was appearing in one of Amos and Jessie's home made porno films! This was not possible. This was not right. "Oh my God, it can't be! It can't be!" Victoria screamed, in utter shock and confusion.

Indeed it was not just Victoria who was taken aback. Amos and Jessie were slightly surprised with her reaction. They had no idea that Victoria knew Sandra. Not that that this was an issue for them. Indeed it actually opened up several new lines of opportunity, which they had not previously envisaged...

"Do you know this woman?" Amos enquired?

"Yes, yes, I know Sandra. But she is the bishop's wife! His wife should be faithful... How? How? How did you get her on film? This is not right! She is the wife of the Bishop, a man of God. She, she is a true believer..." Victoria screamed out, looking at Amos, genuinely horrified at what she was seeing. Surely a man of God's wife should be immune from the evil machinations of these men. Was nothing sacred, she wondered?

Of course not. Not to these men, at least.

Amos laughed at her naïve, foolish question. "Every woman has needs, why don't you just watch the film and see what actually happens..."

Victoria looked at him, nodded her head, licked her lips and then looked back at the film. In some perverse, dark way Victoria already understood. Just a week or so ago she wouldn't have. But that was before Amos and Jessie had come into her life and introduced her to how a h0rny white woman, such as herself, should really behave (badly). She, like Sandra, was also a true believer, a conservative bible thumper who believed in the sanctity of marriage and the belief that the two races, black and white, should mix as little as possible. But her she was, serving them was. Who was she to judge?

Back on film, the respected wife of the Bishop, a woman who was normally associated with doing good, honest work, for the church and the local community, was staring back at Victoria with those big, blue baby eyes, looking like she was pleading with the cameraman for all this to stop.

"Oh God, this is so bad!" Victoria screamed out. But the way she panted like a dog in heat suggested she was turned on by the prospect of seeing one of New York's most respected women abused. Amos and Jessie also sensed that the bitch was getting turned on, which in turn aroused in them familiar feelings of sexual need. As such, both men simultaneously unzipped their pants in order to remove their abnormally large black cocks. Fully erect, they each stood at over a foot long. They then each grabbed one of Victoria's small little hands and placed them on their respective cocks. 

Victoria, meanwhile, had not even bothered to look at what was going on next to her, so transfixed was she by the film. And even when the men placed her dainty little hands on their throbbing big black cocks, she did not even flinch from looking at Sandra's pleading face. Instead, she did what now came naturally to her and gently started to rub her Masters cocks. 

Victoria's actions were an indication of the stunning transformation from religious, conservative wife to submissive whore for black cock. And the men, who were the ultimate cause and beneficiaries of this, sat back to luxuriate in the sweet administrations of their white whore, happy that her transformation at their hands was almost complete. Almost, because so much more would be expected from her...

Back on film, poor Sandra started to speak. "Please, please don't make me do this. Please, you know it is not right. You of all people must know this..."

"All I know is that you want this. That is why you came here, isn't it?" As the cameraman spoke again, Victoria thought she could recognise the voice, it sounded strangely familiar. She just could not place where she had heard it before?

But before she could dwell on this, Sandra looked straight at the camera and started to reply. "No! I-I was tricked. I didn't know he was going to bring me here. To this place. To where you would be! Why? Why are you doing this to me? Why?"

"I am doing this because I know you want this. I am doing this because I know you are a dirty whore for black cock. 

"And just look at you. You have dressed for black cock, haven't you?"

In response to this Sandra said nothing other than look down and lick her lips. Clearly she knew that he was speaking the truth.

"You are not even wearing a bra, are you?" Sandra shook her head. "And you did this to please your black Masters, didn't you?"

"No, no, I didn't! I swear! I often don't wear a bra!"

"Don't lie to me!" For the first time the cameraman had raised his voice and, in response, Sandra let out a gasp of fear. It was as if she had not expected this and now a tear fell from her eye and slowly trickled down her cheek. 

"P-please, don't..."

"No. I will not listen to your pitiful pleas for leniency. I will not hear them. You will do as you are told."

The film then slowly started to zoom out and, instead of the audience just being able to see Sandra's beautiful face, more and more of her and her surroundings came into view. It then became apparent to Victoria that Sandra was actually sitting on a toilet! The camera panned out even further and indeed Sandra was sitting on a toilet in what appeared to be some sort of lavatory cubicle. The camera panned out some more so that the whole strange scene came into view. 

The men's cubicle in which Sandra was sitting was clearly a filthy one, judging by its state. The floor tiles, which should have been white, had developed a strange yellow look about them, probably as a result of un-cleaned piss. The walls on all sides were covered in graffiti and other dubious stains. This was a men's toilet in an establishment the likes of which Sandra or Victoria (in normal circumstances) would never visit. 

And in this disgusting, filthy men's room, was Sandra Fowler, the good wife of the Bishop, sitting on a toilet, dressed in her tight, short, beautiful outfit, legs demurely crossed revealing her stockings and garters, her big tits heaving up and down, no doubt as a result of fear which also registered on her angelic face. In normal circumstances, no one would expect a woman of such beauty and class to be in a place of such filth. 

To Victoria it all, understandably, looked rather surreal and she wondered what how Sandra ended up being in such a place? 

"Now, do as you are told, get on to your knees and suck that big, black cock, you dirty bitch." As the cameraman spoke, he was also panting, no doubt, Victoria assumed, because he was utterly turned on and excited by having such a classy bitch as his disposal. She imagined that the cameraman was some old, black janitor, a filthy man who was responsible for cleaning (or not cleaning, as the case maybe) this disgusting place. Somehow he had managed to trick poor Sandra into coming here and that it was he who was about to be sucked off, hence his understandable excitement.

"No, no please, don't, don't make me..." Sandra pleaded.

"Sandra, do as you are told and suck that big black cock!" Victoria was a little taken aback by this for the voice on film was different to the cameraman's and Sandra had, for the first time, looked to one side, away from the camera, and it appeared that she was looking at someone else. This voice was a deep, commanding one and the man did not need to raise his voice to make his point. It exuded enough authority without any need for any histrionics. Victoria immediately knew that this was definitely a black man's voice. However, it was not the voice of Amos or Jessie since it sounded too posh and well spoken for them. But Victoria had no idea who it was since he, like the cameraman, stayed out of the picture. 

Still looking away from the cameraman, Sandra continued to plead for mercy. "P-please Sir, I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be forced to serve anymore black cocks. I want to be a good wife now. I want to go on working with my husband and the church, helping pass on the word of our Lord..." Sandra then her head to once more look at the cameraman. "But how can I do this when I am being asked to be a whore also? This is not right, this is not what I teach or believe... you know that, you can help me..." Clearly this was not Sandra's first time at being forced to be a black cock loving whore, but it appeared that she did not want it to go on any further and wanted it to stop.

"That is not our concern, Sandra, you are here to serve, and you will serve." Came the black man's firm reply. "You are here to serve our cocks, whether you like it or not. Your consent is neither required, nor deemed necessary. So, I suggest you do as you are told, you know you want to..."

Sandra looked down and, licking her lips, replied, "I don't have any choice, do I? I have no choice but to serve your cocks." Then, looking back at the camera and, as if she was talking to the cameraman alone, she continued. "But, I do it under duress. I never meant any of this to happen. I swear, I always wanted to be a faithful wife. I never wanted to become a whore for black cock. He made me do it!" She screamed as she pointed in direction of the second man. Tears were now streaming down her eyes and, as she wiped them off her cheeks, she went on. "I will do this because I am being forced to, because I have no choice, not because I want to..." 

"Of course you don't, you dirty whore. Now, do as we say, get on your knees and suck that cock." It was now the cameraman's turn to speak and this time Sandra meekly nodded her head in agreement.

Victoria now assumed that Sandra would kneel down, crawl over to the cameraman, or his accomplice, and suck their cocks. However, surprisingly, Sandra did not get up and make her way towards the camera. Instead she swivelled on the toilet to her left (and the audience's right) so that she was now at a 90 degree angle from the camera and, rather than get a front on view, you got a perfect view of her lovely profile. Then, getting off the toilet seat she knelt on the disgustingly dirty floor and slowly shuffled forward until she came to the side partitioning of the toilet cubicle, the one which usually partitions one cubicle off from another. 

This at first looked like any other partitioning, to the left of Sandra there was a toilet paper roll and the wall had a heavy amount of graffiti on it. But that was as far as any similarity would go for, right in front of Sandra's pretty face, you could see that there was a hole. It was a big hole, one which if you wanted to look through you could easily see what was going on in the toilet next door. 

Sandra's face was now about a foot away from the hole, and her mouth was open. Victoria was confused. Naively she wondered what on earth could Sandra be doing, kneeling on the floor, mouth wide open in front of an empty hole in a wall? 

And, in a matter of a few seconds, sweet little Victoria's confusion was resolved when out popped through the hole, a big black cock. 

Of course, this was no normal hole, this was a Glory Hole.

"Oh my God!" Victoria screamed, she had not been expected this! The bishop's wife, was about to suck a big black cock, in a men's toilet, and she would not even know who she would be sucking!

Victoria found it utterly obscene, abhorrent and amoral. As a result, her pussy became wetter and her nipples harder. It seemed that the filthier the situation, the hotter she became. She was as bad as Sandra, she thought.

The head of the cock was now just a few centimetres away from Sandra's open mouth. She had not yet touched it and, before she did, her face turned to face the camera once more and, looking again with those pleading blue eyes said, "Please, please make this stop. Please, you can make this stop. I don't have to do this, please..."

"Suck it, bitch!" the cameraman yelled in response to her pathetic pleas. Sandra once more looked back towards the enormous black cock and, rather than immediately suck it, her tongue emerged from her mouth and she started off by licking the massive plumb. It was as if she wanted to delay the inevitable from happening.

"Oh, I don't want to do this, I don't want to be forced to suck on this man's cock. It is so black! It is so big! Oh, this is so wrong..." 

"Do it, bitch!"

Sandra still did not suck it but instead, grabbing hold of the base of the cock in her hand (Victoria noted that as with the cock she was being forced to hold, poor Sandra was unable to fully grasp it) she began to plant sweet little kisses all over it. Groans, presumably from the owner of the prodigious cock, were now clearly audible and Victoria assumed that this prevented any further admonishments from the cameraman since she was clearly now giving the cockholder some pleasure.

The camera then zoomed in on Sandra's face as she kissed the cock and Victoria was slightly confused by what she was seeing. For, on the one hand, Sandra was still crying, tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was clearly performing this disgusting act under duress; but on the other hand, the way she lovingly planted those girly kisses all over the mighty weapon suggested that she was, at the same time, paying loving homage to the mighty beast.

It was apparent to Victoria that there were a number of conflicting emotions raging through poor Sandra. She clearly did not want to suck this man's cock, but at the same time, through past experience no doubt, she would have been aware of the pleasure serving a black Master could bring to white sluts. Victoria was familiar with such conflicts, although she was clearly on the way to resolving them. In the black man's favour, of course.

"Now Sandra, please open your mouth, do as you are told and suck this man's cock." The cameraman asked.

Sandra's tear streaked face turned once more to stare right into the camera. "Oh, p-please, I don't want to. If you make me do this, it will be against my will. And this man will be r@ping my mouth. Do you want that to happen? Do you want me to be raped?" It seemed like Sandra was being slightly disingenuous since as she spoke, she carried on rubbing the man's cock. Pleading to stop sucking a cock whilst still rubbing it was slightly contradictory, Victoria thought. Subconsciously or otherwise, a part of Sandra clearly wanted to please her attacker. 

But in any event, she was not making the decisions. She was being forced by the cameraman and his friend and they were clearly in no mood for mercy. "Yes Sandra, my dear, I want you to be raped. I want you to act like a dirty whore... So, open your mouth and allow this man to rape you, you dirty fucking bitch..." replied the panting cameraman and, once more, the picture shook as the dark proceedings continues to affect on him also. 

Sandra looked back at the cock, which she had not stopped rubbing and very slowly, and apparently reluctantly, she opened her mouth and allowed the head to enter. 

Because the man whose cock Sandra was being forced to serve could not see what was happening, directions on the sucking came from the cameraman and his friend, the second man. And it was the second man who spoke first. "Sandra, my dear, you can do better than that." He said, in his deep, calm, assured black voice. "The poor man clearly has a need that needs to be served, and I know from experience that you can do better than that. Much better. 

"Move your head forward so you take more of his cock in... That's it, you can do it. Yes, just like you did with me when you sucked my cock the other day... The fact that you are here, in this place, should not stop you. A good whore should be able to serve black cock anywhere... Good! Good! Take in a little more... A little more... There you go, you have managed to get in all 12 inches in, you dirty whore." 




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 04



Sandra was following this man's orders without question and her head had moved on to the man's dick, taking it all in, serving it, giving the man the pleasure he craved. Then, without any prompting, she move back, so that just the head remained in her mouth. Then, in one smooth motion, she moved her head forward and impaled her mouth on to his mighty, hideous weapon.

She was finally fucking this man's cock with her mouth.

"That's it bitch, suck his cock. Revel in its power. Take it all in, and suck it like a good whore." Sandra obeyed and it was clear to Victoria that she was a woman of some considerable cock sucking skill as she watched her, with a little awe. She wondered whether she would be as good a cock sucker as the good bishop's wife...

"Show us your tits." The second man then ordered.

Again Sandra did not question the man's order. Making sure she continued to suck on the cock, she removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and slid them down each of her arms. Then, once the straps had been removed, she pushed her dress down so it lay bunched up by her slender waist and her naked, big married white t!ties were on display for the first time, bobbing up and down as she fucked the man with her mouth.

Clearly, the side of her that wanted to serve and pleasure black cock had come to the fore, and that part of her that wanted to remain the dutiful wife of a bishop was rapidly subsiding.

"Good, now my dear, I want you to shift the bottom of your dress up so we can have a good look at your legs and arse." Ordered the second man, who was obviously in charge. "That's it, all the way up so we can see your garters and flesh above your stockings. That's it. Good, I see you have worn a g-string for us. Yes, you have learnt a lot from me, haven't you?" The cameraman then shifted his angle so that the audience got a view of her perfect, white bottom, framed by her innocent, frilly white garters and which had a white g-strung, snugly resting between the valley of her delicious cheeks.

Back in Victoria's home, Victoria was still happily rubbing her Masters black cocks. By now they had both released copious amounts of pre-cum which had drenched the young wife's little hand and it was almost like she was rubbing their cocks with oil. Both men had a hand on her exposed thigh and were stroking it. She in turn was panting out loud, exposed tits heaving up and down. The film was getting to her also.

"Do you know whose cock she is sucking?" Amos asked Victoria.

It then suddenly dawned on Victoria that, if neither Amos nor Jessie were the cameraman or the second man, they would not be bothering to show her this film unless it was one of their cocks that was being sucked! "Oh my God, Sir, it is your cock that is being sucked!"

"Yes, my dear, the bitch is sucking my cock and do you think you could suck a black cock as good as Sandra, Victoria? You won't be sucking a small white cock, like the one that belongs to your husband's. You will be sucking a real man's. Look how she takes all of it down her throat, look how she serves my weapon. You will be doing that shortly, Victoria, do you think you can handle it? Do you think you can become a black cock sucking whore?"

Victoria, who had not stopped looking at the film, so mesmerised was she by Sandra's performance, truly wondered whether she could pull of the feat that her friend, Sandra, had so admirably done. As the rubbing of her Masters cocks intensified, she replied "Oh Master, I hope so. I will try. But your cock is so big and so powerful. I have never sucked a cock as big as that before. I have only sucked my husband's and his is only six inches big. Yours is so much bigger. And blacker. Oh sir..."

Amos said nothing but laughed. He knew that she would take it all, whether she liked it or not.

Back on film, Sandra continued to suck as the second man continued to give her orders. "Sandra, I want you now to use your big, married white tits to fuck his cock... Yes, wrap them around his weapon and rub them up and down... Do you remember how you did that for me?... Do you like that, Sandra? Do you like using your white t!ties to fuck another man's black cock?" The second man was clearly enjoying ordering and tormenting the poor wife.

"Oh, p-please Sir, no, no, I don't like it. I don't like it at all. Your cocks are so big. Just see how big and black they are up against my big, white tits. This is wrong, this is wrong. I should not be doing this. This man is r@ping my mouth, now he is r@ping my tits... Oh Sir, you are forcing me to be a whore for black cock..." As Sandra spoke, it was clear that there was a noticeable change in her attitude. Although factually she may have been correct, she did not want to perform these disgusting act, her body was clearly willing her on to become more of a whore for these evil, black men. 

For Victoria, the signs were unmistakable since she was there with Sandra also. 

The t!t fucking went on for a minute or so before, without any prompting, Sandra once more took the cock back in her mouth and she vigorously fucked it. On film, Amos's groans were getting louder and louder, he was close. Very close in fact for, a few seconds later, he let out a loud scream and it looked like he was cumming and he was cumming in the bishop's wife's mouth. Such was Sandra's cock sucking skill that, as she swallowed, not a drop of his precious fluid escaped her mouth. And when he removed his cock from her mouth, a trail of thick, white spunk hung delicately from his cock and, like any good cock sucking whore, she put her tongue out to catch and swallow it.

"Quite a performance, hey?" Amos asked Victoria.

"Yes, yes, she did very well." Victoria nervously replied, it seemed like they could have been talking about a sportswoman, rather then the performance of a whore. 

Back on screen, the film was not over. Far from it for as soon as Amos had removed his cock from the whore's mouth, another one emerged to take its place. Of course, this was Jessie's cock. 

"Now, suck this man's cock, bitch." The second man ordered.

"Oh, p-please..." Sandra replied, but immediately her mouth opened and she was heading once more towards another big, black cock. Her reluctance, if not fully gone, was rapidly waning. 

As they watched Sandra's head move up and down Jessie's 13 inches, her tits bobbling, Jessie spoke to Victoria, "Yeah, it didn't take me long,. All the while I had been jacking off next door. Just the thought of this stuck up bitch being forced to suck me off was enough." He growled.

On film, Sandra had now put her hand through the hole and it looked like she was massaging his balls. She did this without anyone asking her and was more proof, if any were needed, of Sandra's willingness to perform her whore like duties. 

It was also clear that this additional servicing on Jessie had indeed helped him to cum quickly for it could not have been more than a minute of Sandra serving him when another growl could be heard on screen and there was another man emptying his spunk down the bishop's wife's mouth.

One of God's servants was indeed serving well.

After a minute or so, which allowed Sandra to suck Jessie off completely, the cameraman spoke again, "Sandra, did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy sucking those black cocks?"

Sandra, removing the deflating cock from her mouth and panting from her exertions, looked again him and, in a soft sweet voice, replied, "I didn't, you know I didn't. I did it because you forced me..."

"Liar!" He screamed back. "You loved it. It was obvious that you did. And I have it on film to prove it. You are a dirty fucking whore who deserves to be punished and to be fucked hard!" The cameraman screamed, raising his voice again. For some reason he was much more agitated than the second man, who clearly was more composed and in control. Victoria wondered why?

The cameraman continued, "Now, stand up!" Sandra rose up from her kneeling position and stood so she was facing the cameraman. "Take your dress off, you won't need it anymore." Indeed her dress, which was bunched up around her waist, revealing her g-string and tits, was serving no real purpose since her body was essentially on display to these men. So, as ordered, she slid it down her slender legs until it lay on the dirty piss stained floor where it remained. 

"Now, remove your g-string, you will not need that either." Sandra, clearly still in fear of the cameraman, obediently, but nervously, removed her g-string until it too remained gathered on the floor with her dress. She did not bother to pick the items up, probably because she had not been ordered to. As her items of expensive clothing remained on the piss stained floor, they appeared to represent a suitable act of surrender for this whore as she was forced to concede defeat and submit more of her lovely, white married body to her black captors.

Once she had finished stepping out of her g-string, her pussy was on display for the first time. Her bush was nicely trimmed, fitting in with her profile of a lady of substance and style. All she now wore were her white high heels, flesh coloured stockings, white garters and garter belt and necklace of big white pearls. 

"Come and walk towards me." The cameraman ordered. Sandra, slowly walked towards the camera, her big, luscious married white t!ties bouncing up and down as she did. "That's enough!" he said, as she remained a few feet away from him but now out of the toilet cubicle.

"You want to be fucked, don't you bitch? You want to be fucked by some big black cock. It's what you crave, isn't it? Isn't it?!" The last couple of words were screamed out in anger.

"No it isn't. I promise you, it isn't." But as Sandra spoke, she could not help but to look away from the cameraman and turn her head to her left where, presumably, the second man stood. As she did, she licked her lips. "No, no, I don't want to be fucked by your big, black cock. I don't. I don't..."

Her pleas were both pitiful and patently false. They fooled no one, not least the second man who finally moved from behind the camera to make an appearance on film. He slowly walked over and stood in front of Sandra. As a result, all the audience could see was the back of him. But you could immediately tell that he was black, as Victoria had suspected. He was also big, judging by his broad shoulders and the way he towered over the petit Sandra. He also looked to be a man of means since he was well dressed, wearing a black, pinstripe suit. This was another surprise, on top of the numerous other surprises this dark film was bringing up. She expected the man to be rough, maybe another janitor or possibly the owner of this establishment. She did not expect him to be wearing a suit.

As he stood in front of her, the audience was unable see what he was doing since the cameraman had not moved to get a better angle. However, judging by where his arms were, it was highly likely that he was playing with her big tits.

"You want my big black cock, don't you, Sandra?" The second man said as he continued to abuse her breasts. 

"No! No, I don't. I want to be faithful now. I don't want to fuck you again. Your cock is too big... Oh p-please be gentle with my b-breasts, you are hurting them... Oh..."

"But you enjoyed fucking me the other day, didn't you? Remember, when I came to your home and I fucked you there..."

"But I didn't want to. You raped me! You know that..."

"But you still came, didn't you? You came like a bitch in heat. That doesn't suggest to me that you didn't want to be fucked, did it bitch? Did it?"

"Oh no Sir, no sir... Oh, please be gentle with my t!ties. You are always so rough with them... Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

"I am rough because you like me to be rough. That is why when I came around the other day and "raped" you, I did it because I knew you wanted to be taken by force, to be taken roughly and to be used like a common whore. It is what you crave, isn't it? A man to fuck you hard in a brutal, uncompromising manner."

"Oh! Oh, p-please, it is not true..."

"Of course it is, that is why after I fucked you, you led me upstairs to your bedroom, the room that you share with your husband, the room where the two of you make love. And what did we do there, Sandra, what did we do in that room?"

"P-please, don't make me admit it, not here, not now p-please..."

"Come on Sandra, we are all friends here, admit to us all what you did. We know anyway..."

"Oh, Sir, gentle with my tits, don't pinch my nipples so hard... Oh! Oh, that does feel good..."

"Tell me, bitch..."

"Oh, Sir, I got on to my bed, on all fours, and then, and then... Oh, I can't, don't make me say it..."

The second man had clearly lost patience with Sandra because he then started to slap her tits. "Oh, please stop! Stop! That hurts..."

"I will stop when you tell me what you did, you dirty bitch!"

"Oh Sir, you fucked me in the ass..."

The second man, as promised, stopped slapping her tits. "Yes, I fucked you in your ass, but only after you asked me to, is that not right, Sandra?"

"Yes, yes it is true. I got on all fours and asked you, very nicely, to fuck me in the ass." Sandra had clearly lost the will to fight and was prepared to confess to the truth.

"And why did you ask me, Sandra?"

"Because I wanted you to fuck me in the ass." She replied and, as she did, the man walked over to stand directly behind her. You still could not see his face since the camera remained focussed on Sandra and, as he was so big and tall, his head was not even in the picture. Then, his big black hands snaked up around her waist to cup her huge tits, which were now a deep colour of red and he continued to roughly maul them. As he did, Sandra's head went back, her eyes closed and her mouth opened to pant with desire. Any pretence that the bitch was not enjoying this was clearly at an end.

"Go on Sandra, tell us all why you wanted me to fuck you in the ass..."

"Because I loved the feel of your cock in my pussy, I loved the way you "raped" me in my living room and I loved the way you dominate me so completely. 

"And, Sir, because you are my Master Sir, because my body belongs to you for you to do as you please, I wanted you to take my ass also. I wanted you to be the first to enter my v!rgin bottom and I wanted to feel what it was like to have a cock, a real cock, a black cock in my poor little bottom.

"So Sir, that it why I took you into my bedroom, why I got on all fours and why I presented my white, married bottom for your big black dick..."

"Good! Good... And when I was fucking you in the ass, what else did I ask you to do, bitch?"

"Oh, Sir, you asked me to phone my husband and to tell him how much I loved him. Oh Sir, you asked me to call my husband whilst I allowed you to fuck me in the ass, to tell him I missed him and to tell him how much I loved him. I know you did it to humiliate me and to dominate me. Just like you are doing to me now..."

"Yes, I know, but you enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed using your ass, your v!rgin ass, to serve my black cock whilst you were forced to talk with the man you love, didn't you, you dirty fucking whore?"

"Yes, yes, it is true, I did, oh I am sorry, it is true... I didn't mean it to happen, but my body needs big black cock. It craves the pleasure it gives me..." As she spoke, she once more stared straight into the camera and spoke to the cameraman. Tears were again swelling up in her big, baby blue eyes and Victoria was confused at to why, when she was so blatantly acting like a whore and submitting her body to these black men, making this confession could cause her to become so upset? Surely, after committing infidelity by performing disgusting sexual acts in a filthy men's room, making such a confession would have been child's play?

"Good. Good. And that is why you came here today, isn't it? Despite telling me earlier in the day that you did not want to have any more to do with me, that you wanted to remain faithful and you wanted to go without black dick. That was just a lie, wasn't it?"

"Oh it was true at the time. I promise you, I really do." Again, she looked straight at the camera, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "But I came here with the best intentions to end it. I came here to tell you that I no longer needed your black cock..."

"But deep down you knew that you would inevitably have to submit, that is why you dressed like a whore and in a way that you knew would please me. Isn't it?" The second man's mauling of her breasts became even more aggressive and he also began to roughly pinch her big, fat erect nipples. 

"Yes, I am afraid it is true. I came here because I secretly wanted to feel your cock again. To feel your big black cock and for you to fuck and posses me like a black cock loving whore. Oh! Oh..."

"In which case, bitch, spread your legs, thrust your bottom out towards me and ask me to fuck you in your tight, married, white pussy..."

Victory, which was so obviously completes sometime ago, was now rammed home as poor Sandra obeyed her attacker and spread her legs slightly and thrust her bottom out in towards her Masters groin. The events on film were naturally causing poor Victoria to become even more aroused. She was witnessing one of the most beautiful, respected women in the Hampton's (one of America's most affluent areas) about to commit adultery with a huge black man in a disgusting men's washroom. It was unthinkable depravity and, if it wasn't for the fact that she herself was rubbing two big old black dicks, she would have found it hard to believe. Once Sandra was in the required position, you could see the second man fiddle with his fly and he was clearly getting his cock out of his expensive suit pants. The camera then panned upwards towards the second man's face and Victoria, for the first time, was able see who the second man was. And she was pleasantly surprised to be looking at a clean shaven, good looking, black man. He looked to be the same age as Amos and Jessie, late 50s to early 60s, but he was certainly far more well to do then either of them. His expensive black pinstripe suit was indication of that alone. The three button jacket was still done up, with the middle button of the jacket being closed. He wore a blue shirt and dark purple tie, which was tied using the traditional Windsor knot, and wore glasses. Victoria thought that he looked every bit like a wealthy Wall Street professional that she socialised with on a regular basis (albeit she socialised exclusively with white ones, she was aware that the odd black professional did make it on Wall St. these days).

And Victoria would have been shocked to learn that, not only was he pure Wall St., the man she was staring at was none other than Charles Jackson, her husband's attorney and the man who ultimately triggered off her craving for big black cock. 

But as yet she was unaware of this shocking fact. Instead, she sat back to watch Sandra get fucked by this good looking old men.

Charles, grabbing hold of his mighty dick, positioned it at the entrance of Sandra's tight, married white pussy then, grimacing with much determination, he pushed away.

"Oh my God, that is so big! Oh, p-please be gentle. Oh, it feels so big. It feels so big in my little pussy. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Quiet, bitch, your pussy has handled my cock before and it can handle it now... There, you have managed to get all 12 inches in. Oh God, your cunt is so tight, especially for a mother of two... Oh, yes, take all of my big black cock in your pussy you dirty fucking whore. Yes! Yes! Take it all, you know you want to..."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes, that feels so good... Your cock feels so good in my little pussy. Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a bitch. Oh! Oh! Oh!..."

Charles then began to violently fuck the poor bitch. He grabbed hold of her long blonde hair and pulled her head back as he rode her. The whole scene looked slightly surreal with a conservatively dressed, bespectacled black man fucking a once conservative, respected wife of a bishop who, in a dirty men's toilet, had been stripped to just her heels and lingerie. And as he fucked her, her tits shook up and down in response to the violence of his attack. Her mouth was open in a constant state of shock and awe at the power of his big, black dick. 




Naive Housewives Are Led Astray Ch. 04



Meanwhile, on Charles's face there was a look of absolute determination to get as mush pleasure out of this bitch's pussy as was humanly possible. 

"Sandra, my dear, do you like being fucked by black men? Do you like the feel of their big black dicks in your little pussy?" It was now the turn of the softly spoken cameraman to speak. 

Sandra, looking into the camera, licking her lips, screaming and panting like a dog, seemed like she would be unable to utter word so consumed was she by Charles's dick. However, she did manage to scream out, "Oh, y-yes, I am s-sorry, I like their dicks. I need their dicks. So big! So big! Oh! Oh! I am cumming... I am cumming, oh God..." 

And, as Sandra on film experienced what would no doubt be the first of many earth shattering orgasms, back at the Victoria residence, Amos's hand had now slid up her legs to make contact with her wet pussy. Victoria automatically spread her legs even wider to provide better access. "Do you like watching a woman get fucked by a black man, Victoria?" Amos asked, as he gently massaged her cl!t.

"Oh yes, yes, your dicks are so big, and our pvssies are so small. They are built for black cocks. Black cocks.... But I don't know how she manages it, to take such a big black cock in. Oh, my so big, so big..."

"Do you think you will be able to manage it, Victoria? Do you think you will be able to take such a big black cock in you little pussy."

"I don't know. I-I hope so. Look at her. I can't believe the bishop's wife is allowing another man, a black man to fuck her. Just look at her, it looks so beautiful. A black man taking a white woman. Taking such a rich, classy woman... Oh my..."

Victoria was shaken by what she was watching. Victoria knew that some day soon, she too would be forced to fuck a black cock just like poor Sandra. Maybe she would even be forced to fuck in a men's room with a man she had never met. Victoria groaned at the prospect, knowing full well that she would have no choice but to obey. And Victoria had not once looked away from the screen as Amos started to manipulate her pussy as his manipulations started to have the desired affect on her. And as Amos played with her pussy, Jessie had, once more, started to maul her big tits. In response to this dual stimulation, Victoria was close to cumming. 

On screen, the cameraman had changed his angle and had moved over to where Charles was pounding away into Sandra. The camera then hovered over her bottom and, for the first time, the audience got to see Charles's massive weapon slide in and out of poor Sandra's cunt. The contrast was stunning: pure, innocent, white bottom being pounded away by an ugly, evil, black cock. 

The scene that Victoria was now looking at, and what it represented, was the very thing that white, conservative, bible thumping America abhorred. And it was happening to one of their principle cheerleaders.

The film changed angle again and it now focussed on Charles's face, which still had a look of steely determination about it, but it was now covered in sweat. Clearly the exertions were taking a toll on the poor chap. Fucking a whore that was so tight always did. "Do you want some?" He asked, clearly directing his question to the cameraman. "Take this bitch with me, she will love it..."

"Can I? Can I really?" The cameraman replied, coming across as genuinely surprised to be even asked this.

"Of course you can. Why don't you fuck her in her mouth. She won't mind, not that we care, hey? Ha ha... Go on, stand in front of her and force the whore to suck your cock. 

"Bitch, lean forward, do as you're told... That's it.... Actually, why don't I take the camera and I will film you. You can then watch it again and again..."

"Really, that is so kind..."

As they spoke about poor Sandra, it immediately reminded Victoria of how the gardeners talked about her, as they too would not even bother to seek her consent when they wanted to do something to her. She was treated as if she was not even a human being, but merely a piece of property, to be abused at their will. Then she realised that that was exactly what she was to them. She was the property of her black Masters and whose sole purpose was to pleasure their black dicks. The thought made her almost cum. 

The film shook about for a moment or two as the camera was exchanged between the two men. As Charles took it, he began to adjust the focus in order to get a better picture of Sandra sucking the cameraman. 

The cameraman had moved over to Sandra's head so that his crotch was directly in front of her face, she had now bent down so she was standing at an almost a 90 degree angle. To support herself, she had one hand on the cameraman's hip and the other was unzipping the fly of his black pants. You could not see the cameraman's hands since they appeared to be under Sandra's body, presumably playing with her tits.

As Sandra unzipped him, Victoria fully expected her to pull out a black man's cock. After all, this was a black man's orgy and Sandra, like her, was a black man's toy. So it was with some considerable shock that out sprung not a big black cock, but a white cock!

"Oh my God!" Victoria screamed, completely taken aback by this sudden, unexpected turn of events. She had expected the man to be the black, a black janitor or some other menial labourer. Victoria was both surprised and disappointed at this for she wanted her friend to be forced to suck on another huge, black cock. A cock that society deemed to be too evil for respected, white women to have anything to do with. Instead, she was going to suck a respected 6 inches of white flesh and, having had more than a foot of black cock forced down her just few minutes before, Sandra was able to swallow it all in one easy motion.

"Oh yes!" Groaned the cameraman, clearly enjoying being sucked off. Victoria, however, had little time in watching someone suck off a white cock, she got enough of that at home. However she was curious to know who the owner of this cock was and how he had managed to gatecrash a black man's g@ngbang. It seemed as if Charles, the new cameraman, had the same idea since he spent little time filming Sandra blowing this man's cock for the film began to slowly pan upwards.

The film then zoomed in on an old white man's face and, although his features were rather wrinkled and weathered looking, he actually looked like a rather well to do gentleman. He had grey hair, which was slicked back and he was, for his age (must have been late 50s) quite a good looking man. He was looking down at Sandra, who was serving his cock, and grinning like the cat who had just got the cream. 

If that had been it, it would have perhaps raised an eyebrow of interest by Victoria. She was not interested in white men, it was Charles and the others that consumed her interest. However, under the men's wrinkled face and around his neck was a white dog collar. A dog collar worn by priests and bishops. The man was a man of the church. 

But this man was no ordinary priest, this man was Sandra's wife, the Bishop!

"Aggggghhhhhhhh, No! No! That's not possible!" Sandra screamed out in horror and disgust. For all the people that it could have been, not in a million years would Sandra have suspected that it could have been the Bishop. But that's exactly who it was, panting in utter delight and looking down at his wife as she sucked his cock whilst being fucked by a black man. 

Victoria looked on with almost uncontrollable disgust and anger for here was a man of such supposed moral righteousness that, on a regular basis, he would preach to his congregation about the sanctity of marriage, the strict teachings of the bible and those betide anyone who deviated from the absolute word of the Lord. 

And yet here he was, this same conservative, dogmatic, pious man, allowing, and filming his wife taking the cocks of other men. Many men. Many black men. And all in total breach of the nonsense that he would preach himself. And then, to cap it all off, he was now willing to participate in this orgy of filth by allowing his wife to suck him off whilst he luxuriated in her being fucked by a black man. It was disgusting. It was amoral. 

However, it was now exactly the type of filth that Victoria revelled in. The very fact that a Bishop would allow his wife to come into this disgusting place, suck off two men without even knowing who they were, and then agree to get fucked by Charles, all with her husband's consent, whilst obviously being utterly abhorrent, had also riggered in poor Victoria that part of her that allowed two big black gardeners to become her Masters. "Oh, my God, this is so wrong. So wrong! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Was all she could utter as she watched the Bishop smile down at his poor whore of a wife.

"You recognise this man as her husband, don't you Victoria?" Asked Amos.

"Yes, yes I do. This is so wrong, so naughty... How could he do this? How could he allow his wife to behave like this?" She cried out, but still she could not take her eye off the screen.

"Because he recognised that, for his wife to experience true satisfaction, she had to do it with a black man. He could not satisfy her like she needed to be satisfied. And just think what a generous present that is. For a man, who loves his wife, to give her the present of big black dick so that she can feel like a true slut. Well, is there a greater gift a man can give the woman he loves?"

Amos was sounding almost as pious and as patronising as the Bishop did with one of his sermons, but that still could not prevent a true believer in black cock, like Victoria, from nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, there could be no greater gift a man could give his wife..." She automatically replied, believing every word.

"And would you like James to watch you fuck a black man?"

"Yes, yes I would" she again replied truthfully. 

Victoria was now getting close. On screen the Bishop was getting close also. Clearly he did not have much in the way of stamina and just a few sucks from his wife was enough to bring him off. And when you heard Charles begin to scream out, clearly starting to take pleasure in this whore, it could not stop the Bishop from screaming out "Yes! Yes! Take my cum, my darling Sandra, take it all..."

And as he did, Victoria also screamed out, cumming like a true whore, overwhelmed with learning how dark life could really be. Overwhelmed that one of America's premier white couples, a couple that much of middle, white America looked up to, could be so dirty and so willing to submit to the all conquering power of big, black dick.

The gardeners then gave the bitch a few moments to recover as, on screen, Sandra was allowed to rise up. The camera was handed back to the Bishop who carried on filming. 

But Amos & Jessie had had enough of Victoria watching the film. It was time she served them. That was why they were here, to be served by some white filth.

"Bitch, stand up and face me!" Ordered Amos. Victoria did not hesitate got up, took a few steps to her right and came to stand in front of Amos. Her tits were still lovingly hanging out of her black maid's apron, heaving up and down in anticipation for what was about to follow. "Do you know what I am going to order you to do next, bitch?"

It was of course a rhetorical question, for Victoria knew exactly what she would have to do next. "You are going to order me to suck your cock, Sir. Your big black cock, Sir."

"And you want to suck it, don't you Victoria."

Victoria looked down at Amos's massive cock, which he was happily rubbing. Licking her lips, she replied, "Yes, Sir, I want to suck your cock. I want to become your whore."

"Well, do it bitch!" He growled, eager for her to relieve him of his enormous hard on which had become quite painful.

Victoria dropped to her knees and knelt dutifully between his spread legs. She took hold of his dick, replacing his hand with her dainty left one, the one with the sparkling engagement and wedding rings, and started to rub him. At the same time she lovingly kissed the huge head, paying due homage to the beast that she would now in future serve. She continued to kiss the cock, making sure every bit of it received her sweet attention.

Amos leant back and looked down as his bitch served him. He had his hands clasped behind his head and was grinning insanely as, finally, she was being force to serve him in a way that any bitch should. In time he would have all of her holes, pussy and arse, but for today, her lovely young mouth would suffice. As he looked down at her, she was working her way back up towards the head of his cock, kissing it all the while. When she got to the top, he reached down and gently patted the top of her head, as one would do when congratulating a young child when they had performed a task well, and said, "Suck it bitch!" 

Her mouth hovered over the top of his cock and she opened it as wide as possible. As she did, you could hear the jaws of her mouth crack and she wondered whether her mouth had ever been so open before, not for her husband at least. She then lowered her head over his mighty cock and, for the first time in her young life, she allowed a black cock to enter.

Finally, her destiny as a black cock loving whore was being realised.

However, the poor girl found that sucking a black man's cock was an entirely different proposition from sucking a white man's cock. For one thing, their cocks were so wide, there was little or no room left in her mouth to do anything but suck. But the most obvious difference was their length. She found that having quickly taken in 5 inches, she was already gagging and there was at least another seven inches of black meat to serve. And as she contemplated how she could manage to serve all of his cock in her young mouth, as she would no doubt be ordered to do, behind her she could hear what was now happening on film. It was still playing but now for the pure benefit of her Masters since she could not see a thing. 

"No! No, not them. Please. Please, don't make me..." Screamed out Sandra, clearly something had alarmed her. You could hear shuffling, and movement. 

"Don't be silly." Replied her husband. "You have spent the past few weeks flirting with them, now they will give you what so obviously want.

"No, please, please, this is wrong, this is wrong..."

Laughter could then be heard and more movement. Victoria carried on sucking, wondering what was going on on film. She then heard Amos's voice, but this time it was his voice on film. "Kneel over here, and suck my cock, you filthy whore." Clearly Amos and Jessie had emerged from behind the partition to reveal themselves. Clearly she was afraid by this terrible revelation. "Come on bitch, come and kneel by me, I know I am sitting on the toilet and the floor is disgusting, but your role is to serve..."

More movement. Clearly Sandra was obeying his order. She had no choice. "That's it, come and crawl over to me and suck on my big, black cock, just like you have wanted to do the first time we met... Oh yes, that's it... suck on it..."

On hearing this, it inspired Victoria to take in a few more inches. She was not to be outdone by her friend, Sandra. So she moved her head down to allow more cock to be forced down her throat. Amos was now entering v!rgin territory and he kindly patted her head in acknowledgement of this. "Yes, suck it bitch" he growled at her.

On film, Victoria, could hear further movement. "I am going to fuck you now, bitch." This time it was the voice of Jessie. More sounds... Jessie was clearly kneeling behind the bitch.... then muffled groans from Sandra... he was probably entering her pussy and she was groaning as a result... more sounds of Jessie's groan slapping up against Sandra's arse... more muffled groans... more sounds... Spank! Spank! Spank!... Sandra's bottom was being punished, and by the sounds of things, punished hard.... then the sound of groans coming of all parties...

As Victoria imagined the scene taking place in the toilet, Amos sitting on the toilet, Sandra on all fours sucking his dick with Jessie pounding away from behind, spanking her, she felt inspired. Inspired to take in the remaining four inches of her Master's cock. So, with mush determination, she allowed it all to enter her mouth. Now she had a foot of black cock in her young, married mouth and her nose was pressed up against his balls. 

Tears then began to stream down her face as the gagging sensation became overwhelming. Her big baby blue eyes looked up at Amos for some sort of recognition of this incredible feat. However none was forthcoming since Amis was cruelly looking at the film rather than looking at his bitch, who was desperately trying to please him.

"Remember how we fucked this broad?" Amos asked, turning to look at Jessie, still not even recognising the bitch who was serving him now.

"Yeah, some bitch, huh.

"How's this one doing, any good?" Jessie enquired. They could have been talking about a horse, so impersonal was the question. 

Amos finally looked down and when he did he saw that Victoria was raising her head and then lowering it back on to his cock, making sure she again swallowed it all. He could see that she was eager to please, eager to fuck him with her mouth and eager for her Master's approval. And he was finally willing to bestow upon her some recognition for, so quickly, learning the art of cock sucking. "Oh yes, this bitch is learning well. Very well, in fact. That's it, such my cock, you fucking dirty whore. Suck a real cock. A black man's cock. Take it all, fuck me you bitch..."

He then grabbed hold of her head and roughly started to fuck her. "Oh, yes, this bitch is a good cock sucker. A real pro. We're sure gonna get good value outta her. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

But just at that moment when Amos was getting into it and giving the bitch some much needed attention, his phone went. "Shit who the fuck could this be?" He screamed out. Victoria looked up at him, she knew better then to remove his cock from her mouth, but she still wanted directions as to what to do. "Keep sucking my cock, bitch." He ordered. "I had better take this, could be important, but don't stop sucking. That's a good girl, suck my big black cock..." Understandably he did not want this call to interrupt Victoria's good work.

Amos looked at the TV, on it Sandra was getting well served from both ends, she was happily taking both cocks and she was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. He picked up the remote and pressed the mute button, took his phone out of his pocket and answered, trying to sound as professional as he could, despite the pleasure being administered to his great cock by this lovely young girl. 

"Hello."

"Hi there, is that Amos?"

"Err, yes, yes it is, who's this?"

"This is James, James Carter, the owner of the house you are currently working in..." It was Victoria's husband! And he was calling him just at the moment his wife was, finally for the first time, sucking his big black cock. The timing could not have been more perfect, Amos thought.

With an evil grin, he looked down at his wife and replied, "Hello James, how are you doing?"

"I am doing fine, I need to discuss the progress of the work with you, it has slowed rather of late and I was wondering if there were any issues?"

Victoria looked up in horror at the mention of her husband's name. She was about to remove the cock from her mouth when Amos, grabbing hold of her head, yanked it back down. He then removed the phone from his mouth and whispered to her, "Keep sucking my cock, bitch. Keep sucking it whilst I talk to your pathetic husband, unless you want me to tell him what's going on?"

Victoria knew that Amos was being deliberately cruel in order to gain more perverse satisfaction for himself. She knew that having James's wife suck him off whilst he happily talked business to him would add to his evil enjoyment. And, if truth be told, it added to Victoria's for she too found the whole idea of having her unsuspecting husband part of the debauched proceedings a strange turn on.




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As such, she looked up at him and, with the cock still in her mouth, shook her head. Then she lowered her head down on to his cock and her sucking intensified. Not only was she eager not for her husband not to discover her terrible secret, she was eager for Amos to take pleasure in her mouth with her husband on the phone. It would make her even more of a filthy whore, she thought.

"Yes, yes, we are doing our best to finish the job in time. Oh yes, we are, we are..." Amos stuttered out, of course he was getting close and was finding it difficult to maintain a proper conversation with the cock sucker's husband.

This did not go unnoticed by the husband who could hear some sort of gagging/sucking noise in the background, naively he put it down to their machinery. But he could not explain why Amos was sounding so funny?

"Are you ok, you sound out of breath?" He innocently enquired.

"Oh yes! Oh yes, I am fine, I am just out of breadth from all this work. Can you just hold the line for a second..." Amos didn't even wait for a response as he put the phone on mute. "That's it bitch, suck my cock whilst I talk to your husband. It turns you on, doesn't it? Doesn't it?" Victoria didn't need to answer, her actions spoke louder than words. She continued to enthusiastically suck him off and then started to gently massage his giant sack, squeezing his balls giving him even more pleasure. "Oh yes bitch, I am going to cum soon, keep up the work, fuck me good, you dirty whore..."

Amos retuned to his call. "Sorry about that, just had to attend to someone who is working on me... sorry I mean for me."

"No problem. Before you go, is Victoria there, I just need a word with her to discuss whether the flowers should go near the pond?"

"Oh! Oh, I can't see her..." Amos was finding it hard to speak, so close was he to cumming. "I think she is busy. Oh yes, she is busy working on, I mean with someone... Can you hold the line for a second someone's cummiung. Someone's about to cum..."

Amos was just about able to put his phone on to mute as he was just at the beginning of a long and glorious orgasm, thanks to the sweet efforts of the young Victoria. And as he did, James looked at his phone in utter bewilderment. Was this man on drugs? He would need meet to him face to face and have this out with him. This was all very unsatisfactory.

Of course it was all very, very satisfactory for Amos who was emptying his big black balls into James's young wife's mouth. "Oh take that you dirty whore, take all of my spunk down your married mouth... Oh yes, take it all, take it all..."

And with that, Victoria eagerly swallowed her first load of black man's cum with her pitiful husband waiting on the line to speak to her attacker. Naturally this added to the pleasure of all concerned.

It took 30 seconds or so before Amos emitted his copious load and, once he had, he returned to the call, able to now talk with some degree of composure.

"Yes, James, yes, I think the flowers should go by the pond, I will check with your wife, but I think she is just gone off to do something else..." 

Indeed she had, for at that moment she had removed Amos's cock from her mouth, giving it one last loving kiss, got up and, without being ordered to, crawled over to where Jessie was and had started to suck his big black cock...

To be continued...

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When he woke up, he instructed Smith that for breakfast he wanted some orange juice, eggs and a blow job from the European teenage slut. Katrina on the other hand wanted to go home to her fiancé to try and save their relationship -- by now he must have known something was amiss - but instead she was still being forced to serve these black men. Naked, kneeling subserviently between the legs of her Master, she greedily sucked on his giant cock. Charles looked down at the poor girl as she looked up at him. She was good. He would keep her for the weekend. And with that in mind, he clicked on James's email.

"Dear Charles,

Thanks for a great evening last night. I speak for everyone when I say what a fantastic time we had in the club. Feeling a little sore, but let's do that again sometime soon.

Also, was not too drunk to forget about our little chat re modeling and pictures. Would be great if you could send some over? Am planning on speaking to Victoria tonight about it and would love to show her some of your work.

Al the best.

J"

Excellent, thought Charles. James was tempted and everything was proceeding to plan. Seducing Victoria would be his greatest challenge, but also his greatest achievement. Charles replied:

"Dear James,

Great evening, sorry I had to leave so early, I am not as young as you and I need my beauty sleep!

Will be delighted to send you some pictures, need to find an appropriate portfolio so probably will send them later tonight, at around 9pm."

Regards,

Charles.

James's reply was almost immediate.

"Charles,

Many thanks. Looking forward to it. Will log on at 9pm.

J"

James was delighted. He was planning on telling his young wife later that evening that he wanted her to return into modeling and all about Charles's "exclusive" modeling agencies. But first, he needed some sleep. He was still so hung over...

Charles meanwhile had far superior stamina than James. As he came into the young bitch's mouth, he ordered her to go and clean up. Smith would give her something to wear and she should probably call her fiancé, she was going to be staying with them for the rest of the weekend. On hearing this she cried. She feared she would lose her man. But why was her pussy soaking wet at the prospect of being a fuck toy for these evil men?

Charles had work to do, he had to put together an appropriate portfolio for the unsuspecting couple. He clicked on a file called "Horny White Wives" and began to scan the folders contained therein. The Ivory Club often took photos and videos of their conquests -- sometimes they could be used for blackmail and other times they were for each member's personal gratification. There were specific scenarios that a member may have wanted acted out -- schoolgirl, nurse etc, or there could be videos/pictures of plain old fucking. It was the former genre that Charles was most interested in and thought would be more suitable. 

He scanned his files looking for something appropriate. Each file was named after one if his victims. There were hundreds of them. But then, after a few minutes of scanning, he then came across a file and a wife he immediately knew would be ideal. In it contained pictures of a horny white slut he had recently initiated into the Ivory Club. She was a lovely petite housewife, in her late 20s, two kids and in a seemingly happy marriage. That was until he had blackmailed her into becoming his fuck toy. She of course had resisted at first, but he and his friends had now fucked her on numerous occasions. She was now a true whore for black cock. The picture scenario was actually based on real life events. This one will definitely do and he clicked on a file called "Debbie"...

It was 8.45 pm and James and Victoria had just finished making love. James's love making was more frantic than usual, he was eager to tell Victoria about the modeling opportunity. Victoria, as usual, had not cum. When they finished, James checked the time and explained everything to Victoria. When he had finished, Victoria did not look overly keen.

"Darling, I am not sure. You know I am not keen on modeling. All those men ogling me and I find it all so demeaning. I want to concentrate on getting my career as a fashion designer off the ground. I thought you would be keen to help and try to get me a job? Why can't you do that?"

It was true, James could have helped Victoria get a job as a fashion designer, he was after all rich and powerful enough to do so. However, he had no interest in doing that. He could not care about her career, what he was interested in was her modeling sexy outfits so other man could ogle her body and fantasise about sleeping with her. That thought was making him hard again.

"Look, I have tried". That was a lie. "But it is hard without any relevant experience."

"But you can't get experience without..."

"Look, this is no ordinary modeling job for a start there will be no catwalk, no trashy presentations, just exclusive modeling for select clients. And this does not have to be full time. You can do this part time whilst still looking for a career in fashion. I promise you I will help you with that. But you know what the best part of this is?"

Victoria sighed, she saw there was little point arguing with James when he was in this mood. She would humour him, for now. She shook her head, "No, what is the best part in all this?"

"Well, you could get to model your own designs. Some of Charles's clients want to see a girl model so they can decide whether they can use them in future campaigns. What is to stop you from modeling your own designs?"

James did not know whether this was true but it did the trick. Victoria was tempted.

On seeing this, James pressed his advantage, "Look, Charles is due to send me some sample pictures. Why don't we take a look? If you don't like them, we can forget about this. Ok?"

"Ok."

They got out of bed. James slipped on his bathrobe whilst Victoria slipped on a little white nightdress. James insisted she wore this in bed. She did not mind, but why did these things have to be so short? It barely covered her arse and left much of her huge tits exposed. James walked over to a desk at the end of the bedroom and logged on. Victoria came over and sat on his lap. She noted his erection, her modeling clearly appealed to him. And she suspected she knew the reason why.

At that moment, Charles had poor Katrina leaning over her desk face down and he was fucking her from behind in her tight pussy. She was dressed in what Smith had given her. A short black mini, black hold up stockings, heels and ridiculously tight white shirt, which was now ripped open to reveal her flapping big white tities. She had not wanted to wear the outfit, it made her look like a schoolgirl. But Smith could be very persuasive when he needed to be, and she obeyed.

She had to wait all day and it was the evening before Charles ordered to see her. At first, Charles and taken a belt to her wilful little arse since she had had the temerity to ask to go home and be with her fiancé, who was now worried that she had been out for so long. She belonged to him for the weekend, did she not understand this? She was, therefore punished. Once her arse was a deep shade of red, without asking, he fucked her in her ridiculously tight teenage pussy. At first she screamed in pain. But then she screamed in delight as she came again and again. Soon, her fiancé was but a distant memory, all that mattered was serving Charles and his cock. She never knew sex could be so good, but that was because prior to meeting Charles, she had never had sex with a black man. How could she go back to having sex with her fiancé after experiencing the joys of black cock, she wondered? Surely there was a way to get both...

It had taken so long before Charles had managed to fuck Katrina because he had been busy putting together the necessary portfolio for Victoria's seduction. He needed to get this spot on if he had any chance of success. And, if truth be told, he did not hold out much hope that it could work -- he had very little leverage here and was relying on what he suspected were James's hidden cuckholding instincts -- instincts which even James may have not yet appreciate - and the willingness of his wife to go along with what he had in mind.

It was a long shot, but there was plenty more pussy in the sea. Maybe they would not be all as fine as Victoria, but plenty to be getting on with. 

It was 9:02 pm. He sat down at his desk and ordered Katrina to suck his cock clean, telling her to get a good taste of her own pussy juices. He thought he would next take her arse and perhaps let Smith fuck her mouth at the same time. She had never been double fucked before, well tonight would be a first. He then logged on and sent the email he had prepared earlier to James.

As James logged on, Charles's email arrived. The games were about to begin...

"Dear James,

As discussed, please find attached a file containing some pictures of one of our models. As you will see, she is quite stunning. Her name is Debbie. She had originally wanted to be a glamour model but her husband had, understandably, resisted this. Playboy were interested, and so was she, but he forbade her from pursuing her modeling career and instead he came to me (he is a good friend). Since then, I have arranged much work for her.

Her specialty is to do more of the risqué type of work. Lingerie, bathing costumes, uniforms, specific client driven scenarios etc. You mentioned last night that it was this type of work that you were most interested in seeing you wife do. I suggest you try and view these without your wife to decide if this is the way you want to go. If not, then I can send you a much more vanilla batch. If you are intereted, then I can send you further pictures.

These were specifically taken for a certain Middle Eastern prince, he wanted something seductive. Hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.

Regards,

Charles."

Charles was taking a calculated risk -- he wanted James to show the pictures to Victoria -- his natural cuckholding instinct would be to have her see them and then to gauge her reaction -- but Charles had to come across as wanting James to be discreet. If he came across as overly, things could easily backfire. 

However, Charles could never have envisaged how well his plan would go. For at that moment, Victoria happened to be on James's lap in her skimpy baby doll nightie, when Charles's email hit James's inbox. They both read it.

"What does he mean by "this type of work that you were most interested in seeing you wife do""? she asked, half angry but half pleased. She was happy that her husband liked her body and that he was happy enough to want to want to flaunt it in public. He was always asking her to wear short tight clothes., essentially, the sluttier the better for him. She would often indulge him but she felt a little uncomfortable doing it. Not because she was overly shy, but because of the way she would feel when men would eye her up. And, on the rare occasion they happened to be at parties with black men, sporting events or charities, the look of pure violent lust by these men had made her pussy tingle igniting in her hidden dark fantasies of being fucked by a black man, something which she had felt since she was a young teenager and something which her privileged white middle class life prevented her from taking any further. Of course she had never admitted any of this to James. Sadly for Victoria, in the coming days, she would be admitting to an awful lot more than just her secret fantasies...

"Well, you know I like you to look sexy, but I promise you, I never said that I wanted you to model just lingerie and swim suits. I was a little drunk when I spoke to Charles and I know I said you would also want to do haute couture and your own designs." 

"I am sure you did..." Victoria replied and she playfully slapped him across the chest and snuggled in. He was a lovely man, she thought, wanting her to model to please his own little secret desires. And you know what, she probably would, just for him.

"And any way, Charles probably misunderstood, you know how these black men are, always getting confused..."

"Charles is black!" Victoria had never met Charles. She had always assumed he was white. 

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"N-no, no problem at all. I just assumed he was white, that's all. It is wrong of me, I am sorry. Just that he's a corporate lawyer and..."

"Yeah, I know. But the boy is good. He's a ruthless bastad and he always gets what he wants."

That was true, as they were both about to find out to their cost.

"Well look, let's open this file and see what he has got to offer us."

They clicked on the file called "Debbie -- Pictures 1 -- "The Secretary"". There must have been at least 50 pictures on file and they immediately elected the slide show option. Both James and Victoria were excited at what they would see. They weren't to be disappointed. 

[Debbie is actually a real white housewife -- not a professional model -- who is tricked into becoming one of Charles' fuck toys. She is married, with children and was happy until Charles managed to get his dirty black hands on to her. She was forced to participate in the photo shoot because Charles had promised a "Subservient Secretary" story to one of his friends. Her story will be told in more detail in further chapters.]

The chosen model Debbie was quite stunning. She was a little older than Victoria, in her late 20s, was very petit, only 5ft 3 tall and had a stunning figure hourglass figure. She was in her late 20s -- but looked a lot younger, had blonde hair but this was dyed, naturally her hair was hazel but she dyed it at least once a month. She took great care in her appearance -- went to the gym regularly and as such, despite her two children, had a perfect body. In fact, she was the splitting image of the Character "Amanda" (played by actress Becki Newton) from the hit show "Ugly Betty".

In the first picture, she was walking towards the camera and was dressed in what was supposed to be a professional work suit. It was naturally a very revealing suit which did nothing to hide her gorgeous curvaceous body. Her black skirt was very tight and very short, too short for the workplace. It was at least 4 inches above the knee. She had on a tight white blouse and three of the top buttons were undone leaving a vast amount of cleavage on display. It was a classic tight fitted white shirt, which was probably a size too small, since her massive tits seemed to be ready to burst out. It was also made of thin cotton since you could clearly see her half cut lacy black bra. Her nipples were clearly erect. She also wore a lovely pearl necklace, had on 4 inch heels, black stockings and garters (although these were yet to be revealed). In one hand she held a note pad and a pen. She was married as you could see her big engagement ring and wedding band. 

There were a few more pictures of her walking over to a seat by a large rosewood desk. This was set in a plush office. It happened to be Charles's office, but you could not see Charles. The next picture of her was of her sitting down in a plush leather chair. She was looking straight ahead at the camera, but one could assume that she was supposed to be looking at her boss. 

She had adopted a shy but sultry pose. She had both her hands on her lap and was looking straight at her boss/the camera in a nervous way. Then, in another picture she was chewing nervously at her pen, it was all still very seductive and was in that come fuck my mouth way. She had crossed her legs which had caused her skirt to rise up her delicious thighs. The flesh above her stocking was clearly on display as were her black suspenders. There were a few more pictures of her like this, of her looking shy, sultry and sexy. The ultimate office whore.

"My God, she is stunning", uttered a mesmerised Victoria. She was transfixed at the kind of pictures they were looking at. She had never really been into porn. But she so hoped Debbie would reveal more.

As did James. "Yes, she is quite a looker. But not as pretty as you, my dear" He quickly added. Actually, he was not quite sure, but he did not want his wife to know this. His dick started to stir.

The slide show continued.

She put the pen and paper on the desk and looked at the camera in a way that suggested that she had been told off for some misdemeanor. Then, another picture showed her standing up, hands clasped in front of her, head down and looking very sorry for herself, like a child would when being scolded by her parents. 

After a few more pictures she turned around so her back and gorgeous arse were now facing the camera. She then started to raise her small skirt, clearly she had been ordered by her boss to do so. Each picture tantalizingly showed a little bit more of her raising her skirt up her perfectly formed bottom until the tops of her stockings, suspenders, garters and arse came into view. Debbie was wearing a white thong which essentially consisted of a piece of string up her delicious bottom. This meant that all of her lovely white arse was on display. his was, so far, classis soft porn stuff and it had not gone unnoticed by the married couple.

"This is just porn!" Victoria screamed. "I thought you said this man did proper modeling?"

"Well yes, but he did say that these pictures were going to be on the risqué side of things. Look, do you want to stop. We don't have to look at them anymore? I think they are quite good..." James separately wanted Victoria to agree to continue looking at them.

Victoria's brain was telling her to stop, but her pussy was telling her something different. It was soaking wet. For some reason, she wanted to be the girl raising her skirt. To be the one revealing her arse and having men such as James look at it and get all horny. It had not gone unnoticed that James's dick was now rock hard.

"N-no, let's carry on watching. I mean, I am not obliged to do this myself, am I?" Although she wished she was. "And, you seem to be enjoying it." And with that Victoria placed her hand on his 6 inch pecker and started to rub it.

"Oh yes, I am. And look, you don't seem to be suffering." James had placed his fingers in her pussy and noticed how wet she was. Also her nipples were thrusting out up against her white transparent baby doll. His other hand pulled the straps down to reveal her big tits. He flicked her nipples which elicited deep groans from his wife.

"Y-yes, it is surprisingly sexy. Debbie does look lovely. Let's continue and see what happens."

James was delighted. His wife was showing a penchant for porn, if he had known this before he would have introduced her to it a long time ago. Maybe she might even be into the hardcore gangbang stuff that he liked so much and watched all the time on the net. All in good time, he thought. For now, he continued with the slide show.

Debbie, having raised her skirt, turned around once more to face the camera. You now had a clear view of her still covered pussy. Her head was bowed but she looked straight at the camera. Her mouth was open and she was licking her lips. Her nipples seemed to have got even bigger as they pressed up against her flimsy bra and shirt. She looked like such a slut, standing there, waiting for her next command.

Her next command clearly was to undo her shirt. The pictures showed her popping open each button of her white blouse until you could see her bra. Her tits looked huge in that small lacy black bra. She could have done with a size bigger.

"God, her tits are huge. They look gorgeous." Victoria said, her voice was now quite low, she was very turned on at what she was seeing. James noticed this and shoved a couple more fingers up her pussy and pinched her nipples hard. "Ohhh, yes...", was all she could say.




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"You like it, don't you?"

"Y-yes I do. I didn't think I would but it is strangely arousing.

"Let's continue. I want to see what her tits look outside her bra."

As predicted, Debbie, very slowly and, over a number of pictures, peeled the cups of her bra down to reveal her big white tits. At 36D they were huge and looked marvelous. They were pert and her nipples were a good inch erect.

"My God, her tits are huge." Victoria exclaimed. "They are massive..."

"Yours are just as big." James replied, not wanting his wife to feel inadequate. Although, looking at Debbie's marvelous jugs, he was not sure. Victoria's were very big at 34D but Debbie's may have had the edge in terms of size. James grabbed a handful of Victoria's tit flesh and started to jiggle them up and down. 

"Oh yes, that is nice. Oh, and play with my pussy. C-come on, let's see the rest of the picture. I think I am close"

As James continued with the slide show, there were more pictures of Debbie displaying her tits to the cameraman. This time the pictures were much closer, so rather than Debbie appearing to be showing her body off to someone sitting behind a desk, that person was now standing a lot closer. As such, you got a close up of her face and tits. She had spread her shirt very wide and was thrusting her breasts out. And then, with what happened to be the final picture, and the one that sent Victoria over the edge, a big black hand emerged and cupped one of Debbie's big white tits. 

Victoria came. The black hand on white tit flesh was totally unexpected and its emergence on this beautiful woman awoke in Victoria her deepest darkest fantasies -- that of a white woman submitting her body to the will and power of a black man. Her cumming had very little to do with James's hand in her pussy -- it was solely down to that black hand.

"Oh my God, a black man is the man who is taking the pictures? Do you suppose it is Charles?" Victoria said after she had recovered from her orgasm.

James, who was equally shocked, by the hands emergence merely shrugged his shoulders. He thought his wife had cum because of him, but what was of more concern, and interest, was what this hand was doing and where this photo shoot was going? Mild erotic pictures was one thing, but this could be leading to something altogether more explicit. James was not sure whether he wanted to go down that road. Unfortunately for him, Victoria almost certainly did want to go down that road.

"Do you think there could be some more pictures? I mean, do you think this story continues?" Victoria enquired, doing very little to hide the desperation in her voice. Despite cumming, she was still oh so horny. She desperately wanted to see what else Debbie got up to with the black man in the photo, whose face they were yet to see.

"Well I suppose there could be. I would have to ask Charles. Are you sure you want to see these? I mean this is not exactly what I was expecting. It is of course very good but..." James was now a little concerned, and not a little surprised at his wife's attitude. He had not expected her to be so keen to see what Debbie would do with another man. And a black man at that! But at the same time, she was aroused. Maybe he could persuade her that erotic modeling was the way forward...

"Ok. I tell you what, I will email him and see what happens."

James, keen not to waste a moment of time, frantically typed away.

"Dear Charles,

Many thanks for your pictures. They were a little more risqué then we had imagined -- although Victoria and I enjoyed them considerably. Debbie is one hot girl, she looked great. We particularly enjoyed the way the photos allowed her to reveal her stunning body in a very slow seductive way. It really added to the whole experience and made it thoroughly enjoyable.

We did have one query though -- the last picture -- the one where a hand comes to rest on her breast, was this supposed to be part of the portfolio? If so, does this particular picture scenario continue? Victoria and I would very much like to see the rest of it, if possible?

Kind regards,

James

PS -- Victoria might be keen to model for your agency."

When James typed the last sentence, he was not too sure whether his wife would protest, and insist on its deletion, or do nothing. To his delight, she did and said nothing. Indeed, when Victoria read it, as it was being typed, she was initially going to protest; but then she thought to herself, why do that when she might actually be interested? She did not know whether it was the erotic nature of the pictures, the fact that a black man was involved or just the whole weird situation of watching porn with her husband. All she knew was that she wanted to see more Debbie and this black man. However, what she feared the most was that the reason why her pussy was still so wet was because a black man was involved. Had the hand been white, maybe she would have felt differently?

As James's email hit Charles's box, poor Katrina, the Albanian sex slave , was still sucking on Charles's giant member. When he saw that he had a new message from James, he realized that he would now discover whether his plan had any mileage or if James was fuming with him and all the repercussions that would follow. Charles had of course deliberately kept in the last picture in order to test the ground. If they had reacted negatively and got all high and mighty, well he could apologise, claim it was a dreadful mistake, one which he was not aware of since the portfolio had come directly from the agency and hope no lasting damage was done. If it was positive, well then it was very much game on!

When he read James's email, he was delighted. He grabbed on to Kaltrina's head and began to fuck her mouth even harder. Soon, he hoped to be doing that to the delicious Victoria. Kaltrina, looked up at him, tears in her eyes, desperate for some recognition for all the work she was putting in, but all she found was that the evil man was looking at the computer and, having removed his hands from her head, was typing away. She redoubled her efforts.

Charles's reply read:

"Dearest James,

Please could you and your wife accept my sincere apologies for the last picture, this should not have been in the portfolio that was sent. I will have to have a word with the agency.

As I mentioned, each portfolio is specifically designed for each of our clients. This particular client had a certain scenario that he wanted acted out. I had only wanted to send you the first stage of pictures so you could see the style and genre that we offer. However, I do not think it is appropriate for me to send you more pictures. These do get more explicit and I am not too sure whether you and your wife would want to see them.

Once again, sincere apologies,

Charles"

On reading this email, Victoria almost typed out the response herself. Of course they wanted to see the rest of the pictures. How could he possibly leave her hanging like this? Thankfully, the desperate rantings of a horny white wife were avoided, and James managed to type a reasoned response.

"Charles,

Many thanks for your email. No need to apologies. Victoria and I aren't as conservative as you think. We would, subject to your approval, still be very interested to see the remaining pictures. We found the whole thing very arousal and I know my wife would be very disappointed if she could not see what happens to the delightful Debbie.

Yours,

James"

As soon as he read that Victoria would be disappointed not to see the remaining pictures, he started to cum down the delightful Katrina's mouth. Little did the naïve wife know that the hand that she saw was none other than his. He was the black model in this series, although you would never know. In the POV style of porn, where the male's face is never visible as he fucks his victim, so was the case in the scenario. As the happy couple were about to discover, things were about to get an awful lot more explicit.

"Dear James,

Ok, if you and your wife are happy, I enclose some further pictures of the Boss/Secretary scenario. These are batch 2 of 3. If you enjoy these, please let me know and I will send you the final batch

Yours,

Charles" 

Charles then sat back and ordered Smith into his room. He wanted to watch him fuck Katrina doggie style. And whilst she was taking Smith's giant 13 inch cock, he ordered her to call her fiancé and explain to him that she would not be home until Monday. She desperately tried to sound normal on the phone and offer a plausible explanation, but the sound of a big black man pounding her from behind, spanking her upturned buttocks and her cumming was just a slight give away. She had some work to do to save her relationship.

Meanwhile, back with James and Victoria, their marriage was still going strong and entering a new strange phase, thanks to the evil machinations of the great Charles Jackson. 

They clicked on the file headed "Debbie -- Pictures 2 --A Secretary Gets Punished"

With great eagerness, and both feeling as horny as they ever had, they began the slide show. 

The first picture showed Debbie, sitting back in her chair, legs folded, revealing the flesh above her stockings, and she was holding a piece of paper and reading it. Her blouse was still open displaying her tits, which were still out of her flimsy bra.   

And there was also another big difference. Under the picture there was now some writing explaining the photo story. As James and Victoria would discover, it was not included in every picture but periodically when an explanation was required. Under this picture was written:

"Samuel, the boss, handed over to Debbie incontrovertible evidence that she had indeed been stealing from the company. If she wanted to keep her job, stop the police and her husband from finding our, she would have to do more than merely show her boss her tits and ass. Samuel wanted a whole lot more. First, he ordered her to strip. Debbie had no choice but to obey"

They read this in silence. For Victoria, this was one of her secret fantasies -- to be at the complete whim of a dominant powerful black man, to be subjugated to his evil will, with no ability to resist or to prevent being cruelly fucked. 

It was Victoria who first broke the silence.

"Why do you think we get words now, not in the previous pictured?" Victoria enquired

"Well, Charles is clearly a clever bastard. Had he included the story in the first set of pictures, well that may have put us off. Now he knows we are game, he is confident of giving is the whole bang." James was no fool, he was spot on in his thinking. Charles's overriding concern in all this was to ensure that he did not scare the happy couple off too soon. Having ascertained that they were turned on by what they saw, he decided to ratchet things up a little by including the story. He was hoping that it would add to things and lure young Victoria in to the trap he was setting. As in most things, Charles would not be disappointed.

"Well, I am not bothered, are you? I think it spices things up." Victoria was almost in her own little world, a world where her husband was not there and she was alone with this picture story. She was now masturbating herself off and had two of her own fingers up her pussy. Her legs were spread as wide as possible and both of her tits were out of her baby doll. She felt as horny as she had ever felt, largely because she wished that it was her rather than Debbie who was being blackmailed. The only thing that was a constant reminder of her husband was the fact that she was being forced to rub his dick. She would rather use her other hand to play with her tits, but though this was a tad unfair to the poor chap. God, was she really this much of a whore, she wondered? The coming days would answer that question for her in the affirmative.

James, not to be outdone by his horny wife, was also turned on by this. Not only by the story, but also at the obvious affect it was having on his hitherto conservative wife. The transformation was remarkable. "No, I am not bothered, let's crack on. God yes, rub my cock..."

There then followed a series of very seductive pictures as young Debbie was forced to undress in front of her boss. First, she removed her jacket. She then turned around so her back was facing the camera. Her skirt was still raised showing the tops of her stockings and garters. 

Slowly she removed her skirt. She bent forward so her arse, framed by her black garters and g-string, was now facing out in front of the camera. There were several pictures of this delightful pose. 

Both Victoria and James were breathing heavily, immersed in their own private world. 

Debbie then stood up and turned around to face the camera/her boss. She was still wearing her shirt, which, other than the last button, was unbuttoned and was spread open to reveal her tits, which were still hanging out of her half cut black bra. She still had on her heels, stockings, suspenders and g-string. She looked every bit like a subservient slut. 

The next picture showed her looking back at the desk where her boss would have been sitting and was again holding the same piece of paper and was looking down at it. 

"The Evidence was damming. Debbie had no choice but to obey. If she did not want to lose her job, the generous money and benefits that came with it, she would have to do what her boss ordered. Next, the bra and the g-string had to come off. For the first time, Debbie would be displaying her pussy to a man other than her husband."

The next picture showed Debbie turning around so her arse was once more facing the camera and then, she very slowly removed her g-string. All the time she kept her legs straight (as no doubt as she was ordered) thus revealing her shaved pussy. Then she turned around and removed her bra. It seemed to burst open so big were her tits and so flimsy her bra. They were magnificent - at least 36D -- with large brown nipples which unashamedly pointed out.

The story then moved quickly on with the next picture which showed poor Debbie kneeling between the legs of her blackmailer and further pictures showed her unzipping the man's pants. As she did, she had a look of shock and bewilderment at what she was being forced to do. Whilst her pretty face may have had a look of fear, her nipples on her enormous white tits betrayed the excitement she undeniably felt at being forced to become a black man's slut.

And then finally they got to the part that Victoria was craving to see, the part where Debbie took out her Master's enormous 12 inch black cock. A picture showed the fully erect cock out of Charles's black pinstripe pants. Debbie's left hand held it at the base, she was unable to hold it fully it was so big. Her dainty little hand made it look even bigger (if that was possible), and her big diamond engagement ring, no doubt given to her by some poor fool of a husband, shone brightly up against the coal black dick that she was being forced to hold. Her other hand was up against her mouth, that was open in shock. She genuinely looked terrified at what she was looking at.

Under the picture, there was another caption:

"Debbie was then told by her boss to suck his big black cock and if she did not suck him dry and swallow his spunk, she would be sacked and the police called. Despite pleading with him that she was a faithful wife, a mother of two children, and someone who had never sucked a cock in her life before. Her boss informed her that this was all irrelevant to him. She was now going to become his fuck toy and she would learn how to suck cock and to suck it properly. The alternative was jail. 

"Debbie had no choice. She removed her boss's cock from his pants and was shocked at its length and girth. She had never seen such a big cock in her life before. The only cock she had ever seen was her husband's and his was a pitiful 5 inches in length. What she realized was that finally she was holding a real cock." 

Victoria silently wondered what it would be like to hold a real cock. The only one she had ever held was her husband's and his was also small -- it maxed out at 6 inches. In disgust at what life had forced her to miss out on, she removed her hand from his cock. She felt that whilst she was paying homage to the power of black dick, she should not pleasure a small white penis. Instead, she grabbed a hair brush from the nearby dresser and plunged it into sopping wet pussy. She spread her legs as wide as possible in order to gain maximum entry. Both her beautiful big tits were now out of her flimsy babydoll nightie and her other hand was playing with them, flicking her big sensitive nipples. . 

Indeed she now no longer even acknowledged that her husband was even in the same room as her, so immersed was she in her own perverted world. a world where she was the poor abused wife in the story and where it was Victoria who was being forced to become a fuck toy for her black master.

James noticing the change in his wife said and did nothing. Instead he masturbated himself, aware that his wife was ignoring him.

The story continued.

It now showed Debbie with her mouth open as wide as possible, hovering over the top of the head Charles's cock. Her innocent blue eyes were looking up at him, in submission and in fear. You then saw her take the head into her mouth and there then followed a series of pictures where Debbie took more and more of Charles's cock into her mouth. His hands also emerged into the frame, one went behind her head to push it further down his cock whilst the other played with her big tits. It was not long before Debbie had 12 inches forced down her throat. As she dutifully looked up at Charles, tears were swelling up in her eyes.

"G-god she is sucking his cock. She is really sucking all of his big black cock." Victoria screamed out, and she was not screaming out to her husband, but rather to herself. She was screaming out in pleasure at seeing her darkest fantasies being played out in front of her very own eyes.

"God it is so big. I did not realise they ever got to be so big. And she is sucking it all, the filthy whore. Oh God, yes..."

James was shocked at this and looked over at his wife. She ignored him and carried on looking at the computer screen which was showing more pictures of Debbie moving her head up and down the giant cock. Charles's hands were no longer in the frame and Debbie was clearly sucking of her own accord and one of her hands could be seen massaging his giant balls.

James had never heard his prim proper wife use such language before, nor had he ever seen her look so aroused, well not when he had sex with her at least. Her legs were wide open and she was vigorously thrusting the brush in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over and she was licking her lips.

She was clearly turned on by seeing such a big black cock and by the fact that a poor wife was being forced to suck it. 

James should have felt angry at this. Angry that his wife could be turned on by such disgusting porn, angry with himself that it was he who had been tricked into bringing such filth in to their hitherto dull suburban lives. But he did not feel this, instead he felt similar to how his wife felt - utterly turned on. However, he was not turned on by the porn per se, although that was undeniably arousing, he was more turned on by the reaction of his wife: he found it a complete turn on that she was aroused by black men and their big black cocks. He was also smart enough to realize that what was driving his wife wild was her imagining that it was her instead of Debbie being fucked in the mouth by a giant black cock. That should have disgusted him. Instead all he could imagine was his wife being pounded by big black dick and him loving it. Before he could dwell on this forbidden fantasy, which caused him great unease, his wife was screaming out again.




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"Oh my god look, he is cumming. Oh my God, he is cumming all over her face".

James looked at the computer - on it was a picture of Charles's cock ejaculating copious amounts of spunk all over Debbie's beautiful face. He was defacing her hitherto innocent beauty with his corrupt black spunk. 

Both Victoria and James came as a result.

For a couple of minutes they both sat on the bed in silence recovering. James had paused the slide show, not sure whether he should continue playing it. The reaction of his wife and his resulting feelings were a cause of enormous concern to him. Did he really want his wife to fuck another man, and a black man at that? Was that really his fantasy? If it was, what kind of sick cuckhold did this make him? Whatever happened, he could never let on to Victoria.

Victoria was also a little embarrassed at so obviously getting turned on by pictures of a young white wife supposedly being forced to suck a giant black cock. But perhaps it should not have come as a complete surprise to her, after all she had always found black men attractive. She would rarely come across them in her lily white world -- there were no blacks in the country clubs and social gatherings that James and she attended. She would however come across them when she was shopping. Whenever she saw them in a mall, she would notice how they would eye her body up, making no pretence that they were checking her out. This was in contrast to white men, who would turn away as soon as eye contact was made. They would tend to shuffle away nervously, whereas black men would stare back, in complete confidence of their ability to seduce and handle a woman of such beauty. Victoria often found herself starring back, before she too would look away in embarrassment and because she found their stares intimidating. It was clear what these men wanted from her, but society and her marriage forbade it, despite her pussy telling her something different.

However, in the comfort of her own bedroom it was different. She was happy to indulge in a little fantasy, even to the obvious embarrassment of her husband. This did cause her a little concern but it was not enough to prevent her from continuing with the show.

"God, that was something, huh?" Victoria said, breaking the silence that had become increasingly uncomfortable. 

"Yes, yes, I suppose it was." James replied, still in a daze at what had just happened. "I didn't think, I mean I didn't know that it would provoke such a reaction in you. I never realized you liked porn? I mean you never said anything..."

Victoria, for the first time since the show started, looked up at her husband. She was no longer playing with her breasts, which were still hanging out of her babydoll night dress, however she was still gently thrusting the handle of the hairbrush in and out of her pussy. This was keeping her aroused and despite her intense orgasm of just a few minutes ago, she could sense that she was ready to cum again quickly and to cum again hard.

"Well, no, I did not realize myself, until now. I mean it was so arousing seeing another woman naked, doing all those things." She concluded that it was best not to tell him that the reason why she was turned on was firstly because of the big black cock and secondly the way she was forced to suck it off. She hoped that by telling James that it was the sight of another naked woman that caused her to cum, it would appeal to his desire (as with all men) to see their wives with another naked woman.

Victoria did go a little way to convincing James that this was the real reason. However James was a shrewd judge of people and could tell that there was more to it than that. "Well, yes I suppose so..." James replied. But before he could continue, Victoria interrupted him, "And in any event, it looks like someone else was a little turned on too!" and with that she pointed at his now limp dick which he was still holding but was now covered in a fair amount of spunk caused by his own orgasm.

"Err, yes, I suppose so", James replied, rather sheepishly, and he reached over to the table where there was a box of tissues and started to clean himself up. This was a difficult one to get out of, he thought and he desperately wanted to avoid admitting it was seeing a black man fucking a white woman which had caused him to cum too. Instead he moved quickly on, eager to avoid any more awkward questioning. 

"Well let's see if there is anymore on this show. I must say, Charles is a sly old bastard having all this porn and then being willing to show us. You wouldn't know if you were to meet him, he is such a conservative lawyer. Well here goes..." And with that, James clicked on the play button and the slideshow continued. Victoria leaned back in anticipation and started to masturbate herself with the hair brush and played with her tits. James also started to rub his cock once more. The story continued...

The next picture showed Debbie leaning over the desk. Her legs were spread and her bottom was thrust out. You could clearly see her pussy lips and anus. She was still wearing her heels, stockings, suspenders and garter belt. Her big naked tits hung heavily down and she was looking back at the camera, her face was no longer covered in spunk but her mouth was open and she had that look of fear and dread again. 

Under the picture was a caption and it read:

"Debbie was informed that sucking her boss's cock was insufficient punishment to get her out of her predicament. She needed to be fucked and to be fucked by a real cock for a change. As such, she was ordered to place her hands on the desk, spread her legs and to thrust her bottom out. Reluctantly she obeyed. And as she did she looked back in fear at her boss who was standing behind her, removing his leather belt from his pants. He then informed her that before he fucked her married white pussy with his big black cock, she needed to have her arse whipped for being such a willful bitch. Debbie pleaded with her attacker to stop and not to hurt her in this way. She would obey him and wasn't fucking her enough? Her boss laughed and told her that in future it would be he who decided when it was enough and when she could not handle any more of his cock. They were currently nowhere near that stage."

There then followed a series of pictures focusing solely on Debbie's lovely perfectly formed arse. Each one showed the leather belt being applied to it and the pictures did not look fake to either Victoria or James (they were not) since her arse got redder and redder with each picture. Then another picture showed her face with her mouth was open and she looked like she was screaming out for mercy. Tears, not seemingly fake, ran down here cheeks.

"My God, he is actually whipping her, he's whipping that poor bitch's arse", Victoria said. She was once more in her own perverted world, without her husband, where she was the one being arse whipped. 

"Yes, yes. The bitch is really getting it good." James replied. He too was enjoying the story, and ashamedly willed the black man on to punish the white slut. She deserved it and it seemed like he was a man who knew how to punish a bitch.

There were a few more pictures of Debbie being punished and then there was a picture of Debbie's reddened arse and a huge black cock hovering over it. The arse was a defeated punished arse and the cavalry in the shape of a black man's cock had arrived to claim its victory. The prize was some tight white married pussy. Under the picture there was another caption:

"Debbie's boss was now ready to fuck her. Debbie panted with fear and again pleaded for mercy, telling him she was a happily married woman who wanted to be faithful to her husband. Her boss laughed at this and told her that in a few minutes she would be begging to be fucked hard by his big black cock."

The next picture showed the massive head splitting open Debbie's tender white pussy. Another showed Debbie screaming out and you could see behind her the towering frame of the huge black man (face still hidden) that was forcefully fucking her. He was stilly fully clothed in his business suit, a nice contrast to the partially naked woman who was being forced to serve him. He had grabbed hold of her long blonde hair and was pulling it back. It was clear that this was going to be a hard fuck. 

A series of pictures showed more and more of his cock invading the once pure innocent pussy of this white wife until all 12 inches were in and his taught muscular stomach rested up nicely against her tender red arse. 

"Good God, he has managed to get all of his big cock up her cunt", Victoria yelled. "There must be at least a foot of cock up there. How did she manage it? That can't be natural?" Victoria was now a blubbering hysterical mess, so consumed was she by the pictures. Her husband had become even more concerned by her reaction. This was not normal. He was meant to be trying to seduce his wife into becoming a model for his pleasure, not a slut for black cock. This was not right!

There then followed a series of pictures showing the cock entering and withdrawing from Debbie's tender pussy. Each time it was withdrawn the cock looked wetter and wetter until was covered with a think film of white liquid which could only have been the bitch's cum. She was clearly enjoying it. 

You then saw a picture of her face. It was one of agony and ecstasy, the expression that only a woman who was being properly fucked could give. Her hair was being pulled back, her mouth was wide open and she was clearly screaming. Her screams could have been of pleasure or pain, it was not entirely clear. In reality, it was likely to be a mixture of both. 

Finally, the picture show came to the last series of pictures, the ones where Charles withdraw his mighty cock from the abused pussy and ejaculated over poor Debbie's red cheeks. 

At this, the wannabe black slut, Victoria, came. Seeing the reddened arse of this white bitch being defecated by the copious amounts of spunk being emitted from the huge black cock had been all too much for her. She had another earth shattering orgasm and made no attempt to hide it from her husband.

James, looking over at the horny bitch, unfortunately had not yet found his own release and as he looked at her, seeing her legs spread wide open, hairbrush still in her pussy screaming out in delight, a sense of anger and injustice came over him. This was meant to be his plan, his way to derive pleasure from his young wife's luscious body by persuading her to become a model, to model slutty outfits for his pleasure. Not some way for her to become hooked on black porn. That bastard Charles had tricked him. But he was also turned on by what was happening. That too could not be right. However, instead of dwelling on this disturbing development he decided to take his anger out on his wife.

Before Victoria could properly recover, he grabbed her and forced her on all fours so that she was now in the doggie position. She was also facing the computer, which was positioned a short distance away from her.

James moved behind her and marveled at his wife's perfect bottom. She may have been turned on my some anonymous nigger's cock, but her ass was still his (for now) and he was entitled to what was his. Grabbing the hairbrush, he yanked it out of her pussy, causing Victoria to scream, ever so slightly. He then inserted his 6 inch white cock into his wife's cunt. Victoria was smart enough to groan out loud, although this was entirely a fake reaction, she realized that she had to at the very least pretend that James's cock could still satisfy her. Although having just seen the monster dick on her computer screen, she now knew what a real cock looked like. If only she could try one...

James started to pound away. "Oh yes, that is good. That is so good. Do you like it? Tell me how much you like it..."

"Yes that is good, your cock feels so big and strong. Ooh I do like it..." Victoria replied, totally dishonestly. If truth be told, she felt nothing. Just by seeing some black porn had made her turn off white dick. What a complete slut she was. She realized that to have any feelings of arousal she would need to see some black dick. Well, some was right in front of her, at least on her computer screen. Reaching over she clicked on the play bottom and Debbie's story started from the beginning with the first picture showed Debbie, sitting back in her chair, legs folded, revealing the flesh above her stockings...

As Debbie's story was retold, the horny couple proceeded to have the best sex of their marriage, although for slightly different reasons. For James he was able to, for the first time, fuck his wife whilst watching porn. He found it utterly compelling that he could slide his cock in and out of his wife's pussy whilst enjoying seeing how poor Debbie was dealt with my the masterful black. Deep down, he wondered how he would react to seeing his wife being fucked by a giant black man. The strength of his erection and the way he pounded his wife like never before gave its own disturbing answer. 

Victoria, on the other hand, did nothing but fantasise about what it would be like to fucked by a black man, to be dominated, spanked and abused by a brute of a man who knew how to handle a bitch. A bitch like herself, to be more precise. So, as the picture story progressed and she became more and more immersed in Debbie's seduction, she fucked back hard by thrusting her lovely arse back on to her husband's pounding dick. And whilst she fucked her husband, she imagined that rather than being fucked by her white husband, it was the evil black boss in the story that was force fucking her, forcing her to serve his gigantic cock. Of course she would have reluctantly fucked him at first, maybe she would have been raped, but after a while, once her pussy had accommodated his length and girth, she had no doubt that she would have loved it and become his slave. 

It was these illicit perverted reasons that cause Victoria to have another earth shattering orgasm.

A few minutes later, as they both recovered, James decided that he would have to ask the obvious question, did his wife want to see more of what Charles had to offer? For the sake of their marriage, he hoped the answer would be no, but for the sake of his dick, he secretly hoped the answer would be yes.

Sadly for their marriage, the answer was yes...

The next morning, Victoria woke up still feeling a little strange with what had happened to her the night before. She had cum again and again in response to the porn she and her husband had watched. Despite it being, in reality, quite softcore interracial stuff, she had still cum as hard as she had ever cum in her young life. And now, as she woke up on this Saturday morning, rather than looking forward to spending the weekend with her loving husband and doing whatever young rich white middleclass people did, she instead keenly awaited the delivery of some more porn from their "friend" Chares Jackson. 

Late last night, James has emailed Charles requesting some more of his work, Charles had offered them something more explicit and they had accepted. It was to be delivered at around 5pm. For the young horny Victoria, at 8am, that felt like an eternity. 

As James woke up, and looked over at his loving wife, his feelings were rather different. They were one of fear. Fear for the monster he had inadvertently woken in his wife. Fear for where his wife's apparent fixation with big black cock could end.

At that very moment, the other principal character in this sordid tale, Chares Jackson, also happened to wake up. Next to him lay the poor bitch, Katrina. Charles looked over at the gorgeous slut, she was still asleep, no doubt exhausted from being violently fucked by her Master the night before. Charles removed the sheet that covered her naked body and looked at her massive naked tits which were heaving up and down as she slept. Soon they would be once more wrapped around his massive cock, Charles thought, but first he had business to attend to. Thoughts immediately went to Victoria, the innocent housewife he was desperate to seduce and fuck. He knew exactly which film he was going to send the poor couple in order to continue their seduction. 

Charles got out of bed, put on a silk red robe and made his way into his study. One inside, he went over to a mahogany book case. Ostensibly this was for his law journals and articles, but there was also a cabinet at the bottom which was locked. Only he had the key since inside were many of the The Ivory Club's secrets. Even his trusted lieutenant Smith was not allowed access. He opened the door and looked inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to a DVD that had been recently cut for one of the older members of, indeed one of the founding members. The individual in question was now well into his 80s, having helped establish The Ivory Club during the 1960s, a time of the civil rights movement and the time of Martin Luther King. It was also the time when a young aspiring doctor wanted to take his anger out on young white wives. To fuck them in a way that could satisfy his thirst for revenge on the white man. 

Now, as an old man, his anger had someone sated but his desire for black on white sex had not diminished in the slightest. However, the arthritis in his joints meant that he could no longer perform as much sex (even with the aid if Viagra) as he had in his youth. So, with the aid of the other members, he commissioned the making of a number of porn films to watch in his retirement. These films were specific fantasies of this great man and Charles thought that one he had recently commissioned for his old friend would be ideal for his evil purposes.

He picked out a DVD case with "Schoolgirl Gets Gangbanged By Big Black Cock" written on it. Charles smiled, this film was perfect. Picking it up, he took it back to his bedroom.

When he entered his bedroom, he saw that Katrina had woken up and was out of the bed. She was naked but for her high heel shoes. She was looking for the rest of her clothes. Her heels accentuated her arse and legs. Her massive breasts thrust proudly out.

"What are you looking for, bitch?"

"Oh please, I am looking for my clothes. I need to leave. I need to go back to my fiancé, he will be worrying about me." She replied, in a hushed eastern European accent. 

Charles merely smiled and said nothing. God he found her body and accent sexy, he thought. He went over to his DVD player and inserted the film he had just taken from his study into the player. Then, picking up the remote, he walked over to his bed and as he did he passed Katrina who had remained standing, waiting what she hoped was the permission that would allow her to leave.

Charles said nothing, instead he sat at the end of the bed and pressed play on his remote. The DVD began and immediately showed a beautiful schoolgirl who was no doubt about to get gangbanged on film. Charles then spread his legs and opened his robe displaying his massive 12 inch black cock to the poor young girl. Katrina looked down at his cock and then looked up at her Master. Charles just smiled at her, no words were needed. Katrina sighed, she knew that a reunion with her fiancé would have to wait. She walked over to her Master, tits bouncing up and down, pussy getting wet, and knelt down between his legs and, looking up at her Master, obediently opened her mouth and started to suck him off...

Back home with the Carters, Victoria started to get ready, she decided that she would go out shopping before the evening's events began. James meanwhile tried to put to the events of last night, and what his wife was going through, to the back of his mind. 

Some eight and a half hours later, and $1,000 spent, Victoria returned from her shopping trip. James was upstairs doing some work. Taking her bags with her, she went to find him.




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"Hi honey, I am home."

"Hi there, how was your shopping trip? Did you get anything nice?"

"Yes, I gone one or two things for this evening."

"What do you mean, "things for this evening?""

"Well I thought it might make it an more interesting night if I spiced things up even more. You have to admit that the sex yesterday was fantastic."

"Well yes, but..."

"No buts, darling, all I have bought are one or two sexy items which will help make the evening even more of a turn on, for the both of us". And with that Victoria walked over to where James was sitting and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. Then, with a confident swagger, she walked out. As she did, she looked back at her husband, who was mesmerised by her arse, tightly encased in a small mini, smiling at him she said, "I am going to get ready, Charles said he would be here at 5pm and it is 4.30pm already. Don't be late now."

James, for the first time in his marriage, realised that his wife was fully in control of events. He was to find out to his cost in the coming days that it was not to be the last time. 

A few minutes later, after James finished his work, he followed Victoria into his bedroom. She was already in the ensuite bathroom taking a shower. On the bed were a number of shopping bags. James walked over to take a look at what she had bought. In one of the bags was a box of shoes. He opened it and took out a pair of 4 inch white strap on high heels. Very nice, very slutty, he thought. It was going to get better. In the next bag he found a pink see though baby doll night dress, white stockings, suspenders, suspender belt and a g-string. This was the perfect outfit to turn on James, he thought. It had all the makings of what would, in normal circumstances, be an incredibly horny evening. However this was going to be no normal evening. And the final bag confirmed as much. It was a dark black bag and in it was a large blue box. James removed it and looked in horror at what he was holding. The box contained what must have been a 9 inch black dildo. He was horrified. His wife must have visited a sex shop to buy an instrument to mimic the black cocks they were going to watch on film. It also dawned on him that his own cock was now no longer sufficient to satisfy his wife. 

At that moment his wife came out of the shower, drying her hair and looked over at James who was looking down at all the shopping bags. "I see you have found what I bought. I hope you like it? I know you like me dressed all sexy when we have sex. I think you should like what I have bought?"

"Yes, yes it is lovely. Thanks. I also see you have bought something that should satisfy you?" And James then picked up the blue box containing the dildo. "Why did you buy this?"

"Oh James, it is nothing" Victoria, replied, laughing. She then came over to James and took the box off him and threw it on to the bed. She then cuddled him and looked up into his face, "I bought that as a bit of a laugh, you know. I thought we could have some fun with it. You know we should perhaps be a little more kinky and try out some new things in our sex life..."

James wondered just how kinky Victoria wanted to get. "Yes, I suppose it can't hurt..."

"Of course it can't. Now hurry up and get ready. You should take a shower too. You know how much I like you clean before sex. And it will be 5pm soon. Come on get ready". Victoria said enthusiastically as she skipped over to her purchases to prepare herself for the evening's events. 

As ordered, James made his way to the bathroom to get ready. She was now in total control of the situation and she intended to shape the day however she wanted. Victoria looked down at her new purchases and started to get herself ready. First she slid her white silk stockings up her lovely long legs, marveling how smooth they felt on her flawless skin. Then she put on her suspender belt and attached her stockings to it. Her g-string was next. Normally Victoria would never wear a g-string, despite the repeated requests of her husband, but after seeing how sexy Debbie looked in it, and how much it would have appealed to any black master she was lucky to have, she felt that she ought to start to wearing them. Then the see through pink baby doll night dress was put on. 

Finally, to complete the outfit she put on her four inch strap on Jimmy Choo high. She looked at herself in the mirror. Standing in front of her was a beautiful slut, a slut who was dying to be released from the confines of her conservative middle class existence and be free to fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Alas her marriage and society forbade her from seeking the big black cock she was now so desperate to try. Whilst she had always had a natural inkling for black men, nothing concrete had formed in her mind. But now, just by seeing that picture story of Debbie being fucked by a big back cock, it had made her desperate for, at the very least, some more explicit black porn. 

In reality the reason why she was feeling so horny was because she wanted to try out some black dick for herself. Dressing like a slut had nothing to do with pleasing her husband or even making her feel more sexy. She was dressing to please a black man who was yet to enter into her life. She was dressing like a BMW (a black man's woman).

Victoria saw that her little pink baby doll did nothing to cover her pussy and arse, it flared out at the bottom. It was incredibly low cut so that most of her breasts were also on display. Not that it made any difference since it was see through. Her impossibly high heels toned her legs and raised her buttocks to make them look even more perfectly formed. All of the flesh above her stockings was on display as were the white suspender tabs which were fastened to her suspender bet.

Perfect, she thought. The outfit was perfect. Whilst she knew her husband would appreciate it, she knew that its real purpose was to dress how a black man would expect her to dress. As a slut. The whiteness of the stockings and the pinkish baby doll might have portrayed an air of innocence, but that would appeal to a black man, she correctly thought. They would enjoy fucking a slut who dressed in an innocent way. Especially if she also behaved in a filthy manner, prepared to do whatever they ordered her to do.

Her only regret was that there was not a black man in sight to appreciate how she looked. Her husband would, but he was too sweet to fuck her in way that she now knew she needed. Hard and violently, without mercy and with a dick could split her into two. Pain and pleasure were twins, after all. As she turned around so she could look at her arse in the mirror, it was effectively naked since the g-string disappeared entirely up the crack of her perfectly formed bottom, she pondered her dilemma. However before she could dwell on it for too long, the door bell Victoria was suddenly disturbed by the doorbell. 

"Sh!t" she thought, it was already 5pm and Charles's courier had arrived with their DVD and James was still in the shower. Should she go and get James and get him to go down, with the risk that by the time he came out of the shower, dried off, the courier may have gone? Or should she go herself, dressed up like a whore and collect the DVD herself? The risk of not getting the DVD far outweighed any temporary embarrassment she may feel opening the door to a courier not fully dressed. Anyway, she would put on a bathrobe and the courier was likely to be some harmless student. 

Frantically she looked around the room for a bathrobe. She could not see one. They were all in the bathroom and the bathroom door was locked. With the shower on, James could not hear her frantic knocks. She then looked in the closet, nothing. And then the doorbell went again. Shit, the courier would leave if she did not do something quickly. Panicking, she picked up the first thing that she could find, one of her shirts. That would at least cover up her tits and most of her pussy. True, her suspender tabs and all of her flesh above her stockings would still be on display, but a mild dose of embarrassment was still far better than missing out on an evening of black porn, especially after she had gone to so much trouble with her purchases.

As she tottered down the stairs in her four inch heels, she frantically put on her shirt, trying to do the buttons up as quickly as possible. "Coming, coming!" she screamed, determined that the courier should not leave. As she got to the front door, she had just finished buttoning up the shirt and she looked down and realised that the shirt she had chosen was in fact one of her low cut tight fitted shirts. Most of her tits were on display. It was one of those shirts where a bra was essential. Not to worry, she would be very quick. She opened the door, expecting to see a small white courier boy. Instead, starring down at her was a giant 6 ft 6 black man. It was Smith.

Smith had been sent by Charles to deliver the package because he would never entrust such sensitive material with a third party. He needed someone he knew would not let him down.

When the door opened Smith looked down with surprise and delight at the half naked bitch who was standing in front of him. He had expected her pathetic husband to open the door, but this was so much better. Victoria froze when she saw Smith, she was visibly shocked. This was not the normal pathetic looking courier man she had expected -- this was a huge muscular black man the type of which a good white middle class wife would only come across on TV, or on a sports field. And yet here was this thug, standing in front of her blatantly eyeing her up. 

And why not. Her flimsy shirt did little to hide her luscious breasts, which had spilled out of her baby doll and were straining against her white blouse. Most of her tits were on display, other than her nipples, but that did not matter since they were clearly visible, pointing up against the thin white cotton. Her shirt just about covered her pussy, but all of her legs, beautifully raised in her heels, were on display, suspenders and flesh all revealed. Smith looked down and then slowly looked up, making sure every bit of her body was devoured by his hungry eyes. When his eyes finally met Victoria's, he smiled and very slowly licked his lips.

Victoria's mouth was open in fear. Smith was every good white wife's nightmare -- a black sexual predator of the worst possible kind. However he had also become Victoria's fantasy, a black thug who could sate her new sexual needs. As he looked at her and licked his lips, Victoria's pussy became wet with desire and fear. Instinctively, she also licked her lips. She could not help it. She was standing in front of the enemy -- the social enemy of the white wife -- but she wanted to be attacked by this black hoodlum.

Smith looked at her and knew what she was thinking. Despite society and her upbringing telling her to reject the black man, her pussy was telling her something quite different. He saw in her the same needs and desires he saw in many a white bitch -- the need for some big black cock to satisfy her in a way her pathetic husband couldn't. 

However circumstances dictated that Smith could not yet try out Victoria and make her his bitch. Charles had first refusal, and he had strict instructions just to deliver the DVD and return home. In any event, Katrina was in the car. Charles had finally agreed to send her back to her fiancé and Smith had been ordered to make sure she was returned safely home. Sadly for Katrina, she would just have to be fucked one more time before she was back with her loved one. The sight of Victoria all dressed up had made Smith's 13 inch dick painfully hard and he needed relief. 

So, to his lasting regret, Victoria would, for now, escape having so serve his monstrous dick. "Sorry to disturb you, ma'am Charles Jackson asked me to give this to your husband." Smith said, in his most polite, yet assured, voice.

This broke Victoria out of her trance and back to reality. "Err, yes, thank you, I will pass it on to him." Victoria replied, and as she did she went to take the DVD off Smith. When she tried, Smith initially did not let go but allowed one of his big black fingers to gently stroke one of her white fingers as she held on to the DVD. He happened to stroke the finger which had on her engagement ring and wedding band. As he touched the rings that symbolised her love and loyalty to her husband, he looked down at her and said "I am sure you and your husband will enjoy the show. Make sure you are here next Sunday as I will be back to collect the DVD...". He then let go and turned to leave, leaving Victoria standing there shaking with fear.

After a few seconds, when she realised that she was standing in the doorway half naked for all to see, she quickly closed the door and made her way back upstairs to her bedroom. The way Smith had touched and spoken to her had provoked in her a number of emotions. One of fear but the other more overwhelming one was one of desire, desire to be fucked by such a man. A man of power and a man who would not show any tenderness or love to such a horny bitch. Of course she was a happily married woman and would never be unfaithful. But if she did want to, he did say he would back next Sunday...

When she returned to her room, James was out of the shower and was drying himself off.

"Where have you been?"

"Just to get the DVD"

"Dressed like that?" 

"Well, the courier came when you were in the shower. I did not want to wait for you to get out and risk him leaving. Any way, enough talking, here you put this on and let's get ourselves ready."

Victoria handed over the DVD to James who was just standing in shock. What was happening to his wife? She was willing to answer the door to strangers dressed like a whore, this transformation was merely a result of watching some fairly tame black porn. What in God's name would happen to her if she got turned one by something more explicit? 

James looked down at what Victoria had just handed him. The DVD was in a plain black case with no writing on it. When he opened it, there was a label on the DVD with "Schoolgirl gets Gangbanged By Big Black Cock." James could not believe it, it was like that bastard Charles was in Victoria's head. He knew, from a few drunken nights with his wife, that she had a fantasy of being fucked whilst dressed like a schoolgirl. She was still only 21 and memories of being in school were, for her, still relatively fresh. And James was never man enough to get his wife to dress up, so her fantasy had largely gone unfulfilled. But now they were about to watch a schoolgirl get gangbanged by numerous black cocks. This was not good. This was not good at all.

He looked over at his wife to see if there was any way out of this dreadful predicament he had placed them in, but Victoria did not look like a woman who would be interested in stopping herself from going down the road of hardcore black porn. Indeed, she had already removed her shirt to display her little baby doll night dress. Her tits had spilled out, the baby doll was too flimsy to contain such large thrusting breasts and he had never seen her nipples so erect. She was climbing on to the bed and already had the big black dildo in one hand. When she got to the end of the bed, she leant black on the pillows and spread her legs as wide as possible, she was now ready to fuck herself with that giant black instrument. Clearly nothing, certainly not her husband, could prevent her from getting her fill of porn and dildo.

"What are you waiting for, darling? Put the DVD into the player and come join me." She said, patting the empty space next to her.

Despite James's better instincts, he put the DVD in, grabbed the remote and made his way over to his wife. As he did, he noticed that his six inch pecker was already hard. His wife noticed too. "Oh darling, are you finding this as much of a turn on as me? Oh honey, we are going to enjoy ourselves so much. There sit yourself down next to me, play with yourself as we watch, I promise you can fuck me afterwards. I hope you don't mind, but I want to try this out first..."

James would of course do what his wife said. This was the new state of things in their marriage. She was running matters in the bedroom. He looked over at his wife, she was sucking her dildo and playing with one of her tits. What a slut, he thought. But he rubbed his dick and hit play on the remote in response.

"Schoolgirl gets Gangbanged" immediately flashed up on the screen. Victoria moaned in response, sucked hard on the dildo and flicked one of her nipples. Her darkest hidden fantasy was about to be played out to her on TV...

The film began...

The first scene showed a beautiful girl walking towards the camera. She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit -- she had on a tight white blouse, which did nothing to hide her enormous 36DD tits, a school tie, a small pleated red and black check mini which barely covered her bottom, black stockings and 4 inch black high heels. Her heels meant that her arse was beautifully raised and her mini became even shorter than usual. Her face was beautiful, oval angelic shaped, she had wonderful baby blue eyes and her blonde hair was in two pigtails. Despite the size of her tits, her face looked every bit the eighteen year old she was playing since she had lovely full rosy cheeks. 

[Indeed the actress was in real life a eighteen year old schoolgirl and she will appear in later chapters when readers will learn how she becomes a teen whore for black cock] 

For a few moments she just walked towards the camera, thus allowing the audience to appreciate the teenagers wonderful body. As she walked, and her little mini skirt rose up her legs to reveal that she was also wearing black suspenders.

The young girl then walked over to a man who was sitting on the couch. He was a white man who looked to be in his mid to late 20s. She sat down next to him, crossed her legs to display her beautiful stocking clad legs, her skirt was too short and when she crossed her legs, her flesh and suspenders were clearly on display to the audience. She started to kiss him. 

After a few seconds they broke off their kiss. "Oh Kevin, I am so looking forward to finally getting married to you. I still can't believe my parents gave consent..."

"I know Jessica, I know. But we are all part of the same church and although I am your teacher at school, I always knew your parents would want you to marry someone who was part of our religious community".

They kissed again.

"Yes, darling, you are right. Although I am only eighteen I do feel as if I am ready to make a lifelong commitment and make official our love..."

Having said that, Kevin did something unexpected, he removed his 5 inch little white cock from his pants.

"Oh yes darling, and talking about our love, let's make love like we did the other night. I know we promised your parents we would wait until we were married, and we promised ourselves after we did it for the first time we would wait, but I don't think I can wait. I need you. Especially after you dressed all sexy, the way I like it...

"Oh darling yes, let us make love. It did hurt a little the last time, but your willy is so big, and strong. But I would like to give it another go".

Jessica then placed her little hand on Kevin's penis and gave it a gentle squeeze. Despite her hand being small, it still covered most of his dick. They then started to make out, ever go gently. After a while, Kevin's hands went to Jessica's blouse and slowly started to unbutton it.

"And Kevin, as a special treat for you, I have not worn a bra..."

"Oh darling..."

And in response, Kevin started to unbutton Jessica's blouse. The buttons seemed to burst open, so tight was her shirt and so big were her breasts. However, Kevin was only able to unbutton two buttons before the doorbell went, infuriatingly for him since he was just about to get to see her breasts, naked in all their glory.