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All are Pawns of the Mistress

By: gobula



With many thanks to Frank, from Go Bula! for ideas and the like.

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Mary Ann-Carter Woodward had been an adventurous youth. In high school she'd met her now husband, but his family did not approve of them. He married Claudette Ash-burn and they had a daughter Jade. Meanwhile Mary Ann-Carter had finished her degree in Realty and her masters in Law. She was set to take the board when Brent Woodward, her high school sweetheart and Claudette separated. As in high school, their romance was re ignited and with his parents great disapproval they had moved in together before his divorce was finalized. It was not the last thing that she would do to shame the rich and old family. 

They never cared for her, always considering her too low for their son. Unfortunately for them, she gave birth to Brent's first-born son, the heir to the great Woodward name. Though they demanded Brent get blood tests, it was obvious the child was his and Mary had never been the slightest hint of anything but a doting, faithful wife, despite how much they slandered and loathed her. 

She always tried to impress upon hers how much she loved their son, but never seemed to make way. By the time her son, David was in school she had given up all together. Jade who went by Jazz, shared her grandparents feelings towards Mary and never referred to her in anything short of condescending. At thirteen she was all attitude, and at times too much attitude for either parents to handle. Mary would go round and round with her, and the grandparents over the phone. 

At first her husband supported her without blemish, but the wars dragged on and he grew distant. The adventurous and fun spirit Mary had, as a youth, in college and before her marriage to Brent slipped away from her. The Mary Ann that looked back at her from the mirror of the mini- van was not the same she'd remembered of her youth. She was still very attractive. An overwhelming MILF so her co-workers called her, but something had died inside. 

Her short black hair, recently bleached blond, did not help her as the promised print on the box said it would. She did not feel "more alive than ever before". Twice a week she worked out at the fitness club, she ate right and dressed appropriately but inside she knew she wasn't herself anymore. 

"I am nearly forty..." She confided to her friend on her cell, pulling around the drop off circle at the school. "But I feel like I have been dead for years." 

"Awe, don't say that Mary, we'll go out this weekend, or something." 

She agreed and hung up, pulling next to the curb. It began to rain, just like the weather report swore it wouldn't and she got soaked helping David out. A teacher's aid took his hand at the door and asked her if she wanted to come in and dry off but she politely refused, "Have to go to work." she said.

"Another time." the man said. 

Was he hitting on her? She gave him a look in the pelting rain before jumping back into the car. A cute guy, like an actor form television. But she would never go out with a Black guy... what was she thinking? She was married first, and about twice the man's age! She shook her head and pulled back into traffic, "Oh Mary you are a shameful woman." she scolded herself, "Everything the Woodward's say about you is true!" she laughed at herself. 

Later, still aroused by the man's request for her company, however, she began to rub her husband's shoulders. Brent gruff-ed: "Not tonight honey I have an important meeting tomorrow." 

"That is supposed to be my line." She remarked, sitting up at the edge of the bed, feeling hopeless and lost. 

"We have children, I work all the time to put food in their mouths and clothes on their backs." 

"Here we go... I'll go pack for the guilt trip."

"Don't be a smart ass, I am tired. Can't a man be tired once in a while?" he sighed and rolled over, besides you're always horny..."

She frowned: "You used to like that about me..."

"I still do, just not tonight." 

She wasn't going to push it or mention the fact that "Tonight" had been every night for the past year. His comments made her feel dirty, like there was something wrong with her. Was there? 

Restless, Mary waited in bed for Brent to fall asleep. When she heard his purring slumber, she began to rub herself through the silk panties. Before she had fantasized about them on his boat or up in the cabins or on the beach. She would rub her clitoris softly, licking her fingers and moaning in sweet memory, herself to sleep. But this time was different. She remembered the rain splashing on her face and her shirt, wetting her braw and breasts, she remembered traffic and thought of the school, the man who offered her coffee. The Black man. Her finger slipped into her hot cunt and she came, a flood rushing over her. Tingly warmth and then still numbness. Sweet numbness, and sweet surrender. Her body was tight and then relaxed. She had frozen not to disturb the tranquil Brent beside her. Slipping her finger out, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it, slipping it between her lips she sucked her juices from it, pretending it was the man's fingers. They would be thick, rough, Black. She trembled. Would she cum again? This was crazy. She rubbed her clitoris with her other hand, slipping it between the soaked panties and her groomed mound. She came instantly, with only slight play, her stomach muscles tensed and her she barely caught the yelp from escaping. She sighed and turned over, licking the other hand clean now. After a long pause, when she was sure Brent was still sleeping, she slipped her hands back down between her legs. 

Mary didn't get much rest that night, but her dreams were erotic and in the morning Mary decided she would find out if the young man was hitting on her or not. 

In the morning, She made coffee, eggs and toast for Brent. She assisted the Nanny with David's clothes and informed Jade several times what time it was and that she would be late. To which the young girl responded in Latin: "Your face doesn't sleep with you!" However, being a college grad herself, and having to enjoyed her Latin classes equally, Mary quipped back, also in Latin: "Little potato!" and then in English. "Martial was a poor play write and it shows lack of character to quote him, and a lack of depth as well." 

More than a little relieved from wining the first round so easily, Mary retreated to the kitchen ready for more to come later. Brent informed her that Jade had just text him from the upstairs and that her friends were picking her up for school and that she (Mary) wouldn't need to wait on her. 

"I am sure she used more adjectives than that to refer to me." Mary said warming Brent's coffee to the rim. 

"Nah." Brent folded the news paper, "She must have been putting on her make up and didn't have time, or extra use of her thumb." 

Mary took her cup of orange juice from the counter top, straitening David's shirt when he re-entered the kitchen, having spilled cereal on the other shirt. "You're off to an early start little man." Mary said to his back. David always made her smile. The sight of Jade heading out the front door made her frown. She followed her through the window to the silver BMW, it belonged to Jade's mother, Claudette. "Friends from school my ass." she muttered. Jade and her mother Claudette were always together. Mary understood that having a relationship with a parent and child were important, but there's was more a relationship of spite, anything to make life for Mary and Brent difficult. 

"He is so funny no?" said the Nanny, Marcia, behind him. His backpack, she placed on the counter seemed almost as big as he was. 

"You don't have anything in there you are not supposed to, do you?" Mary asked, trying to think of anything else besides Claudette and her continual meddling. 

"No mommy." David shook his head and focused on the task of emptying his bowl without further incident. 

Mary had resolved herself to the conclusion that if the Black man greeted her, that she would pursue a relation with him. That hopefully it would be a wonderful fling that might bring some excitement into her life. But, Mary was nervous, she had never considered the slightest possibility of committing adultery, much less even, being with a Black man. But here she was hoping to see if the same man was there to greet her, like yesterday. No such luck. There was relief actually, now she wouldn't have to go through with it- and she wouldn't have to think of herself as a coward for not doing it either. That was of course to assume that the man would want anything to do with her. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling around David's drop off turn in front of the school. She was pretty, she thought. Shrugging she came to a halt then got out and walked around to David's side, helping the little man out. Bag in hand he pecked her cheek and trotted off. She watched him go, then got in her van and drove to work.  

She had been working for a realty firm until she passed the board and now that she had, was looking for a new job. She sent her resume to monster and other inter net sights, hoping no one from the Limited Liability Corporation would find out about her effort. They were always quick to fire people and though her sales had been top before, everything seemed in a slump lately. 

It wasn't long before Mary found herself wondering and wandering in the Internet. She GOOGLED "Large Black Dick" and was rewarded with a plethora of sights to choose from. She selected Images then, when the screen filled with them. Slid her hand under her desk. She couldn't believe how horny she was. All around her, she heard the typing of her co-workers. She listened to them on the phones and chatting about things. And there she was, looking at porn... she came to her senses and clicked off the sites. 

Her day was pretty much clear until two when she had an appointment to show a house out in the valley. She drove there at one after a meager lunch at the corner coffee shop, and readied the house for a showing. The couple was late, as usual and when a car pulled into the drive way it was almost three. "Sorry!" the Black middle aged man said, coming around the sidewalk and greeting her by the door. 

Mary decided not to be mad when he took her hand in greeting. It was a massive hand and a firm but gentle shake. "Not at all Taylor James. Come in." She backed into the door and held it open for him. 

"I was waiting for my partner, but I don't think she's coming... call me TJ" he said. 

"What a shame." she smiled and taking his hand gently, "May I show you the house TJ?" she noticed that he was agreeable and was sure that she had made a positive impression on him, but could she? Would she? She didn't even know the man... he would think that she was trying to use sex to sell the house... that still wouldn't be bad, at least she would have a sale right? 

The tour ended in the bedroom. Along the way they had shared coy responses with each other, "The shower is big enough for two?" he asked, "Depends how BIG you are TJ." She smiled back. 

In the bedroom, it was the end game, Mary turned and faced him squarely in the eyes: "What do you think?"

"I like... I like it very much." he said coming up to her. Standing over her, looking down into her eyes. 

"What will you're wife think?" she asked, not looking away. 

"Oh she's not my wife... more of a partner." He shrugged, "Besides, she'd does what she does, and I do what I do." he took her in his arms and pressed his large lips against hers. 

The smell of his cologne overcame her. Mary parted her lips and admitted his tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue sought his out as they embraced. She rubbed against his body with her own and felt it's response. Warm and tingly, she wanted him. She wanted to feel alive and to be ravished, by a Black man, all the better. It would be like a dagger into the heart of her husband, who had ignored her want and need. Hers would surely die of the humiliation- and what of her own? She stepped back from him, removing her blouse and skirt. She had dressed in black panties and bra from Victoria Secret, in hopes to seduce the man from school, and the effect was what she hoped on this man as well.

"Oh damn!" he quickly undid his pants, leaving his shirt on and took her to the bed. Removing her bra in a frenzy and taking her nipples into his mouth one at a time. Pushing her white breasts together with his large Black hands. 

Mary moaned and wrapped her legs around him. They dry humped, kissed and fondled on the bed. Savoring each others forms, the contrast of their skin."You are so big!" she said, rubbing his chest under his shirt. 

"Wait till you see this." he said kissing her neck and taking her hand to his crotch. "Take hold baby." 

Her hand dug into his underwear and fetched the thick, meaty member from it's resting place. The heavy balls followed. "Oh my God!" she gasped and kissed him, open mouthed, "It's huge!" she rolled him onto his back and slid down, gripping his large Black cock with both her hands. The head was sheathed in his uncircumcised hood. Mary pulled the lint from it and sucked the head into her mouth. She decided that she would not think about it, or regret it, but just do it. Slowly the member stiffened, making it more and more difficult for her to manage with her small mouth, but she fit what she could inside, bobbing up and down and licked and nibbled at the rest, jerking it softly with her hands. Her saliva and his soft Black shiny skin made squishy noises as her hands moved up and down the firm shaft. 

"Oh baby you feel so good!" TJ held her head in place by her hair and watched as her soft white face and puffy lips covered his Black flesh with kisses. "Oh shit you are hot baby!" his hips gyrated up, meeting her face with thrusts. "Oh yes!" he groaned. "Oh Yes!" 

"Mm!" she replied, sucking his dick as far into her mouth and throat as she could. "Mm!" 

"Oh baby yes!" TJ gripped her head, not letting her move away and thrust himself up into her. A sudden, surprising, blast of hot cum shot into her throat. Mary didn't have time to get ready, and she had no warning about the amount of cum that would flow. The blast of hot semen gagged her, choked her and made her jerk her head free of his hands. She pulled off of him as another load shot out of his dick. It caught her eyes, her nose and streamed her cheek to her neck and ear then splattered on the bed coverings too. "Oh no!" she gasped, grasping the black snake like a fire hose and stuffing it back into her mouth. She choked down what she could, coughing, gagging, and gulping. She couldn't let the bed get stained with semen, the owners might find out what had happened. She could get fired, and would be ruined. She swallowed the semen, blast after long hard blast. Some of it backfilled up into her nose and blocked her from breathing. She had to open her mouth, but then hot cum poured out between her lips. She caught some with her hands and continued to swallow. Mary could have prepared for the amount of cum that filled her mouth and throat with each successive blast. "Ah! Yes! Ah! Yes! Ah! Oh! AH!" the man gyrated and shot more hot cum into her mouth than she had ever had in her life, collectively. 

Mary gulped, and swallowed all that she could trying to keep up with the over flow. She could taste it, smell it and feel the hot blast filling her stomach. Like a warm vanilla shake. She choked on it. Her eyes watered and some rolled out of her nose. Her jaw ached. 

TJ released the tight hold he had on her head and fell back into the bed, gasping. His dick, throbbing began to soften up. 

Freed, She pulled her head off and gasped for air, but then quickly returned to his cock, cleaning it up and licking the cum up from his thigh catching it before it ran off the side to the comforter. She also sucked up the cum form the comforter, the owners would freak! she thought. 

"Oh you like it don't you girl?" he gasped. "Woo you are a freak!" 

When she finally swallowed all that she could, she nodded, "I love it." she gripped TJ's dick again and rubbed it gently. "But what will um... your woman think?" she asked coyly. 

"I think she'll take the house." he sighed, looking around the room, "Definitely." 

TJ didn't kiss her again. For obvious reasons. She could taste his cum, still, when she was driving back after cleaning up the place and her face the best she could. Her hair had a dried clump in it and her make up was a mess- that she could fix. But she didn't have any mouthwash or a toothbrush to get the Black man's cum from her breath. Instead, she drank a diet coke and drove, quickly, to her sons school. 

"Oh my GOD!" she checked the time. "I am so frig-gin' late!" she called the school with a lie that she had been in an accident and was in route, they said that David was noticeably worried, but she would be able to find him in the teachers lounge, that one of the aids was watching him and since this had never happened before, she wasn't in any trouble. 

Then she called work and told her boss that she made the sale and that she would be by in the morning with the papers. He was all happy, the house was a difficult one to sell because of it's particular design and it's abhorrent local. 

That out of the way she put her phone down and thought about what she had just done. She never would have believed she was capable of such a thing. To screw around on her husband. She knew that it would never be the same between them now. Though she felt, as many women do, that a blow job doesn't constitute adultery, because you don't have to get naked and the president SAID it wasn't sex... she knew that Brent would not be very pleased. To him oral sex was more intimate than any other form because it involves the mouths, which are used for kissing and saying 'I love you.' Mary shook her head. "There are two ways you can go forward Mary, with shame... or live." she stepped on the gas, checking the time again, "Fuck sake!" 

At the school, the lights were out and it was dark. She parked at the half circle pick up and tried the double doors. They were locked. She came around to the side but those doors were locked as well. It wasn't until she found the side doors to the offices, and she remembered what they said about David being in the teacher's lounge, that she found entry. The halls were all dark and her heels made an echo. "Hello?" she called out. 

"Hi" 

Mary jumped with a start and turned around to find the young Black man who had helped her in the rain. "Oh my GOD!" her hand went to her chest. "Hi" she gasped, "You scared me." 

"Sorry... Al Gore day, you know how it is... conserving power though at this time, most of the lights are on a timer any how." He turned away, "I was getting a coffee."

"David?" 

"He is in the play room." 

Mary adjusted her hair, when she found the dried clump, she tucked it behind her ear, nervously, "Um... did you call my husband or leave a message at home or anything?"

"Was going to, but then you called, Cream?" he asked pouring a cup from the stand set up in the hall. 

"No thanks, I don't drink... coffee." she said. Her heart was still racing. 

The man stirred his and walked with her back to the play room. As he said, there David was sprawled out on the floor with his books and some toys, he looked bored. A television played cartoons behind him. It was a room for the younger children but, "It works well to hold the kids until their parents arrive." 

"I really appreciate it."

"How much." he smiled at her. 

"What is that?" she asked smiling, "Are you hitting on me?" 

"I am." his smile broadened. 

"Do you even know how old I am?"

"Does it matter? I find you very attractive, very beautiful." he put his coffee down and leaned on her, "Very hot." 


All are Pawns of the Mistress Ch. 02



Jazz pushed back from the wall impaling herself further on the long dark cock ramming her ass. Her body quivered. She was sweaty and trembling, never before had she dreamed of anything so massive entering her little ass. She felt herself being torn in two by the girth of the black meat monster. She moaned: "Oh yes fuck me with your black cock! FUCK ME!" 

Rewarded with vigorously renewed piston action from behind, she grunted: "Harder!" 

She felt his heavy black balls which were a deep purple now, slapping against her virgin pussy. Her lips swelled as his manhood whacked the hell out of her 'man in the boat'. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) Her nails dug into the wall over the bed, the creaking of the floorboards, the pounding of the headboard, the springs coiled, the lovers gasped. 

Black fingers squeezed white skin, her soft round firm ass pressed back, pulling away, pulled back, slapped. She felt the large dick suddenly pull out of her anus. The absence left a void where cool air filled into her hot cavity. 

Jazz yelped and hot cum showered her backside, blasting out of the long black dick in three hot streams, catching her ass, back and face when she turned to see what had happened. She twisted around on her parents bed and took the stink snake into her mouth, sucking her own ass off of it. Licking the head first,, the balls the sides the belly, clawing her white fingers into the black man's butt cheeks, pulling him into her face and forcing his long thick member down her throat. She moaned with it buried in her. 

"OH SHIT GIRL YEAH!" the man took hold of her platinum blond hair and forced her face into him, burring her nose in his oily black pubes. "FUCK YES!" 

The more cum that came, the more she moaned, massaging his dick with her tongue, sucking all he gave down into her belly. It was noisy, messy and the room reeked of sex. (SLURP! GULP! SLURP! SMACK! GULP!) 

When she had drained him completely, the next two black men climbed into her parents bed, and on her. One stroking her head towards his manhood, the other already hard, shoved himself directly into her ass, by now there was little resistance and his 9" dick slipped right up, deep inside. His balls rested on her sphincter. 

She jerked the first dick while sucking on it, messaging his balls and licking the man's taint. "You going to fuck me hard?" she cooed, her soft white fingers sliding up and down the length of his black glistening dick. Her large blue-green eyes, now gray and hungry for more. 

"Hell yeah bitch!" 

The men were not romantics, and didn't bother with the preliminaries. Once she sucked the dick to a full 10" erection. He joined the other fucking her ass. One man she straddled on the bed, with his long dick up into her, which she rough rode on top, grinding her ass deep down on to him and off again, her ass muscled squeezing him and when she came off a popping sound, the other man crouched behind her and at the opportune moment shoved his dick in her ass too. Carefully now she took both dicks in her small tight white ass. 

Her body felt aflame. The two dick's piston assault on her small cavity left her helpless, she grappled for the wall, the headboard her father's pillows. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, accompanied by the men's grunts, other men's laughter, and further down the streaming line of black men, discussion about what they were going to do to her when it was their turn. Some men stroked themselves, other's left the duty to her, the room was filled with them, naked black men of all shapes and sizes. They drank her father's beer and stripped next to the bed, climbed on each in turn two to three at a time. She sucked them and fucked them with her ass, saving her virginity as best she could, she took two dicks in the mouth, two in the ass and jerked off still others. It was an endless line that left her and the bed drenched in sweat and soaked with cum, spit and a little piss. 

The musky odor wafted down the hall, and filled the house, arousing other black men that had gathered in the kitchen and living room, now more cars pulled into the driveway. The BOOM! BOOM! of their stereos drowned out the laughter and cries of passion from the master bedroom. But it was still early, text messaging and photos sent by cell phone promised new arrivals by the hour and there was a long, long night ahead of her. 

Jazz swallowed so much cum that her flight tight athletic belly formed a little pouch. Her ass was so loose that if only one man was fucking it, it whistled. Cum soaked her blond hair and crust formed on her back, shoulders, small tits and face and neck and arms and legs. She was showered in black men's cum and spit. 

Her hands tore at the headboard and she buried her sweaty face into her father's pillow: "YEAH FUCK ME YEAH!" 

Without mercy the two men took her ass, fucking her fiercely on her parents bed. JIZZ sprayed up into her, pouring out and down her thighs to puddle on the bed. The two climbed off slapping and squeezing her ass for one more time, and three climbed on. 

Jazz was caked in cum, it ran up into her pussy and gathered there, had her hymen been broken she would have surely been impregnated. Her hands slipped around the SPERMY mess rubbing her TWAT and carefully probing her own depths with each consecutive orgasm. 

The other men came and went, each unlading their goo in her ass or on her back. After hours of countless fucking. The house was quite, sore, cum covered and humiliated. Jazz cleaned up the mess that the men had left. It was then that she realized just how many people had been their, how many men in the train, how many black guys she had fucked. 

Embittered, ashamed, she wept as she cleaned up- if her parents or her friends discovered what a whore she was her life would be over. 

Jazz was a very popular girl at school. Though she was 18, and still in high school it was not her fault- that was due to her parents ugly divorce and her step mother's terrible reputation, her father had to move after he step mother had been found out as a whore. It was her step mother's open sexuality that had driven Jazz to the comfort and solidarity found in her White Power friends, they were consistent. Hate and superiority- it was comfortable for her. She was very pretty and very smart and became a valuable asset to her friend's groups for propaganda and such, and they had always kept her grounded, now what would they think of her? She betrayed EVERYTHING they stood for. 

When her parents returned from the movies, they found the house in order, nothing amiss. She was very good at covering her tracks. 

The next day in school, she avoided her friends, fearful that the shame would be apparent. She avoided the blacks too for fear that they would all suddenly know she was a Black Cock whore. Now she understood why her father had to move from town to town as her step mother's history became known- such a slut, she hated her. "Am I like her now?" she didn't want to think about it. The day passed slowly but at last she was home and in the comfort and safety of her room. She hoped and wished it would all just pass away and be forgotten. She could return to her life of bitterness and hate, and all would be right with the world. 

Derek returned that night, to her window. He knocked on it twice and she let him in. "I was getting ready for bed..." she stammered backing away, sudden confirmation of what she had done the night before, a glaring shock on her face.

"You didn't think you'd see me again did you?" he wiped his jaw and licked his lips, climbing in as she stepped away, giving him room. "Horny little white rich bitch thinks she can play in the dark, and not get bit." 

"I don't know what you mean." suddenly cold, she rubbed her arms and closed the window. 

Derek locked the door and turned on her stereo, "Yeah, this beet is bumping girl." 

"What do you want...?"

"Derek..." he answered her questioning eyes, "That is my name, bet you cant name half the men who fucked your ass the other night."

"Hush, keep it down." 

"You better turn it up." he thumbed the radio and pulled a condom out of his pocket, "We going to make some noise." 

Jazz eased back on to her bed, her arms and legs wrapped around Derek, who climbed in on top of her. His naked body shining in the bedroom light. Too late she noticed the bedroom window was opened: "Oh my God! Everyone can see your ass cheeks Derek!" she gasped in horror. 

"Yeah, and they'll know what I am doing to your little white ass too!" he shut her up with his mouth which was much larger than hers, and forced his tongue inside. His large black lips engulfing her.She moaned and protested with her small white hands pushing on his large black hairy chest, but he ignored it and parted her thighs further by shoving his erect manhood into her warm virgin sex pot. "OH GOD IT BURNS!" she cried, biting his neck. 

"DAMN!" he answered her cry with a thrust, and another, until she popped and his whole 9 inches slid up through the bloody hole, to his balls. 

Jazz wept, squeezing Derek tight. 

Derek pounded away on her bed. "I am going to hump you bitch until I cum all up inside of your pussy- got that?" his sweaty back could be seen from the lawn out front, as well as her white legs wrapped around it. Her arms grasped for the air , for the wall and then embraced his neck, pulling him closer and answering his thrust with her own. The pain was excruciating, but she bit down on it and took what he gave. Thrust for thrust, groan for groan, hump for hump. 

"OH GODDAMN!" he came, and came and came.

Her muscles constricted uncontrollably, locking his dick up inside her deep, more cum shot out and flooded her virginal cavity, a virgin no more. 

"Oh bitch! You so tight!" he pushed down on her soft white belly: "I can feel my cum shooting out of my dick in you ha! ha! Oh bitch you is going to be so pregnant!"

Jazz didn't understand a word he was saying. The room spun around and round. Images of her Nazi Heroes laughing at her... her skin head friends stoning her. She had betrayed them, she had betrayed her kind. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She had not only been butt fucked by black men, now she gave her virginity to one as well. Her small hand fell to her stomach, she imagined his black seed swimming around, looking for little white eggs to ruin. His large black hands gripped hers, fingers interlocking. He molested her small breasts with his large flabby wet lips then her neck and then her mouth, again, they kissed tongues entwined. 

The repulsion excited her. Her sore, used pussy gripped his spent penis. A tingling sensation filled them both. His dark meat twitched then came to life. "OH BITCH WANTS MORE HU?" 

Derek resumed thrusting, before long spilling more seed into her, and again as the music inspired him. Hateful music, skin head white power thrash metal that made him hate her and want to fill her with black babies so ruining the life that she knew, he slapped her ass, turned her around, doggy style and slipped his flaccid dick into her abused, previously stretched out ass-hole. It plopped in. The heat from the anus and her weak pleas aroused him, before long Derek was piston fucking Jazz' ass, ferociously, without mercy, squeezing her cheeks and plowing his manhood in and out of her hot suck pot until for the last and final time, he came. But he gripped the base of his dick and held back the flood, pulling out of her ass and grabbing her hair, pulling her face to his dirty dick: "Suck it bitch! Suck me clean you fucking whore!" 

"Mm!" (GULP! SLURP! GULP!) "Mm!" her only reply. His dick forcibly blocking any protest. It spasm deep in her throat and spilled his seed down into her belly. 

Jazz sucked and licked her ass off of him, sucked his balls, and fell back on her bed, licking her fingers- not believing that anything like this could have ever happened to her. Sweating, out of breath, they lay in each other's arms for a moment, but only a moment. "I going to go now bitch."

Derek rose from her, cold air swept over her in the absence of his hot body, and sweat. 

Jazz shivered, hugged herself and sat up. In a daze she collected her clothes and cleaned up. Her stepmother was knocking at the door telling her it was past ten and for her to turn down the racist noise. "Fuck you." Jazz replied, but complied and slipping on a clean pair of panties, went to the bathroom, showered, brushed her teeth, flossed, gargled, combed her wet platinum blond hair, wrapped a towel around herself and returned to her room. 

To her shock, the window that Derek had slipped out of and she had closed and locked, was opened again, and several large black men were in her room. Two she recognized from the night before. "What the?"

"We're here to take care of business." Said one locking the door behind her. 

"I understand you is still a virgin?" another said removing her towel. 

"NO-not anymore, Derek had me." she said flatly, "You're too late."

They laughed, "We don't mean a pussy virgin! You dumb bitch."

Music was turned up to a moderate level, "Hush now girl or your folks will come in and see what we are going to do to you." 

"Yeah- they won't look at you the same after for sure." 

"None of this stuff is welcome." Jazz countered grabbing back at her towel. The man held it high and when she reached for it two of them grabbed her, one removed her panties and the other pushed her down to her knees. 

Her racist music, "Stand" from Prussian Blue started. "Oh this is going to be some good shit!" 

"Let me go!" Jazz tried to shrug off the men's gripping hands, but they were too strong and really, deep down, she didn't want to be free of them. Inside she wanted to be used and abused by all of them, she knew that was the only way she would find satisfaction tonight. But her pussy hurt, she had just lost her virginity, could she handle all of them- or even one?

Her whole life, as far as she can remember she had hated blacks. She listened to racist music, had racist friends, read racist propaganda- wrote racist poetry, but all that changed less than a week ago. She couldn't believe how sudden her life had turned around. (SLAP!) and she couldn't believe that one of the men had just slapped her. A Black man! Who the hell did that monkey think he was? Then she remembered, she was going to have sex with these monkeys or do whatever it was they wanted, THAT was going to satisfy her. 

She brought her mind to the now, the immediate moment. Around her the men pulled out their long black dicks and were stroking themselves. They touched her shoulders and pulled her hair: "You is one hell of a fine bitch!" 

The tallest one, who had teased her with the towel stepped in front of her, "Suck on this bitch!" he shoved his almost stiff dick into her face. HE had been spitting on it and stroking himself, his spit smeared her face and her hair stuck to it. "Suck it you fucking white whore!" 

She parted her lips and took the large member into her warm waiting mouth. Herr soft tongue stroked it, her hands gripped his heavy balls and she piston sucked along the growing length of his massive Black erection. (SMACK

"OH YES!" he grunted. 

"HA! HA! HA! The whore's got a mouthful now!" 

"NOT yet... AAAAAAHHHHHH!" without delay the tall Black man shot his seed deep into her throat. "NOW DATS a mouthful!" (GULP! "MMM" SLURP! GULP!)

He pulled back as she began to swallow him and jerked off in her face, covering her with cum. Three hot steamy loads shot into her eyes, on her neck up her nose and on her tongue when he commanded her to open her mouth: "OPEN it bitch and keep my cum in it, we're going to see how much cum you can keep in your mouth without swallowing it, choking on it or passing out!" 

"Yeah when we said virgin, we meant BUKAKE virgin bitch!" another man shoved his dick into her face, smearing spit and semen around before shoving it into her mouth, "I think you can suck me off too, since you know the rules now, and this time don't swallow it bitch!" 

The second man took longer to cum. He made her suck his balls and lick his brown anus. "Yeah how is that you Arian whore, sucking on a black man's SHITTER! Ha! Ha! Ha! if your skin head friends could only see you now ha!" 

His cruel words cut her deep, but they aroused her at the same time. She gripped his black hairy ass and drove her tongue up into him tasting his guts, sucking his ass and licking his anus. She returned to his balls filled with shame and then his long fully erect, thick and lumpy dick. She sucked him and sucked him and jerked him and sucked him, (SLURP! SMACK! SLURP! GULP! SLURP!) "Mm" she vibrated his dick with her humming and then he pulled her head back, pumped himself twice and shot his load into her face, eyes and hair. The last few streaks shot across her open mouth laying thick white lines across her waiting tongue. 

In order to collect more cum she didn't really suck the other men so much as lick them and humiliate her face with their dicks, balls, and asses, while jerking them off into her mouth. One after the other and then two at a time as the men repeatedly came on her and in her. Her face, neck, hair and breasts were soaked, caked in lumpy drying crusty cum. 

The men gathered around her on the floor, stroking themselves and dropping their last wads on her, or spitting on her if they couldn't. Unknown to her, as the night before, and the night before that pictures were being taken with their cell phones and from the window. Later when they were finished with her they would have leverage, but for now they spit on her and in her mouth and she gargled their cum, naked on the floor, on her knees. "You like it don't you? You fucking filthy whore!" 

(GARGLE GARGLE GARGLE!) "Mm" Jazz massaged her cum covered breasts, small stiff, erect slipper cum covered nipples. Her hair soaked, caked with cum fell in her face. 

"Alright, swallow it all now bitch and show us your empty mouth!" 

(GULP!) it took three strong swallows to get all there semen and spit down (GULP! GULP!) "Ah!" her lips smacked together and she flashed her empty tongue at them. 

"Did you like it whore?" 

"I loved it!" (LICK) she flicked her tongue over her lips: "Fill me up boys, anytime!" her body was covered in goose bumps she couldn't believe the thrill she derived from the humiliation.

She did not know when they left, or when she had fallen asleep. But Jazz awoke in her bed with only her panties on and the sensation that she was not alone. She felt for the light but her arm and body ached on the side and she couldn't reach it. "Who's there?" she asked, her body covered in dried cum, crispy like a donut under cool sheets. Naked and firm- she tensed, awaiting the reply. Her jaw was still sore from the oral abuse and she wiped the cum crust from her eyes. "Who is there?" repeating the question with a tremble, a shiver down her youthful, playfully firm spine. 

"It's me... princess." her father said. "You're no princess though, not any more. I saw what you were doing, I saw when I was taking out the trash, just like your mother!" he stooped over the bed gripping her arms. "You're a Black man's fuck slut aren't you?" he shook her in the darkness, "I saw EVERYTHING from the yard, who knows who else saw hmm?" 

"You're hurting me!" she pleaded.

"Good!" he squeezed harder; "You deserve it, whore just like your mother and your stepmother fucking black men fuck sluts that's what you all are!" 

"NO DADDY!" she yelped as he climbed on to the bed, on top of her. 

His body heavy, oppressing her, squeezing her tight. His breath on her skin, "Covered in their cum!" he licked her neck, "UNGH!" 

"STOP DADDY NO!"

"Whore! Fuck slut, mud shark!" he licked her neck again and pressed his lips against her mouth when she protested, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. 




All are Pawns of the Mistress Ch. 02



Breaking free, she gasped: "NO DADDY DON'T!" 

"Shut up!" he shook her in the dark. "You lost your rights when you took in that Black cock, now your nothing but a white trash mud shark!" 

"FUCK YOU!" pissed off at being called the terrible things that she had called other people, she turned on him, pulling him near her, "You hate me do you? You loath your daughter and what I am?" she squeezed her legs around his back pulling him to her sex pot, grinding herself up at his growing lump, "My swollen, beaten pussy? Filled with black semen? My crusty panties, my hair my skin covered with it? You want it don't you, you want me ha?" 

"Shut the fuck up!" her father pushed her back, down on the bed. Frantically turning her around and yanking down her panties. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock into her pussy from behind. "Shut up you fucking whore! Shut up!" 

"NO DADDY!" Jazz yelped as her father's dick jammed into her. "No! AAAH!"

He pushed into his daughter's pussy. It had been abused and stretched by Derek, and had swollen shut from it, but he pressed painfully on and in using his hand to keep his dick hard and strait. (POP!) it slipped up and in riding smoothly on her puffed pussy lips. "AAAH take that you fucking whore!" 

"NO DADDY NO! NO! NO! AHHH! Yes! Uh! Ah!" she reached back at her father, pulling his butt cheeks towards her's so that his balls slapped her man in the boat, his dick was buried deep. She flexed and squirmed, it was painful, sore and pleasing, "YES!" 

"Fuck whore!" he grunted shoving his dick forward. 

"Yes daddy yes uh yes fuck my little naughty pussy! Fuck me! Fuck it yes!" (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) "Yes! Uh! Yes! Uh!" 

"Uh!" he pulled his daughter's hair pulling her back on him, and ramming her with his dick, "I'm riding you like the bitch you are, slut, whore!" 

"Yes! I am your slut Daddy!" (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) his thighs on her buttocks, his balls on her hood, his dick deep in her pussy. Juices flowed. She squeezed her nipples, twisting them, pinching them, gasping. The bed shook, her little tight body flexed and tingled. 

"OH! Ooh! OH! Ooh!" (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) her father grunted and came, filling her pussy cavity with his hot seed. 

His hot cum brought her to orgasm, her tight little body spasm. "OH FUCK ME YES! YES! YES!" she collapsed beneath her father's weight, Both breathing heavy. 

"Oh shit!" realization of what he had done: "Oh fuck sake!" he pushed up off his daughter's back. His dick popped out, drizzling her juices and his on her thigh. 

"Don't leave Daddy!" Jazz twisted around grabbing at him as he pulled away. 

"NO! No! NO!" he shook her off and stood, ashamed. Scooping up his clothes he left the room, closing the door and leaving her, out of breath in the darkness. 

Early in the morning, before she had gotten up for school, her stepmother woke her. "Jazz..." she scooted on the bed next to her and put an arm across the young girls chest. "Jazz, wake up." she fretted. 

"What the hell do you want?" Jazz asked, instinctively covering her mouth. Begrudgingly, groggily, waking. Her whole body was sore. 

"I know what you and your father did last night."

"Fuck off." she pulled the pillow up and tried to roll away but Mary wouldn't let her, she held on to her and pulled the little woman closer. "Don't get pissy with me... It is on the web- someone saw, there is a camera in this room- come on." 

Jazz forced herself out of bed and followed her to the master bedroom, there Mary's computer was on and she clicked the in box. "Someone saw and recorded it and sent it to me here, they have instructions for us."

"For us?" suddenly alert, Jazz pushed her stepmother's hand away and scrolled down to the sent part of the document but it was only a pseudo-id from YAHOO. "FUCK!" 

"There are other messages, too- yesterday and last night, but I haven't seen them yet... this one was flagged so I..."

Jazz quickly selected and deleted all messages and deleted the trash been as well, her heart was racing. If her stepmother saw that she too was fucking Blacks, then she couldn't call her a whore mud shark and traitor any more. Jazz's world was crashing. 

"Did they have any demands?" 

"One..."

"What is it?"

"You won't like it."

"Tell me..."

"We are to make love... I am to eat your pussy..."

"Fuck you, fuck that, and fuck them!"

"Or they'll send out the VIDS to all the web-sites they can with your REAL name and address, they'll be no denying what you've done." 

"Why are you involved in this?" 

"Who knows these perverts agenda..."

"I am NOT going to do it, I don't care!" Jazz pushed off the keypad and turned to go.

"Don't you?" Mary took her shoulder, "Your father? Your family? Your friends?" 

Jazz's eyes watered with rage. "But I hate you Mary, I do, I hate you so much!" she shook.

Mary took her in her arms, the small girls' body trembling. "Hush now... it will be alright, you and I, we've both done worse, come lets get this over so we can get on with the day and see where it goes..." Mary took her stepdaughter by the hand back to her bed. 

"But I... I am not ready... I haven't brushed my teeth..." 

"I smoke..." Mary gently laid her in the bed and peeled back her partly sticky and partly dry panties. Her cum covered skin, crispy yet soft. She ran a tender hand over the young smooth 18 year old's body and brought her mouth to her navel, sucking licking and kissing softly twirling her tongue about. Causing the young girl to squirm. 

"Relax now" Mary ventured down into her stepdaughter's sex pot. It had been virgin territory only two days before but since then had seen much abuse, first with buckets of cum and then penetrated and fucked by a large 10 inch Black dick, and her father's too. 

On her back Jazz stared up the window at her Saga poster which hung next to the Donovan and Beckham posters. There was also a wall hanging of Prussian Blue, Ian Stewart and Adolf Hitler. News paper clippings covered the spaces in between the walls, depicting clan, Nazi or skin head rallies. When she was 16 she had painted the 14 words on her ceiling. Her slut step mother had painted over them but the dark letters still showed through. Jazz read them, siding her hand down near Mary's face, afraid to come between her step-mom's tongue and her own pussy. She lipped the words: "We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children!" she licked her lips. The second slogan, written beneath the other as a reply, it too bled through the pale attempt at a paint over from her stepmother, "Because the beauty of the White Aryan woman must not perish from the earth!"

(SQUISH) her finger slipped into her hot wet pussy, teased and juicy from Mary's busy tongue. She recoiled her hand, but Mary gripped to and quickly guided it to the mark, sliding up between the folds of her soft smooth skin. "OH! AHH!" she gasped. 

Before she would have imagined being ravished by the SS troops of the 3rd Reich, how young women were forced to have their babies. "Oh! YES!" she cooed. Uniforms would flash before her eyes, the sound of marching filled her ears, but now she remembered all the Black men she had fucked. The line of them that ran through the house, the hours of train, the BUKAKE cum bath, the gargling of semen, the fear of pregnancy. "One after another! Mm!" she bit her lip, "CUM in me CUM!" She gripped the headboard and pushed herself down on Mary's anticipating tongue, thrusting her hips mechanically, "YES! Ooh AH Shit!" gasping, reeling, the world swam around her. The posters of her room became a blurred color which faded into the light. 

She had been spit on, came in cum on and slapped around for the last few days, now she opened like a flower before the woman she hated. Her mortal enemy. Sensations raked her body. She felt aflame. Gripping her nipples she arched her back. Her stepmother was sucking her father's sperm out of her pussy. She wrapped her mind around the thought and her legs across Mary's back, eagerly thrusting her hips up to meet the woman's hungry mouth: "Ooh yes!" she sucked air through her teeth and gasped, "Oh! Fuck me yes AH!" 

For her part, Mary had never been with a woman that came so quickly. "Kids!" she thought and sucked up the flowing hot juices from her stepdaughters pussy. She licked the butt crack where dried semen residue had hid, and her thighs and her pussy again, finishing off that poor abused man in the boat. "Mm!" she swallowed her juices then brought her mouth up to the girl's and they French Kissed for the camera, which though hidden still, she knew to be on the same wall as Jazz's computer. "Now... it's your turn..." Mary leaned back above the sheets and spread her legs, pulling down her royal blue panties. 

Jazz hesitated. 

Mary caressed her face and licked her own lips in anticipation, "Come on doll don't keep them waiting too long..." 

Jazz got on her knees and placed her hands under Mary's legs pulling her face to her TWAT, reluctantly she jetted a tongue out and flicked her pussy. It was older than hers, had given birth to one son and had seen about a mile or two of black dicks. She had no desire to be close to it. She had heard her father say once while arguing with her step mother that fucking her was like sticking his dick in a glass of warm water. 

But it's taste was sweet, it was juicy and there was no bad odor as she had expected. Soon she found herself licking and lapping up the woman much the same way that she had done her. 

Mary guided the young novice with her hips and her hand on the back of her head, "Oh yes! Oh that is the spot! Ooh! Oh! Yes!" she bit her lips and thrust into the young woman's face. 

Jazz thought about how all this mess had gotten started, how only a few days ago life was normal, she had her racist ways and hated her stepmother with a passion, and had achieved manipulation of her father at arms length. The world was hers, she was cruel and cunning like her mother, how did she falter, how did she fall? 

It was only three days before, Jazz pulled her school books closer to herself and briskly hopped on the buss. It was her stepmother's fault, that whore! She would have graduated two years ago if she hadn't been moved around because of her ill repute, the embarrassment to the family. Her father, the dolt, still was married to the slut, "But what can I do about that?" She confided in her only friend swinging, into the seat next to her. 

"You can't control your parents, but you are 18 now and you don't need them either!" 

"Hush! don't remind me it is so embarrassing! I would have graduated two years ago!"

"I know now look you are like the rest of us!"

"You never thought I was a freak did you?"

"A little freaky maybe... I know you like to wear your panties from when you were 15 because they feel tight against your crotch and those kitty's make you feel so naughty!"

"Shut up!" Jazz didn't blush, her friend had been whispering, and she knew about the panties because she had shown her during a sleep over.

"You shut up, bony little slut!" 

"FEH!" Jazz scratched at the air in front of Courtney's face. 

"Oh slut! Ha! Ha! You don't need to be so cheap! You are 18 now spring for a pair of thongs or something."

Courtney could never understand Jazz, the depths of hidden depravity that she had inherited from her mother. Her real mother, which she was a cutting image of, was a slender attractive news anchor who had a terrible Sade-masochistic habit of self constriction, secret mutilations to criminal levels. Under her smart and sexy television news clothes she wrapped herself in tight, restricting duck tape and wire to satiate her need of suffering and pain during work. This trait both mother and daughter shared unawares. For Jazz, at present, the too tight fitting panties were enough to carry her through school until at home, in the secret privacy of her room she could minister to her sensual, dark needs. "Shut up." Jazz pushed her friend and they giggled, as girls do, playful, innocent and annoying to the bus driver who said he would report it as a fight if they didn't keep it down. 

Tongues lashed, secretly middle fingers flashed and mumbling's about the man's fat wife continued all the way to school. "Take a picture, it' le last longer!" Courtney said to him while he was staring through the mirror. 

(That memory of tongue play with her friend brought her back to the moment with her stepmother's pussy quivering before her.) Mary groped at her own boobs, large, voluptuous compared to Jazz's own, perky little tight body. Jazz continued to suck and lick the older pussy and slipped a hand down between her own legs as she thought of her friend, and how she wished it were hers. 

The moment passed, the current world swam away and the flood of memory returned, the school bus, her friend, a few days ago: 

"Have you talked to your mother?"

"That cynical hose-bag wouldn't help me with this crap- she wanted me in private school and from there to the academy."

"Fuck that!"

"Amen! Finger-locked and promise?"

"Promise! Hey we're at the school!"

"The buss is stopping. I have to go to the library before class, see you there!" Jazz waved and hopped up and off the bus as quickly as she came on. Ignoring the driver's warning behind her she straitened her skirt and shirt and hugged her books closely, walking through a crowd of boys that stared and gawked at her, the usual- she was a very pretty girl: her platinum blond hair swung back and forth with each step in her long slender legged gate. Her hips were not big but pronounced and firm, under an all too reveling skirt which flashed light pink hello kitty when she ascended the stairs to the library. Her shirt was not smutty but showed off her firm little breasts and hardened nipples, stiffened from the cool ac of the building. She wore a black head band which pulled her long hair from her pretty face, framed by two large skull and lightning earrings, the only thing on her that betrayed her inner belief, outwardly. 

"What are you, too busy to talk to us?" some guys crowded the counter she brushed by, "Or is it because we're Black?"

"Yeah what are you a Nazi?"

"I am not a Nazi, but a Fascist, because I love my country does that make me evil? Maybe to you, liberal pigs it does, but what can I say? Go out and get a job." 

"I'm only 17!" one of them laughed. 

"I GOTS a JOB for YA BITCH!" the tallest grabbed his crotch. 

Again, the memory snapped her back into the moment, "Mm!" she thought of how foolish she had been before, and how foolish the beating those large massive cocks had given her. Giggling as she ate her step mom's pussy she thought of the fraise: "They fucked my brains out!" 

"Mm!" she hummed as she continued to eat the pussy. 

Her step mom moaned. Surely she would orgasm soon. The thought repulsed her and chased her mind away again, to a few days before: 

"And you are on your way to your future carrier, hanging about, loitering, now you live off your parents who live off the state, next you will live off the state. You should be nice to me you know, I will be the one paying your fucking bills and putting food on your little Nigger babies plates..."

"Jasmine!" the Librarian slammed her hand on the counter. 

"What?" she wheeled, "we're just having a liberal discussion where free thoughts flow, is that not the counter point to their argument?" 

"You can say what you feel without using condescending terminology." 

"Yeah right, but those fucking Nigger's throw the Bitch word around like nothing, all day long!" 

"Jasmine, not one more word or you'll be sent to the principals office."

"Like that SPIC is going to understand me... go ahead, I dare you, call his sorry wet back ass up I will call INS and be done with this place!" she tapped her feet, "Call him!" 

Jazz buried her face in her hands out of boredom. She'd spent the first and second periods waiting for the dean the secretaries office. 

"Come on Jazz, before I decide to actually do something today..." Dean Coons opened his door for her and tossed her folder on his desk. He took a seat on the corner and gestured for her to sit down, "You know I consider myself one of the most patient and kind and tolerant of ALL the deans, Jazz, not in this school but in the county too. I understand the youth, I think I do. Don't roll your eyes at me." he stood up and peeped through the window at the secretary, catching her eavesdropping. "This behavior WILL NOT be tolerated!" (SLAM!) his fist hit the desk causing both the secretary and Jazz to jump with a start. 

Jazz smiled. 

"You like this do you?" the dean took a seat, being cool with Jazz wasn't going to work, and being hard or mean was useless: "I know your mother, you know?"

That got her attention. 

"Yes... her and I go way back." an eye to the secretary then back on the beautiful young thing in front of her. "You are old enough to know, my brother arrested her last month... and let her go." 

Jazz couldn't think of why her mother would be arrested, she was so strait laced and strict However, there was no benefit in the dean making up a story, or his brother the cop- that would be slander. She considered these things and in a fraction of a second, quipped: "It wasn't in the news, then again, my mother is the news, however, the paper would of mentioned it as a blotter, and seeing as there was no mention I assume there was a secret deal worked out between your brother and my mother- she will be most displeased to hear of his failing in that manner- I wonder what it is she was holding over him..." She rose slowly, curving her little body over his desk like a snake, coiling to strike: "I guess we'll know soon enough won't we?" 

He was no longer in control of the conversation. 

The point was hers, she advanced. "Well?"Jazz batted her eyes, "Are we going to discuss it now or later?" 

Back peddling, "I only wanted to convince you of my sincerity, had I been out to hurt you or your mother I might have blabbed to the press or people I work with, but I didn't."

"No you told a high school girl with a cell phone and free text messaging... real secretive you are, what a clever field agent you would be!" 

"Alright now."

"Are we finished?" then in a low voice, close to him still over his desk: "I see that you like to be handled by a woman, dean, I can tell by that slight rise in your pants, that aroused sensitivity, heightened breath- perhaps I and my mother are more alike than you know, I will come back to this office tonight, if you want me to share something with you... leave me a door... the front door, unlocked at ten." 

"Who do you think you are you little teen tramp whore!" he did not say, but she knew he thought it. Smiling she left his office in time for the 15 minute break between periods. The rest of the day was pretty much the norm for Jazz, she was narcissistic, critical, cruel and knowingly beautiful, playful, ambiguous. She made snide comments about Blacks, Jews, and SPICS. If a new student wanted to hang around with her, she made them do things. Guys were eager to please her and girls, oh so intimidated. 

Life was so good then, so bitter, so mean... had she lost it all? Could she recover? That is why she was eating her stepmother's pussy, to keep her cruel little world the way it was. Is it worth this? Jazz thought, lapping up Mary's juices which by now, ran like a river down on to her. 

At home she had to put up with her dad's pouting about for his lost love, some Mexican nanny that his mother had gotten rid of after their divorce. She had called I.N.S. and that was that. Her father's second marriage had not gone so well either, Mary, the slut cheated on him with EVERY Black man in town. "Perhaps that is why I hate Black people so much!" Jazz considered, gripping Mary's thighs and pulling her to her, forcing her tongue deep now into the older woman's TWAT. 




All are Pawns of the Mistress Ch. 02



She couldn't go back to her memories, her own pussy muscles began to convulse. Mary came in her mouth and the hot taste of her pussy sent her own body shivering, she too came, again and again as she swallowed her stepmother's hot spraying cum. 

"AHH!" Mary, pushed and pulled the young girl's head back and forth all around her pussy, "SHIT FUCK YES! AH! AH! OH! Mm!"

At last free, Jazz gasped for air and wiped her chin, rising to her knees. 

"Come here." Mary pulled her up to her quickly sucking at her mouth and licking her face, "You sweet thing, Oh I could eat you up!" 

Jazz, kissed her back. She found making love to Mary much more pleasant than talking to her, or arguing for that matter. 

In the shower, her mind reeled, memories came back as the hot water washed the filth from her. Steam opened her pours and she lathered her skin with the fragrant Irish Spring soap. 

Music played, her stepmother and little brother were getting ready for school. Jazz remembered how it was three nights before when Junior and she had come home late. How she had hogged the bathroom, the shower, hoping to trap Mary in her sin. "How she fucked you up junior!" Jazz remembered thinking after she had given herself a good romp in her bed, then still a juicy virgin, licking her fingers and slipping off her tight panties to take a long shower: "That would deny my skank of a stepmother any chance to clean up in case she had been up to more shenanigans!" 

Jazz had beat them both into the bathroom and locked the door. Her little brother knocked but she told him to piss-off. Her step mother, Mary Ann came to the door and tried to be polite but Jazz ignored her. She remembered her appointment with the dean and was considering blowing it off when her father asked her to get ready, "The family is going out for dinner..."

"Awe shucks daddy!" Jazz snapped her fingers, "I have a late class at the school this evening."

"I have never heard of it." Mary Ann said brushing past to make use of the bathroom, cutting off Junior in his hopes to relieve his little bladder 

"Well you don't pay attention to this family, why should you notice what happens to me?" 

"Now Jazz don't be cruel."

"Daddy that is not cruel, cruel would be asking her why she needs to go wash up so quickly when she comes home?"

"Jazz!" her father stood uneasy in the role of admonishment and she found little pleasure in watching him squirm- the dean however, yes he would have to pay. "Alright pumpkin! School is first."

Mary Ann growled from the bathroom, she had heard her husband buckle to his daughter, the little shit had won again! "What a fucking cock hold he is!" 

To prepare herself, Jazz snuck into the master bedroom, after her father and stepmother left for the dinner. She searched Mary Ann's drawers and found a very nice, sexy shiny black nightie with a pair of petite black short's. She put on a pair of boots and a long coat on top of this, and her father's strait razor, just in case. 

In case? She turned the water off. Maybe the dean was the culprit here, for revenge over what she had done to him. 

She laughed, toweling herself off, what she had done to him was good, very good, but it would be nothing to what he would get if he was behind this. 

Jazz ignored her surroundings on the bus ride to school, relishing the memory of what she had done with the dean, Even Courtney she put off- though in that case it was more out of the fear for being discovered now as no longer a pure virgin, but a Black Cock Fiend.

Her all too tight fitting panties, her prim and proper school-girl plaid skirt and white button shirt, not prudish, but playfully almost reveling. Her platinum blond hair kept out of her face with a small blue band, her books gripped tightly, pushing them into her ribs, driving the edges into her flesh, she smiled. The sweet memories of how she had made the Dean suffer, and how she would get him all the more if it proved that he was behind this. 

Four days before, now, she had entered the school after 10:30 PM. As promised, the door was unlocked. The hallway was dark, the rooms unlit, but she knew her way to the dean's office, all too familiar with being sent there- even as an honor roll student, her attitude towards minorities had seen that she'd been reprimanded countless times, but her grades and charm kept her from anything beyond corporal punishments. Like her REAL mother, Jazz enjoyed a good paddling, of course, also like her REAL mother, she relished dishing out also. 

Mr Coons stood once Jazz entered: "Damn I thought to myself, damn she ain't going to come man don't be a fool." nervously he locked the door behind her, "can I get your coat?" 

"In a minute, it's nearly all I have." She smiled pleased with herself. "Sit." her large eyes were playfully green and blue but a dark swirling gray massed at the edges. There was no way the Dean could have noticed. 

He plucked down into his chair and kicked back from the desk allowing her space to sit on it. "Um..."

"Are you going to be working at this desk tomorrow Dean?" Jazz slid on to her bum, "You going to be thinking about my small petite frame, my wiry limbs flailing as we fuck, my little tight ass and virgin pussy?" 

The dean blushed. 

"Ha! Ha! Ha! yeah I bet you will." she said running her hands across his face. She gave his little beard a tug and then let one hand go further down, she pulled him between her legs and rested her heeled boots on this thighs, "Are you naughty enough for me Dean Coons?"

"Uh..." was all he could say. 

She laughed again and pulled him closer by his tie, "Did you even go home Dean? OR did you stay here and tell your wife and kids you were working late? You better not be thinking of her while you are FUCKING me!" Jazz tugged on his tie and using it like the reigns of a horse, stood up on his legs, driving her heels down into him. "Oh but..." she opened her coat before him, looking down into his well pleased face as the shiny silk smooth underwear rubbed him, her sexy virgin sweet pot touching his face through the silk panties... "You WILL be thinking of me whenever you FUCK any one else from now on Mr. Coons... that is a promise." 

The memory of her control over him, over all men gave her a tingle between her legs, she wondered if she would lose that, if she had lost it by screwing all those Blacks... no one could find out what she had done, no one must know... she felt sick with herself, how could she throw her future away? What if she'd been knocked up by one of those monkeys? At the school, she stopped into the ladies room to gag herself in the sink, she remembered swallowing all that cum the night before, no wonder she didn't eat breakfast! Then she had eaten Mary's pussy: "How gross is that!" 

Jazz stared at herself in the mirror, remembering how she had convinced the Dean to allow himself to be tied up. "Because I am going to fuck you, and you are not going to fuck me." she had said coyly, "If you want me to, I will slide down slowly on your shaft as far as I want to, not you, and I will make you cum buckets and buckets... and buckets" before she had said the third 'bucket' he was naked and laying on his back across his desk. She tied his arms back to the desk legs and his ankles and feet as well. Then she teased him with her body rubbing his fat white fury form with her small petite pale body. She played him like a fool, gagged him with his own tie and gave him the laugh. 

She wondered if he had gotten out of that or if he had been found in the morning by the cleaning crew... either way, as she recalled he wasn't in school the next day. 

Jazz shrugged and added lipstick to her already perfect face, "Serves the pervert right." 

In class, her mind drifted to how the interracial ANAL GANGBANG had started in her house, how she had been afraid for her life, how her big mouth had gotten her in such dire straits, and nearly killed. She sighed, now she was the fuck toy of a bunch of porch-monkeys, and the play thing of those Nigger's SPICS and WOPS that she and her friends used to degrade. Her mind fretted, if her racist, skinhead friends found out what a BLACK COCK SLUT and wanton whore bitch she had become, they would hate her as she had hated and abused others. And her heart began to race, not at the thought of losing her friends, but at the prospects of the next gang bang, she hoped they would abuse and degrade her properly!

Jazz squirmed in her seat, she snuck a hand down beneath her skirt to feel the tight fitting panties on her smooth and swollen pussy lips, she liked anal sex. She liked the dirty feeling of all those long Black cocks piston fucking her ass. She enjoyed not having anything in her pussy, just rubbing, touching, probing but not filling, not fucking no: "No pussy sex for this girl!" she thought. "Straight up the shit-hole, then in my mouth to clean it... Mm off." she licked her lips. She remembered how the hot cum felt shooting up inside her bowels. A moan escaped. 

She hadn't realized that her eyes were closed, and the entire class was watching her. 

Blushing, she ran from the room. "OH FUCK!" she thought, "How am I EVER going to live this down!" 

"You ain't going to have to worry about that..." a black kid from the library said to her. She recognized him from before, but not from her house. He was twenty and still in school. She had always considered him just a loser porch monkey dope head, but now her eyes pleaded with him for help. He took hold of her hand and pulled her into a smoke filled boy's rest room. It was crowded, and smelled of urine pot and shit. 

At first, all Jazz could see were white flashes of teeth and eyes. 

Her vision adjusted but she gave up counting their number. She felt so small then, and frail. 

"Look who we got boys! The anal cock queen herself!" 

Laughter and stirred excited conversation flooded her ears: 

"Yeah I got the text on that one!" 

"I saw the PICS bro!" 

"My cousin told me!" 

"My bro said she swallowed gallons of cum!" 

"What a slut!" 

"What a fuck slut!" 

"Cum dumpster!" ...all the whispered phrases, passed secrets and laughter. Jazz felt dizzy and she felt sick, the room swam around her as she spun looking for a way out.

"Don't worry honey." a steady voice said from behind, "That little episode in the classroom will be forgotten... once they see what a fuck slut you really are!" 

"Help me please." she turned pleading, recognizing the face surprisingly from the night before, "Derek?" 

"Hey boys... Jazz is so small and tight I could feel my cock pushing out thru her belly when I tore up her pussy last night, and the day before, I fucked her tiny white ass so far so long and so deep and it was so far up, she gagged." 

"HA! HA! HA!" 

"Derek... don't tell them..." Jazz's eyes watered, she was humiliated. 

Ignoring her please, he went on: "I am a hung mother-FUCKER but even so I ain't never tried to suck my own dick, but when I kissed her sorry ass with those cock sucking lips she has, I could feel my dick with my tongue, that is how far up her ass I shoved it!" 

He pulled her by the hair to the middle of the room and then smacked her ass, "I do like skinny white chicks with gaping ass-holes!" 

"Yeah lets record this shit!" 

"I got the cell"

"Me too!"

"I got a recorder!"

"Text Don, Mark, Juan and the boys!" 

Derek pushed Jazz down to the dirty floor, "On your knees bitch, this is about to become a multi cultural affair!"

"We can use her to reach out to the other gangs."

"HA! HA! HA! HA!"

"Yeah a real prosperity peace offering, this white ass bitch is going to unite us... and just as the man says." (ZIP) he unzipped his pants, "We will over come!"

"You mean cum over!"

"As in to spill cum over! Ha! Ha!"

"HA! HA! HA! HA!" 

There wasn't much Jazz could do. She didn't want to get away, not really. She was being abused and degraded by those she had previously considered undesirables, and she loved it. She relished the insulting situation, their audacity! Generations ago, as slaves they would have been hung just for looking at her, now with their well hung dicks they choke-held her, slapped her spit on her, forcing her to deep throat them, each one to two at a time, sucking and jerking and sucking and jerking. They slapped her face with their dicks, blew pot smoke in her face and made her suck their ass-holes. They filled her oral cavity with cum making her spill it out down her neck and stain her shirt with their hot seed. It dribbled out her nose, stuck to her eyes and clumped in her hair. 

(GURGLE! SLOP! SLURP! GLURP! SLOP! GARGLE! SLURP! GLIRP!) "Mm! Uh! Ooh!"

Then, dragging her across the floor to a stall with only one wall and a broken toilet and no door, they laid her out over the lidless john and one by one fucked her anal cavity without foreplay. The first man to cum was the only lubrication she got for the twenty that followed. They slapped her ass, pulled her sticky wet hair and fucked her, fucked her harder, and harder each came in turn on her or in her with her skirt hiked up and her torn panties hanging like two garter belts. The room was filled with the squishy sex sounds and her impish cries. 

(SMACK! SLAP! SPLURP! POP! SLAP! SMACK SLAP! SLURP! SPLURP! SPLAT!) 

After an hour of the anal abuse they dragged her to the base of the urinals and there on her back, one by one they fucked her pussy, without hesitation, without foreplay, each sinking his dick deep into her COOCHY, her snatch. That once virgin cherry was torn up and assaulted by lengthy Black dick after lengthy, thick Black dick. Burring themselves to their heavy purple balls and emptying their seed into her without protection. Some came on her belly or her skirt, but most let their hot sticky wads fly up into her canal. They teased her, "My boys are going to get your eggs bitch!" to each she could only reply in grunts and groans as they fucked her so hard, and forcefully kissed her or sucked on what clean parts of her body remained. 

"My Black sperms all up in you now slut!"

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! Uh! Ooh!" 

"Your daddy's going to be my babies grandpa!"

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! NO! Uh! Ooh!" 

"My son's going to be sucking your tits for lunch bitch!"

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! OH! NO! Uh! Ooh!" 

"You going to be another white trash slut on welfare bitch!"

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! OH! Uh! Yeah! Ooh!" 

"Making me a little OBAMA in you whore!" 

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! Uh! YES! Ooh! OH!" 

"Take this dick you fucking cum slut!" 

(SLAP! SQUISH! SLAP! SQUISH!) "Mm! OH! Uh! NO! Ooh! Yeah! YES! YES! YES!"

"AAAAAHHHH!" the last man in line flexed over her body, his cum shot up into her and on her as he pulled out. "Fucking whore bitch!" 

"Oh Mm... yes, yes oh, I am yes..." Jazz, barely cohereant, felt the abscenc of the man's dick in her and his heavy body on him. She opened her eyes to see them standing over her.

"What?"

At fist nothing, then a hot blast across her face as the one who had just stood up began to piss on her. 

"HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!" 

"Take that bitch!"

"Yeah get her mouth, open wide slut!" 

Jazz complied, opening her mouth and letting the steamy piss clean off their cum. It splattered in her eyes and stung, it drenched her hair and sprayed up her nose. She rubbed her abused tits and pinched her nipples. They pissed on her legs and soiled sex pot too. Covering her in their thick golden urine. 

(SPLASH! SPRAY SPLASH!) "Mn yes! I am so dirty..." she mumbled 

"Come on!" 

"HA! HA! HA!" 

"One more thing bitch!" One of them, it might have been Derek, dragged her by the hair into the first stall. The other men gathered around, taking pictures, laughing and getting dressed, "Now bitch! stick out your lily white virgin ass piss on the pour Black man tongue and lick the rims of these toilets!"

"HA! HA! HA!"

"Yeah slut clean them up!" 

"Ha! Ha! such a prissy bitch with all the white folk, racist bitch now she's eating black man's shit and getting pissed on! Ha! Ha!"

It didn't take much more than that for Jazz. She slid on all fours, and perched on her dirty knees, stuck her face into the place where they had all gone to the bathroom before, where flecks of shit and crusty urine stain marked a long history of bathroom use, and slowly, deliberately she began to lick it up. She polished the porcelain with her puffy pink lips, her soft white cheeks, rubbing her face along the stained edges and sucking it, licking it, lapping it with her mouth that had spit out so many insults before, now she was not only a Black Cock Slut but a Toilet-Slave-Slut as well...

and like her mother before her, she loved it!

Their insults poured on her like rain: "Look at that white pitch eating our shit man!" 

"She sucked my ass with that mouth!"

"How much cum is in that sluts belly!"

"HA! HA! HA! HA!"

"Fucking whore!"

"What a SHITTER sucking technique! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

"She sucked my cock up her ass, and squeezed it just her step mom does!" 

"Fucking two of a kind fuck sluts! Ha! Ha! Ha!" 

Finished with the rims, she didn't hesitate to move to the floor, where years of missed shot and puddle messes caked yellow crust between the tiles. there she lapped and licked it up, stretching her body out before them, her face to the floor, sucking up the filth. "Mm Oh... mm!" 

"Fucking whore!" 

"Ha! Ha!" 

"Watch out you could be talking about my baby's MOMA!"

"HA! HA! HA! HA!" 

She listened to them cut her, they slapped her ass and one even pissed on her back, she turned to suck him but he backed away, "I know where your mouth has been bitch!" 

Jazz returned to cleaning the bathroom floor with her mouth, face and hair. When she was finished, they put the call out to the other gangs. "It is going to be one long MOTHER FUCKING day bitch!" 



All are Pawns of the Mistress



Mary blushed, suddenly aware that there may still be cum on her breath. "I have had a long day." she confessed. 

"I understand." he pulled away. 

Mary's hands grasped his arm and one fell to his side before he separated himself completely, "It's not that... but I am already late." 

"Yeah I get it." he waved off her plea for understanding. 

"No really." She took a firm grip of his arm, "I have been thinking about you since the day before, in the rain, how polite you were and kind." she blushed, "I mean, I was thinking: 'can this young guy really be hitting on me?' Were you?"

He smiled and took hold of her small waist gently, "I have been thinking about you for a long time Mary. Why do you think I volunteered to watch little David?" 

"And I appreciate that, very much." 

"And again... I'll ask, how much?" 

The mood had changed from cautious intrigue to playful between them. They stood by a four foot window, in the hall, which kept David in plane view of them, and like wise he could see them from the buckle up. "This much." she held her hands about a foot apart.

"And how much is that?" 

Mary took hold of his waistband, "I thought you might show me." 

David watched his mother and his teacher's aid in the hall. He was worried that he would have been forgotten, but then when his mom showed up he was relieved, and now she was talking to the aid in the hall for a long time. Was he in trouble? Did he do something wrong? Worried, again. and fretting. David picked up a paper and some crayons and began to draw the window. Drawing always calmed him. When he went to draw the aid and his mom he only saw the aid. The hall was dark. He had to stand to get a better view. Then he saw his mother, or at least the top of her head. What was she doing down there?

"Oh Christ you feel good!" the young black man leaned back on the window. "Oh SHIT!" 

(SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLOP! SLURP!) Mary worked her head back and forth along the long black shaft. The man rested a hand on the back of her head and watched her soft lips curl back along the ruff edges of his dark meat. Her pale face next to his dark skin. "OH BABY! This is better than I thought it would be!" (SLURP! SLOP! SLURP! SLURP! SLOP! SLURP!) 

"Mm!" she hummed, working her tongue on the bottom of his dick, jerking him off while licking his heavy black balls, on her knees before him: "Ooh your dick is so big!" she kissed his thigh, where his pants had fallen down then returned to sucking him off. (SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!) 

"Oh not yet baby!" he moaned and helped her back up to her feet then turned her to face the glass. Her breasts squished against the window stretching her silk blouse. From David's side, one could see her nipples clearly through the black braw, but David watched TV. 

Mary was relieved that he didn't see them. Maybe the windows were tinted? She never thought to look before and didn't' care to bring it up now, not with the large black dick preparing to enter her. She cooed in excitement and reached back for him. But he pulled away and dropped to his knees. He snatched her black panties down and covered her wetness with his tongue, digging deep into her warm, soft pussy. "OH GOD Yes! OH fuck!" her body quivered and she grabbed her breasts. It had been so long since any one had eaten her out. Brent hadn't done it since David was born and before that, not often. The sensation was overwhelming. In moments she came in a torrent. "Fuck sake!" 

"I never thought you would talk so nasty!" he kissed her neck standing up behind her. 

Mary could not respond, but only whimpered in her delight and shame. She glanced at David, who sat cross legged and memorized by the TV "Good." she thought. Then, turning to face the Black teacher's aid, hiked her skirt in the front and fed his long erection into her more than ready, hungry, pussy. "I want you!" she gasped. "So bad!" 

The man grunted and shoved upward, thrusting his dick all the way into her deep warmth, "You want it, you got it." The sensation of the white pussy engulfing his member, and her pussy lips locking around him in their frenzied passion, was intense. He knew that he would not be able to last long. Not with having the woman he'd been waiting for, and so easily too. Actually fucking her, here in the hallway, where he imagined it so many times. He tried to think about other things to make him last longer. 

"Oh! Yes!" she cooed as he thrust in and out of her. She hiked her legs up on him, one up to his shoulder, then the other one up over his arm as he picked her up and pressed her against the glass, fucking her in the hall. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) Their bodies slapped together and she moaned and groaned and squealed with delight, fucking him back by contracting her pussy muscles around his dick. 

It was too much for him, he came, deep up inside her and flooded her cavity with his hot cum. 

Once he came inside her, erupting like a volcano, Mary came too, cum spilled out on to the tile floor and ran down her legs. She tried to close the muscles around his dick but had little control of herself at that point. They kissed, for the first time, lip to lip and tongue to tongue. He eased her to the floor and she went down on him again, sucking her juices off of his dick and tucking him away. 

"I had no idea you would be so..."

"Naughty?" she said. 

"Well... yes."

She smiled up from her knees then went to the floor and licked his cum off the tile. 

"Oh goddamn!" he zipped up his pants. 

When Mary had cleaned the scene, she pulled her panties up and stood on her heels, letting her skirt down. 

"Don't think you'll kiss me good night now." he warned her. 

She laughed then, still licking her fingers, walked into the TV room. "I thought David was going to be in the teacher's lounge?" she asked him, he followed behind. Watching her walk. 

"No toys in there, I didn't want him to get bored." he said, taken back by her cool air of control. 

"Well get your things together David we have to go." 

"Will I see you again?" he asked her, taking her hand secretly while David gathered his books. 

"Every day... at the drop off." she smiled. 

"You know what I mean." 

"I certainly hope so." She said, tenderly stroking his hand. 

He walked them around the school, to her mini van. And once David was in, pressed her back against the passenger's window with a full tongue probing kiss. His body rubbed hers and she his, their arms entwined at the break she asked: "I thought you weren't going to give me a good night kiss?"

"Consider this a 'see you later' kiss." he said before locking lips with her again. Mary kissed him back, pressing her tongue into his mouth. For along while they stood there in the night kissing, rubbing, embracing. Inside, David grew bored again. He found his mom's warm Pepsi and took a sip but it tasted off and he put it back. Eventually they separated and Mary climbed in the driver-side, fixing her make up in the mirror before she started the car. 

"Your soda's flat." David said as they pulled away. 

"Don't touch mommies things." Mary warned him. "What was that nice young teacher's aid's name."

David shrugged. He used to like him but now he didn't anymore. "Jerome."

"That's a typical Black name isn't it?" Mary said, more to herself than to David. But her son agreed. 

Mary walked in the door to a hailstorm of questions and accusations from Jade and her father, Brent. "Where the hell were you? What the hell is going on? Why isn't dinner made?"

Taken by surprise, she threw David under the buss. "Talk to YOUR son!" she tossed her purse on the table, "I know that my job isn't so important but maybe just maybe if you would pick up some of the slack around this place I wouldn't have to miss work, lose deals and spend the whole fucking afternoon with miss whatever her name is discussing YOUR son's lack of social graces at school!" it came out quick, a flood of lies and false accusations against her own child. Her heart raced, she didn't know what else to do. She couldn't very well say that she was late picking up David because she sucked some Black guy off at a house she was trying to sell, as much as she couldn't admit to the reason she was late at the school, for fucking the teachers aid in the hall and licking up his cum from the floor... so, David was the Judas' Goat, and he suffered for it. 

Brent paddled him and sent him to bed. 

Confused, David drew more pictures. 

At night. Preparing for bed, Brent came up to Mary and rubbed her shoulders, "I am sorry honey... I was just worried that is all." 

She shook his hand from her shoulder, "Yeah well next time try calling and asking in place of an ambush." 

"I am sorry hon." Brent climbed into bed next to her. 

"Well maybe if you would respect me a little bit, just a little we wouldn't have these problems." 

"I do..." he caressed her cheek and kissed her lips. 

"What's gotten into you?"

"I don't know. Seeing you all fired up, just got me going I guess." 

"Well..." Mary thought about all the Black semen up inside her still. The thought of her husband's mixing with Jerome's enticed her to want. She rubbed his shoulders and kissed him back. "OK."

Brent grinned and slid over on top of her. 

Mary pulled her panties off and waited in the missionary position. He slid into her ready pussy and began to thrust. She moaned and kissed his neck. He fondled her boobs and it was over. He came in several squirts and her pussy muscles closed around his dick, pushing it out, and keeping the cum from spilling out. She slid the panties back on and he hopped out of bed to go wash off. "Do you want the towel?" he asked. 

"No." Mary lay on her back and rubbed her tight stomach. Was that it? 

"Ooh you're naughty a girl." Brent teased. 

"What a dork." she thought. Mary dreamed that night about a threesome with Brent and the teacher's aid. She knew it could never happen, but the erotic fantasy made her waken at three when she fingered herself back to sleep. 

In the morning, Brent and the Nanny were discussing what David could and could not do this weekend since he was to be punished. Mary didn't interfere, but poured Brent more coffee and herself some juice. 

Brent took Jade to the mall for a dress and Marcia took David grocery shopping. Mary had the house to herself, until noon. At twelve the door buzzed and Mary went to it. She had been relaxing, reading the news paper and lounging about in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, having promised to clean out the garage of things that she would give to charity. But just not getting around to it yet. When the door buzzer went off she was taken back. Two black gentlemen, one was Jerome and the other, an older man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. "Hello?" 

"Yes Ma'am" the older one of the two tipped a hat. The hat made him look ridiculous, but not harmless. 

"Can I help you?" she stood with the door opened but not offering them entry. 

"We were in the neighborhood." Jerome started and stopped, "Listen, I am sorry to intrude but are we alone?" 

A dangerous question. Mary decided to be honest: "Yes." she stepped back, "Come on in." Before the neighbors see you, she implied. 

"Nice." Jerome said of the place, following her to the kitchen where she offered them coffee and seats. 

"I know you are a lawyer, from what David tells me and my cousin is in all kinds of trouble and..."

"Stop right there. I am a realty lawyer, I just now passed the bar and am looking for work with a firm, but I don't know a thing about..."

"Well, just some advise then... or... well..."

"See you are white." the older man with the hat said. "I don't really need you to be doing anything except looking pretty and white."

"My cousin is accused of raping a woman, it isn't true I know it, but it would be a lot better for his defense."

"If we had a hot little number like you on our side." the older man finished. 

"This is crazy." she shook her head. 

"But I think we can help each other. we win this case and you have a shoe in the door for any firm... and you don't have to do any of the work, I have done everything." the older man tapped his brief case. 

"Can I get your number, and think about it?" 

"Here." Jerome pulled out a card of his and handed it to her. 

"We could have done this over the phone you know?" 

"I wanted to see you." Jerome said. 

"And I am the third wheel." the older man put his hat on, handed her his card and excused himself. "I know my way out."

"So." Jerome said, stopping her from following. "How have you been since yesterday?" 

"Lonely." she pouted playfully and leaned across the breakfast bar which separated the eating area from the food preparation part of the kitchen. 

"You have a really nice house."

"Thank you." Mary took off her T-shirt and walked around the bar, to Jerome. 

He didn't need any goading. His pants were on the floor before she noticed and he swept her in his arms, covering her face, neck and bare breasts with kisses, lifting her up and setting her on the bar. 

Mary pulled down his underwear as he undid her shorts and climbed on top of her, on top of the bar. His naked black form a sharp contrast to the white and stainless steal kitchen, and her soft white exposed flesh. She took hold of his already stiff manhood and guided it into her waiting pussy. "Hmm! Oh yes!" she cooed. Breathing into his ear and sucking on his neck. 

He mauled her breasts with his hands, his mouth and his hands again, driving his long erection deep into her. As in the hall, their bodies came together in fervent passion, slapping, her but against the cold granite top and his exposed to the cool air. Goose-bumps covered their flesh but soon were replaced by sweat-droplets. They worked into a frenzied. Mary squealed in delight coming, and coming, and coming as his dick wriggled and thrashed up inside her. But Jerome held his own orgasm back and came off of her, pulling her up and turning her around, doggy style. Again their bodies came together, now sweaty and squishy. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP! SLAP! SLAP!) "Oh yes!" He grunted: "You feel so good!" 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh GOD!" she gulped for air as he drove her crazy with the length and angle of his penetrations. Pounding himself into her again, and again, harder and harder, thrusting deeper and deeper. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) "Oh fuck yes Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she came again. There was something about being fucked by the Black man, right there where only hours before her husband and family had ate, and tonight they would come together again. What would Jade say if she walked in? That snotty little brat! Mary couldn't believe her thoughts, much less her wants and passions. 

"Oh fuck you feel good!" Jerome said, pulling his long black dick out of her and teasing her with it's head. She quivered with each touch. "Here baby, get on the floor, let me cum on your face!" 

Excited, Mary hopped off and squatted below him. 

"No, on this side, um in the light, and look up at me, look up baby!" he stroked his large black dick and pinched it off waiting for her to get where he wanted her to be.

"Here?" she asked looking up at him. 

"Oh yes... oh yes!" he stroked it once or twice more, "Open up."

She complied just as a hot streak of his cum shot into her left eye. Another glob of cum fell into her awaiting mouth and a third down to her breasts. She reached up with one hand to stroke him off and three more long sprays pelted her face and neck. A forth squirted into her mouth and she brought it up with her tongue for him to see before swallowing. 

"Oh shit yes!" he grunted. 

"Mm!" Mary took his dick into her mouth and sucked him off for another squirt, swallowing it and licking him clean. 

"Now can you leave the cum on until it dries?" he asked pulling his underwear and pants on. 

"Yes." she licked her fingers. "If you want me to Jerome." 

"I do." he patted her neck and kissed a side of her face that was still dry. 

By four the cum had dried to a crust. She occasionally checked the mirror in the upper bathroom for its progress. When it had dried, she wiped it in more, just so it wouldn't be noticeable but that she could still feel it. She prepared dinner for her family when they returned and talked to Brent about whatever it was Jade wanted to get and why and all that. Marcia told cute stories about what David had done while shopping and at the playground before that and all Mary thought about was how good it felt to get fucked right there in the kitchen. When Brent thanked her for dinner and kissed her on the lips, she was aroused by the fact that some of Jerome's seed was on him. 

But Brent wasn't in the mood that night and she suffered alone, horny, in want, until Monday. On Sunday she had convinced him to let her work on the legal case for Jerome. She told him they had called first and that it was a woman and Jerome's uncle who had come to the house but that the woman was an ugly hag and that it would help her to get in with a firm. Though he wasn't happy about the prospect of her working more hours, he caved when she gave him a blow job. She swallowed his load easily, finishing him off in under five minutes, after which she kissed him on the mouth, and he her. She thought about how nasty it was, that some of Jerome's cum was now mixing with his in her stomach as well as in his mouth. 

Mary knew she was a terrible wife, what a dreadful thing to have done. And a horrible mother too- to cover her adultery with lies about her son. But what else could she do? Come clean on the matter? Give the Woodward's their victory? Over her dead body! 

On Monday, Jerome came out to her van after she let David out. He drove with her up around to the school parking lot and there told hr the information she needed to know about his cousin. "He has been released on bond now, and I can arrange for my uncle and him to meet you at one of your open houses?" 

"That would be great!" Mary handed him her card, call my office and schedule it for me today if you would, that way they won't know what I am doing- they cannot know yet or they could fire me. The business is really sour now and though I want to leave and practice law... I need my job too." 

Jerome nodded and moved to get out of the van. "When do you have to be in the class?" 

"I have another fifteen minutes."

"That is time enough, don't you think?" She undid her blouse and leaned back in her chair. Jerome pulled the recline lever and climbed on top of her, hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down. They kissed, tongues thrusting and darting, hands searching, feeling squeezing. HE entered her, pushing his Black manhood deep into her at once and started thrusting. She hissed and cooed softly in his ear, nibbling on the lobe: "Fuck me! Oh yes fuck me!" 

He came quickly, and a lot, filling her up and spilling out into her driver seat. They kissed more and she pulled a towel from the back to sit on, not to soil her skirt. 

At work she daydreamed about Jerome until her boss told her she had an appointment and the Rose house with two gentlemen. "They sound Black... do you want someone to go with you?" he asked. 

"Don't be such a racist." she replied.

It was raining when she met them at the house. "We don't have to go over much of the case." the older man said. As the accused's father I can tell you he is innocent. And the state only has circumstantial evidence against him. 

Mary's gut told her that the boy was guilty of something. He was a thug. "Well we should do something about the way he is dressed."

"What the fuck's wrong with how I look bitch?" he made a gang symbol at her and turned away, "Man should cap the ho anyway!"

"Ok." Mary shrugged, "I don't see how I can help here." 

"You have to, we need you."




All are Pawns of the Mistress



"I don't know if he didn't rape her, if I was on the jury I would think he did just for how he looks and acts."

"See, son, she is already a benefit." 

"What ever pops lets blow!" 

"Please, just consider the case." the man handed her a folder of the states evidence. It was a thick folder. 

"I will look this over and call you back."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight." she said. 

"Very well, I can ask for no more than that." he closed his briefcase and followed his son out. 

While Mary waited for the rain to stop, she read the thick file. The state had a convincing case. DNA evidence proved he had been intimate with the woman. Witnesses put him fleeing the scene. She picked him out of a line up as the assailant. Two of the three eye witnesses to the attack picked him out of a photo spread the only reason the third didn't was because he had been tampered with or threatened and couldn't remember anything, supposedly. Evidence for the tampering was also included. A battery report from the police and phone records. "Oh it's just circumstantial alright!" she laughed and closed the file up. There was no way in hell she was going to have anything to do with this bozo! 

That night she called Jerome's uncle and politely declined. He said that he wished she'd reconsider and she said as the mother in a family there was no way that she could, that she felt the man's son was as guilty as could be and that was it. HE thanked her for her honesty and time and hung up. 

At midnight. The phone rang. It rang and rang until Brent answered it. "Hello?" 

Mary drifted into consciousness. 

"Who is this? What is this a recording?" Brent hung up. 

Mary was groggy. "What is it baby?" 

"Sounds like a prank call, a porno or something about a black guy and a white woman in the kitchen."

Mary woke up. 

The phone rang and she beat Brent to it, reaching over him to snatch it from the cradle, "Hello?"

"Listen to this bitch..." she recognized the voice of the alleged rapist then she heard a click and her own voice with the sounds of sex in the back ground she was gasping and Jerome was grunting and she cried out there was mumbling then she heard Jerome say: "In your face baby!" 

Mary was quiet.

"I think you know what this is." 

"Here's how it's plaid now. You going to be on my case got it?" the phone went silent. 

Mary hung it up. "It was a prank call." She told Brent who was already asleep. 

The next day she took David to school and picked up Jerome at the circle, then drove to the parking lot as before. She asked him how his cousin got the tape but Jerome swore he didn't know anything. "I never would do anything to ruin what I have with you- you have to believe me."

"I do..." Mary said. "I do."

"So.." Jerome was hesitant. "Are we off for the day or..."

"Nah." Mary smiled and unbuckled herself, "I need my chocolate fix." she leaned over in the front seat and unzipped Jerome then scooped his large, stiffening member and fed it into her mouth. 

"Oh SHIT! OH SHIT! OF FUCK!" he gripped her head and pushed down on it, burring her deep into his lap and forcing his dick far into her throat where it erupted multiple times, filling her belly with his hot goo. "Oh yes!" he gasped. 

Mary licked him off as she backed off of him and tucked him away, "Thank you sir, can I have another!" 

"Oh yes!" they kissed, "You suck a mean cock misses Woodward!"

"Would you call me a vicious Black Cock sucking queen?" She kissed him. 

Jerome laughed, "Where did you get that from?" 

Mary shrugged it just came to me. In mid laughter she stopped. David was still in the back seat! She had forgotten to drop him off! They both had! "OH MY GOD! DAVID! What the hell are you doing here?"

"David!" Jerome straitened himself and turned back to see little David with his back pack.

"You never let me out!" David said in his defense.

"This is adult stuff David!" his mother warned him, wiping the cum from her chin. "You're not supposed to see this!" 

"I am sorry mom!"

"You will be if your father finds out!" Mary jumped out of the car and tugged David out of the side door, giving him a sharp slap on his butt. "Take him to class Jerome would you?"

"Certainly." He took hold of David's hand. 

"We'll talk later young man!" Mary warned her son then, softening, gave Jerome a prolonged tongue kiss before getting back in the van and driving to work. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. How could she forget about her son? She had forgotten a lot of things recently. Unless it was about fucking Black men, she didn't seem to be interested. She found herself nit picking white men in every thing they did and praising Black men, singers, athletes, any of them that she met. 

She found herself craving more contact with Black men. 

At her office, on her way to the break room she noticed a Black janitor. His name was Samuel. "Hey Sam." she said passing him, then stopping and turning in the hallway she said: "My husband wanted me to bleach my hair blond, but I miss it being black- what do you think I should do?" 

"Oh..." the man considered, holding his mop in hand, "You're pretty either way ma'am." 

"I think I will dye it back to being black again." she walked to him, "I like black things, Sam." 

The janitor was noticeably uncomfortable. "Some do I suppose, some do." 

"Sam... I want you to fuck me, right now in that closet, will you do that... Sam?" 

Their wasn't much room. There was a bucket and rolling pins, paint and push brooms. But they made do. She hiked her skirt up and pressed her body back onto his glistening dick, still covered in her lipstick. He gave her a hand rag to bite on as his dick was larger than Jerome's. Thicker and longer. In moments he reduced her to whimpering and they both came. Sweaty, disheveled, she crawled out of the closet and straitened herself up, making her way to the bathroom to freshen up her make up. 

Later in the day, her and Sam got together for a snack in the break room. When no one was looking she played with his dick under the table until he came on her hand. They giggled and kissed and she licked his cum off of herself. 

It was as if Mary was an addict. 

Inevitably people would find out soon at work, home would follow. Mary knew her life would be over as she knew it- but she didn't care. She had no control over her desire and she didn't want it. She was lead by the hunger and the need for more Black dick. A wanton slut, just as Brent's ex wife and hers said she was.

On the way home her cell phone rang. "Pick me up on fourth and main." it was the voice of the rapist. Her stomach turned. She really didn't want much to do with him. But then again, he was Black... and he was innocent of the crime until proven guilty. Just because the evidence looked bad, it didn't mean that he actually did it, right? Mary told herself so as she picked him up. 

His pants dangled to his thighs, his hat was on sideways and he walked like he just swung out of the tree. Looking all pissed off he jumped in the car, shouting: "Bitch what took you so long?" so his friends could hear. 

"I was driving... it is a thing called traffic." Mary didn't like how the conversation started, but, she found it tantalizing, him calling her a bitch. "What did you want to see me for?" 

He shrugged. "I know you don't want to defend me because you think I am guilty. I thought maybe if we hung out a bit you might think otherwise. That's all." 

She stopped the van at a light, "That I can understand."

"Whatever bitch?" 

"Don't call me that again." but she wanted him to. She loved the way it made her feel. Dirty. Not the word itself but the meaning of it, and that she felt powerless to make him think otherwise of her. The most she could become in his eyes was a slut. And she was willing to. 

"What? I'll call you whatever I want to bitch." He looked out the window, "Pull over into this parking lot." 

Rain pelted the van as she pulled into the shopping plaza's parking lot. She turned the engine off. "What?" 

"I want you to feel me... see?" he stuck his hands in his basketball shorts. 

"I 'feel' you... bro." She nodded her head, "But I..."

"NO!" he took her hand in his and brought it to his leg. Releasing his grasp, she slid her hand over to his thigh, caressing it. 

"Oh... you mean... feel?" she clarified with feign innocence. 

"Come on bitch, get freak nasty like I know you want to." When Mary said nothing, Jerome's cousin reached over and tore open her shirt then pulled her breasts out of their bra and sucked on her nipples. 

She quivered and held the back of his head, watching his black mouth lock around her soft white areole, "Ooh yes that's it!" she bit her bottom lip, instantly aroused. "Oh I want you!" she pulled down his shorts and took hold of his large, throbbing manhood. "Oh let me kiss it!" 

"Shut the fuck up!" he pulled her hair, taking her from the driver seat and pushed her down into the van. Mary turned around and scooted out of her skirt. Her hot box, getting hotter. "Oh God I want you to fill me with your Black seed!" she got to her knees and took hold of his dick, sucking it only to moisten it and then slipped it into her wanting cavity. "Oh fuck yes!"

"Oh Bitch!" he grunted and began to hump her, awkwardly in the center of the mini van. Not able to get a good angle, he knocked over her consol, the change and drink holder then put her on all fours facing forward. "This is more like it bitch, now I'm going to fuck you like the Bitch you are Bitch!" he pulled her hair and began to piston fuck her pussy. 

"OH! OH!" (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP!) "You a crazy white bitch!" (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) He squeezed her ass, driving his cock deeper into her soft wet pussy. "Oh fuck yes!"

Mary pushed back from the dashboard, onto his lengthy thick member. Grunting, whimpering, crying out: "God Yes! Fuck my white ass! Oh yes! Oh YES!" 

He spit on her back and spit again, this time it landed on her ass, rubbing it in he followed his fingers into her small brown hole with his large cock. Slowly pushing it, inch by inch. 

She gasped and sucked in air, relaxing her muscles, allowing him full entry: "Oh FUCK! Goddamn yes! Oh YES! OH HARDER!" 

"You like this don't you, you crazy white bitch?" He slapped her ass cheeks, beating them red, then picked up a long stride fuck, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. (SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP!) Picking up the pace. His balls slapped her pussy, their thighs smacked each other and his long thick dick pounded into her anal cavity. "OH fuck you a crazy whore!" 

"Yeah, fuck my white ass with your big Black DICK!" she shouted, pushing off the front of the van, back at him. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLOP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLOP!) "Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Ah!" 

The van rocked back and forth in the rain. The windows steamed up from their sex. At last, he announced that he was going to cum, and he did, again and again. Mary cam too, with her free hand deep into her own pussy and his long dick buried in her ass, she shuttered and collapsed over the consol, tired and sore. "Oh you fucked me good!" she gasped. 

"But-see, it wasn't rape was it?" 

"Mm!" Mary felt was all a tingle. A sharp sensation ran down her spine to her pussy. "Mm... I want this all the time." She gasped again and sat up, pulling her panties from the front seat. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said putting his shorts on. 

"We're done right?" she said with a shrug, "I have things to do."

"No, no." he snatched her panties from her hand and tossed them back into the front. "Not things, people... you have people to do." at that time there came a sudden knock on the window of the van and the young Black man, admitted four more Black men so that the van was crowded. Mary climbed back up into the driver's seat. 

"What the hell is going on here?" 

"When your don with us... then you can go home." one of the men clarified for her. 

"Damn... uh... OK... how does something like this work?"

One by one they unzipped their pants and showed her their dicks and one by one she began to suck them. There were all shapes and sizes. Two were Brent's size and the rest were longer or thicker or both. Three were not circumcised, and one of them only had one nut. But one by one she sucked them then two by two she sucked and jerked them then three she could handle at a time and then four, as one slid into her pussy and she jerked off two while blowing the fourth. There was grunting and cussing as the men vied for better positions and more attention from her. One of them the man with one nut had a habit of spitting on her back. Large spit wads gathered and formed puddles, despite the other men's disapproval, he continued to spit on her. When she was sucking his dick, he hawked a large on her face. It ran down her forehead, across her eye and her cheek, but she didn't; complain. Mary relished the debasement of it all. She'd never dare to dream of the disreputable treatment she was receiving. 

Mary looked forward to sucking each of them off and being fucked by them, than going home and cuddling with Brent, laughing inside that he could be so stupid as to think that he was the only one. That she had actually shared herself with so many people and he was so unaware of it. She moaned. 

"Let me get in there!" Jerome's cousin ordered, "One Nut, get below her since you like to spit so much!" 

Mary got up on her knees, the man who was fucking her pussy came around to the front and she sucked him while climbing onto One Nut, his dick fit easily into her moist pussy. Jerome's cousin mounted her back side, shoving his dick once again, deep into her ass. 

"Mm!" she gasped with a dick in her mouth, "Fantastic!" she said between sucking, "Fuck my white little body boys!" 

They did. 

The van rocked back and forth. Dicks went in and out of her. It was all a sloppy, smacking, sticky blur. One after another they began to cum. First, the man she was sucking, then the man she was fucking, then the man who was fucking her. They all rotated, and the two men she had been jerking off, entered her pussy and ass. When they came, the others were ready again. 

At last, near midnight. The party ended. Mary could barely walk, could hardly talk, and didn't want to sit down. 

Awkwardly, she got dressed, and then had the humiliating task of dropping each of the men off at their houses. Jerome's cousin was the last one to be dropped off, back at the corner where she picked him up. "See you in court bitch." he said. 

"Not thank you, or it was fun, you were good, what a champ..." She said to the closing door. She checked her cell-phone five messages from the school and seven from Brent. Before she could pull away, a police car came up to her with it's lights on. A female cop and a chubby white cop surrounded her and flashed lights on her face. "You down here looking for drugs lady?" the man asked from her right. 

"No... officer..." 

"Can I see your drivers' license?" The female officer asked, without kindness. 

"Looks like a crack head to me." she said to her partner, "Ma'am you look ragged... are you alright?" the man asked. 

"Just tired." 

"You been doing drugs?" the man asked, "Smells funny in this van."

The female officer leaned in the window and took a sniff, then examined her closer, "Lets go Max." she handed Mary back her driver's license. "You should be getting home ma'am." To her partner she said: "That's not drugs, that is sex... a lot of it." 

"Pity we missed the show." he said with a laugh. The police car lights went out and they drove off. 

She put her seat belt on with caution and then drove off, mindful of her wet, damp, sticky and sore parts. 

Mary got home too late to argue with Brent, too tired to shower she could only strip and climb into bed with her torn bra and sticky panties still on. She couldn't remember how many people had fucked her that night. Her mind raced and spun in the memory, like a dream. Brent mumbled something next to her then arched, looking up from his pillow: "Are you OK?" 

"Fine." she managed. 

An hour later, Mary awoke to Brent fondling her breasts. "Come on." she said, guiding him over on top of her. 

He pushed his cock into her pussy, with her panties just out of the way. Instantly, Brent fell into his rhythmic fucking. But she wasn't going to let him finish by coming inside her. she wanted the Black men's semen only, she decided, from then on. When she sensed that he was ready to cum she pushed him off of her. 

"What the hell?" Brent protested. 

"I want to taste you." she said in cover, and guided him up to sit on her stomach. She pressed her sore breasts together around his dick and jerked him off. 

He looked down at her, and liked what he saw. Mary stuck her tongue out, licking his dick's head and popping it in and out of her mouth while her breasts engulfed it around the sides, pinned together by her interlocked fingers. "Ah Oh! Yes! Uh!" he came.  

"Mm!" she licked him again as streams of hot cum shot on her neck and face. Three hot streams. "Yeah baby!" she said sucking his head again at the end. 

"Oh wow!" he coughed and climbed off her to go wash up. "Want a towel baby?" he asked over his shoulder. 

"No..." Mary pulled her panties back over her body and re-snapped her bra then laid back down, wiping the cum from her face and rubbing it on her side. She was exhausted, and asleep before Brent came back to bed. 

In the morning, she got up only to tell Brent that she wasn't getting up. He called in to her work for her then went about helping Marcia with the children. From her bed she heard Jade join them at breakfast and also the familiarly nasty voice of Claudette as she arrived, 'unexpectedly' to say 'hi' and let Brent know that Jade would be staying with her for the next two days. 

Mary went back to sleep. When she did get out of bed, she dyed her hair black again and showered, but kept the black panties and bra from the van. She sniffed them and remembered, in the musk and odor of sex, all that had happened. How brutally she was treated. she rubbed her stomach. She thought about how much of a wonderful shock it would be if one of those Black men had impregnated her so that Brent thought she was carrying his baby... she let that fantasy carry her until the door bell rang. Slipping on a silk nighty, and nothing else, she answered the door to find the post man, a Black fellow named Walt. "Yes Walt?" 

"Letter needs a signature." He showed an envelope. 

"Signature?" she took the pen and signed for it, "Who is it for?" 

"You. Actually there's three of them, you can just sign the cards. I'll time stamp them later." 

"Ah that's right. Thanks Walt, I am taking a legal case, it probably has to do with that." she set it with the other mail, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Walt had been staring at her, in the silk nightie and hadn't heard a word she said, "I am sorry... what was that?"

"Put the bag down Walt." Mary stepped back from the door and pulled the nightie over her head, letting it fall to the floor. 

Walt scooped her small body into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She took his face with her hands and kissed him. Their tongues mixed, she playfully bit his lip then directed him to her marriage bed. He tossed her on it and kicked off his shoes, then his shoes, shirt and underwear. 

"Oh yes!" Mary gasped. Her arms and legs welcomed Walt on top of her and she greeted him with kisses and sucked his neck as they stroked each other's naked bodies. "I want you to fuck me Walt."

"That's a no brainier..." he laughed, "I wouldn't have thought to come here to play cards." he took hold of her small hands and kissed them with his large black lips, then pressed them against the bed and entered her soft pussy with his hardening member. She was loose enough that it was an easy effort and after a few rhythmic strokes, stiffened, giving both partners sexual gratification. "Oh you are so warm soft and moist!" he whispered into her ear.