19 comments/ 59084 views/ 29 favorites Blacked? By: qualitywheat If stupid could be a middle name, then mine would be double barrelled stupid! I had out done myself at last, and now I was getting it in the neck big time, well, not my neck, my pussy. I just couldn't wait could I? To let things roll out on their own, I had to try and push it, interfere in my husbands business. Well I was right up to my pretty neck in deep shit, he had got me big style, I had succumbed to the pressures he had applied and now here I was, on my back, on his desk and getting the life fucked out of me by my husbands boss! And to top it all off, he is black. I am blond, this was the classic black on blond scenario, he had cornered me to where I had to give in, And let him have me, and this wasn't the first time now, oh no, it had been going on for the last three weeks and now, to my dismay, I was loving the black on blond. But I'm getting ahead of myself, he isn't the only one who fucks me whenever he wants, his 20 year old son is too, in fact, it was he who force seduced and fucked me first, and in his fathers house where he lived, and where I had gone that fateful Saturday morning. I am Blaine Treadwell, Mrs Blaine Treadwell, and my husband works at the company that this man had taken over in a hostile bid. He had too much money for the owner to resist; he had got the firm and ousted the senior staff all in one go. My husband Larry was just under the cut off point, and so missed the cull. It left the firm in a tricky position because new management had had to be introduced, and one of them was Larry. There were several men who were given promotion with the warning that if they didn't perform they would go too. He was utterly ruthless and did just that, the ones that remained were given good pay rises which practically locked them in. But all were under notice until the company was running. My problem started the day Larry came home and told me. "I have a chance for the big one Blaine, if I get the position we'll be good forever, Rodney (his boss) is a real bastard to work for, but he's straight, tells it like it is, it's between me and that crawling twerp Clarence," Clarence was the company accountant and secretary, he was brilliant at what he did, but he was a real ass licker. Larry was worried he would kiss his way into the job he knew should be his. I knew how much it meant to him and I hated to see him tormented this way. I thought of what I could do to help, if anything. It wasn't until I discussed it with my best friend, that I saw a possible solution. She suggested to me that I make a representation to Rodney, to try and give him a different perspective, point him towards Larry and not Clarence. I even tried to broach the subject of it with Larry but could never find the right way to do it. So I decided to go my own way, make contact quietly, ask for a private confidential meeting. It took me two more days to front it out. I made a call and asked for him. I was asked for a reason as he was a busy man. I told the woman on the phone that it was extremely confidential. I had met him once and while he was polite, he was also off hand with every one. He didn't suffer fools gladly that was very obvious. He is a large man, aged around 40 to 45, I thought. Good looking I suppose, but I wasn't too sure about considering black men good looking or anything else. Me? As I said my name is Blaine Treadwell, I am married to Larry, we have been wedded for 4 years, I am 26 years old and Larry is 32. I have, if I may say so, beautiful ash blond hair, I have recently had it cut to sway just above my shoulders. I've always worn it long, but I thought a new me was in order. It parts down one side and I have a big fringe, that catches my eyes and I absolutely love it. My eyes are big wide and blue, headlights, Larry tells me. I have a very pretty face, and I am used to men gazing at me, ogling, and just plain lusting for me. I do appreciate it, so I dress accordingly, nothing like an ego boost for a girl is there? I have to be honest here, I have been unfaithful twice to Larry, but honestly, they were just opportunist moments, flash in the pan things. They meant nothing to me except a sexual fling. I do, and don't, regret both times in equal measure. But I do love my Larry. I am taller than most women, standing at 5ft 9" in my bare feet, and I love towering over other men, being able to raise my head a little and peer down at them, making the silly ones feel so inferior, I can scare the wits out of them sometimes. In my heels I am well over 6ft. I weigh in at around 125lbs, so I am proportionally built to my height. I have a good toned fit body, and is well rounded and shaped in all the right places. Larry tells me legs go so high it can get cloudy at the top! My whole body is sensual and sensitive. As I said, I always dress well, make sure I look good; I like the stares from the boys, and the glares from the girls. I had never been with a black man or boy, never had the inclination, I had heard about them supposedly having big weapons, but I neither knew nor cared either way. But I was about to find out, and in a spectacular way too. I heard a short, "Yes Mrs Treadwell," over the phone, "what can I do for you?" No hello's, no how are you, just, what! I started by being nice and respectful, getting around to Larry wasn't easy. Then he interrupted me. "Mrs Treadwell, say what you have to say please, I am busy." "Please Mr Adcock, call me Blaine." Knowing he knew what I looked like, I wanted him to have a picture of the sweet, demure, beautiful wife of his employee. I heard an exasperated sigh. "Yes Blaine, what do you want?" I was losing this badly. "Mr Adcock, I need to speak very privately with you about Larry, may we meet please?" "Is this about the new promotion he is up for?" "Yes sir," I admitted. "Be at my house on Saturday morning, 9am, don't be late." He gave me the address, and before I could say another word, the phone clicked off. I was left with my phone in my hand looking at it stupidly. Then annoyance flooded me. How dare he talk to me like that, I'm not one of his shitty scared workers! I fumed to myself. Fortunately for me, Larry plays golf on a Saturday, but in light of the upcoming events maybe I wasn't so lucky? I had no idea of what I was walking into, the storm that would hit me, blowing me away like dust in a gale. Over the next two days I rehearsed everything, there would be no question about Larry I wouldn't be able to answer, or come up with one. Saturday morning I was ready, but I was also terrified if it all went wrong. Dare I take the chance. I decided at last that yes, I could. I dressed in a short skirt, no stockings; just bare tanned and toned legs, high heels even though I knew he was over 6ft easily. A little silk white top, face immaculately made up, hair fabulous. I would knock him dead; have him eating out of my hand. I got there right on time; I hesitated outside, took a deep breath, then rang the bell. My first shock was about to happen, the door opened and there was stood a tall, very well built young black man, and he was good looking of that there was no doubt, even I could see that. He bordered on beautiful. I know I stood there open mouthed, until he flashed me a huge toothy brilliant smile. "You must be Blaine, come on in." he stood to one side, and I went in. My fate was about to be sealed in the next thirty minutes or so. I managed to speak; I was agog looking at him. "I er, I'm here to Mr Adcock," I told him breathlessly. He seemed to know I was bashful, and unnerved by his presence. "Yes, well he isn't here but he has told me to speak with you, why you wanted to speak with him, and he told me to tell you that the decision made today will be final. And I can and will make it, is that clear Blaine?" he told me in an easy but forceful way. I must have looked like a soft pudding that had just been dropped to the floor. "Come with me," he said, and walked off, I staggered behind and into what was obviously a home office. He went behind the desk and sat in a huge black leather chair. "Sit," he told me. I obeyed, my chair was lower so I was looking up at him, the classic dominant position of a man in charge, I was already well intimidated. He picked up a sheet of paper from the desk, put it in an envelope, sealed it, reached for a stamp, fixed it and set it down again. "Now Blaine, what do you want to say to me and my father?" I lost my nerve completely and started blabbering, blurting everything out, I even ended up pleading before I had made my case. I hated myself for being so weak in front of a young man at least five or six years younger than I was. I ended up looking up at him with tears almost leaking from my eyes, I managed to bite them back, but I could see he knew I was a beaten woman. "You haven't done very well have you Blaine?" he asked evenly. "I was expecting more than that from the wife of a man who is desperate to be promoted. "I'm sorry," I bleated, "I was, am prepared but I didn't expect all this," and I waved my arm around. "You mean you didn't expect me Blaine?" he told me. "Yes, I'm sorry." "Stop saying you are sorry!" he raised his deep voice. Stupidly, I said, "I'm sorry," again. "What have you got to offer me Blaine?" "Offer you, what do you mean?" I asked quietly. "You are here trying to get your husband a position that you shouldn't be here trying to do, aren't you?" he said pointedly. "I just thought I could give you a different perspective, er, can I ask your name please?" I whispered, I was beaten. "Adam, Blaine, my name is Adam." I hadn't seen him rise from his chair somehow, suddenly he was behind me and his hands gripped my shoulders near my neck and began to massage me. "I er, oh, Ooooh," it already felt so good, I was as tight as a drum, and he was kneading me perfectly. "Please, you mustn't, oh, ah, Ooooh." I heard myself coo. "You are too tense Blaine, don't move okay?" he kept on, my eyes closed, and I stayed where I was. I had no idea I was already being seduced by the beautiful young black man behind me. "You need to make me an offer Blaine," he said hotly into my ear. "What do you mean Adam?" I asked him, out of my foggy brain. "You are a very beautiful woman, my father told me how beautiful you were, but he was wrong, you are more than that, you ooze sexy sex appeal too, don't you?" I've already said how I appreciate those kinds of words, and his hit the spot. "Thank you," I told him, and without thinking of what I was saying, I said, "you're not so bad yourself." "You are a desperate woman aren't you, for your husband to get the promotion ahead of Clarence, go on admit it, you are, aren't you Blaine?" His hands were sending me into bliss. "Yes Adam, I am," I replied dozily. "Are you desperate enough for this Blaine?" I had no inkling that he had come around to the front of me, I didn't feel his hands move, he was still massaging me. My eyes opened for some reason, and there before me was a cock, a black cock, a big black cock. I tried to jump away, but his hands kept me where I was. "Show me Blaine, show me just how desperate you are, or you can go, you can leave right now!" I just stared at the huge black member that was staring right back at me. "Touch it, hold it Blaine, show me your appreciation for the favour I am about to do you and your husband." "Please," I whispered almost brokenly, "let me go, I'm sorry I came, I shouldn't have." He stood back, leaned on the desk without a care in the world, and said. "Okay Blaine, clear off, go, don't come back, and I suppose you had better tell your Larry to look for another job, Clarence won't want him around will he? Not when he's running the show." That hit me like a ton of bricks, I hadn't achieved what I had set out to do, and I had now also lost Larry his job into the bargain. That's when I stopped myself; I looked up at him pleadingly. He cocked an eye brow; he knew what he was doing alright. He was forcing me now, forcing me to make a choice, when really there wasn't one. "Look at yourself you pathetic bitch, you waltz in here thinking you can flash your lovely eyes and tits, show me some leg, and I'll be eating out of your hand, well think again Mrs Treadwell, think again!" How stupid can one person be, I thought, I had been so confident in my approach, and now I had been brought down just like that! How had I manoeuvred myself into this position, but it wasn't me, it was him who had done the manoeuvring, backing me into an inescapable corner. Lowering my eyes, I whispered, "Will Larry be promoted?" "You can count on it Blaine, now get on with it!" It was an order plain and simple. I raised my hands and gathered his meat, it was more like a black salami sausage, and it was big too. Bigger than Larry's by a long way, it was at least an inch or two longer and half as wide again. I was now confronted by the much vaunted, 'big black cock!' His hand went to the back of my head and my lips met it. I checked out the head, it was like a peach, deep red, velvety, smooth, hot, and had power oozing from it. I allowed myself to kiss it, then some more. The man smell coming off him was scrambling my mind; his dominant personality was swamping me. My mouth opened obediently and I began to suck him off. I sucked long and hard, my eyes trailed down the thick veiny shaft to the base, where they fixed upon where it met its owner, thick black shiny curly hairs surrounded it and swept up his six pack to a taper at the navel. His skin was so dark, and cleanly lit up, as if transparent somehow. I am a woman, and despite being made to do what I was doing I couldn't help but admire the force above me, the power, the very dominance of him. I had never in my life been in a situation such as this. I had played at being submissive when it suited me to be so, but this was different, this was real, I was being submissive, and forcefully being made to be so. His hand at the back of my head guided me further and further on him, my lips pouting out when I slid off, and pinched when he slid me back on. I gave him my tongue as I slowly got into the role of his cock sucker. I do love giving head, it brings me great pleasure to bring my husband off that way, to feel the swell of it as it builds up to that moment of truth, when he can't hold back, he has to blast his cum out and I get the rewards, a big mouthful of hot spunk. That's when the first unexpected tingle in my nipples got me. I was so surprised that I went after the big prick. I was sucking even harder. My hand found his balls, I told myself to stop, but my hand took no notice what so ever. They felt and explored them, it was obvious after the first grope that they were big and full of his cum. I went into overdrive, forgetting I was being blackmailed into this. My pussy joined in then, that sent messages to my brain and the rest of my body that it was game on! I was heating up, I was now really going to be unfaithful to Larry, I had never regarded the two times before as unfaithful, they were just sex, and nothing more. But this, this was real, I was being thoughoughly turned on by another man, a black man, my husbands boss's son. I watched as my blond hair swung back and forth as my head bobbed in and out from him. Then he took over, he held my head in both hands and started to fuck my mouth, I was stationary, but his thick black prick hurtled in and out. The friction was almost burning my lips as I sucked and licked for all I was worth, waiting and then wanting him to cum for me, to shoot his load of black seed into me. My hands never left his balls, I caressed them, felt them, weighted them, lightly crushed them, all designed for the purpose of making him dump his hot seed where I now needed it. Then he stiffened, his hips gave one last thrust deep into me, I felt the head hit my tonsils and that viscous pump of cum hitting the back of my throat, then it was flooding me. I swallowed and gulped, I took it all, and every drop went down me. It was at that moment I suffered a sort of out of body climax that nearly killed me, it was the last thing I expected, if he hadn't had hold of me by the head I would have fallen to the floor. Adam finished his ejection of cum, and I dutifully looked up at him, he smiled at me, and I felt a pleasing wave of thanks wash over me. I was actually thanking him, for allowing me to pleasure him the way I had. "Blaine that was better than I could possibly have hoped for, you are a fantastic cock sucker, you really are." He told me. Inexplicably I beamed with pride; I also blushed at my inner feelings. Things had not gone my way today, not one bit. But I had just given, and had been given great pleasure. He put his hands on my shoulders and lifted me from the seat to stand in front of him. Then he pulled me to him and kissed me, I tried not to kiss back but it was hopeless, I had to, his tongue travelled around inside mine, and I joined battle as we kissed more and more, soon I was tight up to him all the way, close quarter kissing and loving. He pushed my hand down him, where I did what he wanted; I took a hold of his still half hard wet dripping prick and played with it. My pussy called out to me plaintively, it wanted what was in my hand. "No," I told myself, but I knew I was kidding myself, there was no way on this earth that I was going to get out of here without being fucked one way or another. "I just can't wait to get into you Blaine, if you fuck even only half as good as you suck, then I'm in for a great time." He told me breathlessly. There it was then, no permission needed, he wanted me, he was having me. "Come on," he said, and led me to the huge leather sofa against one wall. "Can we go to a bed please Adam?" I asked respectively. "No not today, next week yes, but today it's the sofa for you, you sexy beautiful bitch." "Please don't call me that, I don't like it." I told him "He grabbed me by the hair and spun me round. "You don't like it, you don't fucking like it," he yelled, close into my face, it made me wince in fear. "You'll do as you are told Mrs Fucking Treadwell, do you hear me?" He roared. "Yes, I'm sorry Adam," I whispered. "Good," he replied, "now, just to make sure we know where we stand, say after me, word for word!" And he pointed his finger at me. "I am a beautiful sexy bitch." "I am a beautiful sexy bitch," I repeated. "I am Adam's sex toy, and I am his bitch!" "I am Adam's sex toy, and I am his bitch!" "Good girl, now ask me to fuck you on the sofa!" "Please Adam, will you f..., er f... erm, fuck me on the sofa?" What I hadn't anticipated was the effect this was having on me, I was getting turned on more than I had for a long time. Then the most amazing thing happened, and nothing like this had ever happened to me in my life. He ripped my clothes from me, top, bra, skirt, pants, they all went in tatters, all I was left with were my shoes. I found myself flying backwards and down on to the sofa, Adam jumped me and sank his prick all the way up. My hands flopped above my head in surrender, my breath caught in my throat, my heart almost stopped. I heard a Arggggh! As he rammed his prick in me time and again, it was me. I had never been so filled by cock in all my life, I could feel his prick in every place I had, I was stretched to the extremes, his cock felt as if it were in my stomach, his body holding me where he wanted me, I struggled to adjust to him, but gradually I did, I knew no other prick could ever be as big or as strong as this black invader was. I got my legs up and I joined in, I was being railroaded like never before, his prick battering my cervix, I was filled out like a balloon. I turned my head and in the mirror across on the wall I saw him fucking me. I howled immediately as my first fuck orgasm hammered through me. Blacked? My pussy was literally dripping with anticipation. "Is she the type of lady that suits your requirements sir? I'm meaning a blond elegant beautiful one?" I was flabbergasted to hear that. "You've hit the nail right on the head Treadwell," he beamed looking at me. "But this one seems to be a bit of a slut, especially for black Treadwell, so I don't suppose she would suit you hey?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing my Larry was in cahoots with his boss, but only so far though. He obviously didn't know Mr Adcock was fucking his wife! "You are becoming an asset to me Treadwell," he said, "I'm glad you sussed out my main requirements to keep me happy." "Can I ask what she looks like sir, I'll check her out when she leaves." I heard Larry say. "Yes of course Treadwell," he said, as I slurped on his rock hard cock. "But I'll tell you what Treadwell, she actually has a real resemblance to your own wife, how about that!" He chortled. Larry laughed at that, and said. "Well if she does, you've picked a real one there sir." I was utterly shocked. I raised my eyes to him, not letting his prick out of my mouth I rolled my hands, saying' 'keep this going.' "What do you mean Treadwell, I don't really like to say this, but are you saying your wife is a bit of a goer, be careful what you say my man, do you think she may like black?" "Well sir, I think she may have hidden desires she hasn't told me about." "Well Treadwell, if I may be so bold, she is a classic blond beauty, the sort that would turn a black man on his head to get, especially me." I could have reached down the phone and strangled the bastard; my husband was talking about me like this to another man, to his boss even, even though I was powering his prick up. "I'm afraid my wife isn't of that nature sir, she's a one man woman." He said confidently. "Is she now Treadwell, are you really sure" he answered just as confidently, "why don't you ask her what she thinks about black, I have a feeling you may be surprised? Lots of blond women fantasise over being blacked, especially beautiful blond women, it's a well known fact." "Sir, just to please you I will broach the subject with her, see what she says okay?" "Yes Treadwell, you do that, and report to me first thing in the morning." "One question sir, are the best ones single or married?" A huge smile spread on Mr Adcock's face. "Oh they are married Treadwell, there's nothing better than having another mans beautiful blond wife on her knees in front of me." And he clicked the phone. He had me on the desk in seconds and was fucking me out of my mind in a heartbeat. This was new, It felt that every time with him was like the first time, the thrill of seeing a black man leaning over me, whilst he had me at his mercy was mind numbing, mind boggling, so powerfully addictive. I came in moments; his prick had the mojo on me that was for sure. My feet were over his shoulders; my nipples were totally flattened in his fingers. I cried out again in pain, and utter arousal, being dominated by him like this was, I was finding out, a heavenly experience. By the time he let me up I was broken in two, he had pounded me like no other man had ever done, even his virile son hadn't taken me to where I was right now. His son, I thought, what of him, where will he, where does he fit into this equation now? Without batting an eye after filling me to my eyeballs with his cum told me to go to the bathroom, clean myself up and leave, he had work to do, he said. I was disillusioned a little to say the least, I was hoping for a little tenderness from him. But I did as I was told. When I returned refreshed but battered, he kissed me, and said, "Be at my house Saturday morning by nine okay?" "Yes, I'll be there," I told him, I looked at my watch, it was only midday. He rang for the security man, and I waited. "Don't worry about your husband seeing you, he won't." He told me, the elevator opened and I entered and left. The black gorilla checked me out, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I thought to myself, 'I wonder what kind of big black donger he has?' And I almost giggled. When I got to my car I rang his house, and Alyssa answered as I hoped she would. I needed to know something about Mr Adcock, and Adam, nothing bad, just knowledge and I hoped she would fill in the blanks. After the hello's etc, I got down to my reason for calling, she told me to say nothing more and she would be waiting for me, should I want to go around there and then. I did! I arrived and she invited me in, saying. "Mrs Blaine, please remove your clothing." "Why," I asked, "I only want to talk." "This is the way it has to be, please remove your clothing." I was perplexed, but something told me it was this way or no way. I reluctantly did as she said. Then totally nake,d she told me to follow her. We walked into a room at the back of the house, when I entered I saw Adam stood there, and I could tell he wasn't happy. I knew Alyssa had told him I was coming and for why. "Are you trying to get something on me and my father Blaine?" was his pointed question. I stuttered and stammered, that wasn't it at all, but I could see his ire building. He walked to me grabbed my arm and pulled me to the back of one of the huge stuffed chairs. "Alyssa," he barked. She hurried forward and I felt my ankles being touched, then the tightening of rope. I was being tied to the chair feet. "Please Adam, I never meant anything, I just want to know you, that's all, I promise." The next thing ropes were attached to my wrists, I was in fear now, I knew I was in dead trouble. I glared at Alyssa for doing this to me, she just returned the sweetest smile. Adam pushed me down over the chair and Alyssa tied them off, I was helpless and I knew, wide open, to any form of sexual attack, or any other, the mind couldn't adjust to my situation. I wasn't to be disappointed! Adam reappeared in my line of vision, Alyssa disappeared from it. Then I felt such stinging slap on my rump, it shocked me rigid, then more, soon they were raining down on me with such rapidity they seemed to blend into each other. My tears were more than real, my begging for forgiveness total. I wept, I cried, beseeching to have it stop. Adam just looked at me and smiled shaking his head, oh how I hated him at that moment, and Alyssa too. Then it did stop, the pain and burning was mkore than I could bear. "Please Adam, I'm sorry, please don't, not any more, I will do whatever you want, what ever you tell me. I swear on my life, please?" I have never felt such total humiliation and sadness as I did that day. "And Alyssa?" he asked. "Yes Alyssa too, I promise, please ask her not to hit me anymore, please, please." I felt her soft warm hands begin to caress my aching hot burning buttocks; it was so so good, I wept for it. She must have fastened on a strap on dildo, because she struck with such sudden force I couldn't breathe, my breath gushed out of me. I'm sure I turned blue from the body splitting intrusion I suffered. Alyssa took me in both holes, one after the other, she didn't have to worry about cumming, or keeping her hard on, it was permanently fixed. And I got it forever, she was relentless, she took me past all my orgasms and into unknown territory. I know I passed out because I saw the room turning black around me. When my eyes opened I was laid on the sofa and all alone. After an age I managed to get to my feet, my clothes were there so I dressed. I found my way and half stumbled to the door at the front. A voice called me from the office. "Blaine, come here." Was all it said, I knew it was Adam. I went to him, I knew my place now in this hierarchy. "You called me Adam?" He just pointed to the floor, "get to it Blaine, you know what to do." I did, and I did. He got the best ever blow job a girl can do for a guy, his big black cock fitted my mouth perfectly now. The scene was set, he was the boss, I was the employee, to be directed and used as seen fit. He came and filled me with so much cum even I couldn't get it all down, it flooded from the corners of my mouth. I looked up at him fearfully wondering if I was in further trouble. He just smiled, patted my head and said, "Good girl." I beamed unrealistically with pride and grateful thanks. "My father has told you and your husband to talk about certain matters Blaine?" he said, I nodded my head, "and what will your response be to it?" "I will go forward and let him talk me into it sir, sir?" I'm calling him sir now! How I got home I don't know, my ass was on fire, and the orgasms Alyssa had forced out of me left me a complete wreck. For some reason Larry was late home, saying he had to work late, which I was glad about because I had a two hour soak in the hot tub. I felt relaxed and a lot better, but tired out. As we snuggled down into bed, I told him I had to confess something. "Whats that darling?" he asked. "Well, I was with Caroline today at her house, and she had another friend there who put on a DVD, and I was ytterly shocked Larry." "Why?" he said. "It was one of those porno things." "What about?" "A man and a woman," I told him. "Well they are quite common nowadays Blaine," he said. "Well maybe so," I said, "but this was different, it was about a black man and a blond woman, I was totally shocked Larry, I really was." I had a hold of his cock when I said that, and it jumped in my hand, it had excited him! "Larry, your dick jumped when I said that, do you like that sort of thing honey?" I asked already knowing the answer. But would he accept his wife doing it? I again already knew the answer to that too, maybe not now, but he would later, I would make him accept it. "Well Blaine, I have had the odd thought about such things, but not a lot." "Liar," I told him playfully, "your dick is rock hard already, and don't you dare tell me you have imagined me doing that?" I gave his little dick a hefty squeeze. I say little, compared to Mr Adcock's and Adams it was tiny. He groaned as I toyed with him. I went for the jugular, not knowing where it would lead. "Your boss Mr Adcock has leered and ogled me Larry, he is quite good looking, don't you think?" "Give over Blaine," he complained, "he's my boss!" "Yes," I said, leading him on, "I'm only saying that on the two occasions I met him, I got the definite look from him that men give me, you know how other men lust after me honey, and you know I only give myself to you." "Yes Blaine I know, and I'm comfortable with it too," then the question he couldn't stop himself from asking. "Are you sure about him Blaine, lusting after you?" "Oh yes Larry, I know when a man has the hots for me, especially a black one." There it was out in the open. And before he could respond, I said. "You know that as I am what people call a classic blond, that I attract powerful black men such as your boss darling." His dick got more squeezes. He groaned and wriggled in my grasp. I could make him cum if I wanted to, but not yet, oh no, not yet. "Why," I said salaciously, "I'll bet he's even mentioned such things to you. He is that kind of man isn't he, forward and direct, and you're his top man now. He must confide in you." Larry's hips jumped at that, he was getting turned on more and more. I was teasing him mercilessly. "Blaine," he groaned softly. "Larry Treadwell, are you trying not to tell me he has mentioned me to you!" I strafed his cock with my hand then stopped mid strike. "He has hasn't he, he has told you he would like to see me, to have me, go on Larry, tell me that's not the truth! GO ON TELL ME! I shouted. "Oh Blaine," was all I got, it was all I needed, my husband had just dug the hole he would fall into. "Come on, I want to know what he has said," I was making it up now. "What has he said he would like to do with me, your beautiful blond wife, the classic blond beauty Larry, tell me or you will go to sleep without this being used?" And I tugged on his little dick. "Yes Blaine alright, he has mentioned you to me." "I knew it, so your boss has the hots for your wife, now what are you going to do about it, what if he says he wants me and if you don't agree, you may have to look for alternative employment?" I said, I was turning my own forced seduction and blackmail on my husband. He thought for quite a while on that one, I could see the wheels turning, and then I turned the screw. "You know you won't get a better or as well a paid a job as this one Larry." "I've already run that one through my head Blaine, but I couldn't possibly agree to such a thing, it wouldn't be right." "Oh and I don't get a say don't I?" "He's my boss Blaine, we can't." I was already on the homeward run, the race was nearly over, and I would be the victor. I knew Larry had no chance against me. I would get what I wanted. "Listen to me Larry Treadwell, just for the sake of letting him at me just once, you are prepared to jeopardize all we have worked for? Well I'm not, and I won't, if he wants me, he can have me. I'm not giving up all we have worked for just because of one fuck!" Without letting him answer me, I forced him right over on his back and started jacking him off, whispering in his ear. "Imagine me in your head Larry, I'm with Mr Adcock and he having me, he 's on top of me fucking me, imagine me Larry screaming under him, go on think of him, his black hulk over me, fucking your loving classic blond beautiful wife." Larry exploded like never before, I have never in all these years seen him cum like that. I spent a long time loving my man then, letting him swim in his own mind about me and his boss. "Go to sleep now baby," I told my husband. "I love you," "I love you too Blaine, I really do." In the morning we were okay, but there was a little tenseness in the air. He went to work and I rang Mr Adcock. I told him what had transpired, and suggested, I was wary now of telling him or Adam what to do, that, he could 'chat' with my husband and see where it led. He thanked me for that and told me I had done very well. I felt a pleasure for that remark. I knew Larry had never been unfaithful to me, never once. And don't say I really know that, I do! Well now I really was being unfaithful to him and in a big way too, and to top it all, I was loving my demise, my submissions, being made to do what they told me to do. And even Alyssa had been brought in to it now, I was to be used as and when by her and I would submit to the exquisite Philippine little girl like woman. That night Larry was quiet, he talked but never said anything really, but I surmised, and rightly as it turned out that something had happened at work. We went to bed and I snuggled up, grabbing his little cock. "You are quiet Larry, what is it, what's happened, tell me," I said, and squeezed and struck his burgeoning dick. He took a deep breath, and began speaking slowly and softly as I played the tune on his bow. "I half mentioned the fact that you had seen a DVD about pornographic material to Mr Adcock." "And he knew immediately what you were alluding to?" I interjected squeezing as I went. "Yes he did." He said, I went under the covers and sucked. "Go on Larry," I said between deep breaths, "tell me what he said, what he wants, what it will cost you!" "If I may say Blaine, you seem to be quite into this, you are getting excited aren't you?" "No more than you Larry, no more than you!" I answered between gulps of his cock. "But Blaine, it's obvious to me after talking to him, that he wants to use a beautiful blond, that was the picture I got from him." "Yes Larry, I think we've established that, but is it me he's after simply because he has you at his feet?" It was getting too much for him I could tell that, he was exasperated, nonplussed, not sure of himself anymore, I was gradually sending him the way he wanted, but didn't want to go. "Blaine, he told me you were just about the most intoxicating woman he had ever met." "And what else Larry, what else?" "Wel, er, he er, he erm said that, er if he ever got the chance to meet you privately, he would make you a very happy woman, and me a very grateful man. I'm not sure what he meant by that Blaine." "Come on Larry, its pretty obvious to me what he meant, did he say he wanted to take things further, or are they stalled now. I am guessing that he's leaving it up to you. For you to make the decision for yourself, and of our own future." I got out of bed and put on the DVD that my friend had loaned me. "Watch Larry, this is what its all about, and what has got you so excited, and don't tell me I'm wrong, don't you dare lie to me!" I told him. I had preset the timing, and it came on just in time to see the black man forcing his prick into the lovely blond lying before him. He began a decimation of her, banging her to hell and back. I retook Larry's cock and said, "Now Larry, tell me you don't like it!" I crushed his cock, worked it up and down, and asked. "Is that me and Mr Adcock Larry, is it, is it how you see him banging me the same way, Hmmm? Just look at his thing Larry, can you, have you imagined him doing me like this too Larry, have you? Go on Larry tell me, tell me!" I shouted at him, frenziedly zipping up and down his cock with my hand. "Oh Blaine, oh god, Hmmmm," then he came, shouting "yes, yes, yes, it's how I see you, oh Jesus," his cum spouted upwards and fell on his chest. I smiled, game over, all I had to do now was let Larry arrange for me to be fucked and blacked by his boss. My pussy drooled and flooded. When we had recovered, I said, "Wow Larry, I had no idea you wanted to see me with another man, especially a black man, and especially not your black boss, the man who holds our future in his hands." I was tightening the screws. "I'm sorry Blaine; I just feel under so much pressure at work, it seems to be building all around me. I know he wants you, I've seen it too. But I'm not real sure, yet," he added. That one word, 'yet' was all I needed to deliver the coup de gras. "But Larry, if a one time meeting between me and him settles things, then we would be home and dry. I don't particularly like the idea either," I lied, "but if we end up in easy street, then," I took a deep breath for his benefit, "I'll do it, for you, for me, and for our future, what do you think?" I said as I swallowed his wet cock and jammed a finger into his ass. "Okay Blaine, I'll bring it up tomorrow and we'll see what he says." Trying to get him fully engaged and feeling he would be in control of the situation, I deviously said. "Will you want to be there Larry," I asked sweetly, "will you want to watch him banging me with his black cock, hmmmm?" His little prick stiffened again, wow, I thought, he really is getting excited about this. I got on him and gave him a good seeing to, and I actually came myself too. But before he could reply to anything, I told him. "Lets go to sleep darling, I'll leave everything to you, you and him can make arrangements, when and where etc. And I'll go with the flow." I had no idea that the 'flow' would wash me away. The next morning he was a bit sheepish, but I sent him on his way with a loving kiss, and a promise that I would be okay with whatever he decided. I sat by the phone all day. Then at about 3 in the afternoon I got a call, it was from Mr Adcock. "Blaine, I don't what you've done to him, but he's practically offered you to me. You should see the excitement in his face." I laughed, and said. "Mr Adcock, you aren't the only one with a quick and perceptive mind, sir." I offered. "No Blaine, but we both know who is who, don't we?" This was said with a small warning behind it. "Yes sir, we do." I said quickly. Blacked? "Right Mrs Treadwell, I have been thinking," he said, "I've told your husband that I'm inviting you both over for the weekend, don't bring anything, it's all here. Be here by 7pm sharp. And Mrs Treadwell, do not question anything at all once you are here, stand by and do as I tell you, got it?" "Yes sir, exactly," I answered meekly, 'he really does have it over you doesn't he Blaine,' I asked myself. That night Larry came in, I could tell he was dying to get it off his chest. I didn't help him, I wanted him to feel he was running with this. "Blaine," he said, "Rodney has invited us over to his house for the weekend. I've told him I'll ask you and get back to him tomorrow." There it was, the deal was done, I would be getting all the black cock and black body I could handle for all the weekend, and my husband would be there to see it! I had to draw a breath then, who was I now, what had I become? I was sure I still loved my husband, well maybe not like before, but I didn't recognise this new me. I certainly wasn't the woman I used to be. I had changed irrevocably into a lover of black cock, skin, and body. And I also have to admit, I quite liked it when Alyssa had a hold of me too. This was something alien to me, but it seemed to fit into who I was, or what I was becoming. I dressed like I know I can dress, I looked and felt terrific. My mind had been focussed all day on being rodded by my husband's boss, and the thought of him being there watching excited me even more. I actually took my husband on the living room floor the moment he came home. He didn't have a choice; I was on him in a flash! We arrived and was greeted by Alyssa who looked as alluring as a woman can, I almost felt a little jealous when she made a fuss of Larry. She led us into the main sitting room; I made pretence of how wonderful it all was, pretending I had never seen any of it. The evening wore on, Alyssa was the perfect hostess, chatting to Larry a lot, giving me my time with Mr Adcock. "Call me Rodney my dear," he told me while blatantly fondling my ass in front of Larry, whose face changed a bit when he saw it, but it was too late now, he was in, and in he was staying in. I began to wonder when the action would start when Rodney took Larry off somewhere, leaving me with Alyssa; she came to me, took me in her arms and kissed me. It felt a little incongruous to be treated like this by a much smaller woman, but I accepted her position over me. I daren't do anything else less Rodney disapproved. She made me sit in an armchair where she straddled me and attacked my nipples with her fingers, and my neck with her lips. God she knows how to work me up, I thought. I was getting hot and bothered, and then Rodney came back. "Come on you two, I'm ready, and Blaine, get with the programme okay?" I had no idea what he meant, but nodded my head in obeyance. He led us upstairs, Alyssa had my ass in her hand, we entered a room and there in the middle against a wall was a huge king sized bed. The room was massive, furniture all over, and then my eyes came to rest on Larry. He was naked and tied into one of those chairs that when you press a button, the head goes back and the foot comes up. Rodney went and stood over him, and said. "Well Larry my boy, its show time, your wife is mine tonight, even you are mine, I own you boy, from now on I own you!" Larry just gaped at him, how had Rodney talked him into this? He turned to me and swept me into his arms, kissing me, he said. "Now Mrs Treadwell, your husband is about to find out what a beautiful sexy blond looks like swinging off a big black prick, does that excite you?" I could feel it sticking into me. I stared at Larry, and I saw his little cock twitch. I decided to play along. Looking up at Rodney, I said. "Sir I have never felt so excited in my life, I can't wait for it sir, I'm yours, do what you want with me, what you like, I give in sir, I give in." He smiled at me, kissed me, his hands roaming all over. I looked across at Larry, he was squirming now. "Alyssa, gag him now." Rodney said. Larry tried to resist but she got the little ball gag in, and all you could hear were tiny muffled protests. Then Rodney started as he meant to go on. My clothes were torn from me, he just ripped them right off, I got thrown on the bed where Alyssa dived on me and held me while Rodney calmly and nonchalantly removed his clothes, keeping his back to Larry until he too was naked. Alyssa was having her fun while she could, her fingers were in my pussy, her mouth clamped to my nipples. I just watched as I saw Rodney's huge cock grow, it was stood out at 90 degrees, then he turned and let Larry see it, he walked over and said to him. "Well Larry boy, I'll bet you never expected me to have this diddy ole thing did you, hmmm?" Larry's face drained, but mine didn't, mine got animated, knowing where it would be very soon. "I'm not sure Larry," he said to him, "that once your beautiful sexy blond wife has had this, that she'll want your puny little thing any more, do you?" He left him there, I didn't really like the disparaging remarks, but hell, who was I to moan about things? He got on the bed making sure Larry had a good view and nodded to Alyssa who got off and went to sit next to Larry on a seat. "Now," he said to me smiling, knowing, "shall we fuck Mrs Treadwell?" I beamed up at this god of a man and said, "yes sir, lets, I can't wait," I knew Larry could hear every word, he was real close by and had full view of me and his boss. He got over me, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and readied himself. "Ready?" he turned and said to Larry. Alyssa had a hold of his little cock and it was hard, I smiled at him as he watched stunned as his boss's cock slid into my gaping, sopping wet pussy. I had to scream out such was the utter feeling of sexual bliss swamping me. He kicked of with a tremendous brutal attack on me. I bounced around like a rag doll under him. But it was all controlled aggression, I loved it. Orgasms were hitting me from all sides, all aided and abetted by having my helpless husband right there watching this black god take and defile his wife. Alyssa played her part she was fingering his ass and jacking him off, I could hear her talking to him. "How does it feel Larry seeing your wife getting fucked like this by a real man, not one with a puny little dick like you have, just look at that black meat slicing her in two. Listen to her moaning, squealing, groaning and cumming as he fucks her with a real cock." I heard a funny grunt and looked over in time to see him cum for her. He was as turned on as I had ever seen him. I forgot everything then, the thick black pussy pounder in me took over, my mind went blank, but my body didn't, I exploded and blew up, I heard myself crying out in ecstasy, rejoicing in the cock that was cleaving its way in and out of my now well and truly black cock loving pussy. Larry would never fit me again after this. I didn't even know he had stopped, I came to, to find him looking down on me, I could feel jism squashing between my legs where his cum had been forced out of me by his rodent like cock burying its way into my wonderfully beaten body. I gazed up at him in awe. I think we both knew then that this was the game changer, he had me. I knew, and he knew it too. I wondered if Larry did. And more to the point what would he think now having seen his wife ridden out of her head, begging and screaming, cumming none stop, arms and legs tight around her black lover. The man, who had beaten him to the post of my loving life. The man, who had just taken his loving wife in more ways than one. As I gathered my senses more and more, and Rodney continued to lay claim to me more and more. I wondered if some sort of compromise could be reached. I knew I couldn't give this up now; this blond beauty was hooked on black big style, full tilt, all the way. But I don't think I wanted to lose Larry. Rodney lay down on his back and indicated to me what he wanted, a 69! He got it, no further request was needed. I kept my eyes on Larry as I wrapped my lips around the cum laden head of his masterful black prick. I felt Rodney's tongue on my ass and then dipping in. Oh heaven, heaven. I saw Alyssa's knees appear and then my nipples got captured, this spurred me on to greater and greater heights to please my man. His tongue in my ass, his fingers doing my clit, her finger tips ruining my nipples, the black sperm whale in my mouth all contrived to blast me into another unknown orbit. What the hell Larry thought about I could only guess at, but while I knew he was unable to join in, I also knew he was turned on. Possibly by his own helpless predicament, and my utter capitulation to the black stallion under me. And Alyssa having her way with him, and now me. That's how the weekend went, Larry was kept tied up one way or another, Alyssa saw to his needs, fed and watered, bathed and cleaned, nothing was too much trouble. And she also made sure he got his share of enjoyment by teasing him mercilessly, not allowing him to cum. Then giving in, making him squeal in pain and lustful ejaculation. Rodney made sure I was got in every hole, made to worship him from my knees in front of my hapless husband, made to beg to be screwed. Having Alyssa fuck me in the ass. Alyssa spanked me too, I cried to be set free, yet feared that I would be. Then on the Sunday afternoon before Larry was released, he made me tell him how much better he was at loving and fucking me. That I would always need black prick now. But I think Larry had got that particular message. And I would be at his beck and call whenever he demanded. He made Larry agree too. So that was the done deal, I belonged to my husbands boss, I really was his sex toy and plaything, and Larry still didn't know about Adam. The next two weeks were a swirl of time and motion, I didn't know where I was, and dreamland was a good place I thought. I never knew who was going to get or have me. Rodney, Adam or Alyssa, this kept me on my toes. I didn't have time for Larry, but, bless him, he settled for hand or blow jobs. He had found out that his little cock in me was like a willow tree in a gale, no where. After the third week I was called to Rodney's office, he battered me over his desk, he went at me like never before, there was cum every where when he had finished, from me and from him. Then he told me without any preamble that it was over, he had had his fun. I was to go and clean up in his bathroom go, and never come back. I was so astounded I just stood there, this was the last thing I expected. He called his security guard, he came up and took me out, we entered the elevator and started the ride down. I was mortified, I couldn't speak. When got to the basement, he hooked his arm through mine and pulled me to what was obviously his living abode, a basement apartment. He dragged me into what appeared to be his sleeping quarters; he threw me on to his bed. I screamed, he just laughed. "Scream all you like Mrs Treadwell, my uncle won't mind." "You're uncle?" I asked fearfully. "Yes Mr Adcock, he knows where you are, he told me I could have you for a while." "Have me," I screamed. "Yep, those were his exact words," he gruffed. Then he started to remove my clothing, I struggled, shouted and screamed, it was useless, he just kept smiling at me. Holding me down with one hand, my clothes were systematically removed no matter what I did to prevent it. When I was near naked and also nearly exhausted, he swiftly undressed himself. The first thing I saw was his 'donger' the one I had sniggered to myself about. It was enormous, heavy, hard, thick, black and oh so long. I nearly fainted at the sight of it. "Now," he told me, "let's see if my uncle is right about you Mrs Treadwell." "Right about me?" I wailed, "please, let me go, please?" I begged. "Yes, he told me," ignoring my pleas, "he believed that you could take a real mans prick, my prick!" And with that he lowered himself over me, there was no escape, no redemption, only him. "Get hold of it Mrs Treadwell, get me nice and hard for you, so I can show you what a black cock really means to a beautiful blond slut like you, DO IT!" I don't know how, but my hands encircled it, it grew right there, soon the massive black phallus was in the ready to go mode. I just lay back in utter fear as he rose above me, the hard, soft, thick, smooth, tender tool was in my grasp, both hands holding it in front of my sopping pussy. What was I to do? I did the only thing I could, I pointed it at me, felt the head rest against my pussy lips and let go. I held my breath, I was still slick and sloppy from being rammed by Larry's boss, and there was nothing I could do now to prevent the absolute raiding of my body. The huge tennis ball sized head pushed against me, I felt myself giving way to the pressure exerted by it. Then 'pop' it was in, I had the feeling that my whole body was about to be halved in two. He was surprisingly gentle, I suppose he knew there was no way I could stop him having me. "Go with it Mrs Treadwell, you know you can." He said softly in my ear. I began to relax, he was right, the only way was to let it happen. I did, and I started on a journey to end all journeys. He worked his huge black prick into me, the weight of his big muscular body was keeping me in place. Eventually I felt him bottom out, all of him was in me, and I swear his prick was actually in my womb. Then this man mountain began his systematic fucking of me, all the way out, all the way in. After some time he must have decided that I was ready and off he went, huge pounding strokes, his thick gigantic black cock bursting back and forth. My legs were now spread far and wide and high over his back. I suddenly realised that this is what black fucking was about. This was true black fucking. He built me up and set off with me hanging on. His crushing thrusts only served to deepen my descent into debasement, I was being beautifully defiled, wonderfully blacked for ever. Never again would I want a puny white cock. My husband would be cast aside to only earn the odd hand job, even a BJ was no longer in thoughts. "Now Mrs Treadwell, tell me how you feel. I believe you have become a black cock slut, my black cock slut, am I right Mrs Treadwell, hmmmm?" "Yes, yes, yes," I bleated, "yes I am, I am your black cock slut, god help me but I am!" This is what I knew now I needed and must have, somehow this huge black cocked gorilla would have be a part of my life. And if he wanted babies, then babies he would have!