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Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 01

By: LeMondial



To my loyal readers: Several of you have asked me to do a story about the young couple whom I have mentioned in passing in more than one story. There are certain elements of this story that are absolutely true, and others that are the result of reasonable guesses on my part. In any case, I hope you enjoy! 

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She heard the pop of her ankle a scant second before feeling the pain. And just like that, her day hike with her husband Mark was over. He helped her limp back to their Subaru, and packed ice around her delicate right foot. By the evening, her ankle was swollen three times its normal size. A trip to the orthopedic clinic the next day, and the verdict was rendered -- she would be off her feet for three weeks minimum.

That was how Laura came to be stuck at home in their two-story colonial across the street from Jack and Maggie Lambeau. She was bored out of her skull two days into the convalescence. Her leg was propped up and as she couldn't easily get up and down the stairs, she spent a good deal of time looking out the window. After another day or so, she began to notice the black guy coming regularly to Maggie's. He had a confident swagger and a familiarity with the house, which she found curious. Every time she had seen him now at their place, he let himself in without knocking.

Once during the second week, she looked up mid day from her web surfing and saw him leaving, As he stood in the doorway, he kissed Maggie deeply and ran his big dark hands inside her lacy transparent white negligee, then cupped her breasts and belly. Laura's face reddened and her jaw dropped as she noticed two things. First, that Maggie had nothing at all on under the negligee, and secondly that she was very obviously pregnant, maybe 3 or 4 months along. She could clearly see Maggie's pale skin outlined through the sheer covering and it was easy to see the tummy bulge, and her obviously swollen breasts and nipples, now taut and long from the black man's continued caress.

As the large muscular man backed away, Maggie made no effort to cover her near nakedness. Instead she leaned wistfully back against the doorframe, and blew the man a kiss as he walked toward his black Escalade. Even from across the street, Laura could see something glistening on Maggie's right leg, like a clear liquid. As she continued to stare, more of the liquid seemed to leak from between Maggie's legs, turning from thick white to translucent as it ran down her leg. Maggie waved happily as the car backed out of their drive.

Laura was so shocked and transfixed that she dropped her iPad to the floor and leaned forward to the window to get a better view. Forgetting her injury and confused at what she was seeing, she stepped forward to the window.

The pain of putting weight on her ankle was so sharp that she slammed hard against the window to brace herself and let out a shrill cry. It must have been that, she thought later, that drew Maggie's attention to her. Maggie looked up from her front porch, casually gathered the folds of her negligee together and waved cheerily up at her. Laura was so dumbfounded that she backed away from the window, and slumped back into her reading chair, just shaking her head in disbelief. She squeezed her eyes together, willing the whole incident away.

She and Mark were new in the neighborhood, having just moved in a few months previous, and she didn't want to become entangled with any weirdness with the neighbors. She and Mark were both just 27 - her birthday was just a month earlier and she felt lucky to have the big house in the quiet suburban neighborhood after only 7 years of marriage. Laura was a perky natural redhead, short and slender at 5 feet 4 inches and 120 pounds. Her husband Mark was nerdy but she described him as being "cute in a 'Woodie Allen' way," and at 5 feet 6, was a perfect match for her in size. They were so well matched in so many ways, that she even dismissed his nerdy personality and his lack of sexual skills -- she had never had an orgasm with him -- as being part of the price she paid for having a good husband with a generous income.

She had put both her degree in Sociology and her healthy looks to good use in the public relations job she had at the University. She invariably wore short skirts or dresses with hemlines a good four to six inches above her knees these days, and heels tall enough to elongate her stature and accentuate her healthy calves and thighs. Although she was an awkward, nerdy teen who attended a Catholic girl's school, and Mark was the first and only man she had ever been with sexually, she was at long last beginning to feel she was in her sexual prime.

If she had thought to consider when and where the transformation from nerd to 'hottie' had begun, it was probably at the same time as her being hired in her current job. At her initial interview with Dr. Raymond Jackson, the Dean of Humanities at a Historically Black College a few minutes from their home, she had dressed provocatively, with an extra short skirt, and sheer panties. She thought that as a white girl, she might need to give herself an edge over other candidates, so she made sure he got a few peeks at her pink slit, freshly waxed for the occasion. She noticed he had gotten a few good looks, whenever she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and that he stared quietly but intently for several seconds each time.

She was unsure why she did this, but the interview left her feeling excited, and incredibly sexy. That night, she practically attacked Mark in bed, and was the hottest sex they had ever had, before or since.

She was in the new job 4 months now, and well liked by everyone, especially the Dean, a 50'ish black man, and he seemed genuinely interested in her as a person, which flattered her. He would stop in her office at least a few times a day with an encouraging word, a little shoulder massage, a gentle touch here or there, or even a personal one-to-one session. Often, when they were sitting close in an intense discussion, he would often put a hand on her knee or lightly massage her thigh to emphasize a point. Once last week, while he patted her thigh encouraging her work, his hand seemed to slide accidentally up under her skirt and linger there, but flustered, and self-conscious, she pushed his hand away and clenched her thighs tightly together.

Dr. Jackson was becoming more flirtatious, and although it made her feel funny inside and lately perhaps even a little turned on, she was still basically a good Catholic girl, too naive to make anything of it. Anyway, she told herself, she loved Mark, and black men were certainly not interesting in a sexual way; she had always been taught this growing up, and that became sort of an unwritten rule for her.

Now, as she stripped to take a bath before hobbling downstairs to start some dinner for herself and Mark, she looked at her body appraisingly in the bathroom mirror on the back of the door. Although she was outwardly reserved, she was not unhappy with what she saw reflected back at her from the full length mirror and was often excited by her own nakedness, pressing her palms against her breasts or brushing against the light ginger bush covering her mons as the wax job had grow out in the three months she had been in the new job.

Her petite frame was well proportioned, with size 34A breasts, perky up-tilted pink nipples running down to a slender waist, a nicely padded ass, and healthy legs. She had pale, almost porcelain white, freckled skin so typical of a redhead, and her hair framed her heart shaped face. Her deep blue eyes spoke of mystery and depth, and twinkled with a hint of mischief. Turning her back to the mirror, she slapped her ass saucily, winked at reflection and thought to herself, "You got it going on, girl!"

She climbed into the tub, careful to keep her ankle which was encased in a soft cast, propped on the side of the tub, and she sank into the sudsy water. Her legs were apart, and she thought back on what she saw earlier that day. Her hand unconsciously slipped between her legs and with her eyes closed, she began, with her middle and forefinger to run her hand dreamily up and down the lips of her vulva, and around her now-aroused clit. She started out thinking of Mark and his cute, pale white body, but as her thoughts drifted, her imagination turned unbidden to Dr. Jackson, and that made her inexplicably aroused. Her nipples pushed out and grew in size reflecting her arousal. She moved her hands from her mons to her breasts, and tugged on her nipples, twisting them lightly. Then, without any understanding of why, she began to think of that man she saw repeatedly across the street with her neighbor.

As she replayed the encounter between Maggie and the black guy in her mind, she became even more aroused. With her eyes closed, she could still see his dark skin against Maggie's, possessively running his hands all over her body as though she was his woman. Interwoven with this was the sudden memory of Dr. Jackson's hand sliding under her short skirt and the funny feeling it gave her.

She closed her eyes, and recalled how lovingly Maggie ran her hand over the guy's crotch, and down his leg. Clearly, Laura thought, Maggie must have been touching his penis. Judging by the distance her hand travelled down his leg, it must have been a pretty huge penis, she thought. Involuntarily, her mouth began to water as the thought rattled around in her brain.

She liked thinking about the things that men had between their legs and she had even kissed and sucked her husband once, but his was sure small compared to Maggie's friend. Imagining how big the black guy's thing must have been excited her and she began to breathe faster as she massaged her pussy in the warm bath. In the back of her brain, she remembered another cheerleader on her high school squad talking about having sex with one the guys on the football team, a huge black boy, and how her friend had raved about how big he was and how many times she came. She thought that was sinful, and certainly never explored that herself, but kept the knowledge filed away in the back of her memory in case it should ever be useful.

Running her fingers faster and faster over her clit, she remembered the look of passion on Maggie's face and what she now knew had to be the man's cum leaking out of her pussy. Again the image of Dr. Jackson's dark hand on the white skin of her thigh came unbidden to her and suddenly, with a sharp gasp, her body stiffened and her pussy and thighs shook with deep orgasm. Her back contracted lifting her into a sitting position as the aftershock of her climax continued to wrack her body.

Exhausted by the intensity of her climax, she fell back heavily making a splash that sloshed around the tub, and her foot, soft cast and all plopped into the tub. "Oh damn it," she thought, knowing that she would have to dry the cast with a hair dryer.

That night in bed, she told her husband what she had seen across the street in a short, breathless narrative. She had her leg slightly elevated and only had on panties and a tee top instead of the modest long flannel PJs she normally wore. Mark told her this did not surprise him and that Jack had explained to him a couple weeks earlier that Maggie and he had an open marriage. He explained that the black guy, whose name was Marcus was actually Maggie's lover. Laura's eyes widened as she looked across at Mark, smacked him on the chest and said, "What the heck! When were you going to tell me about this?"

Mark just shrugged and continued, "Yeah, it was the day I went over to borrow some gas for the mower. He told me about it and he even asked whether we played or were interested in interracial swinging."

Laura shook her head, and blurted out, "Oh my God. What the hell did you tell him?"

Mark shrugged and replied, "I told him no way! He just told me 'no problem', and even loaned me some interracial DVDs. I have them downstairs in the office." Actually, Mark had and Jack had discussed how to interest Laura in interracial, but he was too embarrassed to admit it to Laura.

Mark noticed her eyes opening a little wider, which he knew was a signal of her arousal she gave off unknowingly. She exclaimed in a shocked voice, "Mark! What the hell? Have you watched any of them?"

He grinned sheepishly and said that yes, he had seen several of them, and they were pretty intense. She crossed her arms, and said, "Mark Steven Taylor, I am shocked at you. Watching that kind of stuff. That's terrible!"

Massaging her thigh, he took a gamble and said, "Hey honey, chill! Come on, why don't we watch some? You might be surprised. It might spice things up."

Without knowing why, perhaps a side effect of her nightly pain pill, perhaps because his hand on her thigh reminded her of something, she shrugged and said, "OK, I guess. You said they were interracial or something?"

She had never seen anything more erotic than "Desperate Housewives" before, and certainly nothing with black and white partners together, but somehow the idea appealed to her after the remembrance of her intense climax earlier in the day.

Surprised but interested in anything that could turn her on, Mark brought the sizable pile back up to the bedroom, sorted through them and popped one into the player.

As they sat close to each other on the bed, they watched the DVD. Mark reached over and began to rub her pussy through her pink cotton panties. She in turn had reached inside and put her hand inside to stroke his erection through his pajama bottoms. By the time the clip finished they were both hot for sex. There was no foreplay; they were both very aroused. His wife rolled her panties down her thighs and kicked them off, then lifted her tee shirt up over her head and lying back with her legs open. Mark stood up and quickly stepped out of his pajama bottom before positioning himself between her thighs. The sight of her pussy, swollen with desire, her pale thighs opened invitingly made him incredibly hard. His 5 inches stuck out proudly.

He slid his hardness into her drenched and soft pussy, As he began to pump his little penis into her, she hooked her uninjured thigh over his leg to draw him deeper into her and hold him there. Mark had been watching many of Jack's DVDs and was fantasizing about beautiful white wives and black lovers. He loved the contrast between their skin, and the strength of the black lovers with willing and receptive white women.

Mark knew something about these videos that he wanted Laura to discover for herself. Like all the DVDs his neighbor had loaned him, these were not professionally produced, but homemade videos with regular wives and their lovers. He knew that some of them actually had women from the neighborhood in them, and a half dozen featured their neighbor Maggie, who was unbelievably hot in bed with her black lover, whom Jack had told him was a former pro football player. Mark had experienced huge orgasms masturbating while watching her in bed with her lover, and he was curious to know what Laura's reaction would be.

Laura ground her hips against Her husband as she lay on her back, looked over and continued to watch the DVD with a mixture of shock and fascination. There was something familiar about the woman in the video. She looked a lot like the middle-aged blond who lived on the next block, but that couldn't be she thought to herself.

Mark knew for certain that it was indeed one of their neighbors, for Jack had told him that a group of married couples in the area enjoyed interracial swinging together and had invited him and Laura to become participants. They had been talking about a number of topics in the weeks since Mark and Laura had moved in, and in one conversation. Mark had admitted that his and Laura's sex life had been pretty vanilla and he almost wished Laura could be more of a 'hotwife' like Maggie. Jack loaned him a couple dozen DVDs that he and other husbands had recorded, suggesting that Mark see for himself how hot this was. Mark had been watching them over and over and now the fantasy of seeing Laura with a black lover had become extremely erotically charged for him.

This first DVD they viewed together was dimly lit, obviously taking place in a real bedroom, the same style house as hers, and probably recorded by the woman's husband. The black man was very well endowed, but he certainly was not overly handsome and she was just a housewife -- plain looking, a little plump in the hips and with small breasts. What Laura reacted to was that it was obvious her orgasms were very definitely real. She was to climaxing almost continuously throughout the sex as her back lover male pinned her legs with his forearms and fucked her furiously. He came after fifteen minutes of hot, sweaty fucking, and she lay there sobbing.

The husband came from behind the camera, and over to the bed thinking her to be in pain but she was actually sobbing with happiness, rambling on about she had never had orgasms like that. That was a moment of awakening for Laura who had never had even a single orgasm with Mark. Inside, a secret line had been crossed and she knew at some subconscious level she wanted this experience for herself!

As Mark fucked her with quick, shallow strokes, her eyes were open wide and staring at the screen. The contrast of the man's black skin against the woman's white flesh; the power of his black shaft penetrating the white woman repeatedly; and the black dominance and white submission were especially erotic for Laura who was seeing real interracial sex for the first time.

Daring to draw Laura into his fantasy, he whispered, "Don't you wish that it was you being fucked in that video?" As he thrust hard and excitedly into her, Mark said softly, "You'd like that big, hard, black cock, wouldn't you?"

Her inhibitions lowered by the pain pill, and the need to cum, Laura replied even without being aware of it, "Oh God. No, no. Oh Y-Y-Yes....yes, yes . God, yes... YES!" She responded meeting his thrusts with excitement.

Laura continued to look away from Mark, and over at the TV screen and clung onto his neck as he continued to fuck her. The taut, muscular bottom of the black male pounding between the thighs of the white female made her wild. Forgetting Mark, she imagined that it was her lying underneath him; that it was her who was receiving his hard thrusting cock; that it was her screaming in ecstasy, climaxing again and again. Mark came too quickly as usual, and breathing heavily rolled off of her and fell quickly asleep before she could cum.

Later than night, while Mark was asleep she slipped her hand inside her panties, and closed her eyes as she brought herself to another orgasm fantasizing about a black male lover taking possession of her. The images in her head alternated between Dr. Jackson, the black man in the DVD, and Marcus, the man she saw across the street. Silently, she wondered what had come over her, thinking about these things. Why was she getting excited about black men? It was crazy; she had no interest in black men at all she told herself. Embarrassed, she squeezed her eyes tightly, forcing the images from her head and fell into a troubled sleep.

The next day, she woke a little groggy from the pain medications. Feeling a bit lazy, she decided to stay in her panties and short tee top and just brushed her hair rather than going through a whole shower ritual. She felt Mark's cum, now dried on her leg and washed that off with a cloth. He never came very much anyway so it took only a quick swipe with the warm soapy cloth. They had been trying to conceive for months now, so they never used any kind of protection. Their family doctor had told them that Mark's sperm was a very weak, and they would be lucky to conceive.

After hobbling down on her crutch to make tea and then back up to the bedroom, she ran her hands through her hair and looked for her iPad to catch up with Facebook. Instead, she saw the stack of DVDs and suddenly remembered last night. With nervous excitement, she ejected the one from last night from the player and inserted another one.


Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 01



As it began to play, she noticed that the view was of an upstairs bedroom, and through the open window the camera captured the houses across the street. Her jaw dropped in puzzlement as she figured out that one of them had to be her house. Clearly, whatever was going on, whatever she was going to see, had taken place in her neighbor's house right across the street -- at Maggie and Jack's. She looked out her own bedroom window for a confirmation, then back to the video. It was high definition, but obviously not professional. Whoever was holding the camera was excited as it was shaking. She could hear him breathing as he mounted camera on a tripod and the picture became steady.

The camera swung toward the bedroom door as a pale skinned white woman with dark hair walked through, followed very closely by a dark skinned black man who dwarfed her with his size. They were entering the room slowly as if dancing, his front tightly against her back, and joined together as if by some unseen force. His huge hands cupped her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples until they stood out prominent and red. From behind her, he nibbled her earlobe and her neck. Her left hand caressed his face as he continued to lay love marks on her neck, and her hips swaying sensually from side to side. Her right hand was behind her back as she appeared to be rubbing her ample buns against his body and holding his member. Laura was getting turned on and her crotch was damp from arousal. The sight of the man's dark skin against the woman's pale body was erotically supercharged.

Now she clearly recognized both the participants in the video. One was her neighbor Maggie, and the other was that black man she had seen departing yesterday. Laura settled back into the bed and furtively looked around as is she expected someone to catch her watching. Her hand shook as she slowly slipped it under the waistband of the pink panties she still wore from last night. She cupped her own pussy and began to rub. She felt guilty being a voyeur, watching her neighbor, but the feeling between her legs was too good to stop.

She continued to rub the lips of her vulva and her swollen labia as she returned to intently watching the DVD. By this time, the woman -- no this was not just a woman she thought, it was Maggie from across the street -- had her back turned to the camera and was standing on tiptoe deeply kissing the black man. He was holding her firm buns and he ran his hands up and down her body. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, caressing him and Laura could sense the heat between the couple.

My God, thought Laura, this is too much. I can't watch this. Yet, try as she might, she could not take her eyes off the TV screen, or stop touching her pussy with her shaking hand. On the screen, Maggie was slowly kissing her way down his body, stopping at his dark nipples, then his belly as she slowly slid to her knees. Suddenly, Laura saw his penis, only it was not like any penis she had ever seen. He was easily twice as long and three times as thick as her dear Mark, and his thing pointed straight up to his belly button.

Maggie was now licking and sucking his tangerine sized balls and kissing his thighs. She reached up for him, pulling his member onto her cheek and rubbed his manhood against her face. Laura's began to salivate, and swallowed hard as she heard the mam moan, then say, "That's it sugar, worship my body, worship your man's big black cock."

Laura noticed that Maggie's lover called his member a 'cock' -- Laura had always hated that word but now understood how absolutely appropriate it was -- and Maggie took the head of it into her mouth as far as she could. The contrast between Maggie's pink lips and white cheeks engulfing a swollen black cock made Laura breathe hard as she rubbed her pussy lips with her middle and forefingers and her breasts with her other hand. She started to perspire and so she struggled out of her tee top and was now naked on the bed. Her belly was writhing with pleasure as her hands continued to touch her body.

Maggie lover mounted her and Laura watched for several minutes as he fucked her vigorously, the camera focused on his dark black ass between Maggie's wide-open thighs. Laura was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and there was no way to stop it now. She felt her body start to quiver. Her abdomen and legs started to shake and she began to groan. Her head swayed from side to side as she strained to catch her breath. Her orgasm exploded inside her and a warm flood of ecstasy engulfed her.

She lay back against the pillows as she rubbed her cum-slicked fingers against the sheets. She moaned then shook her head laughing silently. My God, she thought, I haven't masturbated this much since, well since forever. She felt sudden pangs of guilt as she paused the DVD. Then she rested her hand on her belly and closed her eyes for a few moments.

She was awakened almost an hour later by the jangle of her iPhone. Startled and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she answered with a simple hello.

"Laura," the voice on the other side of the conversation began, "This is Raymond Jackson, just calling to see how you are."

Laura was embarrassed to be naked in bed talking to her boss, and managed to fumble out an answer, "Oh, Ummm, I mean... OK I guess"

Dr. Jackson responded, "Well, listen, we all wish you a speedy recovery. Me especially! I hate to think of you confined to a bed alone. Mrs. Jenkins is in way over her head trying to cover for you, and I just got several poster proofs for the new Diversity Program. If you're up to it, I could swing on by and we could take a look together. There are, let's see..."

He paused to count the posters, then continued, "...Hmmm, seven candidates, and we should look them over together before going public with the campaign. You live, what, maybe five minutes from the campus, so I could be over shortly."

Oh God, she thought, and what should she say? She was lying here naked, and probably stinking from the sex she had with Mark the night before with the added scent of her climaxes this morning and the smell of her own perspiration.

"Um, OK I guess, Dr Jackson. Just give me a couple minutes to freshen up," she responded.

"Sure Laura, and by the way, it's Raymond or 'Ray' to my friends or when we're out of the office -- No 'Dr. Jackson', OK?"

"Ok Doctor... I mean Ray. See you in a few," she answered, then clicked the 'End Call' button.

She scrambled to find a fresh bra and panties, and a clean sundress. She cinched up the soft cast, hopped one-footed over to the closet and then got brain freeze trying to figure decide on a sun dress. The only one not in the hamper was a red and green floral pattern, and it was much too short -- a good 7 inches above her knees, and backless as well, with thin straps over the shoulders. The only clean panties she could find were a deep pink thong, but she decided what the hell, no one would be seeing them. 

"Damn," she thought to herself, "maybe I should find something a little more work appropriate." and began shove dresses on hangers around.

Unbelievably, the front doorbell chimed cheerily. She wondered whether it could possibly be Dr. Jackson -- Ray, she corrected herself, then thought there was no way it could be him. It was probably a FedEx guy or something. Hurriedly, pulled on her panties and reached for the sundress, slipping it over her head. The bra would have to wait, as would the shower until she could get rid of whoever it was.

She left the crutch on the dresser, and hopped one-footed down the stairs. She fluffed her hair quickly, and answered the door just as another round of ringing began. Her jaw dropped when she opened the door and saw that it was Dr. Jackson.

"O-Oh my gosh, you're here!" she managed to stammer out.

He looked at her, and then with a broad grin he explained, "Yes, I was in the car already, so I was even closer than the campus. You're looking really fine, except for the cast."

Laura's embarrassment at being caught this way, half dressed and stinking of sex, showed in her skin as her face immediately turned a bright pink which flushed all the way down to her cleavage, which was more visible than she would have wished in the flimsy material of the sundress.

She stepped back into the foyer, barefoot, except for the soft cast, and her boss came in holding a get-well card and flowers in one hand and a several rolled up posters in the other. His six-foot plus frame practically blocked the light coming from outside.

"Where should we get started?" he asked casually, looking around the house.

Trying to recover, Laura offered, "Umm, how about the breakfast bar in the kitchen?" then started hobbling awkwardly into the kitchen. She had now way of knowing it, but the sun streaming in her south facing kitchen outlined her bare legs and crotch under the summery fabric of the dress. Almost instantly, Raymond Jackson's substantial cock began to rise against his loose briefs.

He stared at her approvingly as she retreated awkwardly into the kitchen favoring her left leg. Every move she made accentuated her strong legs, and her womanly grace. Jackson secretly touched his cock, which was now continuing to grow toward its normally erect size, of ten inches.

He laid the poster rolls on the counter and as Laura turned to face him, her dress twirled revealing a glimpse of the pink thong panties she had tossed on.

He offered her the get-well card, which she read quickly, then the flowers, saying, "These are from me. I hope you like them."

Not knowing what else to say, she simply replied, "Oh Doctor... Uhhh.. Ray, thank you so much. Let me put them in a vase."

She quickly hobbled around the island breakfast bar to the sink, then reached up for the high cabinet above it. As she stretched, standing on her left foot, her dress rode up, clearly showing her firm legs and the bottom of her ass accentuated by the tiny strip of the pink thong. Raymond licked his full dark lips and muttered to himself, shaking his head from side to side.

He had always had a thing for white girls, and three that he could remember had coaxed a passing grade from him with inexperienced and hurried blowjobs. Now he knew he wanted this girl as well, and then and there, he decided he was going to have her, but he would have to move slowly. As much as he wanted her now, he wanted her to be the one to spread her legs willingly for him. No need for a harassment suit, he reminded himself.

He was already on the move around the island and swiftly moved directly behind her to reach the glass vase. He reached up effortlessly, but intentionally, 'steadied' himself by holding onto her left shoulder with his left hand. As he grabbed the vase, then lowered himself, he made sure she felt the warmth of his body close to hers and pressed his turgid cock lightly against her body, making sure she could feel him against her ass.

His left hand slid down her arm and he felt her ribbon candy skin with his hot hand. As he stood close to her, he caught the slightly funky scent of her natural womanly fragrance. She smelled as if she had been freshly fucked, hadn't showered in a while and didn't care who knew it. Far from turning him off, her scent had the opposite effect. He salivated at the thought of tasting her body and then pushing his now very hard cock into her willing pussy. He casually backed away from her but still remained close.

The effect was not lost of Laura. The feel of his warm, strong hand on her arm, and then the unmistakable feeling of his large cock against her back and ass made her skin flush, and she could feel her pussy starting to lubricate again. Oh God, she thought to herself, even I can smell my pussy. God, I hope he can't.

As she turned around to face him, vase in hand, she accidentally brushed her breasts against his chest, and the effect was immediate. Her nipples began to stand out against the sheer fabric and Raymond noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing a bra. Damn, he wanted to plough this white girl so bad, he thought to himself, then reminded himself to be patient and everything would fall into place.

He moved back behind the breakfast bar, partly to hide the huge erection tenting his trousers and Laura hesitated for a moment in front of the refrigerator. She swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure then said, "Doctor... I mean Ray. I haven't had anything to eat yet, shall I fix us something?"

Immediately his face brightened and he blurted out, "Sure sweetie, how 'bout grilled cheese, and some wine to go with it?" He hoped she hadn't heard the 'sweetie' part or wouldn't think anything of it, but it was done now.

Laura had heard it though, and again blushed down to her cleavage. As she turned to fetch a bottle of white wine and a corkscrew, she unconsciously tugged on her dress trying to cover her thighs and he again looked at her appreciatively. He was almost salivating as his mind began to wonder how her tight little pink pussy would feel squeezing his thick black cock. He wanted to be an animal and tear that little floral dress off her right now and show her how hard he was, and how easily he could satisfy her sexual desires.

She had trouble getting the corkscrew started and raised her eyebrows saying, "Darn, this is always hard for me."

Raymond again walked behind her quickly, explaining, "It's hard for me too, but it's always about getting the initial insertion right, then screwing it home."

He knew he was being clever with the double entendre, and his cleverness made him smile. Before she could react or hand the corkscrew over, he was again behind her and covering her small delicate hand with his, he restarted the corkscrew, and together, they screwed into the cork. Laura, almost swooned with desire, but glimpsing her wedding ring as she pulled to cork from the bottle, she recovered her composure.

Forgetting completely about the grilled cheese, she poured glasses for the two of them, again having to reach for them in the cupboards, and again giving Raymond a long look at her legs and ass.

She sat beside him on one of the breakfast stools and together they began to review the 3 by 4 posters touting diversity at the mostly Black college. They had another couple glasses of wine and talked pleasantly about the goal of attracting more white and Asian students, and how important racial mixing was to the future of the school and the area. Laura was beginning to get a little tipsy on an empty stomach, and without thinking, she added, "It should be easier for white girls and black boys to hook up. That way there would be more biracial babies, and the world would be a better place."

Thinking about he comment for a second, she tried to retract the statement, "Oh God, I didn't mean that the way it came out. I meant black girls and white boys too..."

That didn't sound quite right either, and she opened her mouth to apologize, "No, I didn't mean that either. Oh damn."

That came out slightly slurred as she realized the wine was beginning to get to her, and what's more, they had already consumed most of a second bottle.

Ray, laughed and told her, "It's OK. I know what you mean, and by the way, I agree with it. However, I must correct you on one thing. There is no 'biracial'. Like the old saying goes, 'black into white always comes out black'. "

He laughed and patted her leg reassuringly, leaving his hand where it had landed. This time, Laura didn't brush his hand away or close her thighs. She began to feel a warmth inside that started at her breasts and extended all the way to her moist pussy.

As they talked, he left his hand there, lightly massaging her thigh both below and above her hemline. Once as they laughed about a diversity issue, he squeezed her thigh and his hand travelled smoothly to within a couple inches of her excited pussy lips.

She tried to concentrate as they reviewed posters rejecting them one by one. They both liked one with an Asian guy and girl on it, but didn't think it struck just the right note. Another with an Asian and a black girl was not well composed. As they turned over a poster with a white co-ed and a black boy in a football uniform, When Laura looked at it she knew it was the right one; she remarked positively and unconsciously squeezed his strong thigh for emphasis. Not even aware she was doing it, she began to massage his thigh as well.

"I think this one is perfect," she exclaimed, as she continued to gently massage him.

"So Laura, would these two have beautiful black babies together?" Ray said laughingly, then growing bolder moved his hand under slowly under the thin material of her dress feeling her soft upper thigh area.

"Oh gosh, I am such an idiot," she blurted out, "Just forget I ever said that!"

They laughed at that, then continued to talk and made bolder by the wine, she slowly slid her hand up until the tips of her fingers touched Ray's large bulge and gently moved her fingers across the large hump. Ray put his arm around her drew her closer as they started to calculate the budget for the campaign. She contentedly leaned her head against his shoulder just to rest for a moment, and he took that opportunity to lift her chin with his free hand and kissed her gently on the lips.

Instead of freezing, she let him kiss her and as his hand squeezed her soft upper thigh, now a scant inch from her pussy, she placed her hand over his and held it there while he kissed her on the lips again, this time for several seconds.

He turned his body and reached around with his free hand and pulled Laura closer and gave her a long passionate kiss. When his thick warm lips covered hers, he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth. She was feeling incredibly good after the several glasses of wine, and now she kissed him back sucking on his tongue as they remained locked in a heated passionate kiss for minutes.

With the back of one hand, he brushed against Laura's pussy as he kissed her again. Feeling her legs part slightly made him bolder, and so he moved his other hand around and slowly cupped one of her small tits through the sheer material of the sun dress, in his big hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before releasing it and starting to nibble her ear.

Now she moved her hand onto Ray's crotch and moved her fingers over his long thick cock, which had grown rock hard under his pants and gently massaged him as he continued to kiss his way down her neck.

He whispered to her, "Take it out and suck it. Go ahead, suck it. Suck my cock."

Laura, now aching with desire, started to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. She started to bend over his crotch when her iPhone rang and her husband's picture came up. They both jumped and she answered breathlessly then moments later ended the call, telling Ray, "Oh God, you really need to go. That was Mark and he is on his way home."

Ray paid no attention, and reached into the top of her sundress to expose her breast. Feeling her firm breast, and her excited nipple, and knowing she was excited for him made his cock pulse with excitement. Her flawless white skin, hot to his touch filled him with desire. She moaned compliantly but then quickly pulled his hand away.

"No, we have to stop. I mean it. God, I don't know what I was thinking. Was I thinking even?" she rambled on excitedly, "I am a married woman, and I love my husband. I need you to go, now. Dr. Jackson, really... now.

In her panic, she leapt off the bar stool and onto the floor and on impact felt an excruciating pain in her right leg. She screamed, and doubled over in pain. Falling to the floor, there were tears in her eyes. She reached up for Ray's leg, and asked him to help her up the stairs so she could change before Mark got home. "Please help me up into the bedroom, then you can let yourself out. I need to change and shower before he gets here."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 01



Ray didn't know what else to do, so he helped her to her feet and together they started up the stairs. This wasn't going to work, as the stairs were narrow, so instead, he simply scooped her into his arms and carried her up to the second floor. She felt light and vulnerable, and despite his now deflating erection, in the back of his mind he thought how much he wanted to be carrying her up to the bedroom to fuck her all afternoon on her marital bed. For her part, Laura felt a little giddy, like a schoolgirl in her hero's arms.

When they reached the bedroom, he let her down gently on the bed making sure he squeezed her ass in the process. By this time, Laura had regained her composure and laid back on the bed, not intending a sexy pose, but it looked that way to Ray anyway.

"Thank you Ray for carrying me up. I can manage the rest of the way now. You'd better get scooting." Just then, the phone rang again, and when Laura heard the caller, she motioned for Ray to stay put for a moment.

She rung off the call, and explained to Ray, "We don't have to panic; that was Mark. He's stopping to get a pizza, and that will take him at least 30 minutes. So now you can take your time leaving. You can just leave the posters and other stuff on the kitchen counter and I will work on them tomorrow."

Ray stood for a moment deciding what to do when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the TV screen and the paused DVD. In the frozen frame, he could see a black man's ass between a white woman's open legs. Chuckling, he shook his head and said, "Well honey, at least we have similar taste in videos. Is this you, by chance?"

Blushing and speechless, Laura blurted out without thinking, "Oh no, that's my neighbor across the street and her lover. She's having his baby. My husband brought them for us to watch."

He raised and eyebrow, and said, "Oh really? How did you get this video and why were you watching it?"

Laura was flustered and tried to find the 'STOP' button and instead pressed the fast forward button. Suddenly, Marcus and Maggie were fucking at double speed and Laura and Raymond both collapsed onto the bed in gales of laughter. He reached for the remote and hit normal speed play.

Without either of them planning it, they were casually lying together on the bed watching Maggie and her lover. After a few minutes of silence, Raymond leaned across Laura and kissing her deeply again, yanked her sundress straight down from her shoulders, ripping one of the straps in the process and began massaging her exposed breasts. God, they were beautiful, Raymond thought, I'm going to suck these every night. He began thinking of a plan and suddenly realized what she had said about her husband wanting her to watch the interracial DVDs.

Kissing his way down her neck, his warm sensuous lips found her hard nipple and began alternately sucking and biting it. Laura moaned in ecstasy, and stroked his shaved head, willing him, no silently begging, him to continue. He continued to kiss the tender skin around her breast and left a large red mark that would in short order turn into a livid hickey unknown to Laura, who continued to breathe heavily and stroke his head and neck.

With his free hand, he worked from the other end. He pushed her skimpy dress up to her waist, then slid his hand into her soaked thong. He cupped her throbbing wet pussy and began to work two fingers into her slit. Her head lolled from side to side, and she moaned with wild abandon.

Ray kissed his way back up to her lips, leaving her breasts glistening with his saliva and the deepening redness of his love mark. He kissed her briefly and looked deeply into her eyes. He continued to stroke her pussy with his long powerful fingers. She held him close, her hand running up and down his back.

Their lips only an inch apart, he whispered, "Have you ever been with a black man Laura?"

Through dreamy, half open eyes, and unable to speak, she shook her head.

Pointing to the TV with his thumb, he continued, "But you want to right? You've been thinking about it haven't you. You already know you want to explore it don't you?"

Again she did not speak, but only nodded softly in agreement, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

"And how does your husband feel about this? He knows you want to, doesn't he?"

She gasped sharply as he found her sensitive G-Spot; she managed to utter a few short phrases while moving her hips back and forth: "His idea... Mmmmm... Yessss... He knows... His idea... Ohhh... Feels so good..."

In the background, the DVD played on. They could hear both Maggie crying out in joy and in the background the local R&B music went from The Pointer Sisters 'Jump' and then to a hard hip hop track. On the DVD, Maggie's hips thrust upward against Marcus's cock in synchrony to the urban beat, and now in her own bedroom without understanding why, Laura unwittingly picked up the beat as well, thrusting her pussy against Ray's thrusting fingers.

Ray pulled her thong down past her knees and worked them over her soft cast. With his free hand, he put them in his trouser pocket.

"Laura, I am going to be your first, but the time is not right for your husband to catch us like this. When I fuck you the first time, we'll both want to go on all afternoon, understand?"

Silently, she nodded then, running her hand over his shaven scalp, she offered him her mouth in a deep kiss, he thrust his tongue in and out in a mock fucking motion several times and that combined with his thrusting fingers made her moan loudly.

He broke the kiss, whispering, "Laura, have you ever sucked black cock?"

Biting her lower lip, on the verge of climaxing, she shook her head no.

Taking things a step further, Ray whispered, "But you want to don't you Laura? You're ready to, right baby?"

She managed to nod and then cried out in pure delight as the orgasm shook her belly, her throbbing pussy, and her thighs. This was an orgasm like she had never experienced before, and she writhed against the mattress as the aftershocks continued. After a minute, she blinked, returning to the here and now.

Ray smiled at her, leaned over her near naked body and kissed her. She threw her arms around his neck and submissively let his tongue invade her mouth.

After a few moment, he pulled from her kiss, and said, "Laura, we have a few minutes, I need to feel your mouth on me as a sign that you want things to go further. Will you do that for me?"

With her left hand she reached over and unzipped his trousers. Reaching under his briefs, her small hand grasped the largest cock she had ever touched. Supporting his weight on one arm, he helped her pull his briefs down. Her hand could barely circle his cock as she gently started to stroke it.

With dewy eyes, she whispered, "God, it feel so good, so strong."

She continued to stroke him and looking down, she saw something she never expected to -- her pale hand stroking a huge black cock. It felt so huge and hard, like a small club. It was easily two or three times the size of her husband's small penis.

Ray lay back and moaned, "Suck it. Suck it now. Now, Laura. Show me how much you want it."

Obediently, she leaned across him, kissing his belly the way she had seen Maggie do in the video, then, her mouth watering, opened her lips and pulling back his foreskin, she surrounded his huge head, dripping with pre-cum. His scent was overwhelming and she almost recoiled, but after a few moments felt strangely drawn in by it. She tasted his pre-cum for the first time and found it sweet. Her tongue massaged his cock head and he stroked her silky hair while holding her face firmly in his crotch.

Her lips covered more and more of his head and shaft, and she began to work her mouth in time with a strong drumbeat from the DVD. She couldn't get more than the first 6 inches or so in her mouth, but she continued to pump her lips down his shaft. Her fingers worked his plum sized balls, massaging them in her tiny hand. With his free hand, he reached down to cup one of her breasts in his huge hands. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger thinking to himself, "Sweet little tits. I'm going to own these now, along with the rest of this fine little white cunt."

Laura began to suck more quickly as the music on the DVD changed to a track from Quincy Jones's classic 'Body Heat' album with its strong jungle beat. The rhythm seemed to take possession of her as she sucked him deeper and deeper. She could feel his balls growing tighter and his shaft stiffen even more.

Ray moaned as his climax neared, and managed to explain to Laura through clenched teeth, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum. You're going to show me that you belong to me by letting me cum in your mouth and swallowing every drop, understand? You get that?"

Laura bobbed her head and managed to mumble, "Mmmmm. Mmmm-hmmm" without ever stopping her motion. She had never ever considered swallowing Mark's cum on the rare occasions she gave in to his pleading for a blowjob, but now, and with this powerful black man, anything else was unthinkable.

To reinforce his point, Ray held her head firmly on his cock, forcing it deeper. She had no intention of going anywhere though and as if to show him her devotion, slid her body between his open legs, she grabbed his dark ass firmly in her free hand then ran her hand sensually over his smooth ass and lower back. With her other hand she jacked his cock back and forth, sliding his foreskin up and down his rock hard shaft, She had never seen, much less felt, an uncut cock before, but now it seemed obvious to her that this is the way a real man's cock should feel.

Suddenly he shuddered, cried out and his cock pulsed strongly again and again, filling her mouth with thick white cum. She considered spitting it out, but there was too much of it and he was filling her mouth too fast. Ray held her head down so she couldn't do anything but try to swallow it all. Even so, and even though a huge amount shot straight into her throat and into her belly, some of it poured out her lips and onto the sheets below them. His forceful ejaculations kept pulsing until his seed was not only inside her belly, but also in her hair and on her neck and tiny breasts.

She continued to suck gently producing aftershocks of orgasm in him. Her free hand moved from his ass and then grasped his right hand, their black and white fingers entwined.

They held hands for several moments. Then she looked up into his face, covered her teeth with her lips and went down on him again as a slow soul ballad played away on the DVD. She was amazed that he was still partially hard and he stroked her hair gently. 

He whispered, "That was a wonderful start, honey. You want to be mine now, don't you? You want to feel my cock in your pussy?"

Ray was beginning to assert his dominance over her. She could tell that by the forceful tone of his words. Laura always knew she had a secret submissive streak and she began to react both emotionally and physically to his nearness, his strength and his sexuality.

Laura moved to lie in the crook of his arm. Sweating from the effort, one corner of her mouth was still coated with a little of his cum. She squeezed his shaft and watched more cum leak from it. For the first time in several minutes, she spoke, "Yes, yes I want you Ray. I want to feel you."

He stroked her cheek and asked softly, "Are you on the pill, baby?" She looked up at his dark face with dewy eyes, and shook her head no.

"It's alright sugar, I am 'fixed' which is good, because I don't want to feel anything between us, ever." He said, knowing that he was not at all 'fixed'.

He rose off the bed and quickly put his trousers, shirt and shoes back on. He looked down at her scarcely clothed body, and said softly, "I'm coming back tomorrow. There are conditions. First, deal with your husband. I want all of you, understand? All of you. Then I am going to want you all to myself. You ready for this?"

She said nothing as he quickly walked down the stairs and out the front door.

To herself, she said quietly, "Yes, yes I am. I want to go all the way with you."

She resolved to have a conversation with Mark tonight about his fantasy, which might soon become her reality. She knew somehow she would convince him to go along with this new development.

Across the street, her neighbor Maggie was just getting home from the store, and as she pulled shopping bags from the back seat, she saw Ray coming from Laura's house. Raising an eyebrow, she muttered, "Well how about that?"

Ten minutes late. Mark rolled up in the drive with pizza. It was going to be an interesting evening.



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 02



As she heard the front door slam shut behind Ray, Laura was gripped simultaneously by both a sense of guilt over what she had done, and a sense of panic. She wanted nothing more than to lie there basking contentedly in a sexual afterglow, reflecting on what just happened. Instead, she suddenly realized she would have to scurry around the house cleaning up any trace of her liaison with Ray. She quickly paused the DVD at a point where Maggie was lying next to her black lover, her leg thrust lazily over his thigh, and her hand and arm slung over his belly holding him close.

Moments before, the home video had shown Maggie on her hands and knees, with Marcus mounting her pussy and fucking her doggie style. Laura remembered seeing him thrusting fast and could hear his body slapping against her neighbor's ass until finally he growled then stroked really hard and deep one final time into her pussy. As he came he grunted a few times and started to pull his cock from her swollen pussy. Laura, still new to the experience of watching someone else fuck was both shocked and turned on by seeing this.

She noticed that Marcus remained locked into Maggie's pussy and held her by her hips for nearly a minute after he came, apparently wanting to make sure that his potent cum now planted deep in Maggie's womb stay deep inside her. Maggie simply laid her head down on the mattress with eyes closed. Her ass was still elevated, and her lover still inside her, occasionally shoving his cock into her again, and pulling her by her hips tightly to his cock and balls.

What the hell, Laura thought, it almost looks like he's deliberately trying to impregnate her or something. Then she remembered that Maggie was indeed pregnant and wondered whether she might be pregnant by Marcus. That seemed like a really crazy idea to her, but she knew that she wanted to watch the DVD again. She couldn't take the time to do it now though. She quickly pulled the sundress down over her hips and the top portion back up over her breasts. The strap ripped by Ray in his passion hung down behind her, ignored. She limped into the bathroom to take another pain pill as she was definitely feeling her ankle again.

She looked at the disheveled bed, and thinking she could delay Mark coming upstairs when he arrived, then smooth the sheets before he noticed. Like most people, Laura would forget some little detail trying to cover up their activities. In Laura's case, she was preoccupied with getting rid of the wine bottles and other evidence of her black boss having been in the house, and so she had forgotten about Ray's cum, still sticky and wet on the top sheet. She also didn't know she still had his wet cum in her hair, and dried cum high on her left breast. She one-footed it back down to the kitchen, ditched the wine bottles and hid the wine glasses in the back of the dishwasher just as Mark came through the front door with pizza.

A couple minutes earlier, Mark had passed a late model silver BMW driving out of the neighborhood with a tall black man at the wheel. He could have sworn the car had been backing out of his driveway, but he knew that was highly unlikely. It must have been a trick of the fading evening light. Perhaps, he thought, it was that lover of Maggie's, driving a different car, and he reminded himself that he wanted very much to watch one of the DVDs showing Maggie and the lover in action.

He hoped he could entice Laura to watch it with him. She had gotten so turned on watching the one last night that she has practically attacked him. He had never felt her pussy so wet and swollen with desire for him. He had cum in about a minute, but Laura hadn't complained, so she must have been satisfied too. He had been so turned on that he felt his penis must have been bigger than ever -- certainly a good five inches. Probably, he thought, Laura surely would have noticed his huge size and been quickly satisfied by it.

He knew that he wanted Laura to share his fantasy of her being with a black man and to be turned on by it, but beyond that, he really hadn't considered what might happen if the opportunity to act on the fantasy actually presented itself. Mark was a smart engineer, but generally ignorant about anything else in the world. He didn't know for example that Laura's boss was a black man who had been flirting with her practically every day in an effort to get in her pants.

Now as Mark came through the door he saw his slender, sexy young wife clearing what looked like posters from the breakfast bar and adjusting the bottom of a short sundress. The poor thing must have had a tough day with that really painful ankle he thought. She looked really disheveled. He walked over and gave her a big kiss to show how much he cared for her. He put his arm around her waist then let his hand drift down to her bottom and slip down under the skimpy dress. He could now feel that she didn't have panties on. That struck him as curious as she was normally modest, and would never go without panties. Even more curious was the fact that one of the straps of her sundress was ripped loose.

Curious too was the taste of her kiss. Her breath carried a strange odor and her mouth a funny taste. She seemed really turned on though, letting him kiss her deeply and sucking on his tongue as it invaded her mouth. They kissed passionately for several seconds and she ground her hips into his leg and ran her hand over his crotch.

Feeling as though Laura had finally started appreciating his masculine abilities, he responded to her by cupping her breast, and running his hand through her hair. She normally brushed it back from her face and tied it back in a pony tail that extended midway down her back, but now it was loose and disheveled as though she had been sleeping on it all day. He thought perhaps she had been having a bad day with the ankle.

When he felt Ray's cum in her hair, his hand stopped abruptly and his brow wrinkled in puzzlement. He rubbed the substance between his thumb and fingers and breaking off the kiss sniffed it. What was this, he thought? That plus the taste in her mouth vaguely reminded him of something but he couldn't say what.

"Laura," he asked, "What's this in your hair?" then showed the small glob to her.

She recognized what it was immediately, and panicking, she blurted out, "I have no idea. Probably some hand cream. What are you saying? What are you accusing me of anyway?"

"Laura, I'm not accusing you of anything, I was just asking," he responded in a defensive tone.

Laura hoped that would be the end of it, but her reaction made Mark curious, and suddenly he began to notice things, like the discarded wine bottles, and finally the conspicuous mark above her right breast, which looked as if someone had given her a hickey.

He ventured a guess, and asked, "Laura, was somebody here today?"

Laura was still panicked and now a little angry at him for managing to come to the right conclusion. She said in a raised voice, "Look, my boss was here to show me our new diversity posters. He was here for just a bit, and we had a couple glasses of wine together. I just wanted to show him I wasn't slacking off on the job just because I am laid up. That's ALL that happened, Mister Suspicious. I hope you're happy. I have had a rough day with my ankle, and now you're giving me the third degree."

Mark was taken aback and rushed over to calm her, holding her tenderly, but couldn't help but notice her body odor was a combination of sweat and sex,

She went to sit sullenly in the family room and Mark brought her a couple slices of pizza and a Coke. They ate silently and when she was done, she handed Mark her plate and said, "I'm going up for a bath and then to bed," then limped off.

Mark started to do the dishes, and as he stood at the sink, remembered her boss was a black guy. He began to fantasize, wondering whether the DVDs they were watching might have prompted her to do something with her black boss. His penis began to stiffen as he thought about it for a few moments, thinking how incredibly hot it would be, and how much he would love to see her fucked by a big black cock, then laughed out loud to himself, dismissing the whole idea of her doing something with her boss as ludicrous.

Upstairs, Laura was immersed except for her right leg in a steamy bath. She wondered whether Mark had bought her story. Her emotions were a mixture of anxiety, guilt, and a residual sexual excitement she had rarely felt before. She didn't want Mark to find out, and she didn't want to hurt him, but she couldn't forget the way Dr. Jackson had made her feel today either.

She had never been with another man than Mark, and had only ever kissed two other boys and one girl in her life, and now, in the space of one day, she had let another man, a black one at that, finger her pussy to orgasm and had sucked his immense cock until his cum filled here mouth and spilled onto her body. Both these things would have been truly beyond her limited imagination before today. Now though, she could close her eyes and see his black hand swiftly stroking her crotch, his fingers expertly strumming her G-spot until she cried out like a dog in heat.

She thought back to the feel, the smell, and the taste of that incredible huge pole between Ray's dark, smooth muscular legs and how it felt so different to Mark's modest member. They were so different between the two men that Mark's could hardly be called a cock at all. She started to touch herself as she thought about how that hard black cock might feel between her thighs. She remembered that she had not said no when Ray told her he would be returning the next day to claim her as his prize. She muttered under her breath, "No, that can't happen. I love Mark."

She tried to banish the entire matter from her mind by leaning back into the bath until her entire head and face were beneath the warm waters. Then she washed her hair with shampoo and her body with a lavender body wash. She towel dried her hair and limped into the bedroom.

Mark was in the process of straightening out the sheets and covers. He noticed the wet spot, but decided to ignore it, thinking his imagination was on overdrive. When Laura came into the room, he embraced her and she initiated a deep open mouth kiss that surprised him with its ferocity. She decided to make the best of her situation with her husband. She dropped her towel, letting him drink her in with his eyes, and then sank to her knees, kissing his penis through his trousers. She undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his briefs and started to kiss his rising penis.

As her head bobbed back and forth, she could not help but notice how much smaller he was than Dr. Jackson, and that his circumcised member lacked both the powerful pheromones and taste of the huge uncut black cock she had sucked so excitedly today. Although Mark was becoming very excited by Laura's oral attention to his hard little rod, Laura was not stimulated by it at all.

Pulling her mouth from the 5 inch shaft, she looked up at him with her deep blue eyes and asked in a husky voice, "Honey, why don't we continue this in bed and watch the DVD I was looking at today?"

Mark was happily surprised that she had been watching one of the interracial videos. Getting his penis sucked was such a rare treat, and now having her actually suggest they watch a video together was enough to make him forget all his suspicions from earlier tonight. He saw that a DVD was already in the player, and started it from the place Laura had left it. He undressed completely and got into next to his wife. He watched as his neighbor across the street was nestled by her black lover's side and she began to stroke him. Laura aped the action on their TV, and Mark was soon rock hard again.

He leaned across her and began to suck her nipples to erection. Her attention was intensely focused on the screen, and so she simply opened her legs wide when Mark put his hand between her thighs and began massaging her pussy lips. She was becoming noticeably more turned on than usual as he fingered her.

Things had never been this easy for him. Laura continued to masturbate him and they both watched Maggie arouse the powerfully built black man in her bed. Mark was in the full grasp of the fantasy, and whispered to his wife, "Look at that huge cock. Look at his smooth black skin and how her pale hand looks stroking it. I bet you wish it was you in our bed with him."

Laura was beginning to remember the feelings she experienced earlier in the day and as Mark finger fucked her wet cunt, she moaned, "Oh Yes... Yes... I want to feel you inside me. Give it to me now."

Mark whispered in her ear as he continued to stimulate her, "Say it baby, tell me you want me to fuck your pussy with my big black cock. Say it. Say exactly that."

By now, Laura's eyes were closed, her head back, as an image of Ray began to form. She could imagine him mounting her as she opened her legs wide for him. She could imagine her arms reaching up to pull him in.

Mark prompted her again, "Tell me you want my black cock inside you honey. Tell me you want to feel my black skin on yours. Do it please, please honey."

Laura was incredibly turned on now, and did not self censor the words that came tumbling from her lips, as she cried aloud, "God yes, I do need your hot black cock inside me. I do want your black skin on mine. Make me yours. Fuck me. Take me. Take me Ray."

Mark wasn't sure whom 'Ray' referred to; perhaps he misheard -- but was too turned on to care. He pushed Laura's legs apart and inserted his penis into her waiting vagina. In the darkness of the bedroom Laura frowned as if to say something was wrong, that the member stroking her soaked pussy was not right, that it was too tiny, almost like a boy's. Mark stroked her furiously for a couple minutes, then shot a tiny rivulet of cum into her wetness. He rolled off her and contentedly fell into a deep sleep.

Laura came down from her sexual frenzy, and still unfulfilled, masturbated herself to a powerful climax as she watched Marcus mount Maggie, his huge cock sending waves of pure pleasure into his woman. She switched off the DVD with the remote and fell into a troubled sleep.

That night, she dreamed three dreams which were especially lucid and which she reflected on the next day. In the first one, she was dressed in a ball gown and at some fancy function with Dr. Jackson. They were sipping champagne and sharing witty conversation. She was quite taken with her companion's charm and they danced gracefully around a ballroom. All eyes were on her and she felt like a princess.

In the second, the scene turned dark. She was in a jungle in the dark of night, her clothing had been ripped off and she was naked and cold, lying on a marble altar. A campfire in a jungle clearing sent bright yellow fingers licking the darkness, and brightly lit the area within several feet.

Suddenly from the dark brush a panther lept onto the altar. Its fur was midnight black and it had luminous yellow eyes. It spoke to her saying, "I will have your body."

Laura shook her head and cried out, "Please, no. No!

It crouched down on her, its phallus flopping heavily on her belly. Looking into her eyes, it said, "I will have your sex."

Laura fearfully shook her head again begging it to leave her alone. Finally it demanded, "I will take your soul."

It opened its jaws wide and Laura thought it would tear her limb from limb with its dagger-like incisors. Instead, it began licking her pale naked body all over with its long pink tongue. In the dream, Laura was writhing in ecstasy from the tongue moving over her breasts and her belly, but finally managed to whisper, "Yes, God yes. Take my body. Take my pussy, and my soul too." She opened her legs and the panther licked her crotch until she came in wave after wave of orgasms.

In the third and final dream, she was again lying on a marble altar, naked in the jungle at midnight, but now the panther became Dr. Jackson. She saw him lit by the light of a campfire, dark and enrobed like and Egyptian Pharaoh, with a loose robe of pure white, trimmed in gold and blue. He wore a crown of ancient Egyptian Middle Kingdom style. Holding the train of his robe were several nude girls, and strangest of all, her husband Mark. This dream version of Mark had very smooth, hairless, girlish skin and rosy cheeks. He was chubby and feminine with small breasts and a tiny, flaccid member barely visible between his legs.

As Dr. Jackson approached, the small, nubile girls removed his robes, and gave them to this feminine version of Mark. Now Raymond was naked, impressively muscled with a sheen of body oil which had been rubbed all over him. He stood at the end of the altar between her open legs, and said, "I will breed you. You will serve me and carry many black babies for me." He nodded to dream version Mark who pulled her toward the edge of the altar, then spread her legs and bowed to the Nubian god dream version of Ray, who quickly shoved his enormous phallus inside her eager loins. Each time he stroked her, Laura was in ecstasy. Looking down, she saw her belly now large, and obviously pregnant. She cried out, "No, no, no!" but he continued to slide his engorged member in and out until she screamed, and woke herself drenched in a cold sweat.

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Several miles away, Dr. Raymond Jackson sat in a comfortable chair in his pretentious library in his two story "MacMansion," thinking about this little white girl. His cock twitched into life as he thought about how easy it had been to turn her on, and how her excitement grew as he fingered her to climax.

He thought of his next moves with her. He had been grooming her from the first interview to become his white lover. He thought back, remembering her interview and what a little cock teaser she was, flaunting her thong clad vagina in his face, practically daring him to make a move. He remembered her creamy pale thighs and her fresh scrubbed look. He remembered her scent and the softness of her skin when they shook hands the first time. He remembered how eager she seemed to please him and although she wasn't the best candidate for the job, she was perfect given what he had in mind for her right from the start.

She was exactly the kind of white girt who wouldn't have given him the time of day back in the forced integration public high school he attended. Even when he won a state track and field championship, then later distinguished himself as a collegiate athlete on a full scholarship at an Ivy League university, the rich, entitled white coeds wouldn't give him a second look. How times had changed. The county he lived in and where the university was located was now majority black, with a few white enclaves, Moreover, he was in a position of power and could easily dominate a naïve girl like Laura, and now that's what he intended to do

Although he had made his intentions obvious from the start, he thought this girl was either very dumb or simply lacked sufficient street smarts or worldliness to understand her place. He had laid down so many hints, double entendres, and jokes that could be taken two ways, but she had not understood any of them,

When he started touching her thigh during discussions, or rubbing her shoulders, or "accidentally" brushing against her breasts, she still didn't seem to understand his message. But now, he thought, the last few months of preparing her paid off hugely, where it all began coming together in the space of one day. Not only had he seen her nearly naked, but she had willingly sucked his cock? Not well, he thought, but there would now be plenty of time to teach her to be a competent lover worthy of a black man. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a deep pink thong, then deeply inhaled its aroma. Everything the thong had touched would soon be his, his exclusively. He would soon demand she discontinue any sexual activity with her husband, who obviously wanted to see her with a black lover, but that too might take some time.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 02



He wondered about the husband and how well he would take to Ray becoming his wife's lover, perhaps even the father of her children, but it wasn't a serious concern. He would text her in the morning to find out when the coast was clear. He made a mental note to tell his secretary he would be out of the office all afternoon.

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As the morning dawned, Laura woke feeling refreshed after the bad dream. She wanted to tell someone, anyone -- even Mark -- about it, but then decided to keep the whole thing to herself. What did dreams mean anyway, she thought to herself. Mark was already up and had showered. He walked into the bedroom drying himself with a towel. He walked over then kissed her. She really needed the security of her plain old boring husband right now, and so she kissed him with an unexpected passion letting his tongue invade her wet mouth. She put her arms around his neck and easily pulled him down into the bed.

He slid beside her and started feeling her breasts through the tee shirt she had been wearing. He liked the fact that the soft cast had been preventing her from wearing her normal boring pajamas and that she had adopted panties and a tee top as her nighttime wear. She smelled warm and slightly rank as though she had been sweating in her sleep, but it was a nice, womanly fragrance and that combined with her enthusiasm this morning were turning him on. He continued to play with her nipples, and kneaded her tiny firm breasts then yanked Laura's top off with some help from her. As he leaned over her to suck one of her nipples, he admired her small breasts then noticed the love mark on her right breast.

Frowning and pointing to the hickey, he asked, "Laura, what is this anyway?"

Noticing it herself for the first time, Laura struggled to compose a lie, then decided to bluff her way out of it. She looked at him, smiled and said, "It's a giant hickey my black lover left for you to see."

Mark's jaw dropped and he was speechless. His body froze.

Laura's brow wrinkled with mock or real concern, then she broke the tension with a raucous laugh, and said, "I had you going there for a second, you silly goof!"

They both collapsed on the bed beside each other in a fit of laughter. Only later would Mark realize that she never actually answered his question.

Catching their breath, Laura was the first to speak, "So? So? Be serious for a minute. I want to talk about this interracial stuff. You?.Um...you would actually like to see me in bed with a black lover?"

Mark slid his hand up her legs and under her panties. "Yes, I really would." He told her as his fingers prodded her pussy through her panties. His fingers lacked Raymond's expertise, and so Laura was not particularly stimulated. Already she was beginning to unconsciously compare her husband with Raymond.

Laura looked down at him, peering into his eyes silently for a few moments. There were tears in her blue eyes. Her lowered lip quivered as she stammered out, "Mark, don't you love me anymore? I feel like you're trying to pimp me out or something."

Mark was momentarily at a loss for words and even more so at her use of the phrase 'pimp me out.' He didn't know that his wife even knew of such concepts. Regaining his composure, he though about how to explain his interest in interracial swinging and help plant the idea in her head that this was a fantasy they could share together. He hadn't really come to the point of understanding yet that one logical path for fantasies to take could be turning them into reality.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully began to explain, "Laura, I love you more than anything, and that extends to wanting you to have the most fantastic sex you can have. Already, watching these videos together has helped make our sex mind blowing; you have to admit that right?"

Laura quivered and nodded her head in response. Moving close, Mark dried her tears with his soft hands and fingers. He hugged her briefly, and then held her at arms length. He took a deep breath, looked into her deep blue eyes, then summoned up his courage and decided to try to move her to the next plateau -- going beyond fantasy.

In his deepest recesses, he wasn't really sure he actually wanted them to do what he was about to propose or not, but the idea burned within him and his little dick stiffened at the prospect. He simply barged into the topic, blurting out, "Honey, If you had the chance to sleep with a sexy black lover with no consequences, with my blessing, wouldn't you want to?"

Then he continued, "Isn't it incredible the way the wives in these amateur videos respond to their black lovers? Who wouldn't want that for their wife? Don't tell me you wouldn't love that too?"

"Ummmm? I guess? Errr, I mean I don't know... I mean, I suppose ... I mean maybe ... I mean yes, I think I might." She responded trying to gauge his acceptance, "But are you really, really sure you want me to?"

Mark nodded enthusiastically, replying, "Oh yes honey, I want that so much for you. I want you to experience that so much!"

Then she ventured a bit further saying. "But... but honey, wouldn't it bother you having someone bigger and better than you fucking me?"

He contemplated it for a few moments, and then shook his head. "Well yes, I might be jealous, naturally, I really don't know. I do know that I would love to watch you get fucked by another man!" He told her.

"If you really would do this for us, maybe Maggie or one of the neighbors could suggest someone who might like to play with us?" he asked, thinking aloud.

Laura was surprised at his blanket acceptance, and now she was becoming turned on at his tacit permission. Yes, they had fantasized, even before yesterday about her being fucked by another man but they had never discussed it seriously.

She looked him in the eyes once more, and said, "Sweetie, if you're really serious, I might know someone... someone we can trust, and not have to involve the neighbors... but only if you're really, really sure about this."

She bit her lower lip and whispered very low as if saying the words out loud would condemn her in her husband's eyes, "Honey, what if ... you know ... what if the person we choose would want to fuck me a lot, or maybe want me exclusively? How would you feel about having a strong black man in our bed? I mean ... this is serious stuff my love."

She noticed how aroused he had become. His little penis was sticking straight up and his complexion was flushed. She reached over and began stroking him. He laid back passively and let her take charge,

"Mmmmm... feels so good... But Ummm... Who would we get, honey?" he said in a low voice, then continuing to react to her stroking, moaned, "Mmmmm... Yesss..."

Laura could not believe this was happening, that her husband was more or less offering her up this way. She stroked him, then she smiled, and said sweetly, "Don't worry about that sweetie. That can be my job."

She leaned over his supine form and began to suck him. This was a pleasant surprise for her husband and something she had only done once before for him. It felt so incredible for him that he began to run his fingers through her silky hair and over the smooth skin of her back. Within minutes he was on the verge of orgasm, and announced that he was going to cum soon, to give Laura a chance to pull her mouth off his swollen member and direct his squirts into his belly with her hand. Instead, she kept sucking him with her hot lips, and in moments, he came into her mouth.

As she lay beside him, he could not believe what had just happened. Laura had actually taken his cum in her mouth and moreover was not rushing to spit it out. He felt more confident than ever now that their joint decision for her to find a black lover was already paying dividends in their marital bed.

Wow, he thought, this is great. Laura really might become a hotwife after all.

He was still breathing heavily as Laura starting sliding off the unmade bed, and looking at herself in the mirror she saw the love bite reflected. Mark casually hopped out of bed to get his clothes on. Laura started making the bed, and then thoughtfully began to speak again. "Mark," she began, "I want to make sure we are really on the same page, and I want to come clean about something. I feel so guilty about this, but yesterday..."

She hesitated, so Mark picked up the thread, "Yes sweetie... Yesterday?"

Laura bit her lower lip, then forced the words out, "Well... You see... Ummm... Yesterday, Dr. Jackson brought some posters by for me to approve."

This stopped Mark in his tracks. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he swallowed hard, waiting for her to continue, he prompted her saying, "Ok, Go on... Your boss was here... And..."

Laura continued, "And anyway... well... we might have kissed a little bit and such... Oh Mark, I am so sorry." She started to cry again and put her hands to her face.

Mark was intrigued. He now remembered that her boss was a good-looking black man in his forties or fifties. That must have been his car Mark thought he saw leaving last evening. He walked around the bed and took Laura in his arms to comfort her. The two of them were still naked and her warmth stirred him to massage her back lightly. His small penis was beginning to stir again as well.

Holding her tenderly, he said, "Shhhh... Don't worry honey. It's alright. It's fine. In fact, it's more than fine... What else did he do... You can tell me..."

As he held her, he smiled, thinking that perhaps the DVDs were having the effect he secretly hoped they would.

Laura sniffled, then looked into his eyes with a shy half smile. She continued, "Well he touched my breasts, and well... well, he kind of kissed them. And... well... the hickey here..."

She pointed to the mark that Ray had left, and said through barely parted lips, "H-h-he kind of left that. Oh God, Mark, I am so sorry. It must have been a combination of the wine and the pain pills. They left me with no self-control. Please forgive me. I am so sorry."

She broke down into tears again. Mark's little member was now hard as a rock. He lifted her chin and reassured her saying, "Honey, I am fine with this. I really am. You know I have been pushing for you to experience a black man one time and we just talked about how it would be fine with me. I am glad you took the initiative. Feel how excited I am."

He took Laura's hand and placed it on his member, now sticking straight out. She was surprised and puzzled that he was so hard again. She stroked it, her single hand encompassing its entire length and breadth. Again, without realizing it, she was comparing him to Ray.

She pulled her husband's head toward her and gave him a passionate kiss sending her tongue into his mouth then looked into his eyes and said, "God, Honey I can't believe how excited you are just from listening to me tell you everything that happened with Ray. Your dick is so hard. Do you like hearing about it? Do you like knowing that I let him touch me?"

Mark was breathing hard, and couldn't form words for an answer, instead he just moaned as Laura continued to move her hand back and forth on his shaft. My god, she thought, my poor baby is so tiny there, but he's so excited. She ventured further, "Honey, he wants to come over today to go over some work. I have a feeling he might want to do more than work...What should I do about it... Are you saying you'd like it if I flirted with him?

Mark's heart was racing as he listened to his wife and hesitantly and slowly replied in a low voice and said. "What do you mean when you say 'flirt with him'?"

Laura smiled a shy smile with downcast eyes. She appeared to think, then kissed her husband passionately on the lips and said, "Well, maybe I could let him touch my ass or maybe let him kiss me or kiss my boobs again?"

Moving her hand faster back and forth over his little dick, she continued, "Tell me honey, how far would you allow Ray to go? That far? More?"

Mark was breathing heavily as his wife now teased one of his nipples with her lips and tongue. With his eyes half shut, he whispered, "Yes...It's OK... Anything... Everything... It's fine..."

Laura squeezed his dick now, rotating her hand as she continued to jerk his penis. She knew this was probably embarrassing her husband, so she replied in a tender whisper, "So? You mean it's all right if he wants to do any of those things to me today? And I can tell you about it later? And you'll be OK with it? This is really what you meant when you said we should go further?"

Laura kissed his lips again. Mark was on the verge of a climax, and seconds later his body convulsed spastically. He shot two small squirts of cum on Laura's tummy and through clenched teeth, he finally whispered and said. "Yes? Oh yes... Anything you want ... As far as you want... Oh yes...Ok, yes."

Weakened, he fell back on the bed. His wife looked down at her belly at the little stream of her husband's cum and smiled, shaking her head in pity. Mark lay there with his eyes closed. Laura, all business now, told him, "Honey, you better get ready now or you will be late for work. You know how your boss keeps his eye on you!"

He grudgingly pushed himself off the bed and began to dress. His wife turned to her closet and began to look for something to wear for the day. She had won her husband's consent, his 'blank check' for her to go as far as she wanted to with Dr. Jackson, and now she turned her attention to the task of finding something sexy and alluring for the man who might be visiting her later that day.

It had not been her intention to connive or trick her husband into giving her a free pass for Dr. Jackson to do what he clearly intended to do with her, not really. Things just seemed to go in that direction when she stroked his modest dick with her delicate hand. Thinking about it as she stared into the abyss of her closet, giving Dr. Jackson what he wanted seemed to fit with what her husband wanted, and what she now wanted too. She gazed over at her husband and her eyes took in his slight physique. They were built so much alike, she thought. Mark was so unlike Dr. Jackson; her husband was more like her male twin.

Mark caught her gazing at him and smiling and thought how awesome it was going to be to watch her fuck a black lover and how hot it would be to fuck her afterwards. She broke into his musing when she frowned, then turned to him, complaining, "Gosh sweetie, this is all so new to me, and things are happening so suddenly. I really need your advice on so many things. I can't think at all!"

Her husband slipped the Batman tee over his torso, and then said, "Advice? Like what honey?"

Laura idly twirled her long silky hair, looking at her body.

"Well, what should I wear, for one thing? And just look at this darn bush down here," she said, pointing to her mons and rubbing her hand over her soft pussy hair. "God, it's like a forest. Honey, I need help to shave these tree stumps on my legs, and make my pussy smooth. Could I just ask you to help me? I know it means you will have to work late to make the time up, but it would help me get ready so much."

Her husband was speechless. Was she actually asking him to help her prepare and dress so that she could seduce this black man? Suddenly, he was conflicted. As much as he wanted her do to those things he was seeing in the DVDs loaned by the neighbors and as much as some part of him wanted her to do the things they had been discussing this morning, now the impact was hitting him. Was his wife, who had never been with anyone but him, really preparing to offer her body to a black man? This was almost surreal. Now even his little dick, which had been sucked and then jerked to orgasms already this morning was becoming hard a third time.

Laura hobbled gingerly into the bathroom and started running a warm bath. He finished making their marital bed and fluffing the pillows. His wife's iPhone jingled. Laura called from the bathroom, "Sweetie, can you get that?"

Mark was in the middle of pulling on his Superman underpants, and picked up, the call. The name that came up on screen was "Dr. Jackson."

Mark said tenuously, "H-Hello?"

Inside the BMW idling in his drive, Dr. Jackson answered, "Hello. Who is this? I am calling Laura Taylor. Can you get her for me? I wanted to come by with some work today."

On the other end of the line, Mark said, "Oh h-hello sir. This is her husband, Mark. Umm, she is starting a bath. Can I take a message?"

Ray smiled and raised an eyebrow. Already, he was feeling he had a huge advantage in this triangle, so he continued boldly, "Mark, it's so nice to finally talk to you. Laura has told me so much about you. I assume she told you all about yesterday?"

Mark answered, "Uhhh, yes. She told me about yesterday."

Ray responded, "Well great! Are you as excited about me dating her as I am? I can't wait to be with her today. I was so surprised when she gave me a blowjob yesterday! I think I left a big gob of cum on your sheets -- sorry about that."

Mark was dumbstruck. His face was beet red. His jaw opened wide incredulously. He thought to himself, Blowjob? Blowjob! Blowjob? What the... She never told me about a blowjob. His mind was racing. Now he knew the origin of the wet spot on their bed, and the sticky substance in his wife's hair last night. Now things were becoming very clear. His wife was had already gone further than he would have thought possible in turning this fantasy into a reality. Several awkward seconds of silence followed as Mark thought about what to do and how to play this new knowledge.

Raymond took advantage to let that sink in. He now realized that Laura might not have told her husband everything about their afternoon together. He drove his advantage home, saying, "I am so glad you are open minded and willing to share your wonderful young wife. I couldn't believe how beautiful her body is. I tell you Mark, I am getting hard just thinking about how her skin tasted and her erect her tits got when I sucked them. Listen buddy, can you give the phone to Laura?"

Laura's husband was simply overwhelmed by what he had heard. There was churning in the pit of his stomach and his whole body shook. Tears formed in his eyes. He dutifully carried the phone to his wife who was now in the middle of a warm bubble filled bath.

She noticed that his hands shook and his face flared red. She took the phone with a worried look on her face. When she answered and discovered it was Dr. Jackson, she relaxed a bit. He husband heard her side of the conversation. 

She spoke sweetly, in a low girlish voice, swishing the bath water around with her uninjured leg and unconsciously twirling her hair, "Oh hi.... Yes, I am fine, thanks... Yes, I would like to see you today. I think I am ready for it. Mark and I had the talk you asked me to have... Yes, he is... Rules... Oh, I see... Yes... I understand that there need to be rules in this kind of relationship... Ok, sure, tell me more... Please..."

Mark was staring intently down at his wife whose attention was focused on the caller. He turned his back to her, took off his black-rimmed glasses and dried his eyes, wiping the tears away with his tee shirt.

On the other end of the call, Ray was smiling and touching his swollen cock as he continued speaking to this beautiful young woman who would soon be his. His guts were churning too, but for a much different reason. He continued, "Well Laura. First of all understand that we are about to embark on a long and intense sexual relationship. We both need to focus our sexual energies solely on each other. So the first rule I am laying down is that I have you all to myself. Exclusively. I want us to be a couple in bed. I need you to tell your husband to take a back seat for a while so you and I get to know one another sexually. He needs to step up to this. Tell me you understand this and both agree."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 02



Laura chewed on her lower lip, considered it for a moment, then answered gravely, "Y-y-es. I understand I guess. I will tell him. Go on."

Raymond continued, feeling that he was already gaining control of this naive young girl and her husband, "I have plans for all three of us in this relationship, and believe me, we will all enjoy things so much more if we accept our roles. If Mark needs relief other than from his role as a cuckold, you can help him get started by telling him about the things we do, even touch him if need be, but he must grow to take his pleasure in our sex together."

"Next, you and I will need our privacy. We don't need any spectators in our relationship just yet, do we? You and I need the time to enjoy each other as lovers without any distractions. That makes sense, right?"

Laura concentrated on his words, and they seemed to make so much sense to her, she replied, "Ummm, I don't know... Well yes, I guess it makes sense."

In fact it actually did make sense to her. She didn't want Mark watching her at all really. She wanted to be free to experience everything that sex with this powerful man could offer without worrying about how her husband might react or having him see the way she reacted to Ray.

She reflected a few moments, then asked Dr. Jackson, "S-So... is there anything else?"

Having won his first two points, Ray was ready to make a more important demand. He said, "Laura, I want us to enjoy each other fully. As you probably know from all the videos you and hubby have been enjoying, black men don't use condoms, and I won't either. I want you to feel my hot love inside you every time I cum in your tight little pussy... You know that's the way it has to be, yes?"

Laura was beginning to be excited and her tummy now churned too. She replied, "Oh Ray, I-I-I think I want that too, but what about... You know... Ummm... protection and all? The women in my family are very fertile. Will I be safe?"

Her husband heard this and knew what was being discussed. Still he stood half dressed and said nothing.

Dr. Jackson smiled and said, "Nothing to worry about there. I am completely healthy, we will be exclusive, and I told you I was 'fixed' right?"

This last statement was a complete fabrication, but he already knew she would be completely under his domination by the time the lie was discovered.

He reached into his pants pocket, pulling out her soiled thong and deeply breathed its fragrance, then said, "It's too bad really, because you told me your husband has been shall we say, less that a complete man in that department, and I would love to give you a black baby," he laughed then continued, "I remember how you said yesterday how black men and white women ought to get together more to breed black babies, and I told you I agreed."

Laura moaned involuntarily, then caught her breath and suppressed her reaction as she looked up self-consciously at Mark. Dr. Jackson was right; her husband really shouldn't be a part of what she would be doing with this strong black man. Not yet, anyway. 

They finished their conversation with a few pleasantries. Raymond told her he would be there after noon, and she rang off.

Looking up at her husband, she unconsciously began to sense a sudden shift in the dynamic of their marriage, especially because of the new rules Raymond had imposed on them both. Clearly, her husband would become more subservient to her and by extension to her lover.

Mark looked at her expecting her to clue him in on the substance of the conversation. Instead, she looked up at him with dreamy blue eyes, handed him a Venus razor, and asked him softly, "Darling, be a dear and shave my legs and my pussy."

Her husband said nothing but began to lather and smooth shaving cream on his wife's legs. After he made them slick and silky smooth to his touch, he turned his attention to her pussy, which she had thrust upwards for him to shave. It took him a good ten minutes to carefully shave her clean between her legs and above and around her now swollen vulva.

Laura stroked her husband's hair and rubbed his shoulder as she kept her legs spread and propped up on the edge of the tub, encouraging his devoted attention to the task she had given him, "Thank you for helping me, I want to make sure you get it really smooth for Ray." She pushed her hips up a bit, and then continued, "Are you getting every little hair honey?"

Her husband didn't speak, but instead swallowed hard and nodded his head, looking at her baby smooth pussy. Laura lifted from the bath with Mark's help, and began to towel off. She lifted her leg and handed the towel to Mark. His dick was now rock hard as he continued to dry her off, tenderly patting her beautifully padded ass dry. Laura turned to face him.

Laura spoke softly saying, "Honey, do me a favor and kiss my pussy. I want to make sure it's nice and smooth and you would be the best judge of that -- sort of a stand-in for Ray. Please get on your knees so you can look really close and make sure there's no little stubbies."

Her husband slid to his knees and ran his hand over her exposed vagina. Laura ran her hand through his long fine hair, and pulled his face close to her pussy. Her scent was heavenly and he kissed her mons experimentally, then pressing his nose against her clit, he lavished her pussy with kisses.

She held his head close and continued to stroke his hair. She smiled at him, and said, "How is it honey? Will Raymond like it?"

He looked up into her deep blue eyes and realized how much he wanted to be inside her, then said, "Oh God Laura, what are we doing? We need to call this off! Let's get in bed, I want to be inside you so bad."

He started to insert his tongue into her tight pink slit. His hands were on her thighs, trying to force them open. Laura yanked his hair gently, pulling him away. She shook her head and said, "I don't want you to turn me on honey. I want to be fresh for Ray. Besides, I think it's a little too late for second thoughts. This is what you said you wanted. I think we have to go through with it at least once. I need to know certain things, and you, young man, you need to get to work!"

Her husband rose to his feet and retreated into the bedroom to finish dressing. Laura felt for him, and following him into the bedroom, she said, "Don't worry honey. This will be fun for both of us."

Mark turned to her and now having second thoughts, said pleadingly, "Yes I know, but I'm also remembering the old saying," He told her, "Once you go black you never go back!"

Her husband finished and walked downstairs while Laura contemplated what to wear.

At about 1 P.M., Laura paced back and forth in the foyer of their house. The light coming from an upper window made her hair shine luminously. Her soft cast had been replaced by a simple, unobtrusive Ace bandage earlier in the day, but still she limped when she put weight on her right leg.

Maggie, her neighbor whom she now knew was pregnant with a black lover's child had been kind enough to drive her to the doctor's office. They had a long talk about Laura's emerging situation.

Maggie's advice had been to enjoy every bit of the experience and not worry about her husband. Maggie told the young wife that her own husband Jack had adapted so well to the cuckold role, it was if he had been born to it. Maggie warned her that most black men were very dominant with white wives, so she should expect a number of changes in that regard. Laura wanted to probe more on that topic, but decided to let the thread die and ask her later if the topic became important.

She asked Maggie what it was like being with a black man and why Maggie had decided to become pregnant by her black lover. Maggie explained that it was like no sex she had ever experienced with a white man, incredibly sensual and hard to put into words. Black men just really understood how to bring out things in white wives their husbands had no idea existed.

As to the reason she let Marcus breed her, Maggie said that it was a decision that was hard for both her and her husband. She explained that after having had sex with Marcus exclusively for several months; after so many incredible climaxes; after Marcus had begun to dominate her every thought about men; after Marcus had made her husband into a supportive cuckold; after he had made her submissive to his every wish -- after all that and more -- it was obvious that Marcus would breed her, no question about it.

Laura had smiled to herself and thought, there's no way that will be me. I am too smart and too independent. This is going to be a one-time thing. I am not going to be a submissive white wife, responding to her black lover's every command. She thought back to the dream she had the night before in which both she and a dream version of Mark were completely submissive to the Nubian god caricature of Dr. Jackson and the thought made her shiver suddenly. She rubbed her arms to massage away the goose bumps.

Now it was afternoon and she continued to pace nervously at her front door. Her hands shook and she nervously twirled her hair. She had an uncomfortable premonition that when Ray walked through her front door their lives would change forever. A part of her hoped that Mark would change his mind and stop her from going ahead with everything; saving her from herself. She could not resist Dr. Jackson's pull on her but Mark just might be able to. Mark had the power to put a stop to it all. If only her would call to tell her no.

The front doorbell chimed its cheery refrain interrupting her thoughts. She swallowed hard, smoothed her hair and tugged at her short sundress, then answered the door. It was Dr.Jackson.

He looked dashing in his sport jacket and dark brown trousers. She felt so small, so inferior in every way to him. He swung the door behind him and it slowly slammed shut, dividing Laura's life into two parts: what had been before and a new, as yet unknown life.

Raymond had a bottle of wine in one hand and posters in the other. He put them on a side table then took Laura in his strong arms, smiled then kissed her deeply their lips smacking wetly. She reached up to caress his dark face, and gazed into his eyes. He tenderly brushed her hair aside and stroked her soft cheek. Her insides were beginning to churn with desire. Her delicate white hands massaged his expansive chest and she looked up at him with longing. For a scant few moments she thought to herself, Oh God, is this real? Am I really going through with this?

He let his sports jacket fall to the floor, then picked up the bottle of wine and posters and together they walked into the kitchen. He lifted her onto a bar stool as if she weighed nothing then remarked, "I see you got your cast removed. That will make it much nicer for us in bed."

Laura blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice. His mouth found hers again and he forced his tongue into her mouth and stood between her thighs as she sat stroking his arm with her hand. He gently lifted the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, and slid the top portion down toward her waist. Excitedly, he smiled and told her, "I haven't seen you fully naked yet, and I am so looking forward to it."

The feeling of his hot hands on her, and the cool air against her skin made her tingle between her thighs. Looking into her eyes, he started to slide her bra up over her tiny breasts. He twisted both nipples between his dark fingers saying, "Mmmmm... Very Nice... Ver-r-r-y nice. I want these every night, Laura."

She bit her bottom lip and moaned. Looking down through half closed eyes, she saw his huge black hands on her snowy skin and her long nipples standing hard and erect against the pink palms of his hands. His head moved forward to engulf her tiny right breast in his warm lips. They felt so soft and thick as he sucked her nipple that she felt as though she would melt inside.

She had never felt this kind of weakness with her beloved husband. She closed her eyes and gasping and shaking, she began to stroke Ray's clean-shaven head with her left hand. As he continued to suck and nibble, the petite white wife now held his dark head tightly to her breast with both hands. She kissed the top of his head, and then continued down the right side of his face, kissing his ear and neck wetly.

Her skin was becoming pink and flushed as he continued. He began alternately biting and sucking her skin and leaving his love marks on her soft flesh. Her right nipple was almost painfully erect as he moved slowly to her left breast. She gasped but had the presence of mind to pull her bra roughly over her head and toss it aside. Now Ray pulled back a few inches to admire her tiny chest. She arched her back to display her breasts and Ray continued to run his black hands over them.

She could not mouth words, but Ray broke the silence, looking at her taut up-tilted nipples, now each a deep red. He looked into her eyes saying, "Such perfect breasts. I would love to see a black baby suckling at them."

Laura was momentarily startled, caught her breath and said, "Baby? Black? No... I mean... How? I-I I thought you were, you know..."

Ray moved slowly to her left breast, and whispered, "Yes, but what if I wasn't?"

As he started to bite her nipple she moaned again, her vagina now wet and throbbing, all thought vanishing from her brain. His tongue wetly licked her swollen breast and she began to stroke his neck again. She massaged his strong shoulders as he pulled off his shirt and for the first time, she felt his strong shoulders and felt his muscled skin. "Mmmm..." she said, "You have such soft skin; so beautiful and dark."

He squeezed both breasts in his hot hands and Laura began to squirm on the stool. His lips found hers again as he tugged her sundress off her bottom. She moved her hips to help him, and soon she was clad only in her French cut panties. She felt for his manhood and began to pull his trousers down. They continued to kiss hotly, with Laura accepting his tongue deep in her wet mouth. She ran her hands over his naked skin then opened her eyes slightly to see how sensual it looked, her white hands on his ebony skin. She hadn't seen him fully naked yet, and suddenly the prospect made her even wetter at the thought.

"Laura," her lover whispered, "I need your mouth on my cock again. The right way this time."

"T-t-the right way?" she stuttered after catching her breath.

"Yes," he whispered gently, "The right way. On your knees, worshipping your man." Ray intended to break her in the right way and today would be the beginning. Laura thought momentarily of the image in her dream of Ray as a Nubian god figure then trembled perceptibly. Through parted lips she said softly, "The right way... I understand you... I just want to please you the right way too. Always."

He finished stripping then swept her into his arms. As he carried her upstairs she thought how powerful he was, and how much she wanted him. They paused midway and he kissed her open mouth once again. With her free hand she stroked his black skin.

When they at last arrived at the marital bedroom, he slid her slowly out of his arms and pushed her to her knees. She looked up into his deep brown eyes and without hesitation, submissively reached for his partly swollen cock with her right hand. Unlike with her husband's modest little member, her hand could not go all the way around. She engulfed the head immediately, pushing his dark foreskin back, exposing the lighter head. She suddenly smelled his strong African scent again, and unlike the first time when she was repulsed, this time it caused her mouth to water excitedly. Ray felt her mouth on him and moaned, "Yessss... Yes... baby. Now you need to learn to take it deep and slow for your man. I will teach you."

He grasped her head and said, "Open up your throat. Relax, and let me push." Her face was red and flushed but she let him take control. Looking down, he saw her breasts pink and flushed, her nipples hard, and her ribs expanding and contracting as she breathed rapidly in fear and excitement. Her earrings glinted in the light and her wedding bands were sparkling against her pale flesh as they moved up and down the skin of his belly.

He slowly moved his 10-inch cock down her throat until she could feel the wiry pubic hair around his member pushing against her nose and mouth. He moved in and out slowly until she gagged and explosively expelled his shaft from her aching throat. It was liberally coated with her saliva. She coughed and looked up apologetically. He stroked he face then gave her a little slap on the cheek, and said simply. "Again."

Laura licked the saliva from his tight black balls and then licked her way up the shaft again. She planted deep kisses on the shaft and then the head and opened her mouth very widely as she felt the huge mushroom head invade her lips again. She sucked the first five or six inches making loud slurping noises until Ray took control again. He reached over to the radio and turned it on thinking to help give this white girl a sense of rhythm. He deftly tuned it to a hip-hop station, and in moments she was moving in time to a strong drumbeat. She was beginning to feel things she had never felt before with her husband and understanding how important it was to suck black cock correctly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on making him feel her passion. Now she was feeling the jungle beat and the taste and scent of his huge cock take over her body.

After several minutes of her rhythmic sucking, he pulled her back from his shaft by her hair, and commanded, "Look up to me when you suck my cock. I want to see your eyes."

Obediently, she looked up at him with her blue eyes deep and glowing. She licked all around his head, paying special attention to his pee slit, leaking pre-cum.

He looked down at her masterfully, stroked her hair, then slapped her cheek again, this time more softly, and said, "Again."

She braced herself, opened wide and again took his cock deeply into her mouth. He held her head steady as he assaulted her open mouth and throat. With the music as a cue, she was now moving in time with his thrusts and found a way to breathe.

He moved her head back and forth on his swollen shaft in time with the beat of the urban music, until he could contain himself no longer. He wanted to see his cum coating her face and mouth, so he pulled until only the first five inches were still in her mouth. Laura's jaw was sore now, but she needed desperately to bring him to climax, to prove her worth to him. With one free hand she was touching her clit and her pussy lips and her excitement was growing.

Suddenly, Ray's balls tightened, he groaned like an animal and came explosively. Laura felt his thick cream spasm deeply into her mouth, from her lips and all over her neck and hair. Ray could only groan and keep pushing his body forward. Laura collapsed on the floor, spent from the effort. He black lover gazed down between his legs and smiled. He had begun her training and she had done very well.

Laura looked up at his massive form and tenderly stroked his ankles and calves. Ray extended an arm to her, and suggested they shower together. As they stood under the steamy water, Ray noticed that she had shaved her pussy smooth for him. He hadn't insisted on it, but he very much liked the effect. He reached out and stroked it and she responded by turning her back to him. Now standing behind her, he took her breast in one hand and thumbed her clit with the other.

Laura breathed excitedly and thrust her pussy forward to his fingers and thumb. She reached behind her and felt his cock. Unbelievably, he was hard again. Maggie had told her about the sexual appetites of black men, but until this moment, she hadn't understood how true it was. Ray continued to finger fuck her and to lay love marks on both side of her neck. Her neck and upper torso were now liberally covered in his love bites, which would within hours turn her porcelain pale flesh into a patchwork of bruises.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 03



Several miles away, her husband could hardly focus on work. It was now 5 P.M. and he hadn't heard a thing from Laura all day. His mind was on his wife and what must be happening at their house. He called her iPhone and after a couple rings he was surprised to hear Ray answer.

"Hi buddy?. How are you?" Ray said cheerily after seeing Mark's picture on the phone.

Mark responded, "Ummm. . . Can I speak with Laura? Is she there?"

Ray responded, "Sure, she's here. Well actually in the bathroom, douching I think. We've been going at it all afternoon, and I think she wanted to freshen up a bit. Can I take a message."

On the other end of the line, Mark's tears began to well in his eyes. Struggling to get the words out he said, "Umm. . . Just tell her I am going to be home late tonight."

Ray sat up on the edge of the bed noticed the white wife's panties, then picked them up to smell the aroma of Mark's woman, whom he had fucked several times now, and stuffed them into his trousers, which lay in a crumpled pile on the floor.

Boldly, Ray smiled to himself, then replied, "Well, actually we were planning to be busy until about 8 o'clock, so any time after that would be alright." He thought for a moment, then added, "Why don't you make it nine. There are a few things I want to teach your wife, and it may take a while."

Mark rang off the call, nervously clicking the 'End' button on the iPhone and looking at his wife's smiling picture fading from the screen. Now his heart pounded. It felt as though all the air had been knocked out of him. He had expected to have some emotional reaction to his wife's being with another man, but not a reaction this overwhelming.

He was incredulous over whether his wife could actually have done this. One part of him was praying that it didn't really happen. Another part was praying that if it did happen, it would only be a one-time thing that they would be able to talk about and that would excite them when they made love in the future. In either case, he couldn't wait to have his wife describe her afternoon.

He looked around and noticed that he was the last person in his section. He called for a pizza delivery then pushed away from the computer. He tried to imagine what might be going on at home. He was becoming completely overwrought with the thought of his wife alone with a powerful black man.

As he tried to control his imagination, he thought, this really couldn't be happening. They couldn't really be having sex. . . not his innocent, demure and proper wife and this self-assured black man.

Was this Dr. Jackson just pulling his leg? Had this man and his wife just cooked up some elaborate hoax. That was it, he told himself. He would come through the front door and find them sitting on the sofa, with the look of merry pranksters, revealing to him it was all a joke. He wiped tears from his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

His intellect was fighting to reject the possibility that she could really be with another man sexually -- not his innocent and naive wife, who had never been with anyone before him, who had 'saved herself' for him.

Ultimately though, his imagination took control of him. His heart raced and his modest penis was straining against his super hero briefs. Looking furtively and listening for any sound from the adjacent, he reached into his jeans and pulled out his modest little dick. 

He thought of how beautiful and delicate Laura was and when he imagined her on her back with her legs open for a black lover, his dick became painfully hard. He pictured them having sex at this very moment. He wished he had been able to talk with her, just to gauge her voice or perhaps get some clue about what was really going on.

When he closed his eyes he could see his white wife in the throes of ecstasy at this very moment lying back, or on her knees with a big black cock stroking away inside her. He squeezed his hard penis and closing his eyes he stroked back and forth. He desperately wanted to see her being fucked and learning to become a 'hotwife', learning from a masterful black lover.

He closed his eyes and imagined his wife's soft white hands caressing her black lover's skin, or maybe running them up and down his back as he sucked her nipples or ran his hand over her wide open pussy. He imagined his wife lying beside her lover, stroking his dark cock with her small white hand. Now his penis grew even harder; he stroked faster and slumped back in his office chair. With a sudden painful surge of adrenalin, he shot his own load onto the carpet and panicked; he grabbed several handfuls of paper towels from his desk. He tucked his now shrunken member back in his Superman briefs, and got down on his knees to wipe up the mess.

Now that the excitement was receding, a sudden pang of remorse washed over him. Oh my God, he thought, what did I talk Laura into? What if she really liked this? What if it really did become more than a one-time thing? What if she actually became addicted to him? What then?

---

At their home, miles away, Laura actually was slowly but inevitably becoming addicted to Ray Jackson. Of course, she didn't know this on a conscious level. It was happening in many subtle little ways and not all at once. Over the coming days and weeks, she would grow to love the feel of his skin on hers. She would become incredibly turned on by the contrast of his black skin on her pale body. She would be amazed at how wet she became when she felt his hands cup her firm breasts and the felt his fingers twist her nipples. It already amazed her that she was turned on by the smell and the feel of his hot sweat when he fucked her hard and fast. She already loved looking down over her belly and watching his black cock disappear into her, and the more they fucked, the more it would grow to excite her.

When she had sucked his cock to climax today, she was amazed at how the smell of his manhood stimulated her sexually, so much so that when his cum filled her mouth, her deepest desire was to swallow as much of it as possible and then lick him clean.

She was even amazed that when he tuned the radio to an urban station, while she lavished her mouth over his cock, then later when he slid between her legs to fuck her, how much it trained her to move her body in rhythm with his and enhanced her orgasm.

The next day, without even knowing why, she changed all the radio station presets to urban stations, and thought to herself how incredible it had been to fuck to soul or hip hop. She already was beginning to feel a new affinity to rap. Somehow, the music reflected the sexual superiority of black men and their rightful hold over their women.

Deep inside her she would also love his strength and the way he seemed to dominate her. His domination fulfilled her need to be submissive, which she had never even known existed deep inside her being and which Mark, with his gentle nerdy nature could in no way fulfill.

She already understood that Ray would never ask for permission for anything they did. Indeed he would never need to -- he would simply expect her obedience. She already knew she would be rewarded for her subservience with incredible climaxes and the delicious experience of their taboo sex.

Thus, after only a single day, her husband's deep fear was on its way to becoming a reality. In a thousand small ways, she was growing addicted to Ray, and although it would take her days to come to the realization, there would be nothing he would ask of her, no demand of her that she even consider refusing, even when she and her husband became the sexual toys of both Dr. Jackson and his African-born wife.

Now she had just cum hard from riding atop his cock as he lay back and let her control the pace of their fucking until a few minutes from their hot climax when he took hold of her hips and began to move her up and down as if she were a rag doll. She leaned forward and pushing her tiny chest forward, fed her breast into his hot mouth for him to suck as he stroked her into orgasm and moments later came hard inside her. She screamed as she felt forward on his chest. He held her hips steady and pushed his cock deep inside her, all the way up to his balls. She felt the hot cum in her pussy and that plus her climax made her pussy throb and her vaginal muscles and pull more of his potent cum back toward her womb.

So far this day, she had experienced four orgasms, and had felt Ray's hot baby batter as he came in wave after wave, deep in her pussy each time. In contrast, whenever her husband came, there were a couple tiny little spurts. No wonder, she thought, no wonder she and Mark had never conceived. Her husband was so much less than Ray in every department.

She had a sudden fleeting thought about the dangers of becoming impregnated with his black baby. What, exactly did Ray mean when he asked her if it mattered whether he was 'fixed' or not. She decided she might have to go on the pill just to be safe.

Getting hormonal birth control could be an issue with her gynecologist, but she knew it was the only answer. She already knew that her black lover would never suffer the indignity of a condom, and she really loved feeling him with nothing between them and got an extra rush out of feeling his hot cum when he climaxed deep inside her. An abortion would be an even bigger problem. In the state in which they lived, as in so many now, abortions were either outright illegal or almost impossible to get. Perhaps Ray, with his professional contacts, would be able to fix her up with an understanding gynecologist. In any case, the thought only lasted a second or so, then quickly vanished when Ray stroked her once more and a sudden sexual thrill ran through her body as she felt his fleshy cock touch every part of her pussy.

She loved or at least lusted after so much in this man already. Their sex had the power to overrule any rational thinking. She was beginning to react to him with her animal brain and her body alone. Her body had learned in the short span of the day how wonderful it felt to hold onto the thick muscles of his black ass as he circled and thrust at the same time. Her body was even learning to love the pain of his thrusts as he stretched her vagina with his huge cock.

Indeed the pain was already turning to pleasure for her and would even more so in the coming days and weeks. Even after his departure tonight she would continue to think about him and just the thought would make her pussy wet with desire, very much beyond her control. Although she would not know how or why, in a hundred small ways, she would grow addicted to her new black lover.

It was now getting late and Laura was torn. She didn't want the ecstasy she had experienced this day to end, but she wanted to avoid a difficult scene with her husband. She threw on a robe to cover her nudity and walked her black lover down the stairs and to the front door. She was still covered with sweat from their fucking, and cum was both leaking from her pussy and drying on her thighs.

Her body felt and looked like a battleground. Her entire crotch was aching and beginning to bruise and there was a patchwork of love bites on her pale skin, from her neck to her breasts. Ray bit her thighs a few times, but told her he would not eat her pussy until he felt assured that no other man, her husband included, had been allowed to touch her pussy. It was a privilege she would have to earn.

In their doorway, her black lover took the diminutive white wife in his arms and kissed her long and lavishly, his tongue pushing deep past her warm lips. Her robe fell open to expose her nakedness to the night air. As she reclined against the doorway, she waved goodbye to the tall black man backing out of her drive in his BMW.

She was completely unaware of Mark's Subaru parked on the tree lined street or the fact that the scene was an eerie reflection of something that Laura had witnessed a couple days earlier. Here she was, another white wife, waving goodbye to her black boyfriend. Her robe was askew and barely covering her nudity, cum running down her thigh from her red and swollen pussy. Both Laura and her husband were now suddenly, but separately and in different ways, aware the power of her black lover.

---

Laura was rushing to change the sheets and still in her robe when her husband came up the stairs and into their bedroom. The scent of sex was still obvious and strong. Mark could scarcely believe how worn out his wife looked. It was fairly obvious that she had been with a man and that they had vigorous sex. Until that moment, it was possible for him to deny that his wife had been unfaithful, but things were now completely transparent to him. Tears were forming in his eye, but he managed to mouth a quiet greeting, saying, "H-h-hi honey. H-h-ow are you? How was your day?"

His wife frowned, incredulous at his ridiculous question and feeling incredibly guilty. She felt some pity for her sweet little husband along with the remorse, but she also felt a surge of power from the changed dynamic between them. Suddenly she felt angered by the weak greeting and the tears and the shaking in his hands. She stared at him and replied, "Mark, how the hell do you think I am. I did just what you wanted me to. What the hell do you want me to say?"

Mark looked at his wife and saw her anger coloring her skin deep pink. The robe was hanging loosely on her skinny frame and he could see everything -- bruises on her shoulder and hips; bites on her tight little breasts and cum leaking from her pussy onto her thighs. He felt lightheaded and faint. He mumbled, "Laura. . . I-I I'm sorry. . . I just. . . "

Feeling compassion for him, she let him steady himself on her and she maneuvered him to their marital bed, sticky with her black lover's cum, and soaked with the stench of sex between black man and white woman.

She pushed him back gently, taking his shoes and sox off and tenderly stroking his forehead. She smiled a crooked little smile, gazed into his eyes trying to read his mind, then ventured, "It's alright honey, nothing to worry about. Nothing has changed. Just lie back and relax. Let's get you into your Green Lantern PJs."

Acknowledging her tenderness, he nodded his head and helped her pull his clothing off. She reached down to the floor where his PJs had fallen from their usual place under his pillow. The pillow, like all the bedclothes had gotten a rigorous workout today, used to enhance her position for her new lover.

Finally when Mark was completely disrobed, she stroked his face and asked if he was feeling better. Mark nodded his head, and catching his breath, ventured a question. Looking at her he said, "Honey, what about. . . well. . . about today? What did. . . Umm. . . You know."

His voice trailed off and his face blanched white in nervous fear. Laura licked her lips unsure where to begin. She started out gently, saying, "Well. . . Umm. . . I don't know exactly. I don't know what to say, where to begin. We. . . well. . . gosh, how to say this? Well, we did what you probably think we did. So there it is, honey."

She softly caressed his naked chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly. Running her hands over his chest and belly, she added, "Maybe it would be best if you just asked me specific stuff."

Mark surveyed his wife's face and looked deep into her eyes. Had she really fucked another man? Was she really a whore for a black man? Unfaithful to him? Was that true? As he surveyed her body, he thought to himself, Mark, you're an idiot. Of course it was true. Her body was silent testimony to sexual combat such as they had never known in their years of married life. Their bed reeked with the evidence of sex.

Still, he wanted to her it from her own mouth. He nervously licked his dry lips and asked the one question he needed to ask first, "Laura, did you... did you... did you fuck him?"

She looked across at his small frame and tears began to well in her eyes. "Umm, yes, honey. Yes, I let him fuck me. A lot. I-I. . . Well, I lost count really. But a lot."

She stroked his face and her lips trembled in sadness and guilt. Mark nodded his head, licked his lips again and asked, "Ok, alright. I get it. Did you. . . Did you like it? Was it what you expected?"

His wife moved closer to him and rested her hand on his thigh, tenderly squeezing it. She nodded, lowering her head in shame. Her full hair fell forward hiding her face, as if she didn't want him to see her expression. She said, "I'm not going to lie, Mark. It was the most fantastic thing I have ever experienced. I don't remember it moment for moment, and honestly there were times when it was kind of an out of body experience for me. I just remember laughing, crying, and just reacting like an animal. It was... intense."

Mark's hand reached over to punch the radio 'Off' button, killing the ethnic vibe of the urban music playing in the background. Tenderly, he stroked her cheek trying to push back her hair from her face. He smiled at her lowered face and said, "Honey, this is fine. More than fine. It's what we said we wanted to try. Don't be ashamed. Don't be frightened."

Laura managed a small smile, which he felt with his hand more than saw. She moved her hand over his flaccid little penis and thought, My God, he's like a little boy. Ray was so right, there's no way Mark will ever satisfy me again. Her pussy throbbed and rippled as the thought of Ray crept into her mind. Under the warmth of her hand, she felt Mark's dick stir.

Resting on her left arm, she stroked her husband's dick up and down a couple times with her right hand. Mark moaned and asked her, "You didn't use condoms, I guess?"

Laura lowered her head hiding her face again. She shook her head, and explained, "No, Ray doesn't use a condom, but I think it's fine. He said he was fixed and we wouldn't get me into trouble that way. All the same, I think I should go to the gynecologist and get something just to be on the safe side."

She noticed his dick really stiffening now pointing up from his pelvis. Mark looked at her lowered head, and said, "Baby, I need you so bad right now. I want to make love to you so bad. Lie back baby. Please?"

Laura began to cry again, and mumbled, "Oh God, honey. My whole crotch feels like someone took a battering ram to it. Can we wait? Or maybe... maybe..."

Mark was a little crestfallen, but took up the thread, "Maybe?" he said.

She sniffed and wiped the tears away. In a meek little voice, she pointed to her crotch and said, "Maybe you would like to kiss me there. I love the way you turn my on with your lips and your tongue. You are so good at it. No one else compares to you honey."

Mark's dick became rock hard. He moved to slide between his wife's legs, careful not to touch her tender crotch with his hands. Laura pushed against his shoulders, holding him at bay for a moment. She looked at him earnestly, and with a tone of tenderness tinged with pity, she said, "Sweetie, I need to warn you, I still have a lot of Ray's cum inside me. A lot. Is that going to be a problem?"

Mark salivated involuntarily as he pushed against his wife's restraint. He shook his head then blushing, he whispered, "No, that's fine."

His wife could see that he was deeply embarrassed, and taking pity she relaxed the force pushing against him. She stroked the peach fuzz on his cheek, and said tenderly, "Now, don't be embarrassed honey. I want your needs to be satisfied too. We are in a whole new area here. Ray told me you might be sensitive about expressing your needs, but I want you to feel the same incredible highs I feel right now. Go ahead, use that talented tongue to drive your woman wild! Oh and honey, could you be a sweetie and turn the radio back on. I want to cum for you listening to some hot soul."

Relaxing one arm at her side, and using the other to pull his head toward her crotch, she opened her legs wide. As his lips touched her baby bald pussy, Mark caught his wife's familiar heady scent plus something new, the overpowering odor of cum from her black lover.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 03



Laura stroked his hair, and relishing the feel of his tongue touching her sensitive labia, she saw his little dick, now obviously painfully erect. She continued to stroke his hair, and said sweetly, "That's it my little man. Be sweet and make mama cum hard with your talented tongue. Ray told me you would enjoy tasting his seed in my pussy, and judging by the size of that little peenie, he was right, he was right, wasn't he?"

She was not deliberately trying to belittle him with her words. Without knowing it, she was simply reflecting the completely altered sexual dynamic between them, combined with things she had heard and seen on the DVDs they watched. The words seemed to come naturally. In between their sex earlier, Ray had explained to her that she would have to start treating her husband this way -- that it was what he craved. It wasn't going to come easily for her, but she was already starting to see some benefits. She gasped as Mark devotedly licked her wet open cunt. 

Mark said nothing, but finally getting past the overpowering scent of cum, he now lapped at his wife's pussy earnestly. He couldn't help notice how stretched and wide open her vagina was. He had never seen so far into the depths of her pussy. As he stuck his tongue as deeply as he could into her, his wife's gaping pussy began to throb and was now pushing out more thick white cum toward his mouth.

She began to move her hips in time to the beat of Mos Def rapping 'Hip Hop' and unconsciously, her husband picked up the rhythm too, tenderly sucking her distended clit between his lips. Moving her hips in a circle in time to the rap -- something she had never done before with him -- she ground her pelvis hard into his face. As Laura now held his head tight to her mons, Mark could not believe he was actually smelling and tasting another man's cum from his wife's pussy.

Gasping for breath, Laura came in rippling waves of climax. She half moaned, then screamed, "Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes Ray... Yes!"

Mark fell back short of breath, with cum smearing his face, and the stench of her well-fucked pussy in his nostrils. His dick was still aching with need.

Laura coughed out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then Mark picked up the vibe and laughed too. Looking across at her husband, she said, "Wow, you were awesome. I may just need you to eat my pussy every night now young man!"

Noticing his erection, she continued, "Poor baby, you're still hard. Lie back, close your eye and let me tell you some other things while you stroke that little peenie."

Mark was embarrassed to masturbate in front of his wife. He had never done that before, but they had never experienced anything like this day before either. Laura sensed his embarrassment, then leaned across, took his hand and wrapped it around his penis. She combed her fingers through his hair, and then said, "Just imagine me being fucked by Ray, honey. Imagine his huge black cock inside my pussy, just like those videos we watched. Ray can fuck so fast and so deep, honey. Ray told me that a cuck husband really gets an intense climax from knowing about his wife and her boyfriend. Was he right, sweetie?"

Mark said nothing. His eyes were closed and he was looking away from her and toward the radio, his hand moving to the beat. She continued, being as sensitive as possible, "That is what you are now, honey, isn't it? You're a cuck, and that's fine. It's just fine. I love you just the same. But ..."

She hesitated then bit her lower lip. Finally, she pressed on while still watching her husband stroke his penis up and down. She said, "But... Now there are some things, some other things Ray wants me to talk with you about."

Mark's hand slowed down, His member was deflating slightly. He opened his eyes to listen. Lifting his eyebrows he waited, still saying nothing.

His wife moved her hand over to his chest and unconsciously began to massage his boyish nipples. Quietly, she continued to talk, "Ray has certain... conditions I guess you'd say, that are part of this kind of relationship, and I think they are good for all of us."

Mark, moved his hand away from his penis and listened. Laura said, "First, Ray wants to be with me exclusively -- at least for a while. It's healthy for all of us he says."

Mark looked over at her and asked "Be with? What does that mean?"

Laura saw his concern then pulling at his nipple, then went on, "Well, just sexually, that's all. It means that you would have to satisfy yourself for a while like you're doing now, or by going down on me."

She hastily continued, "Which I would love. I mean completely love. I love to watch you stroke your peenie, and you just saw how you can make me feel with your talented tongue!"

Mark was crestfallen; especially when she called his member, which he had always thought was pretty large, a 'peenie'. That was a new term for her. He wondered where it came from? He thought perhaps it was something that she had picked up in pillow talk with this Ray. He had to admit to himself though that he had a feeling that such a condition was coming. It was certainly something that other husbands whose wives had black boyfriends had to endure. As far as being called a 'cuck', well it certainly seemed true.

Laura moved her hand down to his pelvis and began massaging his shaft. She told him, "Honey, Ray is really large and it will take a lot of getting used to before he stretches my pussy to be just right for him. I will be hurting a lot in the beginning, so it's only natural for you and me to refrain... It'll probably just be for a while anyway, just until Ray and I fuck some more. Maybe a few weeks or so, you know?."

Mark gritted his teeth and managed to say, "S-s-so I guess this is going to continue? Fucking him, I mean?"

Sheepishly, Laura smiled a crooked smile and said, "Yeah. I guess it is, honey."

She shrugged, and continued, "Can you blame me? After all, this is what you really wanted, right?"

Laura leaned over and took his soft dick head into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down his rigid shaft for several seconds, then swirled her tongue over his had before slowly pulling her mouth from him.

Mark sank into the mattress, letting his wife continue to stroke him with her hand. She went on, "Secondly, I guess Ray is shy or whatever, but he wants privacy with me. And again, it's just to begin with, maybe a couple months, you know? He told me that he would call you in a few days to talk about each of our roles, and how we will get the most of our new arrangement. So expect that."

Now she was moving her hand up and down his dick more vigorously and she could feel him responding. Her hand and his hips were moving in synchrony to the beat of the music of Ludacris rapping "My Chick Bad."

"Also," she explained, "Ray wants us to meet some people who can help us get the most satisfaction out our new roles. He told me that he or his wife would be calling us both to set things up."

Mark was puzzled but enjoying his wife's soft hands. He moaned a little which made Laura smile. "I guess the heart of the matter is that Ray wants me hot for him when he fucks me, and along with the other things, he doesn't want my attention divided between the two hot men in my life, and honestly, I want to be hot for him too. He says that at least for a while, you would just need to satisfy yourself when you need to."

Gently but firmly, she moved his right hand onto his shaft and cupped it while together they stroked his shaft. Then she moved her hand away, and lay back beside her husband. He stroked furiously for several seconds then a couple spurts shot into the air above him and landed on his heaving belly. Laura raised an eyebrow in surprise and suppressed a smirk. 

The rap music had gotten to the part of a lyric where the rappers shouts, "Your girl be sick, but my girl's sicker. She rides that cock and she handles her licker." Laura thought, that's who I want to be now, Ray's white whore, riding his cock every chance I get. She sensed that there was a bad girl inside her, ready to be unleashed and she sensed that Ray would be the man to unleash it. Ray was clearly twice the man Mark could ever be. The fleeing thought occurred to her that maybe having Ray's babies inside wouldn't be the worst thing in the world she could think of.

Her husband lay back hot and exhausted. Laura let him come down off the high for a minute then squeezing his right arm said, "So Mark, those are the -- I guess you would call them -- rules of the road. Are we going to be OK with them?"

Mark finally opened his eyes, and looked blankly up at the ceiling. He cleared his throat then said, "I don't know, honey. This is all very new to me. I mean... I-I guess so. Yeah, I am fine with it. Whatever makes you happy?"

Laura's Irish temper flared, "Whatever makes me happy? ME? Damn you, Mark Steven Taylor. Damn You! Don't try to guilt trip me honey. You know this was all your idea from the very beginning, from the moment you brought those DVDs into the house, you know you wanted this to happen. I gave you so many chances to put the brakes on. Now when Ray and I ask you to make one or two tiny sacrifices, you start whining like a spoiled child. God, you're hopeless. I should think you would be happy now that you got what you pushed for." 

Even this morning, I asked you several times -- several times -- whether you wanted to go through with this. You know I did, and now that you gave your permission, I very definitely want things to go forward. I want to experience everything I can from this new relationship, and I think you do too; admit it young man!"

Mark thought then explained, "I just didn't think I would be left out in the cold; that you and I wouldn't... you know..."

Laura shot back angrily, "Yes, I do know. I know exactly. First of all, I think it's just going to be for a little while, and secondly, you're a cuck now. Actually, you're MY cuck now! Don't you understand what that means? Don't play dumb with me. You pushed so hard for this after all." 

Mark frowned, and then said apologetically, "God, Laura. I am sorry. I'm sorry I pushed you into this, Can't we just go back to the way things were before today?" 

Still angry, his wife replied, "No, we cannot. I have had a taste of incredible sex and I want more of it. Lots more. Look, to be honest, I don't know where this will lead. I want us to experience it. I do have a little concern about conception and pregnancy and such. As I already told you, we won't be using condoms. It's a matter of pride with black men, and honestly, after today, I don't think I would ever want him to use them. I will take care of that as soon as I can. End of discussion!"

Seeing the look of utter defeat on her husband's face, she softened her tone saying, "Now be Mama's sweet little cuck boy. Go run a bubble bath for Mama and bring me a sandwich and a glass of white wine. My body aches all over. You're Mama's sweet cuck, right?"

She patted him on the cheek dismissively. Turning away from her so that she wouldn't see his tears, Mark went to the bathroom to start her bath before going to the kitchen to make her sandwich. She saw his shoulders shaking and again her anger rose. Seeking to jab the hurt a little deeper, she added, "And while you're at it, change these fucking bed linens. God, they have dried cum all over them and they smell like someone has been fucking in here all day."

He sank out of sight down the stairs without a word.

Laura rose languidly from the bed, stretching her long legs in the process. She combed her fingers through her hair then ran a hand down to her trim tummy. Deep inside her womb, deeper than her husband had ever penetrated, millions of Ray's potent black sperm swam vigorously, seeking a long stay in her fertile belly. Laura intended to see her doctor for birth control as soon as she was cleared to drive. She never even considered the possibility that it might already be too late.

---

Late that night, Dr. Raymond Jackson reflected on the day that had unfolded for him. He could believe how well things were falling into place. He had hired this white wife specifically with this possibility in mind. For years now, he desired nothing more deeply than to fuck a white woman, preferably a married one, and even more to dominate her; to make her his; and best of all to take her away from her husband, preferably aided and abetted by the husband. 

He swirled his double scotch and rocks around in its cut crystal glass and chuckled to himself. He took Laura's soiled panties from his pocket and inhaled the scent from the white wife's pussy which he had fucked so many times today. The husband, now he was an unexpected bonus. As much as Jackson wanted to make the wife his concubine, getting both of them would add immeasurably to the experience. The husband was proving to be exactly the kind of white wimp he could have hoped for. Looking at the husband's photograph next to the bed, Ray thought he looked more like her twin sister than her husband. He would be easy to control and to enlist as an enabler to Jackson's need were met.

It was a happy coincidence, one which surprised and delighted Jackson that the couple had already been exploring interracial sex as evidenced by their DVD collection and Laura's explanation. Their curiosity wasn't that surprising in this part of the state where blacks outnumbered whites 3 to 1 and where white wives were now, because of the rise of black men in society, coming into close and intimate daily contact with the black professionals who managed and rated white subordinates. White women had a strongly vested interest in pleasing their black bosses, and Laura was no exception.

Several of Jackson's male friends and affluent black neighbors had white girls and couples in sexual relationships 'on the side'. His next door neighbor, Hank Smallwood was a wealthy OB-GYN who was doing a thriving back door trade in either aborting fetuses for white girls or wives who had gotten in a family way from some of Ray's friends and professional associates, or even more delightful to Ray, delivering their black babies. Indeed, Ray's plans with Laura absolutely included breeding her; his only task would be convincing her to keep his spawn and then breeding more with her. He already knew that once a white woman had been bred and the evidence was clear that she had gone black, breeding the second or third became just that much easier.

Of course, Ray's friend Hank always exacted an extra little fee for service from every white woman referred to him by one of their friends. At a party one night at the Jackson's, Hank had revealed to the group of black men drinking with him that he had fucked literally dozens of white girls and women carrying black babies as part of his payment. They all had readily agreed, even those whom he talked into keeping their men's babies. He further explained that he always encouraged white women to keep their babies. In this state, he had told them, the option of abortion was almost impossible, so they might as well go through with the pregnancy, whatever the consequences to their marriages. The cluster of black men burst into uproarious laughter as Hank described the look of utter shock and defeat on the faces of a few of the white husbands when he pulled a little brown bundle from the gaping vagina of a white mother, cleaned it and presented it to the 'father' with a hearty wish of congratulations. 

In cases where the mother had chosen to keep the facts from the husband, this was invariably the reaction. The husband of one patient he remembered had been in Iraq for 12 months. She had told him that she had gotten pregnant watching a 3D interracial porn video. When Hank had explained that the husband had bought her story, the group of men had practically keeled over en masse, choking with laughter. Hank had counseled the husband to make certain he found more interracial porn for his wife -- but 2D only—before his next deployment.

Ray considered that Laura too, might possibly become a patient of Hank's. She had warned him more than once that she was extremely fertile, and worried about pregnancy. By the time she discovered her predicament, Ray reasoned that he would no longer have a particularly strong need for her to be sexually exclusive with him. Indeed when he revealed this relationship to his African supremacist wife, she would probably insist on recruiting other black men to fuck her, to ensure that Ray would not harbor lingering feelings for her. To Ray's wife, all whites and especially their women, were simply animals for the superior black race to use as they wished. In any case, Ray decided that he would insist on Laura changing to Dr. Hank Smallwood -- his most trusted friend -- as her doctor, whether she wound up carrying his black spawn or not. It would be a good idea having an ally to help control her.

It wasn't that he hated Laura. Not by any means. Reflecting back on the day, he knew that she was the most incredible woman he had even fucked. The third of fourth time they fucked, when her pussy finally started to loosen up and he was able to penetrate her all the way to his balls, there were moments that Ray felt he was in heaven. Laura's pussy was so wet, so liquid, and so hot, he felt that he just wanted to stay inside her forever. He loved the way her strong pussy muscles desperately gripped his cock, and her body was so responsive to him that he knew she was already feeling much more than lust for him. The next time he fucked her, he decided, would be more than hard driving sex. He would make love, tenderly and slowly with this wife, to assure she was his, body and soul. Then the things he and his wife would force on her and her husband would be much harder for her to refuse.

Reflecting further, he decided that he loved almost everything about her -- Her youth and enthusiasm in bed; the feel of her delicate body beneath him; the beauty of her white skin; the way she held him and willingly squeezed the cum from his cock when he came -- all these things and dozens more made her a wonderful and very trainable lover. She was so different to any of the black women he had been with as to be something else altogether.

For a fleeting moment, he imagined divorcing his powerful wife, taking Laura exclusively for his woman and breeding a gaggle of black babies by this incredibly beautiful young girl. In his mind's eye, he could see her in their bed, her white skin lit by the light of a crackling fire in the massive fireplace, her belly swollen with his baby, arms and legs open wide for him. The thought quickly vanished though. He realized that he could and would have all of that and much more without having to suffer the social stigma of a white wife.

Among his social class, there would have been considerable repercussions in taking a white woman for anything other than sex on the side. Breeding white wives or using them and their husbands for kinky sex was highly approved, but anything resembling an emotional commitment would be absolutely frowned upon. Thus, although he could see himself fucking Laura into the future, he could not allow himself an emotional attachment to her.

He admitted to himself that there was also a bit of sweet revenge involved in what he was doing and planning to do. When he was younger, Laura's age to be exact, and an AAU track star, a white girl asked him for his autograph. She seemed friendly, they chatted for a while and emboldened, Ray asked her for a date. She just laughed at him, and replied, "You must be joking! My parents would kill me if I ever dated a nigg...." She choked the words off before they were completed, but he got the point and the blow was devastating, He never again looked at white women and two years later married his wife, born Tanya Djibutto in South Africa. 




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 03



Tanya was also a former athlete and in her teen years, had advocated taking citizenship away from the white minority in her country. Together they had two boys who were now 19 and 17, and showed promise both athletically and academically. Their boys would clearly ascend as the next generation of affluent elite blacks. Tanya's Ph.D. was in behavioral analysis, and when Desert Storm broke out, the military recruited her to both interrogate prisoners and analyze their stories. When Ray told her of the young white wife's flirtation a few months ago, she actively encouraged him to pursue the girl. Tanya outlined an audacious plan that would involve them in a kinky arrangement with the girl and her husband. Ray refused at first, and then reluctantly went along after Tanya reminded him of his continued treatment by white women, and how much Laura seemed like the girl who had laughed at his presumption so many years earlier. Indeed, Laura had also admitted to him that she had the kind of parents who would kill her if she even became intimate with a black man. He clenched his jaw and wondered to himself how they would react to her having his black baby inside her belly.

For the moment though, he simply relished the sexual high that still suffused his body and spirit. Again he breathed deeply from Laura's panties and thought, these are from my woman. My Woman, he She will be mine now. His cock still ached a little from pounding her incredibly soft and supple pussy. On advice from Tanya, he would refrain from calling or contacting her for a couple days. Tanya had explained that if Ray could exact a promise from Laura to refrain from relations with her husband, the time would serve to build her sexual tension and make her need for Ray to grow. Ray laughed to himself thinking, it would also give her a little time to recover physically. He had really broken in her pussy for his massive cock today.

---

Laura slept fitfully and woke up cranky and tired the next day. She and Mark had slept as far apart as possible on their king sized bed and spoken only a few words in the morning. She was beginning to feel that Mark was so much less of a man than she thought. Certainly he suffered in comparison to Ray. For the second time in as many days, she imagined herself married to Dr. Jackson, the wife of a well-respected academic and mother of his babies. Laura woke up thinking how much she wanted Ray to be beside her and how, if she was his wife, she would wake him with a long deep blow job.

Instead, she woke next to her husband who now seemed to blame her for carrying out his deepest fantasies, and who seemed reluctant to agree to a simple request that they refrain from sex so that she could concentrate on her new lover -- a lover he had fully agreed to. Men were so stupid, she thought to herself. She feigned sleep that morning until Mark quietly dressed and left for work.

On top of everything else, her ankle was hurting a little again from all the sexual gymnastics the previous day. She rose to take a pain pill and seeing herself in the mirror regarded the complete mess of her body. She saw that her mons was swollen and bruised. She turned and saw distinct handprints on her pale ass, and then she ran her hands over the multiple hickeys on her neck and breasts, and the few on her belly. There were none below her belt line; she knew she would have to earn the privilege of Ray doing cunnilingus on her by not letting her pussy be touched by a white penis, and that only made her desire to fulfill that requirement stronger.

She showered and lathering up around her pussy, she felt the soreness in her crotch which reminded her that she need to call her gynecologist to make an appointment to get on the pill. She towel dried her long hair and wrapping a bath towel around her slender body. She picked up her iPhone and scrolled down until she saw 'OB-GYN' listed then punched at the number with her thumb.

The doctor's receptionist answered brusquely and then told Laura that it might be several weeks before the doctor could see her as the clinic was being blockaded by religious fanatics who were picketing the clinic for performing abortions. She suggested that Laura might want to look for a new gynecologist as the situation would make it difficult for non-emergency patients. Laura cursed silently and slammed the phone down. The rest of her day was tedious as she decided to rest her foot and her body in general. She noticed the same black guy -- she decided it was Maggie's Baby Daddy -- going into the house across the street, He didn't leave by the time darkness fell, and Laura was a bit jealous of her neighbor, knowing now just how great black sex was from her own personal experience. 

Laura cursed at the number of mistakes she had made on the spreadsheet she was working. She knew exactly what her problem was. She had been waiting the entire day from some word -- a text, and email, or best of all a call -- from Dr. Jackson but her iPhone had been silent all day except for some idiotic posts from Facebook friends. For a moment she mused that she should change her relationship status to "Fucking my black lover, not going back", then dismissed the idea.

The next day, Friday was also tedious and without word from Ray. Laura had an extremely healthy sex drive and two days without sex, and the prospect of the weekend without it were driving her straight up the wall. When Mark came come Friday night, she suggested that they see a movie to "take their minds off things," and Mark readily agreed hoping to take the chill off their relationship. When they returned home at 11.30, they went straight to bed. Mark waited a few minutes with the lights out then when they nestled on their right sides, he reached around to fondle his wife's breasts. She brushed his hand away and reminded him that she was still sore (only slightly a lie), and suggested that they just cuddle. Mark's penis, which had been stiffening at the prospect that Laura might relent and let him fuck her, grew flaccid and small. He consoled himself that at least it felt good to be close to her again.

Saturday and Sunday were quiet. Sunday night, Laura suggested they watch some of the DVDs together and in some snippets, she pointed out things that she had done with Ray and how it felt, and in others, she pointed out things that she wanted to try with Ray. Mark had a raging hard-on, so she started stroking him with her hand, then considered that even that might be too much closeness to white dick for Ray, and she placed Marks' hand on his penis and kissed his cheek while he stroked to a weak climax. Before they turned the lights out, she went to the bathroom and compulsively washed her hands to remove any trace that she had touch a white penis.

The next day started out with bright and cloudless skies and Laura was in a much better mood. In one more day, her ankle would be fully mended and she would be certified to drive again. She could return to work and be closer to Ray. The one dark cloud was that Ray hadn't contacted her at all for four days. Now her sex drive was really out of control. If he didn't come to see her today, she would have to masturbate with a big cucumber or something equally crazy. Her crotch was feeling so much better and the thought of Ray made her body tingle and her pussy throb.

At around eleven, she heard a text alert on her iPhone, and she hopped over to get to it. It was a message from Ray, and it read, "Hey sweetie. Been busy here. Missing you."

She anxiously typed back, "Missing you so much. Need you really bad. Like NOW."

On the other end of the conversation, Ray chuckled to himself. He thought to himself, that's my woman!

He tapped in, "Call if coast clear."

Laura felt another tingle in her loins, and quickly typed, "Coast ALWAYS clear for you."

She poked at the favorite contact list and punched his number. A moment later he answered.

Laura took a deep breath and said, "Hi. God I need you so bad."

Ray let a silence fall for several moments, then replied, "Have you been a good girl? No little 'excursions' with hubby?"

Laura practically gushed, "Darling, I have been so good. Of course I haven't let Mark touch me. Not even for a moment. Can you come?" then laughed nervously and added, "Come over I mean?"

She was becoming emotional, and her eyes were dewy. She wanted to feel him inside her so badly she ached.

Ray was silent again for interminable seconds, appearing to turn the matter over in his mind. Laura bit her lower lip and the doubts began to creep through. What if she wasn't enough for him? What if she didn't satisfy him? What if he didn't want to see her again for whatever reason? Tears were beginning to form.

Ray said brusquely, "I will be there at one."

Laura was relieved and in a sudden emotional release she spoke breathlessly, replying, "Oh Ray. I promise I will be so good for you. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just come."

Ray clicked off the call thinking to himself that this situation was just getting better and better.

Laura busied herself for the next few hours tidying the house and deciding what to wear for Ray. She finally decided on a sheer black Victoria Secrets lingerie top and matching panties Mark had bought for her last Christmas, but which she had never even modeled for him, rebuking him for buying her anything so whorish.

When Ray arrived, her heart nearly jumped into her throat. She hopped to the door, ran her fingers through her thick mane and opened the door to welcome her black lover. He strode through the entrance and his cock almost immediately grew to its fully erect size. As his eyes drank in her beauty, enhanced by the sheer lingerie, she practically leaped into his arms surrendering her lips and mouth to him. The smacking sound of their kiss resonated through the small foyer. He maneuvered her to the dining room and again they embraced. The dining room had a large sliding glass door that backed up to the secluded back yard. The light streaming into the room made her skin look warm and radiant. Her tiny breasts stood out and the nipples pushed the transparent lingerie out. 

They made small talk, then Ray told her he need to take her right there. He opened one of side windows to let some cooler air into the room, and then kissed her deeply again. he slipped the sheer top off her shoulders and began to knead her breasts with his large warm hands. Laura looked down at her breasts and her pussy immediately began to lubricate. Her breasts grew almost a half size and her nipples reddened and grew hard. She was clearly excited and Ray could see that in her deep blue eyes. Her irises had expanded to twice their size and reflected her sexual desire for him. He moved behind her cupping her breasts and moved her to the large sliding glass. He continued to cup her breasts after brushing her hair aside on the right side of her neck and began to kiss her ear and neck, renewing some of the same hickeys he had made days earlier, and making some new ones.

With his left arm around her neck and his right massaging her breast, he moved her closer to the glass. She reached behind her and began to squeeze his cock through his trousers. After kissing her neck on both sides, he turned her around to face him. Now her back was touching the door glass with her back and buttocks and he leaned down to kiss her breasts. She massaged both his arms and the diamond of her wedding ring caught her eye. For a moment she paused as if to consider her marriage, then as Ray's dark lips worked their magic on her nipples, the thought was quickly forgotten.

The white wife continued to massage his shoulders, then she slid obediently to her knees, knowing what was expected of her. Backed up to the sliding glass door, she unzipped his trousers and her mouth was quickly on his cock. She inhaled the heady aroma of his cock as she pushed back his foreskin and then took him deeply into her salivating mouth. She immediately showed him her devotion by looking up into his dark eyes and never breaking contact as she took his huge member even further into her loving mouth.

Ray moaned and began to pull off the rest of his clothes. He undid his tie and tossed it aside. His blue shirt quickly followed as the petite wife continued to stroke his dark cock with her lips. As Ray pulled his pants down, Laura started to stroke his shaft back and forth in rhythm to her sucking. Her hand began to circle his shaft and he tenderly ran his fingers through her silky hair. they paused for a moment as he ordered her to pull his briefs down. When they fell softly to the floor, she enthusiastically started to lick his balls, enraptured by the strong musky smell from between his legs. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, loving every moment of devotion this sweet young girl was lavishing upon him. She managed to deep throat him, then gagged coughing is his member up liberally covered with her saliva.

Ray took her hand, and then told her to rise. Her face, then her breasts bumped into his rigid cock as she rose. He turned her around to face the glass and pulled her upwards so that her body was bent over at ninety degrees. She rested her face and arms on the glass. He moved close and saw her supple ass and the swollen pink lips of her pussy beckoning him. Owing to their height difference he found he had to half crouch to penetrate her. Swiftly and roughly, he shoved his massive shaft into her waiting pussy, watching as she stretched to permit his ebony shaft entry. She half moaned, half screamed as he pushed harder. She was still tense, so he put a hand lightly on her back to soothe her. Now he half pulled and shoved even harder. Her face and forearms were pressed tightly against the sliding glass door.

Laura screamed, but then said, "Yesssss. . . Oh My God. . . Yes, yes."

He reached under her to twist her nipples with his left hand then grabbed her long hair with his right. He pulled hard on her hair, hurting her and this time penetrated her so deeply that his balls hit against her ass. He moaned, then said, "Relax, bitch. Let my cock do the work."

She moaned when he called her 'bitch' and circled her ass into him. It obviously excited her and Ray clearly noticed it. Inspired, he asked, "You like it when I talk dirty to you, cunt?"

She braced herself on the door glass, and moaned, "Oh God yes. Yes! I love it. . . Talk dirty to me. . . Treat me like a whore. Please. . . "

In a semi crouch, Ray continued to ride her supple body. Every time he moved back, partly pulling his cock, the rank smell of her pussy being fucked, contrasting with her delicate perfume and her juices glistening on his dark cock intoxicated and delighted him and urged him to stroke her deeper. He loosened his grip on her hair and told her roughly, "Bend over and touch your feet, bitch." She moved a little away from the sliding door and pushed her body into his. The muscles of his dark behind and legs tensed as he began to fuck her rhythmically.

Slapping her supple ass, he demanded, "Who owns you, cunt?"

Laura moaned, and breathing hard replied, "Honey, you own it. You own my cunt."

Ray slapped her ass hard, and growled, "No, you don't listen, I said 'Who owns YOU, cunt?"

His hand left a red impression, as did his words, tears formed I'm her eyes, but she was so close to orgasm, she just wanted his fucking to continue. She moaned, and responded, "Oh God, you do. You own me. . . Just don't stop. . . Don't stop."

Next he demanded, "So, you want my cock or your little husband's peenie inside you cunt?"

She moved her hips and ass more rapidly on his cock which was rock hard inside her. Between pushes, she said through clenched teeth, "I only want you darling. Only you.."

Ray demanded, "Say it."

Laura said through clenched teeth, "I want your cock in my cunt. Mmmmm. . . Only yours."

For several minutes, he rocked his body against hers feeling her vaginal canal stretch for him and her ass pushing back against his crotch in her aching need. It turned him on to see the fatty tissue of her ass ripple each time he pushed hard into her and hear her little pussy farts as air escaped from her. Laura's pussy was burning from the friction of their passionate coupling.

She was still bent forward, touching her knees and Ray rewarded her for her obedience by cupping her breasts in his warm black hands. The petite wife came suddenly and almost unexpectedly for her black lover, then urged him onwards, "Oh God, yes lover. Cum inside me. Put your hot cum inside me." 

Ray pushed down against her spine, forcing her into a position so that her hair hung down touching the floor. The angle of her pussy now bent Ray's huge cock down and when his cock spasmed, his cum flooded deep into her womb aided by gravity. Her body shook and her vaginal muscles rippled, her pussy opened wide pulling his thick cum securely into her womb. 

Laura was dizzy from spending so long in the head down position, so Ray helped her stand. She was also dizzy from the strength of her orgasm. She leaned against her lovers, the contrast between their skin color standing out even more clearly in the mid afternoon sun. 

In the tree covered recesses of their back yard, Laura's husband collapsed heavily onto a pile of leaves, devastated at what he had been witnessing through the sliding glass door, and hearing through the open window. Invited to witness their tryst by an early morning call from Dr. Jackson, who suggested Mark should start getting the benefit of becoming more involved, Mark had followed Ray's instruction to watch them from the seclusion of the heavily treed area behind their dining room.

Mark wept and pounding his fists on the ground, asked himself, "Oh God, what have I done. This is my fault. Oh no."

As he watched the lovers move away from the sliding glass door and into the recesses of the house, he turned quietly toward the street. His jeans were stained from his cum. Despite hating what he had witnessed, Mark had been incredibly turned on by seeing his wife responding to the muscular black man who had made his wife cum so violently.

Laura led her strong black lover up to the master bedroom and the bed where she loved to couple with him. She would suck his cock into another raging hard-on and fuck him twice more, both times in doggie position. The second time, Laura begged him to fuck her missionary style so that she could see his face as he came. Instead, he turned her roughly onto her knees and spread her cheeks apart, plunging his erection into her pussy, already filled with waves of his potent cum.

Late in the glow of the setting sun, with Laura's leg thrown over Ray's muscular black thigh, she glowed with the happiness of a woman who had discovered her purpose, her place in the world. She lightly played her fingers over Ray's strong chest, and they talked about simple shared moments. Laura explained that she loved her husband, and she feared for his feelings. Ray directed her to tell Mark that he was an important part of the relationship, but he would have to understand. He told her firmly to say that with Ray now in their lives, there was a certain logic, a certain protocol that needed to be respected. Mark would have to understand the sacrifices he would have to make.

For instance, Mark's allowing Ray the luxury of time alone with his wife so she would grow comfortable with him was simply a part of the bargain. Later perhaps, when Laura was so comfortable with Ray as her primary lover, Mark might be allowed to watch -- to be a part of the furniture in the room -- or perhaps be allowed to be a part of their sex, perhaps in a ceremonial role. 

When Laura mentioned her fiasco with not being able to schedule her gynecologist, Ray generously offered to set up an appointment with his next door neighbor, Dr. Smallwood. Laura kissed him warmly and thanked him for understanding her concern and being so sweet.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 04



The morning dawned bright and unseasonably warm for October. Ray skulked out of the young couple's house at around 8 A.M. Laura's pussy was still sore from the pounding she had taken, plus the fact he was inside her as they slept like spoons for most of the night. She started the shower and felt the warm comforting steam beginning to infuse the bathroom. As she looked at her body in the full length mirror, she could see bruising in places all over her tender white skin. Ray was an incredible lover, she thought, but a little rough on the hardware.

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say to herself, that was the price she had to pay to play in his league. Looking down at her pubis, she couldn't help but notice a mixture of red chafing and bruises. Curious, she fished a mirror from the vanity to inspect her pelvic area closely. 

She squatted over the toilet and moving the mirror around to get a better view, she was somewhat amazed to see that in addition to the bruising, how round and gaping her vagina now was. She touched her pussy and was able to push her fingers inside without resistance, even though the walls were tender. God, she thought, that better contract somewhat before Mark got home.

She had several other indicators both visible and not, of having spent the night with the virile black man. Her breasts were tender and her nipples were red and raw from his hard sucking and many bites. Just touching her nipples made them hurt. She ran her fingers over the various love bites her man had laid on her and thought she would have to find a long sweatshirt to wear and even then cover her neck with a long scarf. 

She turned to regard her backside in the mirror, and it was then she noticed for the first time the multiple bruises and hand prints on her heart shaped ass. A puzzled look came over her face as she saw how many there were. Her jaw dropped as she ran her hand over the bruises. She didn't exactly remember being spanked by Ray. Why not, she wondered? The marks certainly hurt now and she thought she should have felt them. Perhaps she had been in a bit of a mind fog.

She considered the 'mind fog' theory then smiled and shook her head as she acknowledged to herself that there were certainly moments yesterday where she felt something similar to an out-of-body experience. She felt like a different woman altogether yesterday, and certainly not in control of the situation in any way. Now she vaguely remembered, during the throes of passion while Ray doggie fucked her, that she had accepted Ray telling her he was going to mark her as a part of her discipline to leave a visible reminder of her role. She had been too enthralled in the ecstasy of the moment to object.

Now she mused that perhaps spanking had been a part of the discipline. She would have to take pains to hide her buns from Mark. He would be very upset with her letting someone spank her. In fact, she wasn't sure she understood it herself, but was forced to admit that it had added to what amounted to an unforgettable experience. Her nipples stiffened when she closed her eyes and let a few moments and images from yesterday invade her thoughts. She moaned and let out a deep breath.

Thank goodness, she thought, that she had scheduled her appointment with the gynecologist Dr. Jackson recommended for a week out. It would give things some time to heal up and the hickeys to disappear.

Thinking of the doctor visit made a sudden chill run down her spine. She had forgotten to douche this morning, and the realization that much of Ray's sperm was probably still inside her made her scramble to get find her douche. They had cuddled so lazily this morning, sleeping like spoons, with Ray's warm hard cock inside her, stroking her ever so slowly. Their lovemaking was so comfortable and so right that she had been in a state of constant bliss.

For nearly two hours this morning while they slow fucked, she had been lulled into a state of dreamy forgetfulness. He stroked her just enough to keep her sexual tension high, but her body was otherwise relaxed and receptive to his hands and lips. The warmth of his chest and belly against her back, and his kisses on the back of her neck made her sigh and moan constantly. When he finally came inside her, she was just aroused enough to trigger a deep throbbing orgasm inside her. 

Her rippling pussy muscles had pulled his cum down toward her womb, and now the sudden remembrance of the pre-dawn hours had her squatting on the toilet and flushing her vagina with Massengill Douche. The liquid felt so cold going in and then warm coming out, and she was happy to see large gobs of thick cum flowing out with the wash.

She continued to sit on the toilet obsessively flushing her privates. She looked across the bathroom and saw herself in the large oval bathroom mirror. She shook her head and thought, God, Laura, what's come over you. Look at yourself, you're a total mess, and not only that you cheated on your sweet little husband. You're a slut and worse your boss's slut and even worse a married black man's slut! How could you do it? What would your parents think if they knew? What if someone told them! My God, what if Mark told them? 

Her lower lip quivered as she thought about her husband and her marriage. Ray had told her this morning not to worry about anything, and that he would help her deal with Mark. He assured her that he had a good understanding of Mark; that her husband was obviously very aroused by black men and white girls as evidenced by the DVD collection, and deep inside, would be happy about their budding relationship.

After douching for several minutes, she showered almost obsessively, trying to scrub away any remnant of yesterday. Her skin was bright pick after several minutes of scrubbing with the loofah, and when her skin was pink and almost stinging raw, she turned off the taps, then dried her body with a soft towel, gently patting her thighs and her swollen pussy and walked back into the bedroom.

She had an uneasy feeling that there must be more of Raymond's cum inside her. They had fucked so much beginning yesterday afternoon and continuing until earlier this morning. She felt that no amount of douching could remove the remaining traces of him, and as she thought back over the emotional and sexual highs she had experienced, she wasn't really sure she really that was what she wanted.

Her iPhone rang in Mark's special chime. She felt such a confusing mix of emotions that her hand trembled and she hesitated to answer. What could she tell him? How could she explain what was running through her head and the feelings running through her body?

Awkwardly, she answered, "Mark? God, honey I was worried about you. I-I wanted to call you this morning but I was afraid you wouldn't want to talk with me. Did you stay at your mother's house the whole night?"

During the long pause, she thought of her situation. She loved Mark, she owed him so much, but these last couple days had opened a door to an entirely new world to her--a world that was at once sensual, and exciting beyond her wildest imaginings. She wondered if there was any way at all she could reconcile the two opposing emotions inside her, and then squeezed her eyes shut to drive Ray from her mind.

Adding to the discomfort she felt, Mark said nothing creating an awkward void in the conversation. Laura felt her stomach knotting up and bit her lower lip. She took a deep breath, and continued without thinking, "S-so honey, how is your morning going. Are you at work?"

There was still no response from Mark, so she rambled on mindlessly, "God, I missed you so much last night. Please say something Honey. I just want you home tonight so we can go back to the way things were before yesterday. Don't you want that Sweetie? Come home to me tonight. I really want to have a nice quiet dinner with you tonight and watch some TV, Honey. Can we do that? Maggie from across the street is going to drive me to the orthopaedist to get the ankle unwrapped, and then I will be able to drive. Won't that be great? We can have a nice walk on the City Docks this weekend and just hold hands. You know?"

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. Her lower lip began to quiver, and tears began to gush out of her eyes. She cried convulsively, and blurted out, "Oh God, Mark. . . I am so very sorry. I know I hurt you. I know you're hurting. I-I-I know honey. Can you just come home tonight and we can just put all this behind us.

Finally Mark broke the silence. His chest was heaving and his voice cracked. He said, "I saw, Laura. I saw you with him. I saw how you were. I-I-I heard things too," then abruptly pushed the 'End' button.

My God, she thought, what have I done? What did he see? How could he? When?

She lay naked on the unmade bed, pulling a pillow over her head to shut out the light of day. She sobbed for a good half hour before a text alert chimed on her iPhone. Hoping it was Mark, she scrambled to reach the phone from the bedside. She read the text, which rather than being from her husband, was from Ray.

It read, "Hey baby. Still thinking about yesterday? I sure am. My cock is still a little sore from fucking you so much!"

Laura wiped the tears and snot away and focusing on the screen typed, "Oh God, yesterday was a huge mistake. I hate myself, Ray. We can never do that ever again."

Reading this, Ray felt a sudden explosive moment of mixed anger and panic, then quickly regained his calm composure. This was something he half expected. Obviously her nurturing nature and regard for her wimp husband was forcing her to have second thoughts. He would have to bring both of them back into line. He was not about to lose this beautiful white wife and her stunning body and sexual appetite because either she or her husband was getting a case of cold feet.

He texted her, "Give me a few minutes to walk outside, then call me.

Laura walked back into the bathroom, ran cold water over her face and put on a nightgown for the call, as if Ray might see her nakedness through the telephone.

She sat on the bed and dialed him from memory. Even though it would become the most important telephone number in her life, she had not yet recorded his private number to her speed dial list. 

He answered and she took a deep breath before plunging into an awkward start, saying "Ray, we can't. . . I mean I can't. . . I mean, yesterday was a mistake. We ..."

Her voice trailed off and she was without words.

Ray responded sternly, "First of all, you will address me as 'Master' and then we can talk. Second of all, we can't 'undo' what is done, something that both of us want very much to continue. I will not allow that, do you understand? Now begin again."

Laura's face turned red and she started over, "My-my Ummm, my Master. Forgive me. I am upset. Mark apparently saw us yesterday. I don't know how or when. I think when we were making love in the dining room. I think he heard me say some things too -- that I wanted you more than him and things like that."

Ray cut her off quickly, saying, "First of all, we do not make love. We fuck. I fucked you as is my right as your master. You agreed that I should become your master, do not forget that. Ever. There will come a time when you will earn the right for me to make love to you, and I promise that you will never forget that time when it comes. For now though, you are mine to fuck as I please, and your husband is your cuckold. I will help you bring him into line, but you will have to learn to control his little tantrums. Do you understand?"

Laura was angry and upset at being talked to in this way. Her jaw was clenched as she began to respond, but before she could say anything Ray spoke again, "Laura, I will give you this one chance to stop this. Tell me honestly. . . If you want us to stop doing what we are doing. . . if you can deny yourself what we both already know you feel with me, I will stand aside. We will never be together again. Do you understand?"

He gave her a few seconds to consider his words then continued, "However, if we continue, I can take you to places and help you feel things you are not even capable of feeling right now. I will caution you now, that as we continue, things will go to a whole new level. You will be a different woman. Your husband and how you view him and yourself will completely change. The marriage you now have will change forever."

Laura bit her lower lip, and momentarily considered her next words carefully. She as much as she wanted her safe and respectable husband, she also was incredibly turned on by his words, by the prospect of what this new man in her life was now promising. He had already had taken her to erotic heights beyond her own imagining; was it possible that there was an undiscovered erotic landscape beyond where they had already explored? If anyone had told her a year ago that she would experience this level of ecstasy, she would have laughed at them.

Today was no laughing matter though. She needed to tread carefully with her powerful lover.

She began carefully saying, "No. I don't want it to stop. I don't. I-I I want things to continue. I want to go to the next level, whatever that is. I really do. You have already given me things -- feelings -- I never knew I could have. So yes, I want you. I want you very much. . . It's just . . . just. . ." 

Ray picked up the thread, "Just. . .what Laura? What's the problem?"

His tone had become stern and her heart was beating like a little bird's as she continued, "I just didn't realize how much it would hurt Mark, you know? I thought it would be easier. I thought he wanted this. . . I thought he was even pushing me to be with you. Not in so many words exactly. . . but, well sort of unspoken. Now it seems like he is really hurting."

Ray replied angrily, "Look, I told you how to handle him. I even told you what to say. Can't you deal with your husband? Do I have to do it?"

With that, Laura broke down it tears, and said, "I-I I am so sorry. I love him very much, but I have these funny feelings inside for you and I don't know what to do."

After letting her cry for a few moments, Ray spoke again, this time more tenderly, "Laura, this one time I will not correct you for failing to address me properly. I do not mean to be harsh and you will find me a good and loving master. Give me Mark's phone number again. We will talk, and I assure you -- I promise you -- things will be fine. Do you believe me?"

Laura reached up to dry her eyes. She blew the snot from her nose and answered, "Uh-huh. . . I mean, yes my Master. I do believe you. I do."

She repeated the number for Ray, and was feeling slightly relieved. She said, "Master. Will you be gentle with him?"

Ray smiled to himself now. Pleased by her obedience, he said reassuringly, "Laura, I will help him understand his role. I want you very much, and nothing will stand in my way -- least of all, Mark."

As was his new habit, he took one of the pairs of her soiled panties from his coat pocket and rubbed it over his face, relishing in the delicate scent of her womanhood suffused with the fading fragrance of the perfume she customarily dabbed between her thighs. He rang off and told his administrative assistant he would be out for a long lunch.

The morning forced him to handle some tedious student life affairs. One was particularly annoying -- a group of female students felt that the football team had gotten off with a symbolic slap on the wrist after an incident in which a girl was given 'X' and then repeatedly fucked by members of the team. Ray needed to silence them while at the same time not come down hard on the championship football team. Ray promised the students to create a committee to work with the football team on their behavior, then sent Laura an email to assign her the task of meeting with the team.

Thinking of Laura forced Ray to settle back and contemplate how to handle her wimp of a husband. Deciding on an approach, he walked out into the mid-morning sun and dialed the husband with whom he was now, like it or not, inextricably linked.

In his cubicle, Mark's iPhone buzzed. He looked at the number, and recognizing it, his heart began to race as he tenuously answered, "H-Hello. This is Mark."

Dr. Jackson's eyebrow rose. He shook his head and began the conversation, "Yes, my friend. I know who it is. So tell me, did you enjoy the show yesterday? I made sure you had a prime view."

Mark's anger and his blood pressure both rose. He snapped back, "Damn you, I never knew it would be like this. . . It was so hard to watch. . . I never knew she would go through with it. . ." His voice rose attracting attention from adjacent cubicles. He continued, "I didn't. . .I didn't think it would be like that. . . "

He suddenly realized there was no privacy in the cubicle farm, and continued, "Wait. . . I need to go outside."

Racing down the stairs and out of the building, he pushed open the heavy door, and ran into the blinding sunlight. Breathless, he continued, "You bastard. . . You FUCKED MY WIFE. . . You BASTARD."

On the other end of the line, Ray gesticulated pushing his free hand up and down as if to calm the air. "Mark," he interrupted, "Mark, I hope we can talk in a friendly manner. Please. I consider us friends now; now that I am helping you realize a dream you obviously have wanted to turn into reality."

Using his most charming voice he told the husband, "Please don't lose your resolve to go to the obvious next step. You wife loves you very much and is very concerned for your emotions and your well-being."

Ray was using the same tone he had used to defuse the angry mob of co-eds a short time earlier. He was expert at damage control and charming his way into people's inner core. His technique was working its magic on Mark now as the husband's breathing became less audible over the line.

Ray continued, "Mark, believe me when I tell you this. Laura is a wonderful person and loves you more than anything, but she's very inhibited sexually. I have a feeling we both know that, and we both know that because of who you are to her. Mark, because of the history and baggage you both share, she will never become the erotically charged woman, willing to fulfill your every wish, everything that you desire. 

Ray concluded, "Mark, you know Laura only wants to please you. She's simply waiting for you to be more consistent about what you want, and we both know what that is. Why can't you give her your complete approval so she can start pleasing you and fulfilling your fantasy without guilt?"

He licked his lips and continued, "Laura needs you to demonstrate your approval of me as well to help her fulfill that fantasy. I am simply helping Laura become the hot wife you obviously want her to be. It will take time and it will take patience and sacrifice on your part. Do you understand and believe that? Are you man enough -- do you have strength enough -- to work with me?"

On hearing this and feeling that his manhood was being brought into question, his attitude changed to one self-defense rather than supporting his wife. With no hesitation, he responded, "Of course I'm man enough. I just. . . Well, I just never expected it to look like that. I never expected Laura to react like that. I've never seen her, well. . .having sex, you know? And it shocked me is all. When I saw how she was with you, it made me feel. . ."

His voice trailed off and Ray took up the thread, "Feel how, Mark? Tell me. You were excited weren't you?"

Mark considered his answer, and then began slowly, "Dr. Jackson, may I call you Ray?"

In less than a month, Mark would refer to him as 'Master,' just as his delicate wife was learning to do, but today Ray was turning on the charm, "Of course Mark. Our relationship is an important part of how things will be between the three of us in future. Go on, my friend."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 04



Mark nodded his head absently and continued, "Well, when I. . . saw. . .what I saw, my dick was so hard it was painful. But also, I was ashamed. Ashamed of what I felt. Ashamed of what it says about me."

Ray was happy to hear this as it gave him the opening he wanted. He pressed on, "Mark, I think I can understand. I am new to this too, but I think that those are perfectly natural feelings. I know that you wanted Laura to explore her sexuality, and I know that you enjoy -- get off on -- the idea of black men and white women."

Taking the idea to the next level, he laid out the advantages to Mark saying, "I want to give you the best erotic experience possible of watching, perhaps sometimes even participating in this sexual adventure. The thing you have to understand is that you have a role in making this work. Without your encouragement, Laura will never fully open up to become everything she can be. I need you. Your wife needs you, understand?"

Ray went on confidently, "Mark, each of us is in this new relationship for a different reason, my friend," counting off the reasons on his fingers as he went on, "I enjoy your wife's eager blossoming under my guidance. . . Laura enjoys discovering her power as a woman, both sexually and treating you as her cuck. . ."

Then Ray went in for the kill, pointing out, "And Mark, there's no reason for you to be embarrassed or ashamed practicing this new lifestyle. First of all, it will always be in our best interests to be private, and second, you're not alone. Every white husband recording those DVDs you're so fond of enjoys the special status you want!"

Ray paused, letting all that sink in, knowing that it would be hard for Mark to admit he actually aspired to become a cuckold to his wife and her black lover, but it was important for them to arrive at this milestone .

Mark chewed on his lower lip, and nodded again, then spoke, "What should I do. What do you want?"

Ray smile to himself, then continued, "Good boy. First, you have to encourage her; tell her that you are very happy with the way things are going between us -- even that you want her to see more of me. It would actually be best if you tell her that you want her be with me exclusively, That way we are both assured that she is not confused, and that she can learn all the skills you want her to develop with no distractions."

Ray almost chuckled aloud, but suppressed it saying flatly, "I would suggest that tonight, you have a frank conversation with her. Tell her that you want her to fuck me exclusively and that you are so proud of what she is doing. Laura has accepted me now as her guide, her 'Master' -- so don't be surprised my friend when she speaks of me in those terms, ok? It's simply role playing -- like grownups playing 'cops and robbers'."

Ray knew it would grow to be much more than that, but he needed to sell Mark on the idea early on. He continued, "It will really enhance your own ecstasy as our cuck if you tell her that you want me to be your Master as well, and that you will never seek to so much as touch her without my permission. This is really important, Mark. Do you understand?"

Mark seemed hesitant to commit to this. Ray needed for him to fully accept his new status, and thus he pointedly repeated, "Do you understand. . . Cuck?"

Mark took a deep breath. His heart leaped into his mouth. His brilliant mind was already racing, doing the calculus. What would it be worth to him to actually be there, in the same room as his wife and this powerful black lover? He had seen Ray take her savagely, but only from afar. What would it be worth to actually be there to touch them, to breathe the heady aroma of their sex, perhaps to fuck his wife after she had been aroused to heights he could only dream of? His slender penis was now straining hard against his briefs, already stained with his precum. He had made his decision. He wanted this, no matter what the cost.

As if mesmerized, he answered, "Yes, Ray. I understand."

Ray jumped at that, "What did you call me, cuck?"

Mark mechanically corrected himself, "Yes, I understand. M-Master."

He blushed at saying this, but after all, he reasoned, it was only role playing. He had no idea how strong Dr. Jackson's hold would grow over both himself and his still innocent wife, and how skillfully the powerful black man was already manipulating both him and Laura. He might have sensed some of this from Ray's next request, but his penis was doing the thinking for him.

Feeling a strong sense of victory, Ray held the other pair of Laura's panties against his face, and then breathed deeply from the crotch area. His own huge cock was beginning to strain against the fabric of his briefs. He cleared his throat, then said, "Mark, there's something I want you to do as soon as possible, this afternoon, perhaps during lunch."

Mark was excited, so his response came across as a high pitched squeal as he said, "Yes, Umm. . . Master. What is it?"

Ray breathed in the fragrance and explained, "You will call the number I am about to give you. I will set things up. You are going to visit Dr. Tanya Anderson. She is an MD and a psychiatrist with a very limited practice. She is going to help you prepare both physically and spiritually for the transformation you must undergo. Without this step, you cannot ascend to the heights which you are capable of achieving in this new relationship, and in your new role. It's very important that you accept her guidance and follow her instructions to the letter. Obey her as you would obey me. Do you understand?"

Mark's penis was now hurting from the strong erection. He breathlessly responded, "Yes, uh, Master. Of course, Master. I will do it immediately."

After giving the diminutive husband the telephone number, he rang off, and then called his wife, Dr. Tanya Anderson who had Westernized her name from "Djibutto" and used her unmarried name for professional reasons. Tanya was indeed a doctor and a psychiatrist with a clientele limited to a few government agencies. Her specialty was not preparing cuckolds, rather it was preparing prisoners to cooperate under interrogation. Mark would not need to know that of course.

Several minutes later Mark nervously dialed the number given and spoke to a woman with a pleasantly sexy contralto voice who identified herself as Chris, Dr. Anderson 's assistant. The lilting voice explained to him that Dr. Anderson was expecting him for a late lunch and gave him directions.

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Back at their home, Laura was preparing herself for a trip to the Orthopaedist. Her neighbor Maggie had offered to drive her which pleased the young wife as there were tons of questions she had for her very pregnant neighbor. Laura was deeply anxious about her current situation and knowing that both Maggie and her husband were in the lifestyle she was newly practicing, would be a wealth of practical information.

As Maggie drove her from the tree lined street, Laura broke the ice saying, "How are you feeling?"

Maggie chortled and responded, "Somewhat like a beached whale, and my hormones are raging. I am so desperate that sometimes I even let Jack fuck me. I think Marcus lets it happen just to get some occasional rest."

Laura laughed nervously at that, still not willing to admit to herself that both of them now shared the experience of having black lovers. Laura began tentatively, "Maggie? I have something to tell you. . ."

Maggie smiled her bewitching smile and urged the young red-head to go on.

"Maggie, what I am about to tell you is in strictest confidence. I am sort of in a relationship outside my marriage vows and I don't know quite how to handle it. So I am sort of looking for some advice."

Maggie nodded knowingly and replied, "If this is about the distinguished looking black gentleman I have seen leaving your place a couple times now, I think I already know more than you think."

With that, they both collapsed into nervous laughter and that broke the ice between them. 

As the laughter died away, she asked, "Oh God, Maggie. How do you manage it? Having a hot black stud for a boyfriend and keeping your husband too? You were right. I, um. . . Well, I have been with a black man too. My boss. Just a couple times now, but I don't know how to handle things. I am so afraid of hurting Mark. I really love him so much and even though the sex with Dr. Jackson -- Ray is his name -- has been unbelievable, I can hardly bear the thought of maybe losing Mark."

Maggie listened quietly without interrupting, then said, Listen sweetie. I know this can be hard emotionally, but believe me, it gets easier. We both know that it was your husband who turned you onto black men, right? My husband Jack told me that Mark asked to borrow his DVDs of the other wives in the neighborhood, and that Mark asked him for all kind of details about our arrangement with my boyfriend Marcus. Mark was primed for becoming a cuck husband even before you knew it."

Laura listened intently and reflected on what Maggie had said.

Maggie continued, "If you're like the average white wife experiencing black men for the first time, you're like a kid in a candy store thinking this is too good to be true and that it can't possibly continue. You're thinking that some magical super being on a cloud is going to reach out and smite you or something. But believe me; you can have both men in your life. You just have to learn to manage your little Mark; to help him become the best little cuck on the block."

Both women exploded again in gales of uncontrollable laughter. Laura responded, "Maggie, what you're saying is awful! It's sacrilegious."

Maggie shook her head and replied, "Laura dear, The Almighty made humans as sexual beings. As women, nature made us practically powerless to resist the desire to mate with the most potent and powerful men. You have already experienced the power of a black lover, and let me tell you, the more black cock you get, the more you want. Sacrilege is refusing to acknowledge that reality!"

Laura nodded in agreement, saying "Oh God, it's true. I am getting wet just thinking about Ray."

Maggie added, "We are just damned lucky most white women have been conditioned not to even look at black men, or we would have to take a number just to get laid."

Again they laughed until they were out of breath.

Maggie said, "Just take it easy with your husband. Make him into your willing cuck one little step at a time. Never fail to tell him how special he is. Let him watch you with Ray once in a while. Help that become his only path to sexual excitement. It will take a while, but it will work. And eventually, if he loves you, he can't fail to see how happy you are with your black boyfriend. And you will be happy -- after you've been fucking Ray for a while, you won't have even the slightest interest in Mark sexually, "

Laura considered this and then asked, "But what about love? What about. . .you know," pointing to Maggie's swollen belly, "Your 'condition'?"

Maggie thought about the question, and then asked, "Laura, do you think it's possible that -- even though you say you love Mark -- that you could fall in love with Ray?"

Laura became teary eyed thinking about this. She replied slowly, "Maggie, I think it might be possible. I think that I already am starting to; at least a little."

Maggie pressed the point, speaking deliberately, "So when the man you love; the man whose touch, whose taste, whose feel you crave; the man who brings you so much pleasure tells you he wants to breed you; what are you going to do?"

Laura looked at her with stunned surprise and bit her lower lip. She shook her head as if to say that could never happen, then replied, "Do you think he would tell me that?"

Maggie massaged her very pregnant belly and said, "Well, you asked me about my 'condition.' Just understand that the more he fucks you, the less you will be able to say no. In fact, you won't want to say no. Are you fertile? Are you taking precautions?"

Laura shook her head, and said, "Yes, I am. And no, not taking any precautions yet but Ray fixed me up with his gynecologist friend. I have an appointment next week."

Maggie rolled her eyes and told Laura, "Well I would advise you to hold off if possible -- you could already be carrying his baby."

As they rolled into the car park for the orthopaedist, Laura considered the possibility. An hour later the soft cast had been removed and they walked back across the car park. A warm breeze blew across her face and Laura felt like a new woman, freshly healed from her ankle injury and freshly released from her guilt thanks to Maggie's advice. She was glad next week's OB-GYN visit as well. There was simply no possibility that she would allow Ray to breed her, and the doctor would give her the means to prevent that.



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 05



Across town and a little after one o'clock, Mark pulled up the stately tree lined drive to a palatial home well see back from the road and buffered by a couple acres of land on each flank. He rang the bell and a slender young blond dressed in flowing white pantaloons and a blousy top showing her midriff answered the door. Her eyes were luminous and clear blue. She was barefoot, and beckoned Mark to remove his shoes on entering, explaining, "Mistress does not allow shodden feet in the house."

Mark shuffled to the side of the double door and began untying his sneakers. He wondered whether he should take his socks off as well. Looking at the young woman for guidance, he couldn't take his eyes off her tiny but well-formed breasts, jutting forward in the sheer chemise top.

At last he decided the socks should probably come off as well. He followed her into a large drawing room lined with dark wood bookcases, watching her hips gently swaying from side to side, accentuated by the gossamer pants.

He watched the girlish figure glide from the room, then stood awkwardly on a plush round oriental carpet as he waited for Dr. Anderson. When she entered, his jaw dropped. She was a tall -- at least six feet -- very dark skinned woman with luminous eyes and radiant looks. Her business-like appearance was enhanced by her severely cut suit over a sheer white blouse. She carried a clipboard and she fixed him in her gaze as a wolf might stare at a helpless rabbit.

After a moment's appraisal, she broke the silence. Walking over to him and beckoning him to a tall Queen Anne chair, she sat across from him on a lush sofa and said, "No need to be awkward. Dr. Jackson has told me why you're here. Did Chris offer you a beverage?"

Unable to speak, Mark simply shook his downcast head.

Tanya yelled into the next room, "Chris you silly boy, bring us some tea. And be quick about it."

With that, Mark's head jerked upward. With a puzzled look, he said, "Did you say 'boy'?"

Yes, Chris and his wife belong to Dr. Smallwood and his wife. The Smallwoods are vacationing in Belize this week. Chris' wife just delivered a beautiful baby girl, so we're letting nurse her baby and one or two others and generally letting her get some rest.

Mark was very confused by some of the language she used to say the least. For one thing what did in mean when she said that they 'belonged' to the Smallwoods? And how was it possible for someone who was clearly physically female to father a baby?

When Chris re-entered the room, Mark looked at 'him' again. Chris definitely had a heart shaped face devoid of anything like a beard, shoulder length blond hair, and protruding from 'his' narrow chest seemed to be breasts the size of medium oranges. Mark frowned in confusion.

Chris laid the tea service then poured the elegant black woman's tea. "Sorry to have taken so long, Mistress," Chris said in a lilting little voice.

"It's alright. Don't let it happen again, you stupid cow. You're dismissed," she said imperiously.

Chris bowed deeply, 'his' face crimson from her reproach, and glided from the room.

She cleared her throat, and looking over the handwritten notes on her clipboard, she began, "So Mark, I see that your wife is now with Dr. Jackson, and you need a little help coping with changing status -- theirs and yours."

Mark gulped then choked on the hot tea. He quickly pulled out his asthma inhaler to help regain his breath. After pumping the spray, he said nothing but simply looked at her blankly.

"Mark, I understand it was your idea for your wife to take a black lover, right?"

Now Mark felt he was really cornered. He nodded his head sheepishly.

Tanya patted the sofa beside her and said, "Mark, come sit beside me. We need to overcome your fear and shyness in talking about what concerns you."

Mark rose slowly and, his knees shaking sat beside her. She pulled his thigh to move him closer and he did nothing to resist, although he felt like a rabbit in the grasp of a wild animal.

They chatted for the better part of a half hour, with Tanya taking copious notes. She had explained that she needed to get to know Mark intimately, and began to ingratiate herself with him with precisely the same techniques she had used on enemy prisoners. At last, she laid down her pad and moved closer to Mark. She slowly began to stroke his thigh and continued to speak softly to him, "Mark dear, it's only natural for you to experience confusion when you sense how strongly your wife reacts to the power of a man like Dr. Jackson. After all, he is so much more than you can ever be. May I ask, how many other men have you encouraged your wife to have sex with?"

She had cannily framed the question in this way to manipulate Mark into a place where the larger plan she had devised for him would seem perfectly natural.

Mark was slightly confused at the question, and then ventured, "Umm, no one. I mean, I am the only other man she has ever been with. Umm, Dr. Jackson is the. . ."

His voice trailed off, and Tanya continued to stroke his thigh, moving closer to his member, which was beginning to go into hiding. She helped him to complete the sentence, ". . . He's the first other man, or the first black man?"

Mark nodded his head, "Both."

She said, "You told me that you saw them together, is that right? You saw him fucking her in your house? And it really turned you on, according to what you told me earlier."

Again Mark nodded his head but said nothing, instead casting his gaze down at his shoeless feet.

With that, the ebon-hued psychiatrist put her arm around his slight shoulders and began to massage his back, saying, "Mark, I don't want you to worry about that. Believe me when I tell you it's a fantasy you share with a huge number of white husbands; husbands who love their wives and whose wives love them. All other things being equal, many white men simply can't compete with a superior black man, and once a wife has experienced the level of erotic ecstasy a black man can produce, no husband in his right mind would want to deny that to a woman he loves. Do you understand that?"

Mark looked into her dark penetrating eyes and his voice cracking said, "Really?"

Tanya sensing she had scored a small victory in gaining his trust, replied, "Yes really, Mark. Why do you think there are so many of your neighbors who have committed their wives to black lovers, and enjoy it enough to have made videos for you and your lovely wife to enjoy."

She continued, "Mark we're going to try an experiment. I want you to understand how much you need your wife to be with her lover to be whole. Will you help me do that? I want you to lie back on the sofa and relax. Can you do that for me?"

Mark did so reluctantly, feeling that it was a little too much like a "real" visit to a shrink. She explained, "I want you to trust me. . . First, unzip your jeans and take your penis out. Go ahead, don't be shy. We're going to talk about some things so that I can help you evaluate and understand your reactions."

She paused for a moment while he considered the unorthodox request, then closed his eyes and slowly unzipped and began to tug his penis out of his Spider-man briefs. Avoiding the urge to smirk or worse laugh out loud, Dr. Anderson, helped him pull his clothes down to his mid thighs and then moved to sit on the adjacent chair.

She began, "Sweetie, I want you to keep your eyes closed as I describe some things to you, and as you become more comfortable, I want you to stroke that huge penis of yours, alright?"

Mark obligingly closed his eyes and slowly began to stroke his hand up and down his penis. The fact that this beautiful woman had described his member as 'huge' excited him, and thus his penis had begun to become erect.

Softly, she said, "I want you to think back to the other day, when you saw your wife with her black lover. I want you to imagine you're in the room with them, and encouraging your wife to please her man. What would you do?"

Little frown lines appeared on Mark's forehead and he swallowed hard before saying, "Umm. . . I would. . . I guess would open her legs then I would lick her pussy and make her wet for him?"

Mark stated it as a question as if asking for approval. Dr. Anderson encouraged him to go on. She said, "That's wonderful, Mark. And I am assuming that Laura would encourage this because she loves you so much and only wants to see your deepest sexual fantasies fulfilled, right?"

Mark's penis was leaking pre-cum and had now become extremely hard as he stroked faster. He responded, "Yes, yes. That's right."

Tanya went on, "And now your wife is lying on her back, and her lover is climbing on top of her. He is positioning himself to fuck his woman. He looks down at you and expects you to take his black cock and guide it into his woman's pussy. Can you tell me what you do then?"

Mark picked up the narrative, "I guess. . .", he hesitated as if afraid to go on, then licking his dry, cracked lips, continued, "I guess I hold his cock. It feels massive and heavy. I guess I massage the entrance to her pussy with the head of it making it all wet, and then guide it into her pussy lips."

Tanya scolded, "Mark, stop 'guessing!' If our therapy is to work, it's important for you to become decisive and forceful. What do you do next to encourage your wife and her black bull?" In truth, she was conditioning him for something altogether different, but it was vital for him to believe that everything that was happening and would subsequently happen was a direct consequence of his own free will.

Mark, who was now stroking his rigid member furiously, continued, "I guess. . . I mean, I kiss the backs of her thighs while he enters her. I can see his black cock sliding inside her," Then picking up the pace of stroking, He explained, "I tell her - forcefully - to fuck him back, and to squeeze his cock. I can see her hips moving to pull him inside, and his ass circling to touch every part of her – inside her pussy, I mean."

Tanya was becoming slightly turned on at this herself, but maintained her reserve. Raising an eyebrow and impressed by the way he had responded to her manipulation, she raised the stakes, gently suggested, "Her lover is inside her now, his cock bare in her pussy, nothing between them. He is making her his woman, taking her to a whole new plane where you could never take her."

She wanted to drive the narrative toward a certain goal while making Mark feel the ideas were all his, so she gently suggested, "Sweetie, they are making love unprotected, and you told me your little Laura is very fertile. He is about to plant his seed deep inside her womb. What do you do?"

Mark stroked faster and faster, He tried to respond, "I-I. . . Oh God. . ." and with that he climaxed shooting cum all over the front of his tee shirt and his underwear. Helpless to control himself, he kept stroking to push the last remnants of his orgasm from his twitching penis.

Mark took a deep breath and looking at the mess on his body and clothes, began to apologise profusely, "Oh Doctor, I am so sorry."

Tanya shook her head, "Don't be silly, little one. That was a wonderful start! This could not have gone better! We are making great progress. Did you feel how incredible it was when you became decisive and forceful in helping both you and your wife achieve your fantasies?"

Even with the cum dripping down his hand, Mark had to agree with the Doctor. Tanya shouted over her shoulder, "Chrissie, bring a warm wash cloth and a towel to the library. Immediately!"

Within a minute, Chris glided into the room with the requested items. On seeing the mess Mark had made, he silently bent over and began washing Mark's now deflated penis and his belly, and tenderly drying the young husband with the towel. From his vantage point, Mark could definitely see small breasts hanging down inside the loose fitting blouse and decided his earlier estimation that Chris looked more like a woman than a man was no delusion.

Chris stood back then tousled his shoulder length tresses awaiting further instructions.

Tanya nodded approvingly, then said, "Chrissie, be a dear and take our guest's attire. It's rather soiled at the moment, so I will require you to wash and dry it. In the meantime, find something for him to wear." She appeared to think for a moment, and casually suggested, "Hmm, I think Mark is just about the same size as your wife. Do you wear a woman's size 10, Mark?"

Mark was totally shocked at the question and simply stuttered, "I-I-I. . . Uhh"

Tanya laughed and said, "Never mind, dear. Chris, I think you can find some things from before your wife was pregnant -- something unisex of course -- for him to wear. They are definitely the same size in my estimation. Mark, why don't you strip off your clothing and give it to Chris. Come now, be quick and be decisive; this is no time for us to be shy.

Mark carefully slid off the sofa, not wanting his cum to drip from his clothing to the sofa or the floor. Chris extended a hand and looked down at the Mark's nude body while accepting the jeans. His long eyelashes concealed the look in his eyes.

Mark stood in front of Dr. Anderson who looked him up and down appraisingly, as a cat would inspect a canary. She began, "Mark, together we are going to remake you inside and out so that your wife looks at you-- and appreciates you -- in a whole new light. I believe that you want that, right?"

She paused for a moment to let the comment sink in then continued, "Mark, you do have some problems, and we will begin by helping your with those. I have to tell you that you are suffering from an inferior self-image because the way you see yourself is not aligned with the way you really are inside, but after - with my help - we rebuild you both physically and emotionally to become the kind of man you really want to be with your wife, you cannot be happy and you will always be conflicted about Laura."

Mark still did not understand the double meanings in almost everything she said. In his mind, Mark saw himself as a superhero, swooping down to carry his wife off in his arms to an exotic locale to make long passionate love, reclaiming her from Dr. Jackson. This was the image he believed Dr. Anderson would help him achieve, so of course he readily agreed to whatever she would suggest.

She walked around him, circling him and taking the measure of him physically. She ran her fingers though his hair and over his back and down over his buttocks. She evaluated him as one might consider a horse they were about to purchase and in due course returned to look him in the eyes. She lifted his chin so she could hold his gaze. "Mark," she began, "You told me that you're still very close to your mother. The bond between a mommy and her little boy is a very powerful one."

He nodded, his chin barely moving her strong hand. Tanya had diagnosed him as a soft "momma's boy" right from the start, and knew that this would be a weakness for her to exploit.

"Dear, during your transformation, I want you to think of me as your mother too or, even better your guide to becoming a new you! In fact, I want you to address me either as 'Mama' or 'Mistress.' Can you do that, sweetie?"

Again he nodded without hesitation. It was the first step in her subjugation of the gullible husband, but a necessary and useful one.

Licking her full lips with feline grace, she pushed him, "Let me hear it from your lips, dear."

His voice cracking and his eyes starting to water, he replied, "Yes, Mama."

She smiled an approving smile and continued, "Good, sweetie. Secondly, it's only natural for Mama to have a pet name for her little boy. Your middle name is Steven, right? So from now on you will be 'Steve', no wait – even better – 'Stevie.' Mama will address you as Stevie and that will represent the wonderful, new person we will together transform you into."

Emotionally, his eye began tearing up thinking of his mother; his knees grew weak. Dr. Anderson gently wiped his tears with the lace of her blouse, "Here, Stevie, let Mama comfort you."

She held him against her full breasts, and her strong female scent plus the feel of her nipples right at the level of his mouth began to turn him on. His penis, though never large was growing noticeably larger. Tanya stroked his hair and let her hand casually fall all the way to his shaft. On feeling his erection, she pulled her hand away quickly as though having felt something disgusting. Spanking him on his tender buttocks, she looked down, raised an eyebrow and remarked, "That's nasty, Stevie. Never let your Mistress see you in that state. Do you understand?"

Moving away from him quickly, she said, "We will have to do something to help you remember that, won't we? You are forgiven this time, but put some clothes over that." Then appearing to think and come to a spur of the moment idea, she continued, "Although now that I think of it, we can probably make that more attractive – more appealing to your partners -- if we get rid of the wispy hair around it. What do you think?"

Mark had never considered such a thing before but if Mama thought it would make him appear more masculine and more appealing to Laura, it sounded right to him as well. He nodded his head enthusiastically.

"In fact. . ." She continued appearing to come up with ideas completely spontaneously, "In fact, we are going to showcase those terrific muscles and that nice white skin by doing some 'manscaping'. After all, your wispy little body hair is not in keeping with the ninja warrior image you said that you want to have of yourself, is it?"

Wiping the drying remnants of tears from his eyes, he smiled and enthusiastically nodded.

She started to move toward a locked pharmaceutical cabinet concealed behind a bank of faux book spines in the library wall. Looking back over her shoulder she said, "Good, then it's a whole new start for you! As soon as Chrissie gets back with some clothing, your Mistress will take you for a spa afternoon and we will have them do a complete makeover you from top to bottom. Would my little man like that?"

He nodded in agreement, and she went on, "Stevie, your Mistress is going to prescribe some medications that you must begin to take immediately and daily from now on. These will help your mood and actually begin to transform you physically to become the person you really want to become."

Again her words had double meaning, and again Mark failed to pick up on it. He already felt relaxed and trusting as she reached into the cabinet. Chris walked softly back into the room with clothing folded over his arm and a pair of flat sandals in his hand.

Tanya covertly pulled out a starter pack of Estro-Fem 250 mg tablets then thought again and reached for the 500 mg pack. She was anxious to take his libido out of the equation as quickly as possible so that both he and his young wife would be manipulated into the lifestyle she was already planning. Estro-Fem was a pure animal-derived female hormones used for post-menopausal women or more often, for men seeking sex changes. This dosage would begin to have physical and emotional effects on Mark within weeks or even days. The pharmaceuticals would help her transform him into 'Stevie' in much the same way she had moulded Chris into the docile and beautifully feminine 'Chrissie'.

She also withdrew a packet of Xanax, which would also depress his sex drive and make him more compliant and docile. She quickly scribbled prescriptions for him to have filled. It was important for her that he fill his prescriptions externally so that it would appear that everything that would happen would be of Mark's choosing.

Stripping off the Estro-Fem label from the packet, she handed them and the prescriptions to Mark who was already trying to figure out the apparel handed to him. She looked at the soft blue and white boat-neck three quarter length top and the women's capri pants and said approvingly, "Perfect Stevie! Very 'European'; very 'metrosexual', as they say. Chrissie, get Stevie some water to take the medications with. Do it now."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 05



Mark smirked at the way she ordered Chris around and the tone she used with him, then continued to look at the clothing. He stared at the soft cotton panties and started to ask whether there might be some men's briefs he could wear, but Tanya cut him short, saying, "Shh. . . Stevie, it's fine; just put everything on. Let's go. Quickly!" Turning her back to him, she said, "I am dialing the 'Girl Time' spa now and we will be lucky just to get an appointment. Don't make Mama angry."

She spoke softly on the phone, but Mark could pick out a few phrases. He heard, ". . . Yes, the full treatment. . . yes, the hair just like Chrissie," and, "We both want full body massages and make sure it's Karl," and, "We'll be there in fifteen minutes."

Mark slid on the panties then pulled the soft top over his head. The material felt foreign to him, but as he pulled up the capris, exposing his legs to the mid-thigh, a strange tingle swept through his body, as though he was indulging in some guilty, forbidden pleasure.

When Chrissie returned with the water and proffered the medications to Mark from his soft little hand, Mark felt a sudden, strange kinship with this strange person. Mark looked down at Chrissie's smooth, bare thighs and then at his own hairy legs below the capris, and curiously the idea of getting all his body hair waxed off now seemed to make some sort of bizarre sense to him. He suddenly wanted his legs to look as smooth and attractive as Chris's. He decided that Mama had been smart in suggesting the spa visit. It seemed that she was right about a lot of things. He gulped down the pills eagerly and slipped on the flat sandals. surveying himself he felt a bit odd and strangely delicate.

Tanya had been counting on this reaction from Mark, and had designed today along the lines with her work in military interrogation situations, where the setting and the reinforcement from other prisoners would create a new artificial reality for someone newly introduced into a detainment camp, who would then work actively to become like the other detainees. Her basic technique was to remove prisoners from contact with the external world, then create an artificial situation designed to help her achieve her goals. Manipulating Mark was frankly one of the easier ones, nothing like those committed enemy combatants.

She took Chris aside and whispered to him, "You will get rid of all his disgusting clothes. Burn them if you have to but I don't ever want to see them again."

As they walked to the front door, another idea came to her when she saw Mark trip over his own feet in the unfamiliar women's sandals. She touched his shoulder lightly and remarked, "Stevie, we want to work on your clumsiness a bit. You want your wife to see you as a ninja warrior, but your lack of grace is a part of the way your sweet wife sees you. I am going to recommend a very special yoga class for you in Baltimore that can help you improve your movement. It's all male, so there won't be any annoying females judging you. Perhaps it will even help you impress your wife and win her back."

The address she would give him was an all-male nude yoga class one of her gay black patients had told her about.

She would reinforce the idea that this class would be an important part of his therapy which would help him overcome any initial misgivings he might have. The effect the feminizing hormones would have on his looks over time, plus the presence of a large number of gay black men would assure he got hit on several times a week. The Xanax would lower his resistance and she would make certain that Ray would be with Mark's wife on the nights he did the yoga class, and that Mark would be aware of it.

She smiled to herself as Stevie held the car door open for her and thought to herself, "Woman, you are totally evil," then countered with, "Yes, but this white boy is so damned easy."

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They arrived at the spa in 10 minutes, and Mark felt instantly uneasy. The pinks and powder green hues of the interior made him feel out of place in this sea of femininity. Still, the Xanax was doing its work, and he felt not only lightheaded but physically light too, as though he could glide over the floor. He became more comfortable as Tanya ushered him to a male spa therapist in a pink smock.

Tanya went with him into a secluded set of rooms where the scent of melted wax was pervasive. She told the therapist, "I think my 'Brazilian' needs a little touch-up, and the full 'ninja warrior' treatment for my Stevie. Right Stevie?"

Mark said nothing but nodded embarrassed by the whole process. The therapist rolled his mascara-outlined eyes at the term, 'ninja warrior,' and thought to himself, "this bitch is a piece of work!'

he continued to look at Stevie and thought, "Still, this one done have a cute little body. Maybe after she remakes him, I can at least get a blowjob from him."

Both Tanya and Mark undressed in the small room, and as the layers fell away from Tanya's firm body and her breasts and pussy were exposed, he instantly became painfully erect. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. Her skin was as dark as bittersweet chocolate and her taut nipples stood out almost an inch. Her breasts were full like ripe melons and her tight torso ran smoothly down to a flat belly and to prominent pussy lips. Her ass was prominent and curvy, running down to large black thighs. Her legs were trim but strong and the slight pink of the skin where her ankles met her heels was strangely erotic to him.

Tanya looked over at him and seeing him transfixed by her nakedness, she said in a raised voice with feigned shock and mock anger, "Stevie! What are you thinking?"

Mark suddenly remembered the rebuke from earlier about how inappropriate it was for him to look upon his Mistress with lust. Embarrassed, he looked away quickly tried to hide his erection by tucking his dick and balls back between his legs. Tanya repressed a smirk and his erection had almost disappeared by the time the spa therapist took him by the hand, leading him to a vacant table. Any residual lust or erection he might have had disappeared altogether when the hot wax was applied to his genitals and a few minutes later was ripped off him carrying his wispy pubic hair and a top layer of skin with it.

Now no longer harboring any lustful thoughts, he resigned himself getting through the waxing of his legs, underarms and buttocks without grimacing. A half hour later the procedure was over and the therapist, holding his hand, fingers intertwined, led him to a full length mirror. Mark looked at his body and had to admit that the look of smooth hairless skin was rather attractive after all. The day before, he had noticed how smooth and hairless Ray's black skin had been against the pale white of his wife, although Ray's was naturally so, and Ray had a natural dark bush at his pubes that Mark now no longer possessed.

The therapist ran his hands appreciatively over Mark's back and buttocks and asked, "What do you think, Stevie. Did I get everything?"

Mark flinched at the man's touch although during the waxing his hands had been everywhere. Mark said simply, "Uhh, yeah. Thank You."

The therapist smiled then ran his palm over Mark's chest, lingering for a moment at his nipples, and then slid his hand down over the slender husband's abdomen. When his hand reached the hip and upper thigh area, he let it rest then squeezed Mark's upper thigh. The therapist cupped soft, newly denuded buttocks, winked at Mark and said, "I hope it will be reflected in my tip."

From behind he heard Tanya's voice saying, "Stevie, how lovely you are. Let's do something with your hair and get you set up with some 'hot guy' metrosexual makeup.

The therapist slid a dressing robe over Mark's shoulder. At first he was concerned that it was only thigh length and that he had nothing on underneath it, but again the calming effect of the Xanax worked its magic on him.

Minutes later he sat with a male hairdresser in a scarlet shirt and leather pants applying tint to his hair and blond dye to the ends of selected areas. Tanya and insisted that he get both a manicure and a pedicure, and with all the attention, Mark admitted to himself he felt like a prince, although as he considered it, perhaps 'princess' was a more appropriate term. While he was waiting for the hair color to set, another spa therapist came to him with a large mug of special tea that she explained he would have to drink three times a day. It would, she explained, clean his intestinal system from top "to bottom" in her words. In truth, it was an estrogen-laced tea that had both a hormonal effect and a laxative property.

The therapist knew that gay men often used it to cleanse their anal regions to be attractive for sex and make anal fucking more enjoyable for their partners. Tanya had told her that Mark was a transitioning transsexual, so this seemed quite a natural tea mixture for him. When she looked at his smooth skin and accidentally noticed the size of his 'package' peeking from under the short dressing gown she was quite convinced he was already taking hormones for transition and behind his back whispered something to one of the other women there. They laughed and shook their heads.

When the stylist was finished with his hair, Mark was astonished at the dramatic effects it had on his looks. His usually unruly mane had now been transformed into a pixie cut with blond highlights that ended just below his cheeks. The fluffy look made him feel even lighter and more delicate. After yet another spa consultant fussed over him teaching him how to apply the 'hot guy' brand cosmetics, he felt like an entirely different person. He hoped Laura would like the effect enough to make love with him tonight.

Tanya came back into the shop, looked on him approvingly and suggested that a deep tissue massage would be just the thing to top off their day.

As they disrobed in the massage area, with its side by side massage benches, Mark averted his gaze, not wanting to look inappropriately at Mama again. Even so, when he saw her dark skin his penis started to become erect again. With the help of both the Xanax and the estrogen coursing through his veins, he was able to control the feeling and sensed his member beginning to shrink again.

Tanya laid down on the bench to his right and positioned a towel over her firm prominent buttocks. Mark started to do likewise, but a sudden violent urge to use the toilet overtook him. He raced into the bathroom just as a flood of fecal material and fluid rushed forth from his bottom. Mark was amazed at the amount, but felt very relieved to have that out of his system. He noticed a bidet next to him and for the first time in his life, he fidgeted with the controls of a female hygiene device, and finally figuring it out thoroughly cleaned his bottom area.

Returning to the massage room much refreshed, he hurried onto the bench and covered his bottom with a towel. He had just tucked his flaccid penis between his thighs when a short, full busted blond came into the room and began to apply light, fragrant oil to Tanya's shoulders and back. Mark looked on lasciviously, his phallus beginning to twitch. He hoped that his masseuse would be as hot and sexy as this one.

Just then a large muscular black man interposed himself between Mark and the two women. He introduced himself as "Karl" and said a few words to Tanya, who by this time was moaning contentedly. She said, "Hi Karl. This is the new one, Stevie. Please be gentle – the first time can be a shock."

Mark had no idea how to decode the comment – what "the new one" meant, or what "the first time" could have referred to. He only cursed his luck for getting a male masseur.

Karl moved to the far side of Mark and asked, "Shall we get started?"

Mark relaxed and accepted his fate and had to admit that for all the big black man's size and strength, he was surprisingly delicate and the massage was incredibly relaxing. After a while massaging Mark's feet Karl turned him on his back as though he weighed nothing and began working oil into his chest and abdomen. Karl's fingered lingered over each of Mark's sensitive nipples and he flushed with embarrassment that his little member twitched several times. When Karl's hand descended an inch under the towel, Mark suggested that he probably should turn over again.

Karl merely grunted and when Mark positioned himself, Karl simply removed the towel and tossed it aside. Karl began to work the oil into Mark's lower back and buttocks. Although embarrassed at the intimate feel of Karl's hands on his body, he decided not to make a scene, since he had already broached the implied protocol by turning over on his stomach again. Karl moved the far side of the benches and was positioned on Mark's left so that he could look across at Tanya on the next bench.

She was blissfully relaxed as her blond masseuse worked her fingers between her ass cheeks and into the dark folds of Tanya's labia. The masseuse's fingers were stroking in and out of pink, glistening pussy walls and one thumb was rapidly rubbing a pronounced clit.

As she continued her rapid finger motions, she leaned over Tanya's cheek and whispered, "Are you pleased, Mistress?"

Her long blond hair tickled the cheek of the dark skinned woman, but Tanya's attention was focused on a rapidly approaching climax. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, and moved her hips in rhythm with the masseuse's motions. As she neared climax, her large, firm ass rose and fell as she pushed hard against the blond girl's hand. Her body shuddered and she collapsed against the bench, gripping its side with her hands. Small aftershocks of orgasm rippled through her cunt as she turned over onto her back.

The blond approached Tanya cautiously, a hopeful look in her eye. Seeing no disapproval, she smiled, then leaned over and kissed the black woman's full glossy lips deeply. Joyously, she accepted Tanya's tongue pushing hard between her own lips. Tanya held her face with one hand and stroked her blond hair with the other. Then, breaking off the kiss, the strong black woman whispered, "You may lick me now, Elise."

The blond smiled gratefully, saying, "Oh Yes. Thank you Mistress. Thank you!"

Tanya opened her legs and the blond climbed up on the bench, gently pushing the strong black thighs apart.

On the adjacent bench, Mark's eyes were closed and his face reflected a look of placid contentment. Karl's strong fingers kneaded both of Mark's buttocks and although it was slightly painful, Mark still said nothing. Releasing the pressure, Karl reached for more of the warm oil and looked over at Tanya. He raised both eyebrows, as if to ask her permission for something. Silently, her lips mouthed the word, "Yes" and she nodded her head then looked intently at Mark through half closed eyes.

Karl smiled and dribbled some of the oil between Mark's buttocks, then moved his hand into the crack. With his middle finger, he massaged Mark's dusky rosebud, then after a slight pause, thrust his finger deep into the slender husband's ass. Mark gasped and his eyes opened wide. Shocked and indignant, he began to lift himself up from the bench.

With his strong left hand, Karl pushed Mark firmly back into the bench. His right middle finger pushed in and out slowly and he leaned over Mark's supine form to whisper quietly into the small white husband's ear, "Don't worry sweetie, Mistress approves. You are not disobeying her."

Mark was utterly confused. Perhaps 'Mistress' had given her approval, but what about his approval. Why was he being treated as if his opinion or wishes didn't matter?

He struggled to free himself again, but Karl cautioned him whispering, "Shhh. . . Relax baby. Mistress wants you to enjoy this. You are my little bitch now. After I fuck you, I promise you can suck my cock. Just relax, baby."

Mark was growing extremely upset at this treatment and especially at the idea that he would in any way be interested in sucking another man's cock. He thought about moving again, but thought it might be best if he didn't make a scene. In truth, Karl's large finger didn't actually feel all that bad inside him.

Karl was stroking the backside of Mark's prostate, and with every stroke a strange little tingle ran through Mark's body. He had never had this feeling before and so even though it was alien to him, he tried to relax.

After a few minutes of this, Karl looked over at Tanya again. With her left hand she was holding the blonde's head tightly against her crotch. With her right, she held up two fingers.

Karl understood the instruction and after another couple strokes, he removed his middle digit from Mark's rosebud. Applying more warm oil to his index and middle fingers, he shoved Mark's thighs apart and began to circle his ass, which now was pulsing from the excitement of the earlier penetration. Karl leaned down and kissed Mark's cheek, then whispered, "I need you to relax bitch or this will hurt. Understand?"

Fearful and obedient, Mark said nothing but nodded his head in agreement. Karl lifted his meaty left hand from Mark's shoulders, letting him breathe freely for the first time in several minutes. He picked up Mark's head then kissed him full on the lips, forcing his tongue into the white boy's mouth. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand, which had been tracing lazy circles around Mark's anus, pushed forward suddenly.

Mark had never even thought about kissing another man before, and suddenly he was both kissing and being fucked by a powerful black man. His conscious mind struggled and failed to make sense of this, but his body had a mind and a will of its own. Within minutes, his hips were rocking against the black man's hand and struggling to take the active fingers deeper inside.

Every time the fingers touched his prostate, a thrill ran through his body from his nipples, down past his tummy and into his dick. His member was now growing harder, though not as hard as when he was with is wife, and for the second time today, he was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

Karl continued to finger fuck him with one hand and looked over to his Mistress to await her instruction. When she smiled and nodded her head, he began to unzip his work shorts with his free hand, and then pulled down the white thong covering his phallus. His large black cock sprang free of its confinement. With one smooth motion, he pushed a small lever to lower the bench so that his massive cock was at the level of Mark's face. Mark felt the cock lying across his cheek and opened his eyes in time to see the dark purple head moving close to his lips. At this proximity, the pungent odor of Karl's cock filled the breathing space all around him. He was immediately repulsed by it but couldn't move away

Confused by almost everything that had happened today, this was yet another experience utterly beyond his comprehension. The first two fingers of Karl's right hand stroked faster and with his left, he dribbled more oil on them. Mark was on the verge of an orgasm like no other he had ever experienced. His heart was racing and he winced from both pleasure and pain, struggling not to make a sound.

Karl leaned over his again and whispered more audibly this time, "Go ahead. . .Suck it. Suck it like a greedy little bitch. Suck it, little piggy."

Mark struggled not to open his lips, but as Karl pushed the huge purple head of his cock at Mark's thin lips, the confused white husband opened his mouth. Feeling the soft fleshy head now inside his mouth, he experienced the strong taste and overpowering musky odor of the shaft for the first time. His mind flashed back to a few days prior when, kissing his beloved Laura, he tasted a similar taste.

Almost as if against his will, his cheek contracted around the huge circumference of the cock now pushing further into his mouth and for the first time, he was actually sucking the invading black cock. With his free hand, Karl slapped his ass and admonished him sternly, this time not even bothering to whisper, "Cover your fucking teeth with your lips, you stupid cunt."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 05



Feeling the sharp sting on his buttocks, Mark immediately obeyed and actively worked to increase the pleasure the black man was feeling. When Karl pushed too far back into his throat, he started to gag, and his ass tightened as a part of the reaction. Karl paid no attention on either end and shoved harder with both his fingers and his cock. Mark could no longer contain his need to climax, and the cum exploded from his rigid little penis with a force he had never experienced. It flooded the sheet beneath him and covered the sides of his thighs. When the aftershocks subsided, he felt drained and desperately wanted the black man to pull his cock from his mouth. Karl would have none of that however, and held Mark's head tightly on his cock.

The black man rocked his hips back and forth rhythmically, and after another three minutes erupted into Mark's warm soft mouth. Mark was shocked by the flood of thick cum and confused about how to deal with it. Karl was still firmly holding his head and he had little choice but to either choke or swallow as much of it as he could. Forced to do the latter, he tasted the acrid, funky taste as it ran down his throat. Even so, much of it escaped his mouth and ran over his cheeks and neck.

At the doorway to the massage room, the therapist who had given Mark the all over waxing was delivering fresh towel and seeing Mark seemingly eager to suck and please Karl thought to himself, "I knew this little bitch was gay. I am going to fuck his damn brains out the next time he's here." 

Karl grabbed a towel from the pile the feminine young man was carrying and dismissed him with a stern look. Karl lifted the spent body from his bench and told Mark, "Go take a shower girl, we're done here today."

After he showered, Mark dressed in the capri pants and soft top, and slipping on the sandals, took a deep breath and looked at himself in a full length mirror, and now he could see that the outfit and the attire look actually worked for him. He felt more at peace with himself than he had in perhaps his entire adult life. He couldn't wait to show Laura the new and improved Mark and thought how sexy and masculine he would probably look to her.

If Dr. Anderson's therapy worked, he thought to himself, he would be having incredible sex with his newly liberated wife. He couldn't wait to see the promised changes in his physique that would turn him into the ninja warrior he believed he could be.

Mark couldn't possibly know it now, but the drugs Dr. Anderson had prescribed would change him so dramatically that, standing in front of exactly the same mirror three months hence, he would scarcely recognize himself. His hips and buttocks would be fuller, softer and more padded. He would lose about 30% of his muscle mass and a corresponding amount of weight. His skin would be clear and soft and the persistent acne zits he sometimes experienced now would be forever banished. His face would become more heart shaped, with fuller lips and a rounder, softer appearance.

His hair would become soft and feminine and his sparse body hair would be extremely fine or simply vanish altogether. Most significantly, small but attractive breasts would jut from his chest; breasts which, when he looked down at them would startle and confuse him. He would see protruding nipples that were large, dusty pink and easily aroused. His male appendage would shrink when flaccid to a size of less than two inches, and it would rarely be in any other state than flaccid. His sexual desire for his wife would drop to near zero.

Emotionally, he would the kind of man that his wife always thought she desired until she met Dr. Jackson. Mark would become available, attentive, and empathetic -- everything a woman could want in a best girlfriend. 

Mark knew nothing of this future at the moment however. He merely admired the transformation that he had undergone today, and was extremely grateful to 'Mama' for suggesting it. He was on his way to becoming "Stevie", a new persona.

As he walked toward the front counter, an elderly woman complimented him, and remarked that, "somebody's husband is going to have a good time tonight!"

Clueless as always, Mark didn't understand the comment and thought she must had been a bit confused. Paying at the front counter, the clerk suggested he might want to pick out a European "man bag" to hold all his cosmetics, the estrogen tea and hair products, and so he casually picked out a fairly gender-neutral fawn over the shoulder bag and added it to his total.

Ten minutes and $200USD later he was back at the wheel of Mama's silver Mercedes driving her home. She was busy scribbling patient notes regarding Mark. Amongst other notations, she had written, "Extremely confused about sexual identity," and "Clearly homosexual," and "Expressed interest in gender reassignment." To that she added "Prescribed Estro-Fem to bring out feminine features and Xanax to help calm anxiety."

If he could have read them he would have been upset to see this characterization, since before today he had never shown the slightest interest in other men, much less given a blowjob to one.

None of what she had written concerning Mark Taylor was in any way true on this beautiful October afternoon -- Tanya Anderson was simply covering her tracks. That it would become true by mid-December was another matter.

Just before they turned into the tree-lined street, Dr. Anderson took a phone call. Mark could not hear much of the conversation, but he did manage to pick up snippets. She was saying, "Yes, Ray dear. Things went much better than expected. . ." and, ". . .Responding to suggestion perfectly. Of course, I prescribed the medications."

Mark meant to ask her whether she had been discussing his case as he pulled up into the circular drive of the stately home and opened the door for his 'Mama.' However, it was becoming late and Mark just wanted to get his cleaned clothes and head home to be with Laura.

When they walked inside, Chrissie took Mama aside and whispered something to her. Standing in the foyer, Mark wondered where Chrissie had gotten the attractive little gold hoop earrings with a tiny black spade dangling from them. Idly, he thought he would perhaps ask Chris about them. Little did he know that his Mistress would be giving him an identical pair at their session next week.

With a sad look on her face, Mama turned to him and said, "Stevie dear, I am afraid I have some bad news. This stupid cow ruined your clothes trying to get the stains out of them. My apologies dear, but mistakes will happen and rest assured, I will punish this one."

Mark was unaffected by the news, which was certainly a side effect of the Xanax. He simply smiled and dismissed the incident with a wave of his hand. He stroke out the door and over to his Subaru with a feeling that he had a new outlook on life and as he sat waiting for the car's engine to warm up he admired himself in the rear view mirror and looking at his lips, decided he needed to apply a touch-up of 'man-gloss' to his lips and applied it in the way the woman at the spa had shown him.

Realizing he still had women's sandals on, he walked back to the house thinking he might at least retrieve his sneakers -- surely they wouldn't have been ruined. Peering carefully through the large bay window by the front door, he could see Dr. Anderson on the sofa where they had been sitting. Her dress was pulled up to her hips and Chrissie, on his knees was crawling toward her opened thighs. In moments, his blond head was bobbing between the woman's sleek black thighs and his nose was pressed tightly against her dark crotch.

Seeing this, Mark was for the third time today, rock hard. Dejectedly he turned back to his car. Driving slowly away, he thought to himself how much he wished he was between those thighs licking her pussy instead of Chris. He had no idea how very soon he would be granted his wish.



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 06



Driving home after the eventful day, Mark felt both elated and confused. Not only had he been unexpectedly finger-fucked to an explosive climax for the first time in his life -- a bizarre event to him -- but also willingly sucked that same black man's cock, seemingly without giving the decision conscious thought. That, plus the emotional session with Dr. Anderson had been utterly traumatic.

Although it was traumatic in quite a different way, his physical transformation was having a powerful psychological effect as well. Being denuded of all his body hair, wearing makeup, and now sitting in his car wearing women's apparel were simply not events a sane man could ever have imagined.

Reflecting on the day, he decided he would rather not have had either sexual experience, even though it had felt amazingly good at the time. Looking at himself in the rearview mirror, he had to admit that his hair and his lip-gloss enhanced smile made him feel very different and strangely contented. Weirdly, even the women's clothing seemed to feel right against his skin. The french cut panties felt especially sensuous and erotic, and the silky feel against his penis had given him a painfully hard erection for most of the drive home.

He jumped out of the Subaru, eager to show Laura how masculine and sexy he looked. That Laura would perceive him quite differently never occurred to him.

Inside their colonial style house, Laura paced the kitchen floor with a sharp anxiety gnawing away at her. She knew that things could never be "normal" between them again and the fracture in their marriage might be so deep it could never be repaired. She had cooked New York strip steaks on the grille, poured a red wine, and lit candles, hoping it would have a calming effect on her husband, who would be – she was certain – in a state of murderous rage. Although she had gotten his verbal permission for the things she had done with Dr. Jackson, when the fantasy had become real it was a very different matter.

She couldn't have been more shocked when he entered the front door and stood in the foyer with a big smile on his face. Not only was that unexpected, but his appearance shocked and puzzled her too. She thought to herself that he was either wearing clothes that were a daring men's style or -- could it be – they were women's clothes. Inspecting him, she was inclined to think the latter, especially when she noticed that the sandals he wore, although a size larger, were identical to a pair she had bought at Payless last spring.

She noticed his hair, cut in a pixie style, lightened and with frosted tips and started to say something when he glided into the kitchen and took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She suddenly felt she had somehow been given a miraculous reprieve for the last few days, which was completely unexpected but she decided not to take it for granted. Anyway, she thought, there was sure to be a logical story behind all this physical change in Mark, and at first glance she decided she rather liked it. He certainly looked better groomed than his normal slovenly, comic book nerd appearance.

They settled down to share a meal punctuated with quiet conversation. Mark told her much of what had happened starting with his session with Dr. Anderson and ending with the day spa trip. Of course he left out significant parts of the day including the fact that a black man had cum in his mouth and had his fingers deep in Mark's 'boy pussy.' He even told her that Dr. Anderson was going to continue to help shape him into a more self-assured and confident person and that to celebrate it they had even decided he should have a new name – 'Stevie'.

Laura wasn't sure she liked either the idea of reshaping him or the name, but anything that could help take the focus off her sex with Ray was a godsend at the moment. Mark also told her that the reason he was wearing a borrowed outfit because he had been caught in a sudden inundation from Dr. Anderson's lawn sprinklers and his own had been ruined in the dryer by her careless servant. It was a thin lie, but given Laura's emotional state, she was so eager to return to a state of normalcy, she accepted it.

Mark told her about the special tea he needed to drink three times a day, and his demure wife suggested he take a nice hot bath while brewed him a cup and did dishes. Laura also told him to strip off so she could launder the borrowed clothing. When he did, she saw his smooth body and then especially noticed the fact that his pubic hair was completely gone. He was hoping it would impress her and make his male member stand out, but the effect it had on her was quite the contrary. His slender penis now simply looked like a little boy's to her and in fact his whole body looked less masculine to her. That of course was the effect Dr. Anderson had sought to create and it was working perfectly with Laura. Rather than being turned on by his appearance, any feeling of desire she might have developed after the candle-lit dinner was instantly extinguished.

Her slender husband trooped upstairs and into the bathroom. As the tub filled, he regarded himself in the full-length mirror and for the first time he inspected his body with the kind of intensity normal for women, but men hardly ever muster when looking at themselves. He decided he rather liked the sleek and smooth look. He swung his hips from side to side and regarded himself from multiple angles.

Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of a full frontal pose and frowned. Something didn't look right. Without even thinking consciously about why, he tucked his slender dick and diminutive balls back between his thighs and posed again. His male sexual package was now gone, invisible from the front. He couldn't explain it, but somehow that seemed to look and feel more correct. Strangely, it also felt rather erotic and he began to have an erection. Shaking his head to dismiss the entire matter from his mind, he hopped gingerly into the warm bath just as Laura came up with his tea.

Neither of them knew that it was heavily estrogen laden, but Laura commented on its pleasant scent and suggested that perhaps she would try a cup as well. Mark told her absolutely not – that it had muscle enhancers for men only, so she promptly forgot the idea. This was of course only one among many lies Dr. Anderson had told him today.

After he finished the tea, Laura offered him a towel and began drying him off. His skin really did feel remarkably smooth she decided; almost as smooth as her own. She suggested that he put on pajamas and get comfortable in their bed while she bathed. The reason for this was that she didn't want him to see her nude with her many love bites and bruises from her intense night with Ray.

After a quick bath, she put on long cotton pajamas in the bathroom. She turned out the bedroom lights and cuddled next to Mark. After a few quiet minutes, she spoke softly, "Mark darling. . ." then she frowned and thought for a moment, "Or would you rather I call you 'Stevie?"

Lying back with his fingers laced behind his head, Mark considered it briefly, then said, "Yeah, I like that."

Laura continued, "Stevie it is, honey. So. . . Stevie, we need to talk about what happened between me and Ray. I want us both to be at peace with the situation."

Lying on her left side, she lifted her right hand to his PJ top, and unbuttoning, ran her hand over his smooth chest and his hardening nipples. He felt both tender and strangely more turned on that usual there tonight. He breathed heavily while Laura, encouraged by the fact that his nipples seemed exceptionally responsive tonight, pulled at them, arousing him even further.

Laura leaned over, kissed his right nipple tenderly then playfully bit him. She laid back, swung her right leg across his thigh and continued, "Stevie, what I did with Ray. . .I love you so very much, but it opened a new world for me, and I. . .I need to continue it. Can you understand honey? God, I feel so that it's hurting you so badly that I can hardly think about anything else."

Her hand found his slim penis, which was now partially hard. He was excited, but the multiple heavy doses of estrogen plus the fact that he had two powerful orgasms already today prevented him from becoming fully erect. Still, Laura continued to slide her slender had up and down his shaft.

Mark was now remembering his discussion with Ray earlier in the day, and how badly he wanted to help his once proper wife become an erotically charged 'hotwife,' responsive and sexually assertive.

Mark stepped in quickly, offering, "Honey, I know how badly you want to be with Dr. Jackson. The fact is, I really want you to see even more of him. Honestly, I have been thinking about it and I think it would be best if we stopped having sex altogether -- at least for a while. Just like we talked about a few nights ago."

Laura was caught off guard. All she could say was, "Really?"

She continued to rhythmically jerk Mark's cut penis up and down. She momentarily considered the fact that she could circle his entire dick with her little hand. The girth of the Master's cock was such that she could not get her hand completely around it and because subconsciously she was thinking about that, in addition to hearing Stevie's words of encouragement, her vagina was growing wetter.

Mark remembered that Ray had told him that Laura became sexually charged when he made her call him 'Master', so he pressed on, saying "Absolutely, I think you should only fuck our Master."

Laura was shocked by this. She asked, "But what about you? About us?"

Mark was now remembering Mama's demand that he must become more decisive, and so he explained to her, "Laura, I am sure you will want to be hot and eager to fuck our Master. I think that if you and I had physical relations, it would only confuse things. Don't you agree?"

With that, she abruptly stopped stroking his partly erect little dick, and removed her hand. She hugged him around the neck, and with teary eyes, said softly, "Oh honey, you are the most wonderful, understanding husband ever. I love you so much, and I promise you that I will do all I can to help you enjoy this too. Master has told me so many things about how I can make your experience as our cuckold super erotic. I love you so much. . . Stevie."

With that, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek, turned over on her right side and within minutes was asleep. Mark was still a little turned on and since Laura had suddenly stopped stroking him, feeling unfulfilled. Remembering how unusually good his chest felt tonight when Laura had played with his nipples, he reached under his top and began to squeeze then again. With his other hand, he stroked his penis. After a few minutes fantasizing about Laura spreading her legs for Ray, he came weakly. Reaching for a tissue from the nightstand, he cleaned up the little spurts of his cum and he too fell quickly asleep.

Laura felt happy for the first time in days and for the first part of the night, she had fallen into a deep and dreamless sleep. After rising to pee at about 2 A.M., she looked over at her husband, who was fast asleep with a satisfied smile on his face. She climbed into bed and cuddled close to him for warmth. After a couple minutes she was deep into REM sleep and began to dream a vivid fully immersive dream.

In the dream, she was back in the jungle setting, once again lying on a marble altar, naked as before. As in her first dream, Dr. Jackson emerged from the darkness of the jungle and walked purposefully toward her, this time through the campfire, dark and this time completely naked. She watched his long, fat cock swing lazily left and right as he strode near the altar.

As before, his entourage included several nude girls, this time visibly pregnant. Her husband, smiling and bowing to her, followed them. Even more than in the first dream, he had now been transformed into a female version of his former self.

As before, Ray now her lover in real life stood at the end of the altar between her open legs, and said, "I will breed you. You and Stevie will serve me and carry many black babies for me."

In the first dream she had cringed in fear of the powerful black man. This time, she was trembling with excitement and anticipation. She slid off the marble altar and down onto the sand. On her knees and forearms, she raised her ass toward Ray and said softly, "Yes Master. Breed me. Put your hot love inside me."

She rested her head on her forearms and out of respect for her Master, did not look back over her shoulder. She felt powerful hands push her ass cheeks apart and felt his girth wiggle her labia apart and then expand her vaginal opening like a tight rubber band until his head was fully inside her.

She continued to dream fitfully now, her body moving back and forth against the imagined motions of her lover. In her bed next to her husband, she was now perspiring freely and in her dream, Ray was holding her hips and guiding his cock in slow circles inside her. After several minutes had elapsed in the dream, she heard his deep grunt and felt his hot sticky cum deep inside her. In her first dream, she had been terrified of him, fearful of becoming impregnated. Now she was ecstatic and received his sperm with complete joy. This night, she did not wake in a cold sweat but rather, slept through the entire night until the light of dawn pushed through the white curtains of their bedroom. 

---

Laura was already awake and dressed. She was downstairs making coffee when Mark blinked awake. He stretched sensuously then went into the bathroom and immediately took the medications prescribed him by Dr. Anderson. He started the shower and turned to stand in front of the toilet. He looked at the toilet standing in front of him; ordinarily he would simply pee (sometimes remembering to lift the seat, and sometimes not, despite Laura's constant nagging).Today though, he scratched his head and thought for a moment. He turned and sat down on the commode as his pee streamed out of him. Yes, he decided, sitting to pee now seemed to feel right somehow.

He looked at himself in the mirror again and flexed his muscles a couple times. He didn't see any difference, but certainly the medications would take some time to bulk his muscles up. Dr. Anderson had told him that physical change might come rapidly, but to expect things to take a while. He flexed one more time, then ran his hands through his fluffed and curled mane. Rubbing his tummy what he felt, or rather what he didn't feel, made a little thrill of excitement run through him. Specifically, what he felt was simply smooth skin, without a trace of hair, and it felt to him rather like his wife's sexy tummy.

When his hand moved downward, it passed over his small package and like last night, he frowned again. Something didn't feel right again. Moving his torso from side to side in front of the glass, he tucked his dick and his balls between his thighs and backwards so they again disappeared. Now, he thought, that seems to look right. He ran his hand from his tummy to his thighs and decided that yes, it felt right too.

He was so absorbed in admiring himself that he didn't hear Laura come into the bathroom and when he caught a glimpse of her he gasped in surprise. She had a quizzical frown on her face as though trying to figure out what he was up to. 

He stuttered a greeting and then scurried to get into the shower. She stood and talked with him as he went through his customary shower routine. When he emerged, he noticed her outfit for the first time this morning.

She had on a short flared green skirt and loosely fitted shirtwaist white blouse, and around her neck she had twice wrapped a long dark brown pashmina scarf to cover the multitude of hickeys and love bite that trailed from her neck down to her bodice. It would be obvious to any onlooker that there were many more underneath her blouse. She was happy to be able to wear pantyhose again after so long in a soft cast, and the taupe pair she wore over her black thong felt terrific against her firm thighs. In Mark's opinion she looked far too sexy for work, but she always looked hot to him.

With no thought to his wardrobe, Mark tossed on his normal super hero tee and jeans, and they were out the door and into the Subaru. Five minutes later he dropped her in front of the Administration Building and watched her swaying derriere retreat. Two young black men fell into step with her and began chatting animatedly. Mark looked at the trio sadly, thinking that with so many young black men hitting on his wife day after day, she was bound to have yielded to the temptation of their seductive charms eventually anyway. One of the men playfully put his hand around Laura's waist where it lingered a few paces until she gently but firmly removed it with her free hand. make loved the way her strong thighs flashed in the morning sunlight, and for the first time noticed that she had her 4 inch patent heels on. She usually complained about how her feet ached after wearing them for even a few hours. It was probably just that she wanted to feel dressed up after weeks in the soft cast.

Sitting in car, he grew hard from a sudden desire to see Laura in bed with her black boss. He say with his head in his hands for a few moments, then rubbed his hands on his jeans. He suddenly noticed how coarse and ugly they were, and acting decisive in the way Dr. Anderson had encouraged he called his office to tell them he wouldn't be in today. He made a quick U-turn and headed for the Nordstrom at the mall a half hour away to shop of a new wardrobe.

Mark wandered through the men's department for a good twenty minutes without seeing anything that attracted his eye. Then he realized the obvious reason, which was that none of these things had the look or feel of the clothing he had on yesterday, the clothes that made him feel "just right" and comfortable. ascending the the women's section, he heard the in-store pianist playing "Over the Rainbow," and thought it was rather appropriate to what he had in mind.

In a matter of minutes shopping, Mark had a handful of capri length pants and tops, all size ten. Mark liked the look and texture of his selections, but wished he could have tried them on to see how they flattered his figure. The young, obviously gay salesman had been watching him with interest since he entered the department and was relatively certain he had Mark figured out from the beginning.

Sauntering over to Mark, he asked, "Did you want to try those on. sweetie?"

Mark blushed crimson, embarrassed by the thought that he actually had a large armful of women's clothing. The salesman winked at him, and said, "At the moment there are no female customers at all and Friday morning is absolutely dead normally. Don't worry, go on back. I will keep watch for you, dear. I understand, believe me."

Mark was insulted by the man's solicitous tone and the way he stretched out the 'I understand.' It seemed to suggest that he felt Mark was one of those weird guys who dressed in women's clothing or that maybe he was gay. He didn't want the salesman to think that he was gay or anything. Mark thought to himself, I am the furthest thing from gay; it's just that these clothes seem to fit me better and feel so much softer than the stuff I usually wear. He considered explaining all that to the salesman, but he was preempted by the man coming over to take him arm in arm back to the fitting area. 

"Now, you're sure those are the right size for you?" the young blonde asked.

Mark, still blushing deep crimson said, "Umm. . .Yeah, I think so."

A minute later Mark was back in the well-lit area and behind privacy doors. He tried on the first ensemble

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Across town in the Adminstration building, Laura was turning on her computer in the large common cubicle area. She nervously eyed Dr. Jackson's office, waiting for him to arrive. She was so anxious to see him, she had to control her breathing to prevent herself from hyperventilating.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 06



She looked at herself in her compact mirror and decided to unbutton the top button of her blouse. Touching up her lipstick she heard his voice as he rounded the corner and greeted Mrs. Jenkins, the department's middle aged black administrative assistant. Laura could feel the spot at the bottom of her crotch becoming ridiculously drenched with her feminine juices. Oh my God, she thought to herself, control yourself girl! you're going to cum just from thinking about him.

She imagined she could actually smell the animal scent of her own arousal and considered whether she should change from the thong she wore for Dr. Jackson today to the spare cotton pair she kept in the desk drawer. She dismissed the thought however, telling herself that no one could possibly smell how aroused her pussy was.

In any event, was too late as Dr. Jackson stopped just then in front of her half height wall, and smiled. He greeted her heartily, saying, "Mrs. Taylor, it's so good to see you back. How is the ankle?" Then lowering his voice to a whisper, added with a smile, "And how is your cunt?"

Laura blushed to a bright crimson, and managed, to for the reply, "Uhhh. . . Fine. I mean, uh yes, it's uh. . . fine." She could feel perspiration under her arms now.

She had been wrong about no one being able to catch the signs of her need though. Dr. Jackson knew the scent of her arousal, even though they had only fucked a few times over the course of a couple days. Just as he had a profound effect on her, she was beginning to have an equal effect on him. His massive cock twitched involuntarily as he thought of the tender pussy between her demurely crossed legs.

Speaking again in a voice loud enough for Mrs. Jenkins to hear, He told Laura, "Well, we have a lot of work to catch up on. It might take the entire morning. Come into my office as soon as you are settled in."

Laura almost blurted out, "Yes Master," but caught herself in time, and somehow turned it into, "Yes, Mmmm-mister. I mean Dr. Jackson."

He wheeled and walked into his office, closing the door behind him. He sat behind his oak desk in the impressive room lined with dark wood bookshelves on three walls. The wall behind the desk a bank of tall windows with sheer white curtains that softly filtered the daylight. He tapped his fingers impatiently on his desk, and within two minutes, heard a timid rap at his door.

Laura opened the door and entered silently, casting a furtive look behind her. She closed the door quickly and collapsed with her back against the heavy door. Ray walked around his desk, then looked at her, his eyes seeming to pierce her soul just as they had in her dream last night. He spoke tonelessly, and forcefully, "Lock the door. Now."

She did as he bid her then hurried across the room. She was already so aroused that she threw her arms around his neck, standing on tip toes to feel his lips on hers. As she kissed him open mouthed, she felt his tongue push deep until it overlaid hers. The wetness and the heat of his forceful kiss and the feel of his body as she embraced him tight made her so weak in the knees, she thought she might collapse. Fortunately for her, he slid both his dark hands under her short skirt, up her pale thighs and cupped the small white globes of her butt.

She relaxed her embrace and rested her head against his strong chest, and he smelled the freshly washed scent of her hair, mingled with the fragrance of Amarige eau de toilet he was already growing to think of as 'her' perfume. Irritated that her pantyhose prevented skin to skin contact, he reached beneath the waist band and pulled them down so he could feel her ass against his hands and finger her pussy from behind.

Again he cupped her tender ass and told her sternly, "Strip those fucking things off while I hold you. Who told you to wear those? Did I tell you to wear those?"

She slipped her arms from around his neck and shimmied the panythose down from her thighs letting them fall to her calves. She looked into his eyes and shook her head slightly from side to side as if to ask for forgiveness. She spoke softly, saying, "No, Master. I just thought. . ."

He looked at her sternly, and interrupted, "That's the problem. You 'thought.' You will never wear those again, understand? You will wear a thong or nothing at all as I direct."

He relaxed his grip on her bottom and let her slide to the floor until her high heels touched down. The offending pantyhose were bunched around her ankles

"Remove those nasty things and dispose of them. In future, you will be permitted to wear proper garter and stockings when entertaining me or my friends, but for now, you will do as I have instructed."

Laura braced herself on Ray as she removed her shoes then the offending hose one by one. Now she was several inches shorter than a few minutes before. Ray told her to slip on her heels again. Satisfied with her obedience, he embraced her again, kissing her lushly. His thick dark lips consumed hers and she moaned between her parted lips. Her arms slid around his neck again, her soft white hands caressing his strong black neck muscles. His hands descended under her skirt again, then his fingers slid under the thin triangle of her thong. He felt at once that both the thong and her pussy were completely soaked with her fluids and this display of desire and passion turned him on more than almost anything else about her today might have.

With a free hand he unwrapped her scarf, and after pulling it down from her neck, began to lay deep kisses in the hollow between her neck and collarbone, overlaying the hickeys already there with new ones. As he sucked her tender skin, her head swayed back and forth lazily savoring the moment and the feel of his hot lips on her body. His free hand massaged her pussy from behind for several minutes, and her breathing became shallow and hurried. He pulled her soaked thong down and it slipped down her legs before dropping to the floor.

The white wife's need for her black lover was becoming almost painful. Her nipples had become stiff and tender. Her breasts increased in fullness and there was a gnawing craving in the pit of her stomach.

Now Ray's hand moved from back to front as he lifted her skirt to exposed her pussy now deep pink from desire. As is normal with a woman in sexual heat, her labia had become swollen to better accept her lover's rough thrusting. Her pussy was now coated with the clear lubricant that would ease her lover's entrance into her cunt. Ray could feel all these physical manifestations from his new lover, and so he stopped kissing her neck and upper chest long for a moment to whisper in her ear, "Bend over my desk and lift your skirt."

She bent over obediently, facing the windows and reaching behind her, lifted her skirt. With her heels raising her, she was a perfect height for Ray to push her thighs apart and tease her labia with his massive cock head. He pushed her tight pussy lips apart gently and found no resistance. Her lubrication had made her desire for him obvious, and now it was making his entry incredibly easy. As he pushed directly forward and watched his dark brown cock disappear into her pink cunt lips he groaned with satisfaction. This petite white wife was clearly his now, without reservation, without hesitation. Anything he willed her to do, she was his to command.

He shoved his massive cock all the way in her and his balls hit against her mons and clit. She gasped and flexed her hands against the desk.

Ray loved the feeling of stretching her pussy, but he was beginning to love other things about her as well. Just now, he loved the seeing the incredibly pale skin of her thighs and ass as his cock disappeared into her again and again in a steady rhythmic tattoo. His hands pushed her skirt forward and out of the way, and his hands gripped her hips tightly. He loved the way she responded to him and the way her ass bounced against his pelvis as he thrust faster and faster.

He moaned and whispered, "Yeah bitch, keep banging that white pussy into me. Stretch your own little pussy out for me."

That sent her over the top as suddenly her body shook as though possessed by a demon and she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. He could feel the juices of her orgasm gushing out over his cock and pelvic bone. He slowed his thrusts to let her savor the feeling that his cock had brought her, rejoicing in the knowledge that it was a feeling her husband had never been able to produce in her.

She continued to cum and multiple orgasms rippled through her vaginal canal with an intensity she could hardly stand. She gasped out, "Oh God, Don't stop Master. . . Don't stop!"

He pulled her sheer white blouse up and out of her skirt and ran his black hands over her back muscles, excited by the smoothness of her skin and the stark contrast in their skin colors. He began to stroke her faster now as he snapped the clasp holding her bra. Reaching forward he cupped both of her tiny breasts and felt the hardness of her nipples against his pink palms. Her breasts were so tiny compared to his wife's dark melons, but they felt so firm and warm in his hands that his cock grew even harder. Her rib cage heaved through her pale white skin as she pushed her pussy against his firm pelvis.

Her body and her breasts clearly showed her state of intense arousal. He held her hips firmly now and watched her hair shake wildly as she pushed her pussy hard against his swiftly thrusting cock. They were both sweating profusely now and he could see droplets in the small of her back. He tried to hold on long enough to push her to a second climax, but the sight of her firm white ass bouncing against his dark belly as she thrust to meet him, brought him to the point of no return. His balls tightened and shot several blasts of thick cum into Laura's receptive pussy. She clawed at the blotter on the desk as her body reacted to his. Her pussy lips, wrapped tightly around his fat black cock, preventing any of his rich cum from escaping. 

Ray continued to run his hands over the soft skin of her back, and squeezed her hips and ass cheeks, kneading them with his strong fingers. Laura lay across the desk smiling and reaching back to touch the man who made her feel like no one ever had. Her slender fingers found his thigh and lingered there, lightly playing over his strong leg muscles. They both wanted to linger in the sheer ecstasy of the moment, but were interrupted by a steady tapping at his office door. They could hear the muffled voice of Mrs. Jenkins asking if everything was alright, and informing Dr. Jackson that his morning coffee was ready.

Ray slowly and reluctantly pulled his cock back and out of Laura's pussy, now stretched by his hard pounding. They both felt his cock head pop from her throbbing pussy. Ray smacked Laura's ass cheek sharply and told her, "Get yourself together. Hurry."

Laura quickly tucked her blouse in and smoothed her skirt down. She didn't have time to fasten her bra, but hoped the middle-aged secretary wouldn't notice, she looked in vain for her thong, and finally spotted it visible at the front edge of the desk as he saw the doorknob turning slowly. Ray hurriedly retrieved them and shoved the soaked material in his pants pocket and zipped his trousers just as the door opened.

Laura grabbed for a pad and pencil hoping the secretary would assume she had been taking notes all this time. Her flushed complexion told a different story as did Ray's hurried attempt to straighten his desk. The secretary simply shrugged and put a coffee pot and cups on the sideboard and scuttled out, leaving the door open.

They looked at one another then broke out in laughter. Laura quickly kissed her Master then walked gingerly back to her desk. She squeezed her young pussy muscles tight to prevent the warm liquid cum from escaping her pussy. She retrieved the spare panties from her drawer, and then hurried into the lavatory where she pulled a menstrual pad from the supply there and quickly closed herself into a stall. Sitting on the toilet she thought it was a good thing that she would be seeing Dr. Smallwood early next week. She could not imagine not getting knocked up if they kept fucking unprotected and at this pace. She wiped as much of the cum as she could from her pussy, then slipped on the panties and stuffed in the maxi-pad which soaked up some of the remaining cum.

---

Across town at the Nordstroms, the salesman was helping Mark coordinate outfits and helping him in and out of various pants and blouses. He noticed that Mark was wearing men's Y-front briefs and remarked that they were spoiling the line of the capris. After a few minutes absence, he returned with three pairs of French cut panties, which he told Mark were a gift and not to worry about it.

He suggested Mark remove his briefs and try one of the pairs of panties on. He 'helped' Mark out of them, and in the process ran the palm of his manicured hand over Mark's slender penis, which made it jump suddenly in reaction. The young blonde sales clerk remarked, "Mmmm, very nice. Small – but very nice."

Standing and admiring Mark's physique, now made more attractive by his makeover, the blonde noticed the wedding ring and asked, "So do you date? Or are you in a long term relationship?"

Mark bristled at the question, turning crimson. He quickly shot back, "I am NOT gay if that's what you're thinking. It's just that I. . . Well, recently I am finding that these clothes are just more comfortable, that's all."

The blonde, not to be denied, smiled and said, "Of course you're not gay sweetie; my mistake."

Then without hesitation, he took Mark's face in his hands and kissed his lips with a long lingering embrace. Mark didn't pull away in shock, although thinking about the encounter later in the day he was unable to explain to himself why he didn't. Instead, he simply stood in the dressing room with his hands by his sides and accepted the man's tongue prodding between his lips. They French kissed for several moments before the blonde broke off the kiss and said, "I would like to date you, really. What's your name anyway?"

Without hesitation, and again without knowing why, he answered, "Stevie."

The sales clerk was called away with a customer leaving Mark to try on the remaining outfits. After a bit, the blond returned with something over his arm and a pair of women's high heels in his free hand. He entered the quiet dressing room, and spoke softly, "Stevie, I don't know whether you might be 'transitioning' or not, but I found these for you and think you might want to go ahead and try them on."

Mark was confused by the comment. He had never heard the expression 'transitioning' and it meant nothing to him for now at least. Before he could reply, the blonde looked over his shoulder to see whether there were any customers about and softly closed the door to the dressing room. He laid the items on a bench and advanced to Mark, kissing him lushly once again. His hand descended under the waistband of the tan capris Mark was trying on and then unsnapped the women's pants. As they fell around Mark's thighs, he slipped his hand beneath the high cut panties and sought Mark's member, which as he expected, was erect and hard.

He squeezed Mark's penis and then slid to his knees, taking the rigid shaft in his mouth. He lavished his lips over the boyish dick and began sucking back and forth enthusiastically. After a few minutes his hand joined his lips and together coaxed a pulsing climax from Mark, who otherwise stood perfectly still.

The blond stood, steadying himself on Mark as he rose. Then he kissed Mark fully again, his mouth full of Mark's cum. He shared the taste of fresh sperm with Mark as they kissed for several more seconds. They broke off the kiss, and as he did at the salon, Mark swallowed the offered cum. This time of course, the difference was that it was his.

The sales clerk turned to the items on the bench, and handed them to Mark. He said breathlessly, "I found this dress for you and I think you should try it on. I guessed at the shoe size, but I think they're about right."

Mark was utterly shocked at the idea of wearing a dress, but once more did nothing while the young blond slipped it on over him. When the clerk helped him on with knee-high stockings and pushed the high heels onto his feet, Mark turned to look at himself in the mirror. He saw a credibly female visage staring back at him, and stood stark still for several seconds.

The clerk said simply, "So. . . I gather you like them?"

Ten minutes later, Mark left the store several shopping bags heavier, and his wallet $590.35 lighter.

---

The midday passed quickly on campus. Laura changed the maxi-pad out twice more, amazed at the total amount of cum that had leaked from her stretch pussy.

The department secretary left early for the weekend, and Ray summoned Laura to his office and told her to lock the door.

He explained to her that he would be gone on a high school recruiting trip next week with Coach Tebbins and in addition to seeing Dr. Smallwood as scheduled, he also wanted her to visit a Dr. Anderson who would help her come to terms with issues regarding their developing relationship.

She readily agreed, then impulsively embraced him tightly around the neck and kissed him, her lips moving greedily over his. As he lost himself in the kiss, Ray felt something change inside. His heart beat faster and his body hummed with a feeling like a rush of electricity. It wasn't love; he wasn't willing to call it that, not yet anyway, but it was something beyond the mere lust he had been satisfying with the adoring young white wife, nearly half his age. To deflect the feelings, he pushed the sweet, gullible redhead down to her knees and told her simply, "Suck it."

She dutifully unzipped his trousers and began to run her hand over his shaft while kissing his dark, nearly hairless belly. She slid the boxers down and his massive cock sprang free. His erection reeked from a mixture of his and her mixed sex juices from their earlier coupling plus his natural funky odor. Rather than recoiling as she had done a scant few days ago, she instead ran his cock over her cheeks and hair relishing in the smell and the feel of his dark member. Then looking up adoringly into his eyes, she took his cock head into her eager lips. Ray, had grabbed his iPhone and was taking picture after picture of her sucking him. When she looked at him with questioning eyes, he said simply, "I want something to remember you by when I am away from you. Now suck it like a greedy little bitch dog."

In truth, he would use the pictures as a part of the recruiting pitch for the University, but as Laura's acknowledged Master, he was under no obligation to explain that to her.

As she sucked and licked eagerly, he made certain to get his hand wearing the University's distinctive signet ring into every picture he snapped. He even did a short video where Laura's devoted grunting and sucking could be heard.

After several minutes of her combined sucking and stroking him with her fingers, he came in her mouth without warning her and although she swallowed as he was training her to do, copious amounts splashed into her hair and onto her blouse.

She let his deflating cock slide from her mouth, and knowing she would not enjoy sex with him for a week, embossed his black skin with tender kisses, paying special attention to his huge balls which she licked until he became hard again.

All of this was captured on his iPhone, which he then laid aside on the desk. He offered his hand to Laura, telling her to rise and lie back on the desk. She did so, and quickly stripped off the cotton panties and spread her legs. He moved between her legs and she began to unbutton his shirt so she could run her hands over his belly and chest.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 06



She now had a constant craving to run her hands over his dark black skin. It was so thick and lush, and sensuous to her touch. She felt that it was like satin and velvet made flesh. Thinking about it, there was only one patch of skin on her husband's body – the soft flesh of his penis head -- that remotely compared to nearly every inch of her black man's skin. From the first time she caressed his black skin, it felt like a luxury she didn't deserve. Now as her hands ran over his chest, her body felt excitement from her breasts to her clitoris. Ray pushed her legs apart roughly and he entered her wet cunt.

He stroked vigorously and his excitement grew as he saw the way her pussy lips clung to and moulded around his fat black cock. He had the sudden sensation that except for the stark contrast in the color of their skin where they were joined, he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. With his every stroke, the young wife squeezed her pussy muscles around his expanding cock. Again, he told himself, this wasn't love he felt for her, but it was starting to feel close to it. It was at that moment that he decided how important it was to have his baby inside her. Not for the reasons his wife advocated, but because it would serve to make her his woman in the most concrete way possible.

Their sweat mingled as they soundlessly rocked together in the most primal activity between a black man and a white girl. When they both climaxed moments apart, no words were exchanged. Not words were needed. Laura simply straightened her skirt and walked silently from the stately office to wait on the curb for her husband to pick her up. Halfway to the door, she halted suddenly, then wheeled on her high heels and rushed back into Ray's arms. Impulsively, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him open mouthed working her lips into his so hard their teeth knocked together.

Laura broke the kiss and exclaimed breathlessly, "God, I will miss you so much. I want you inside me every night," and with that hurried out of the office.

Ray sat heavily behind his desk, reflecting on what had just happened. It was definitely different than their previous couplings. Absent mindedly, he felt her bunched thongs in his side pocket and took them out. The triangle of material was still very damp where it had nestled against Laura's aroused pussy. Ray thought they smelled distinctly like Laura; it was now 'his' woman's smell.

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On the commute home, Mark regarded Laura's appearance. She had the unmistakable look of a woman who had recently been fucked -- tousled hair; hickeys on her neck; smeared lipstick; and disheveled clothing. They were all clear indications, but his high Xanax dose was keeping him so docile, he decided not to make a scene.

The weekend passed without intimacy between the couple. Mark faithfully took his prescribed medications and herbal teas, and went to his first yoga class on Sunday. He was shocked to find that he was the only Caucasian participant, and that it was an all male, nude class. He stayed near the back of the studio, but still drew constant stares from the dozen or so other men there.

Late Monday afternoon, Maggie drove Laura to keep her appointment with Dr. Smallwood after a busy day at work. Laura didn't want Mark involved with the visit at all, but with only one car, the young white wife took Maggie up on an earlier offer of a ride to the OB-GYN. The office was in Bladen Town, a couple municipalities over from their secure white enclave. As they pulled into the small medical park, and found the location of the office, neither of them were comfortable with the look of the neighborhood, which was almost exclusively working-poor black.

When they trooped into the waiting area, they both noticed that of the 9 women their, only two others were Caucasian, and like Maggie, were also very pregnant. Laura was given a multi-page form to complete, and in addition to the usual questions about number of pregnancies, last period, and marital status, there were some puzzling ones as well: One asked her to enumerate "Number and race of all lovers," "Number and race of children," and the most puzzling of all was one that asked, "Ownership: Master or Mistress."

Although she was uncomfortable with these and other questions, she decided to truthfully answer that she had one lover, and his race was black. The young black women in the waiting area were all directed to various doctors in the practice, but Laura noticed that the other two white women had been directed to Dr. Smallwood.

At long last, she was called and then led back to a mid-sized examination room by a short, attractive blond who was certainly no more than 19 or 20, and seemed intent on staring at the floor tiles. Not once in the short walk did she lift her eyes or speak. After they arrived and the aide closed the door, she told Laura to strip completely and put on a paper gown open at the back. Laura expected her to leave, but she stood patiently as Laura turned her back to the petite blond, then self consciously stripped naked. The girl took each of her items of clothing and folded them neatly dropping them on a chair. She took Laura's blood pressure and temperature, and offered, "I am Leezie. Dr. Smallwood will be here in a few moments. Please stand on the platform here."

Laura wanted to leave her panties and bra on, but the girl walked around to face her and reached out her hand to receive the last remaining items of clothing and when Laura nervously pulled her panties down, the girl offered her a hand to step up onto the circular platform and walked quickly out of the room, taking Laura's clothing with her. Laura was now standing on the platform and feeling extremely vulnerable, suddenly realizing that she was completely naked and the paper gown was out of arm's reach on the examining table.

As she started to step off the platform and retrieve it, the door swung open and a portly black man walked into the room and smiled openly at her. He was very dark, at least a shade darker than her precious Ray, and rather shorter as well. He was quite overweight and Laura cringed at the reality of standing naked in front of him. She quickly covered her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other.

Seeing her discomfort, he walked over to the paper gown and offered it to her, and as she quickly donned it, he said reassuringly, "Oh don't worry about being naked here. I have seen literally hundreds of women in my practice. You're in good hands here, and by the time we're through, I will know your body even better than you."

She didn't know how to take the remark, but seeing him chuckle, she laughed nervously and felt slightly relieved. He began his examination after reading her chart. When she reacted with a sudden start to the cold stethoscope on her back, he looked at her with concern, and remarked, "Oh my poor little one. I see you don't like being probed by instruments. Believe me, I can understand. Here, we'll switch to a manual exam. Many of my patients seem to prefer that these days."

He opened the door and called Leezie back in. He waited several seconds and then when she entered, carrying a tiny black baby, he looked sternly at her and said, "Girl, you best come on the double when your Master calls you. You deaf or something?"

He smacked her sharply on her tiny ass, and she reddened shamefacedly. Looking down at the floor as was clearly her habit, she replied, "I am sorry Master. I was just starting to feed the babies."

He looked at her, and grunted, "Well sit over there. I need to examine Mrs. Taylor manually."

With that, she sat on a chair in the corner and unbuttoned her white blouse. She unhooked her bra, pulled her breast and coaxed the black newborn onto her nipple. Laura stood looking at her in complete shock, but said nothing.

Dr. Smallwood told Leezie to take notes with her free hand as he began to run his hands over Laura's body. He stood behind her and murmured in a monotone, "Palpating breasts now. . .They feel firm and healthy. Excellent tone."

Reached inside the paper gown with both hands, he felt her breasts from behind. She felt his large belly on her ass as he teased her nipples with his large hot hands. The petite white wife felt and uneasy stirring in her belly, not comfortable with being felt up in this manner. He continued to feel her breasts, then murmured, "Hmm. . ."

He told her in a professional tone, "Let's get that gown off Mrs. Taylor. I want to check your breasts more closely."

She hesitated, resisting his instruction with all her willpower. He tugged the gown down and off her shoulders, tossing it on the table. She accepted this with a sense of inevitability, as the gown offered very little protection anyway. He moved to face her from the front, and ran his hands over the various love bites and hickeys dotting her chest and thighs. His hands came to rest on her breasts, and he moved one toward her heart feeling her pounding heartbeat.

He continued to feel her breasts and remarked in the general direction of Leezie, "Numerous love bites, undoubtedly put there but that old hound dog, Ray."

Looking at Leezie, he added, "Don't put down that part about Dr. Jackson, girl."

Her nipples were now standing out from her breasts and pointing up toward his face. He went on, "Very firm nipples. . . Umm, make a note, breasts very small, but nipples should prove excellent for nursing. Also, make a note that she has really smooth white skin and her display markings will be a tribute to her owner."

He pushed her head down onto her chest and lifted her hair in the back, then looked at her neck and under her hair. She barely heard him tell Leezie, "Note that the bitch has no ownership marks but the skin is clear should he wish to ass them later."

Laura frowned in confusion over this, but before she could ask him what that meant, he moved his hand down to examine her firm belly and she felt an involuntary shiver run through her torso. He ran his large dark hands over her stomach and down to her pelvic area, and remarked, "Firm body. . .Excellent hips. Make a note, she has good 'birthing hips.' Should support multiple pregnancies nicely." 

Hearing this, Laura went crimson. Her face was flushed, her jaws clenched and her adrenaline was flowing, reflecting her intense anger. "Just a minute, doctor. Why are you are saying things like that? I am not trying to get pregnant. In fact, I am here to get on birth control so that I don't get pregnant."

The doctor cleared his throat, and took a step back from the angry young woman. To himself, he was thinking that Ray needed to control his little bitch and soon. She was definitely going to be bred, and he didn't know why Ray had not prepared her for it. Looking over at Leezie, he thought back to the time when he had become the Master to her and her husband Chris. There was a girl who understood her place and made no fuss whatever to being bred.

He put on a friendly face and worked to placate the fiery redhead standing naked in front of him. At least Ray had trained her far enough already to understand that when a black man gave her a command or touched her, that she'd better damn well listen. He spoke softly, "Now, Mrs. Taylor, please calm down. We're just doing an overall assessment here. Please relax. Hmm. . . Let's look more closely at your pubic area. Leezie, make a note. Extensive bruising of the entire mons veneris area, and several bite on both inner thighs. Both I assume are courtesy of Raymond again. Isn't that right Mrs. Taylor?"

The white wife suddenly gasped, and was only able to stutter, "Umm. . .I-I-I umm. . .That's none of your. . ."

Frowning, Dr. Smallwood looked at her, smiled and said reassuringly, "Please Mrs. Taylor, I know that Raymond is your lover. After all, you listed him on you medical questionnaire. Also, he referred you to me. You're among friends here. Look, I have known Ray since college, we are like family, there are no secrets between us and we share everything." 

Far from reassuring Laura, his words made her blood run cold. She suddenly realized that his words could be taken more than one way. Her body stiffened, and again she covered her nakedness as much as possible. Dr. Smallwood decided that he was going to have to show this little cunt tht she had more than one Master now. Thinking quickly, he told her, "Laura, I need to help you relax so that we can complete your vaginal exam, and get you on you way. I'm going to give you a little injection of a muscle relaxer, so that you won't tense up during the remainder of the exam. Leezie, help Mrs. Taylor onto the table and into the stirrups."

Leezie finished burping the baby she was nursing and shuffled over to Laura. While his back was turned to them, Dr. Smallwood unlocked a cabinet and withdrew a vial of a drug used to treat insomnia in some patients. It was marked "Flunitrazepam 200 cc." The other name for it was Rohypnol, or the "date rape drug." It was a powerful, hypnotic and amnesia-producing drug that also dramatically lowered inhibitions.

Leezie was showing off the baby to Laura, and the doctor took the opportunity to quickly inject the petite redhead while she was distracted. He left the room after saying, "I will be back in a few minutes. Why don't you girls get better acquainted?" 

Laura felt immediately relaxed as the drug coursed through her veins. Leezie asked her whether she would mind holding the baby while she lifted Laura's legs into the vaginal examination stirrups. Laura took the beautiful black baby and felt his softness against her nude chest as she held it and stroked its cheek. She asked Leezie whether the child was hers, to which the slightly build blond replied, "Oh no. My little boy is in the other room. I am just going to get him to nurse. Then I have one more after him."

Laura frowned. The drug was beginning to fog her mind, but she was coherent enough to ask, "I don't understand. Why are you nursing all these babies?"

Leezie responded in a matter-of-fact manner, "Well it's one of my duties."

Still not understanding, Laura asked, "Duties?"

Leezie explained gently, "Yes, me and Chrissie. . . well, he used to be my husband. . . he's called Chrissie now, anyway, we belong to Dr. Smallwood and we both have a number of chores we for which we are responsible."

Laura was rapidly losing her inhibitions and her ability to comprehend. She asked, "Leezie—that's your name, right? What does it mean when you say you 'belong' to Dr. Smallwood?"

The blond looked at her as if the question made no sense. She replied, "Well actually my name is 'Elise', but when you sign papers to work for your Master, you're usually given a new name by the family. And of course, if you were married, you're broken up. It's just the way things are. Hasn't your new Master explained this to you yet?"

Laura shook her head, but she would remember very little of the information later anyway. She stroked the tiny baby maternally. It lay on her breast now and reflexively attempted to latch her nipple. When it started to suckle, she felt inexplicably relaxed and fulfilled, and also began to lubricate between her legs. Looking down at the sweet little child, so dark against her white skin, she could not possibly know that she would be nursing her own black child in less than a year, and would be in the same state of servitude as Leezie, except for having a different Master. Leezie gently picked the baby up from Laura's arms, and smiled.

She said quietly, "You have beautiful little breasts. I hope our Masters will let me play with them. Sometimes, they like to watch us and I would like playing with yours. Anyway, I think you will be a good mother when your Master breeds you, and I can use the help nursing." 

Looking over her shoulder apprehensively, Leezie bent over the prone figure of the slender redhead, and with her soft lips began to gently suck and kiss Laura's exposed nipple, made hard by the baby's suckling. Laura felt incredibly relaxed, almost as if she was no longer in her body. As the blond continued to suck and run her tongue over the now reddened nipple, Laura stroked her hair gently.

The door opened and Dr. Smallwood stroked through. He laughed and said, "When I said get acquainted, I didn't mean sexually acquainted. Leezie, don't you have other babies to nurse – including mine?"

The blond nodded her head silently and left the room. Alone with his patient, the heavy-set doctor stroked Laura's hair gently, then whispered, "Girl, you ain't gonna remember a lick of this in a few hours."

With that, he also bent over and began to suck her nipples, one after the other. She feebly protested, but he knew that her resistance would be nearly nonexistent by this time. He continued to suck loudly for a few minutes then moved between her legs. Speaking in a professional manner, he narrated, "Mrs. Taylor, please relax. I am going to do a digital vaginal examination now," then whispering barely audibly added, "We're going to see what Ray's been doing to stretch out your little cunt."

Normally, a vaginal exam would require a gloved hand, and take only a few seconds, but the doctor decided Laura would remember so little that he might as well enjoy this. He teased her labia open and inserted first his index, then his middle finger, with no resistance entering her now wet pussy. His thumb rotated on her clit, and his index finger expertly located and strummed against her 'G' spot. Feeling its prominence and thickness, he thought to himself, "I bet she cums like a fountain when old Ray's cock pressed that little spot. I need to feel that myself."

He asked, again in a professional tone, "Is that hurting, Mrs. Taylor?"

She shook her head in a lazy arc, and so he continued, "What's your name, sweetie?"

She snickered and laughed as though it was the funniest question in the world, and replied, "Oh God. I. . . Umm. . . Uh, Laura. Yeah, that's it."

He knew she was really far-gone now, so he flicked his finger against her 'G' spot even faster. She started to shove her hips toward his probing fingers, a silly, vacant grin on her face. Removing his hand now, he quickly locked the door, then returned to the place between her legs, held apart by the stirrups. He made his decision, thinking to himself, "Fuck Ray. I need some of this tight little cunt for myself."

Sliding the circular platform over, he stood on it to raise himself to a position where his crotch was level with the supine wife's open thighs. He called her name, but seeing that her eyes were barely open, he quickly unzipped his trousers. His hand worked his fat cock from his briefs and he rubbed it against Laura's wet, relaxed pussy lips. She moaned a satisfied little moan, and the doctor pressed his huge mushroom shaped cock head against her clit and then parted her lips. Even in a relaxed dreamlike state, her pussy was the tightest he had ever entered, and he had entered many white women's pussies before, both as a bribe offered him for hard to get abortions, and for payment afterwards.

Experimentally, he pushed harder and felt the first four inches or so penetrate her. From his perch, he could see how much his fat cock expanded her pick cunt lips and was even more aroused by seeing his own black cock gliding neatly into her cunt, his blackness disappearing into her deep pink. Her body, though drugged was obviously equally aroused. Her mons was flooding with blood and becoming swollen and softly padded. Though barely conscious, her pelvis was pushing down and forward to capture more of the large black shaft inside her. Her breasts were becoming more swollen and firm and her nipples were standing out.

As he buried his cock in her right to the root of his fat shaft, he wanted to possess her completely. He leaned forward, now pushing in a slow steady motion and bent down to take her breast in his mouth. His huge lips and wide mouth covered her left breast almost completely. Their bodies rocked in bliss, and absent-mindedly, she began to stroke his fat face and head as he moved from her breast to add his own love bites in the hollow of her neck. Though she would remember this only as a dream tomorrow, she would notice the fresh hickeys on her neck and puzzle over their presence.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 07



Laura was beside herself with anxiety. It had been days now since she had been in contact with Ray who was away on the recruiting trip and now her hormones felt like they were going to explode. This was in no small measure due to the fact that the "birth control" given her by Dr. Smallwood were a special mixture containing a small dose of 'X' and this was keeping her in a state of almost constant horniness. She had been masturbating two or three times a day for the last few days, and that was providing only temporary relief. What she really craved was her lover's black cock and his strong black body mounting hers.

It was now 10:30 AM, Sunday morning and the only indication he had given her that he considered her to even be alive was a phone call yesterday telling her that someone would be visiting her today to discuss some issues regarding their developing relationship. Ray was emphatic that Laura should be able to devote the complete day. He told her he had made her appointment with this Dr. Anderson to coincide with Mark's yoga class and that the counselor would be visiting Laura at home mid-morning. It never occurred to her to ask how he knew about Mark's class. 

She was instructed to be open minded, truthful, and above all very respectful. Ray strongly emphasized this point regarding Laura and her prospective visitor and then hung up the phone after Laura confirmed she understood but before she could ask any questions. Laura scurried about the house, making it presentable to the anticipated guest.

Laura waited anxiously for Mark to pack his yoga gear and leave for the class in Baltimore. Now with nothing to do but wait for whatever was going to happen, Laura ran upstairs and changed clothes for the second time. Ray had been explicit in his instructions for how she should dress for the relationship counselor. Ray had told here in no uncertain terms, "I want you to wear that short green skirt I like along with a sleeveless white blouse, high heels, and no underwear when the visitor arrives. And above all, you treat the visitor like you treat me. Do not disappoint me on this." 

She wondered about the explicitness of his instructions and who the counselor might be, but after all she told herself, he did love to dominate her. She smiled and thought to herself, "Admit it girl -- you love it too."

Now as 10 A.M. came and went, she nervously stalked through around home like a nervous cat. Just when she contemplated having an early glass of wine to take the edge off her nerves and calm the pervasive sexual tension that seemed to haunt her recently, the doorbell chimed and she just about jumped out of her skin. Smoothing the very short skirt Ray had instructed her to wear, she scurried to answer the front door.

Feeling a real sense of fear and trepidation Laura moved to welcome the unknown visitor, hoping for the best. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see a very tall, elegantly dressed black woman in her mid forties standing on her porch. The woman's bearing was regal and her skin was jet black. Although the woman had grown up in South Africa, her Nigerian ancestry provided her with thinner lips, a royal nose and piercing black eyes tinged with dark green that captured Laura's attention immediately.

"Mrs. Taylor?" the woman asked in a pleasant but firm voice. "Umm. . .Yes," Laura replied impatiently. She wanted to get rid of the woman quickly, believing that she had nothing to do with Ray Jackson's instructions and must be collecting for some philanthropic cause. 

However, this assumption was proven wrong when the woman said, "I am Dr. Tanya Anderson and Dr. Jackson asked me to visit today to discuss some issues with you. Where may we talk privately?"

To say Laura was dumbfounded was an understatement, and she barely managed to open the door completely and motion for her visitor to enter. The woman's elegance and manner were striking and she exuded superb taste; her speech and diction suggested an upper class education. Her shoes were perfect for her skirt and jacket ensemble and her nails, makeup and hair were done to perfection.

"Please follow me," Laura managed to say after closing the door and leading the way into the modest living room. Dr. Anderson wasted no time on ceremony, but instead set her purse on the floor by the couch, and then removed her suit coat. As she bent down to place her coat on the coffee table, Laura found herself staring at a beautiful cleavage formed by two very large, very black and very firm breasts framed by a white sleeveless blouse that heightened the contrasting darkness of her skin and framed the mounds of her breasts on their outside in glorious detail. 

In its center, her generous cleavage was highlighted by a very blue gem stone on a sliver necklace. As Dr. Anderson sat down at the end of the couch the gemstone settled between her breasts and became a constant beacon for Laura's eyes. Dr. Anderson seated herself at the end of the couch resting her back against it tall end. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating where she expected Laura to sit.

Now in mid-morning, the living room was bathed in a soft, warm light that managed to work it way through the thick sheer curtains, shielding the room from view on the street and the effects of the sun's rays on the carpets. The effect of the warm light on Dr. Anderson's skin was breathtaking for Laura. She appeared coal black and her black-green eyes looked at Laura with a feral gaze that seemed to touch her soul. 

In a sudden flashback, Laura recalled the panther from her dreams and suppressed a shiver that suddenly swelled in her chest. Dr. Anderson reached behind her head and removed a number hair clips and placed them in her bag on the floor. She shook her head vigorously and a coal black mane descended to her shoulders making her resemble a feline animal.

Laura nervously sat next to the imposing black woman who was 6 or 7 inches taller, 30 to 40 pounds heavier and at least 15 years her senior. Without preamble or emotion Dr. Anderson began, "I understand that Dr. Jackson called you this morning to instruct you that I would be visiting today and that you were to be truthful, non evasive, and above respectful to me as if I were Dr. Jackson speaking to you. Is that correct?" 

Laura nervously licked her dry lips and ventured, "Uh, Yes he did." 

Dr. Anderson continued, "Mm-hmm. I also understand that we are to be alone here for the rest of the day and that your husband is away at a yoga class. Is that also correct Laura?" 

"Umm, Yes," Laura said meekly as she looked at the woman's hands folded on her lap. Dr. Anderson's wedding ring was enormous and the bracelets that surrounded her wrists would probably have paid for half of Laura's house.

"Laura," Dr. Anderson spoke quietly but with some force, "When you address an answer to me it is either Dr. Anderson or ma'am. Is that understood? I will not accept disrespect from a woman like you. Now let's try it again, "Your husband is not here is that correct?" 

"Yes ma'am" Laura replied. 

"Very good, now let's discuss morality and social issues. As I understand it you have begun to engage in an interracial affair with my husband, Dr. Jackson. Is this true?" asked the black woman evenly.

Laura was horrified. Her mouth gaped open in shock and she suddenly felt faint. She had no idea Dr. Anderson was related to Dr. Jackson. Of course she knew he was married and had older children but she had never even seen a family picture in his office. Furthermore Laura couldn't believe this woman (who had every right to be enraged) was in her home and in a position where she could easily harm her without anyone hearing a thing. 

A thousand dark thoughts flashed through Laura's mind as she stared open mouthed at the prim, elegant and powerful black woman who sat beside her. She suddenly thought about how her mother would judge her affair, how vulnerable she was to Dr. Anderson, how she may have placed her reputation and her marriage in jeopardy and how much she may have thrown away.

Suddenly, it was all too much for her. She burst into tears, pleading with Dr. Anderson for her forgiveness and sobbing as she promised to never see her husband again. With tears streaming down her face, Laura promised Dr. Anderson that she would never try to steal her husband from her and apologized for her indiscretions. 

Dr. Anderson stared at the shaking and crying woman before her and once again knew the five years of psychological training she had taken with the US intelligence services following 9/11 were going to pay dividends like they usually did. She had participated in breaking many terrorists by preying on what little moral sense they had, and she knew that this woman would be easy to break and manipulate for her and her husband's ends. 

Dr. Anderson and her husband were members of an emerging black upper class elite. She herself hated the weakness being exhibited by this naïve white wife and intended to exploit it for her own amusement and sexual pleasure. 

She thought to herself, "This little bitch will definitely be worth the effort," and once again thanked providence for arranging the meeting and later marriage of her to her present husband. He knew how to identify and seduce weak, white women and the silly white co-eds on campus while Tanya knew how to exploit their weakness to provide them long term sexual enjoyment, a lucrative second income, and always a means to stoke her ever-seething fires of hatred and jealousy.

"There, there Laura dear", Tanya said in her most supportive and understanding tone as she wrapped her arms around Laura and softly hugged her to her ample breast. "Don't cry and don't be afraid. I know many white women crave a black lover and my Raymond has powerful needs that are not only difficult to resist but also very difficult to satisfy, and I know that you did not begin this affair lightly."

She smiled a feline smile and continued, "In fact, Raymond said it was really due to the prodding of your husband. I think you never really considered having a lover, but initially did this to make your husband happy and suddenly found out what it was like to have a black lover. Besides, like you, my first concern is my husband's happiness and I know my husband loves me even when he is with you, just like your husband no doubt loves you when you are with Raymond."

She reached out and patted Laura's shaking hand, then explained, "Laura dear, Raymond and I want you to enjoy these occasions as much as he does, so he asked me to talk to you and make sure you are comfortable with what has happened. "

As Tanya said this, she smiled to herself as she felt Laura slowly unwind and begin to accept the lies that she had just been fed. In fact, she and Raymond had discussed how best to exploit the young couple for not only their various sexual proclivities but also how to gain control of their lives and all their monetary assets. 

As Tanya comforted the crying young woman who now sniffled at her chest, she bent down and softly kissed the top of her head and gently rubbed her hair whispering softly in her ear. "It's alright Laura for a young woman to have an older lover and as Raymond has told me, Mark comes up a little short in the bedroom, so you can't be blamed for being restless and a woman as young as you certainly need someone who is very virile."

At this point, Tanya considered telling Laura that her husband too was under her care, but knew that would be too much for the delicate little white girl to handle. Instead she went on with the exposition she had prepared, "Laura darling, Raymond is safe, secure, considerate and very concerned about you, and that is why I am here. I know you are confused and worried, that there is a strain between you and Mark and this is a time when you need someone you can confide in and trust to be discrete." 

Drying the white wife's tears with a delicate handkerchief, she said softly, "Sweetie, I know that it is much easier to handle worries and anxieties when you can share them with someone and many times that can't be your husband, so you can trust me. Besides we all certainly want to maintain a quiet state of decorum because families are involved on both sides and we don't want to upset any parents or relatives and of course we need to worry about what some neighbors may think."

Tanya chuckled discretely and went on, "Raymond wants this to be very quiet and I certainly want that too. I imagine you and Mark want that as well, so we will all be adults about this and that is why I am here. Raymond is a very ferocious lover and he was worried that he might have been too forceful for your first few times, and he wanted someone to make sure you were OK, so here I am."

"You mean you really have no problem with Raymond and me, ma'am?" asked Laura incredulously. 

"No not at all" , smiled Tanya saying, "Because when all is said and done, he will still be my husband, you will have your husband and I am sure we will all be friends for years and years."

In truth, the relationship Tanya had in mind was nothing like a friendship, but she needed to lure the gullible white girl in further. 

She added helpfully, "Besides, I think you need someone you can count on to be there for you so why not me? I know what Raymond likes, how he thinks and what he expects so I can be like a mother to you as if you were just beginning to date. Doesn't that sound nice baby?"

Laura sniffled away a tear, and nodded her head.

Tanya added, "And we can discuss what happened between the two of you after the fact and I can also help you prepare for what he hopes to happen next. My relationship with Raymond is basically a mental one and I can definitely keep your husband busy so he won't interfere when he is not needed. How does that sound?"

"Would you really help me Dr. Anderson", asked Laura at last with hope in her voice. 

"Of course sweetie, but from now on when we are alone, no more Dr. Anderson, just call me Mama, OK?" she said as she lifted the young woman's head from her chest and slowly kissed her forehead and then her cheek. "I'll be your mama and help you learn to please your master which will make you happier than you can imagine."

As Tanya kissed her cheek, Laura felt her breath on her ear and quietly moaned. Tanya again smiled and rubbed the young woman's back, "Yes, Mama will take good care of her little girl" and again kissed her and slowly lowered Laura's head to her chest as she rubbed her back and continued kissing her cheek, ears and neck.

Now the black skinned woman took a next step, one that she had taken with other white couples she had recruited into their community of upper class blacks. She explained, "I would love to have a 'pet name' for you too, dear -- to cement our relationship." 

In reality, this was a tool she had used on prisoners, and one that went all the way back to the tradition of giving 'slave names' to Africans who had been brought to America during the days of the slave trade. Its purpose was to create a dissociative state in the person; taking their name away from them and assigning a new one given by their masters created a permanent bond. She did this for the same reason that she renamed Chris and Elise, who now belonged to the Smallwood family.

Tanya went on, "Well dear, I see that your middle name is 'Ann', so what about 'Annie'?"

Laura felt Tanya cushion her head on her breast and she inhaled the woman's perfume. She marveled at the flawless skin of her chest and watched the rise and fall of the perfect mounds as the blue stone rose and fell with her breathing. 

Tanya felt Laura relax against her and knew that Laura was in the vulnerable state she had hoped for. She continued to hold her for a long time, talking to her about Dr. Jackson, how powerful he was, what a leader in the community he had become and how he delighted in Laura's company. Laura relaxed even more and felt Dr. Anderson slowly turn her head inward to her chest. She relaxed even more and soon felt her lips touching the tops of the enticing black breasts her face rested upon.

"I think I will like being your mama Annie," Dr. Anderson whispered as she slowly inhaled and allowed Laura's lips to contact her chest. Laura was by this time totally relaxed, inhaling the woman's scent and listening to her heartbeat. 

The black goddess continued to slowly rub Laura's back and bent her head to whisper quietly in her ear. "Annie, do you want to be my little girl so I can teach you how to please your master?" 

As she said this, her teeth lightly nibble on Laura's ear lobe and Laura felt herself tremble with pleasure as she heard her voice say, "Yes Mama, please teach me how to please Master."

The black-skinned woman felt the tremor in the young girl and smiled to herself, then quietly held Laura for another moment while Laura's lips gently kissed her soft, onyx mounds. Then Dr. Anderson lightly pushed her away saying, "Alright Annie, we have a lot to do today so we can't waste our time cuddling. We will have plenty of mother/daughter time later. Now, I understand you had a checkup last week and I want to know all about that. Then I want you to show Mama your house so I can give you some tips about what your master likes in the various rooms; after that we will talk about clothes and what Master expects from you socially."

Laura was disappointed that Mama had stopped the cuddling and at first was surprised that she knew about her appointment with Dr. Smallwood, but then realized that the master had made the appointment and had probably discussed it with his wife as a matter of course.

What Laura didn't know was that Dr. Smallwood had shared the transcript of Laura's exam with her and that they had discussed how best to further exploit the exam and manipulate Laura for their own ends. So it was with a real end in mind that Tanya began Laura's interrogation. "Now sweetie, your master tells me that you went to the doctors for a physical and some birth control pills. Was the doctor courteous and did he answer all of your questions?"

When Laura blushed a slightly and whispered, "yes Mama" in an embarrassed tone, Tanya knew her questions would make Laura relive the experience and it would give her first hand insight into how the young woman thought.

She pressed on, "Excellent, I am so glad because I want to make sure my girl is treated correctly and well. Also I want to make sure that you behave yourself in public because you represent me and of course your master now. So tell me what did the doctor say about you during your exam?"

Laura knew she shouldn't embellish her narrative or leave anything out since she assumed Mama could check with her master if she already hadn't. 

"Well Mama, " Laura began, "Dr. Smallwood undressed me and began by inspecting my body and making notes. " 

"Excellent, Annie" Tanya injected, "What was the thrust of Dr. Smallwood's remarks, and please don't leave anything out."

"Yes Mama," Laura said as she began to recount her embarrassing visit. "Dr. Smallwood had me wear a short paper robe and then told me to stand on a little stool in the examining room. He had a very pretty blond girl acting as his nurse during this exam and Dr. Smallwood told her to take notes of what he said. Her name was Elise, but she had a 'pet name', Leezie I think? Anyway, she was the one who put me in the examination room and helped me get into the paper robe. She was very nice to me, and told me not to be nervous. Even though Dr. Smallwood was a little curt, he was very, very good and would make sure I was okay."

Laura continued, "Then Dr. Smallwood removed the paper gown and told me to keep my arms at my sides as he inspected me."

She shook now as she continued, "He slowly walked all around me and touched me then ran his hands over my body as he looked at me. I was very embarrassed and the room was so cold I was almost shaking. He stood behind me and ran his hands down both my arms at the same time. Then he told me to raise my hands over my head and interlock my fingers."




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 07



She continued the narrative nervously, "When I did that he ran his hands down the inside of my arms all the way to my hips. I guess he was checking for abnormalities or something. I was so embarrassed that I tried to close my mind to all that was going on, but I heard him say to Leezie, "She has really smooth white skin and her display markings would be a tribute to her owner. I am not sure what that meant." 

The nurse said that she agreed and said my unblemished skin was very unusual.

I didn't know what he meant by a display and was afraid to ask so I didn't say anything and stared ahead like the doctor told me. He ran his hands over me several times as I had my arms up and then stepped to my side and started at the top of my head, over my face, and down my chest to my belly. Then he told me to lower my arms to my sides and he used a light to look in my nose and ears and then told me to open my mouth. He put his fingers in my mouth after he had inspected it with his light and remarked how pretty my tongue was and then felt my gums and all parts of my mouth."

She paused to take a breath and continued, "Then he stepped behind me again and because I was on the stool, I was only a bit shorter than the doctor he pushed my head onto my chest and lifted my hair in the back and looked at my neck and under my hair. This really scared me and then told Leezie that, 'the bitch has no ownership marks.' Again, I didn't know what he meant, but I was very embarrassed and began to be afraid."

As she said this, Tanya noticed tears beginning to form in the girl's eyes, nd interjected, "Annie," she said quietly, "don't be embarrassed talking about these things with Mama. I am here for you and when you don't understand something or are afraid tell me so I can help you. Now let's get more comfortable so you can tell me more." 

Saying that, she stood up and pulled an embarrassed and now confused Laura up as well.

Then she lay back down with one leg stretched out on the couch and the other leg on the floor. "Now baby, sit here," she said as she tapped the couch between her legs. 

Laura sat down and Tanya gently pulled her head down on to her chest. "Put your legs up on the couch. You are so tiny that you feel just like one of my babies," Tanya said as the young wife nestled her head on the strong black woman's chest. 

Then Tanya lifted her second leg up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around the wife's shoulders surrounding Laura in a cocoon of warm, jet black flesh. Tanya's warmth, the weight of her arms and the stroking of her back and hair calmed the young girl. She felt safe now and inhaled the subtle scents of this amazing black woman.

Her head now rested on one of Tanya's large breasts and she found herself staring at the blue stone of Mama's necklace, mere inches from her eyes.

Tanya felt the girl relax again and knew that the girl could feel the beating of her heart as the white wife rested on her chest. Tanya had learned this technique in her interrogation days after 9/11. Any terrorist, male or female, who had been physically broken by sleep deprivation, hunger, and fear and now was drugged to the point of deep confusion was putty in her hands. She soon became their Mama and "protected" them from their antagonists and provided respite from their fears.

Laura's breathing had evened out now and she was softly kissing Mama's breast as Tanya stroked her hair. "Feel better sweetie?" Tanya asked and when Laura replied with a sleepy "mm-hmm." 

Tanya smiled to herself. The pressed on, "So now tell me more about your visit to Dr. Smallwood's office."

Laura roused herself from the lethargy that was creeping into her body and took up her story. "After touching me all over, Dr. Smallwood told me to lie on his examining table. I was afraid but I did what he told me because Master told me to obey him when he sent me there. When the doctor put my legs in the stirrups I tried to relax and his assistant came and stood by my head and let me hold her baby. Then the doctor gave me a shot to relax my muscles and told me that he was going to give me a very thorough pelvic exam and told Leezie to watch my eyes closely to see if she saw any flinches of pain if he touched a sensitive spot."

She went on drowsily, "I don't remember much of anything after that. I think the assistant sat on a chair next to the table and turned my face to hers. She smiled and looked deep into my eyes and whispered that I should relax so the doctor wouldn't have to use force to touch all of my spaces."

She tensed up and said, "Then I felt the doctor touch my vagina and I was sort of surprised. I remember or maybe just dreamed he was calling me names like 'bitch' and 'cunt', but I was very relaxed."

"Sweetie," Tanya said as she interrupted Laura. "Look at Mama now." Laura was surprised by the interruption but raised her head to stare up at her mama. 

She saw the dark green eyes looking down at her and felt peace but a bit of apprehension as well. She explained, "You need to understand your position here. First, you are not black and you are not a wife to your master, so what are you to Master and his friend, Dr. Smallwood?"

She asked as she gently stroked Laura's cheek. Laura looked at her and felt suddenly small and afraid. She stuttered, "Well, Master says I am his bitch or his cunt."

"That is correct" Tanya said," and he is your Master. What else is he to you? Your . . ."

Laura looked down for a moment and then gathered her strength and looked into those deep mesmerizing eyes. ". . .My owner?" she replied quietly, hoping that it was the right answer.

"That's right. Good girl, Annie. He is your owner and you are his bitch because you are a white slut wife who wants to have him as your black lover and the only way that will happen is if you acknowledge him as your master and that he is superior to you, correct?"

"Yes Mama." Laura said simply. 

"Don't be ashamed of that, girl. After all, Ray is a very virile, well endowed, powerful man who has chosen you to be his bitch. I know there are other wives who would love to be in your position, so you should accept what you are and know this is what you want to be. Besides, Ray has become your lover in the full knowledge that you love your husband more than anyone and that you are doing this to please him as well. So tell me now, what are you and who do you belong to?"

Laura looked at Tanya with moisture in her eyes and whispered, "I am a white bitch, a slut wife who is owned by my black master. I belong to him," as a tear slowly trickled from the corner of her eye down her cheek.

Tanya smiled at the woman, and pulled her closer to her lips and softly kissed her. "So bitch tell me, what is between your legs and who owns that?" 

"It is a cunt and it is owned by my master," came the quiet reply.

Again another kiss on Laura's lips, but this time a bit deeper as Tanya's tongue gently touched Laura's through the woman's partially opened lips. Tanya broke the kiss and looking into Laura's eyes, she slowly unbuttoned the girl's white sleeveless blouse and gently cupped one of her tiny breasts. 

Still looking deep in the petite white wife's eyes, she asked softly, "And what are these and who owns them?" 

Laura shuddered from the warm hand on her breast and gave a sharp intake of breath as her black Mama rolled her nipple between her fingers. "Those are tits and they are owned by my master," She replied as she looked longingly at her inquisitor.

She closed her eyes as she felt the hand leave her breast and slide down her quivering stomach and across her mons, to touch her cunt slick with her juices. She began to moan softly and then felt her sounds lose themselves in her Mama's mouth as it closed over hers. Hungrily she opened her mouth to the invading tongue and offered herself to its inspection. The slender black finger began to probe, to touch, and to invade. She was owned, she belonged and she would obey. More touching, deeper kissing, and then a quiet parting that left her gasping even as the digits probed her womanhood with a knowledge of women that only another woman could possess.

"Look at me bitch," she heard Mama whisper and she opened her eyes to stare into the deep green abyss into which she had fallen. "What am I touching and who owns it?" came the whispered question. 

"A. . . a cunt and my master owns it," she whispered in a soft, rasping voice that spoke of need and desire. 

Again, the lips met, but she kept her eyes open staring into a black green sea, watching it roil and move. Then another parting as the question came like a whisper in her mind, "Whose cocks enter this, whose cock owns it, and what other cocks will know it?" 

Laura was mesmerized and responded as though in a trance, "My master's black cock enters it. It is only for black cocks now and forever and my master decides who enters it. He owns me -- my body and soul." 

She heard her own reply and was amazed how easily it sprang from her lips without thought or shame.

"Very well, let's talk about the remark Dr. Smallwood made during the examination" Tanya said as Laura positioned herself once again on the jet black breast. "What frightened you sweetie?"

Laura pondered the question quietly and then said, "Well, he said that I would show ownership tattoos well due to my white skin and that it would make my owner proud. Do you think Master would tattoo me? "

"Does this worry you" came the rejoinder.

"I don't know," Laura said, "I want to be owned by Master and by you too to be honest, but tattoos frighten me."

"I know sweetie, I was the same way," Tanya said as they lay quietly. "In fact I was never marked until Ray came to my house and asked my father for my hand. He was an athlete and a scholar visiting from America I was 15 at the time and Ray was 12 years my senior. Of course my father said yes because he was already established in the U.S. and was quite wealthy by our standards."

She continued, "After I was betrothed Ray and I discussed how he would mark me for his ownership. You see in my tribe in Africa, a wife is scarred (it is called scarification) at least once for her husband to show his ownership. Then if the husband dies, and the wife remarries, she is marked a second time by her new husband." 

She let this sink in then went on, "The scar is in a private location where the wife can see it as she bathes and is a constant reminder of her obligations. The ceremony is quite serious and the couple regards it as a final step before marriage. In fact Ray and I decided that my scar was to be such that as I fed my babies, the would see the scar and know of my commitment to my husband."

Laura was quiet on hearing this and said in a small voice, "Where did you decide to have the scar? Did it hurt?"

Tanya smiled as she ran her hand under the blouse, and down the naked back of the young wife. The last questioning episode had given her the opportunity to remove most of Laura's clothes and she could now feel the girl's goose bumps rise as her arousal became more evident.

She looked back and continued, as if remembering something that might have happened yesterday, "We had a shaman from my tribe conduct the ceremony in front of two of my female friends and two of Rays American friends. I wore a festive robe and was laid on a stone altar near a large fire on a night that was deemed by the shaman to be most propitious. Then Ray who had a similar robe knelt next to the altar as our friends gathered around to witness."

She liked her lips and went on, "The shaman asked me why I came this night and I said to be marked to show my obedience to my husband. Then he looked at Ray and asked him if he was prepared to mark me to be his wife. 

"He said yes of course and then the shaman looked at me and asked if I wanted to mark Raymond as my man. I knew he would do this and I knew Ray would consent if I said yes, but I replied that he was too beautiful to be marked and that I accepted him as he was now and would be in the future.

"Then the shaman opened my robe and offered my body to Ray for marking and as per our custom he gave the shaman a gold trinket as payment. The shaman then gave ray a very small but very sharp knife and he carved his symbol into the side of my right breast. The design is small but intricate and after each cut the shaman would chant a prayer as the blood ran down my side."

Tanya paused again to let this sink in. It was such an alien concept for the young white girl that she had to go slowly. She pressed on, "There were a number of cuts and the marking was deep so I suffered a lot that night, but it was worth it in the end. I have a beautiful marking that is distinctive and powerful. Even when I fed my children I made certain they could see it so they would know that we are a powerful family and have a powerful man as our head."

Tanya paused and let Laura consider her words, and then she said, "In my tribe scarification is done instead of tattooing because our skins are so dark and tattoos are not visible. In your case, a tattoo would probably be more beautiful than a scar because it could be more delicate and even of different colors. But tattooing is a personal choice and that is a question Ray must decide. Would you like to see my scar? "

Laura was both shocked and aroused by the story. She would never have imagined that two people who were so urbane, educated and beautiful could have themselves marked, so she said yes without hesitation to her mama's offer.

"Well sit up a moment Annie, " said Tanya as she raised herself more onto the pillows that she had been resting against. 

"Have you ever seen the breasts of an African-born woman before?" she asked as she removed her blouse and placed it neatly on the coffee table. Then she turned her back to Laura with a smile and asked her to undo her bra strap.

Laura reached forward nervously and undid the clasp marveling at how beautiful and delicate the bra was as Tanya handed it back to Laura to place on the coffee table. Laura sat back down and the powerfully built black woman turned around revealing two large, jet black globes with silver dollars sized, protruding, almost purple nipples. Tanya smiled at Laura who stared at her breasts. 

Then she took Laura's left hand in her right and lifted it to the side of her right breast. "Can you feel the scarification?" Tanya asked. 

"Yes," Laura replied, "it is smaller than I thought and quite near the nipple. It feels like an oblong with a line through it. "

"It is a shield with a spear on it, " Tanya said with some pride, and then offered "here put your head in my lap so you can see it better." 

As Tanya pushed Laura's somewhat reluctant head to her lap, she place a couch pillow in her lap and the white wife rested her head on it. 

Tanya smiled and stroked Laura's cheek and hair, sighing, "That is about the height I put my children's heads when I nursed them. It was always good to have them suckle on my right nipple first because that brings much health to a child, and before the could grab the nipple I made sure I rubbed my scar over their lips so they would know the sign of their father and his power."

Tanya was now sitting on the couch and Laura was stretched out its length with only her skirt on and she felt the scar slide over her lips. She stared up into the green eyes and heard the voice say, "This is your master's symbol. He is your first and greatest bull and I teach you how to be a cow in his heard. Now learn to take milk so you can please your bull."

The scar bumped slowly her lips as Laura parted them to touch it with her tongue. Then it slid away and the nipple rubbed her lips and flowed into her mouth. The large soft breast overflowed her mouth and she saw that the dark eyes were pleased. She began to softly nurse and felt her stomach quiver as a dark hand slid down it like a serpent searching for an unsuspecting victim. 

The serpent unzipped the skirt on her side and she lifted her hips and removed it with no command from Mama. Then the black serpent flowed across her stomach and she parted her legs in invitation. She closed her eyes and focused on the breast in her mouth and the hand gently caressing her cunt.

Tanya let the nursing wife rest against her for a few minutes and gently stroked the white girl as she felt her arousal build. Laura began to moan in her throat and Tanya felt the vibrations through her breast. Then Tanya smiled to herself and stopped her massaging. 

Laura raised her head in confusion and Tanya smiled at her and raised her wet fingers to her lips. "It looks like my little girl is excited and hungry but we can't do much about it now. I am more interested in looking at your home, so show me what kind of taste you have."

Saying this, Tanya pushed Laura to a sitting position and the stood herself. She pulled Laura to her feet and said, "You will dress me, Annie. Hand me my bra." 

Laura, stood nude before this amazing woman conscious of her aroused state that was reflected in her distended nipples and the dewy dampness that glistened between her thighs, and bent to retrieve the bra.

Tanya watched the young woman retrieve the bra and noted her glistening moisture, and then said, "You will put it on me dear. It is good practice for you because in the future Master will no doubt demand that you dress us both." 

Saying this she turned her back to the shorter wife who reached around her with the bra and gently moved her arms under the straps. She then raised the cups to place the large, soft breasts in each of them. Then the wife secured the clasp and gently leaned forward to kiss the black shoulder blades as an act of submission.

Tanya then turned around and held the girl at arm's length looking at her with feigned kindness. "You are going to be a remarkable lover for your master and for me as well. Now adjust my cups and button my blouse and we will tour your home."

Laura did this and then began to pick up her skirt when Tanya said, "No girl, you don't need any clothes because after the tour, I want to look at the bruising on your body. White skin is quite beautiful, but it also shows all kinds of marks and bruising and I want to make sure you are alright."

Then Tanya held out her hand and smiled as Laura placed her hand into the larger woman's.

Tanya said, "I know being owned is new to you, so you have to learn that your owner does not hold your hand in public or private -- especially in the presence of other blacks. Instead, when your owner moves, you offer your wrist and your owner holds it and leads you with it. It is actually symbolic of a wrist shackle but is more as well since you offered your wrist for the owner to take. Do you understand this?"

"Yes Mama," Laura replied as she raised her right wrist, which Tanya grasped and began to lead the naked young wife through her own home.

As they passed through the rooms, Laura was amazed by Tanya's detailed comments and began to feel secure and cared for by the woman. In the kitchen, Mama explained that the master liked coffee with 2 sugars, 1 cream in a cup with a saucer, not a mug. When she served him, she should sit next to him and have nothing herself, but instead be ready to respond immediately to any of his requests. 

In the dining room, she explained that Master must always sit at the head of the table. She must sit on his left and again eat nothing but gratefully accept any food he chose to give her by hand. In the den, he should be given the recliner in front of the TV and she should sit on the floor at his feet. 

In the bathroom, the shower should be quite warm, at least two large Turkish towels must be present, and mouthwash must be on the sink with a real (not plastic) glass. The instructions went on and on and Laura regretted not being able to record them. 




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 07



Mama just laughed when Laura mentioned this and said she would be going over the instructions again and again in the upcoming days as Laura began to work to please her owner.

Finally, they were in the bedroom and Mama talked about the required thread count in the sheets, the music that must be available, and what type of candles were preferable and when they should be lit. 

"Now girl," Tanya said as she sat down on the bed and Laura stood before her, "It's time I did a close inspection of your body to make sure Master didn't hurt you the last time you were together."

She smiled and said in a quiet and caring voice, "Even my husband was afraid that he was rough on you the last time. You are so petite and your husband is also very slight that I think someone the size of my husband could have hurt you or at least caused you much discomfort. I know he can be very rough, especially if a girl is small and you know that he is very enamored of you. In fact he was very enthusiastic about you and Mama just needs to make sure he didn't hurt you." 

Laura was taken aback by her directness but felt compelled to answer this powerful woman whose words seemed tinged with genuine concern and caring. 

"Actually, I am not sore any longer, and the love bites he made on me so Mark could see them just look like bruises now," Laura said in almost a whisper and a slight hint of shame.

"Annie, don't be ashamed, and just relax...I want to see hismarks and make sure he hasn't hurt you. We are both women and I feel as though you are a part of our family," and then added to observe the girl's reaction, "Almost as if you belong to me now."

Tanya stood up and moved close behind the younger woman so that her breasts were just above the shorter woman's shoulders. She then reached around her and began to gently roll the young wife's extended nipples. As she did so, she leaned down and placed a light kiss on Laura's cheek. 

Tanya said breathlessly, "Your body is quite beautiful. It's like a little girl's. Even your breasts are tiny but I hope that when you have your children you will be able to nurse them as long as needed. I know that your master hopes to breed with his children and so do I. It would really please us both and we would love to be involved with raising them as well." 

Tanya's arms wrapped a bit tighter around the smaller woman who leaned back into her embrace as she moaned from the effect of Tanya's breath on her ear.

Slowly Tanya rubbed the flat belly and moved her hands up the smooth torso of the shivering girl. She gently cupped her small breasts and lightly squeezed her nipples as Laura's breath increased and she softly moaned again. Tanya bent lower and kissed her shoulders and ran her tongue from one side to the other as she reached down and slid her middle digit into the girl's sopping cunt.

Now Laura leaned against her breathing quickly and closed her eyes. Tanya bent to kiss the girl's neck and her hand slid across the flat stomach to the rest on her bare Mons. 

"When Mama touches you, spread your legs for her Annie", breathed Tanya into her ear. 

Without a thought the pale wife spread her legs and felt the digit slowly caress her as it gently moved deeper. She heard moaning again and realized it was her voice as Mama's finger slowly penetrated, touching her lightly, rubbing her in one place then lightly kissing her like a moth in another. She was lost, adrift with nothing but sensations and a soft voice purring in her ear. Her mama was licking her ear, and through her trance-like state, she heard words like, "Master", "bitch", "owner", and "love".  

Tanya's finger was on her own lush black lips, and Laura's taste was on her tongue. Then a dark hand gently turned her girl's lips to her Mama, and then the feel of lush dark lips on hers. The scent of heaven in her nostrils she thrilled to the tongue that touched her as her arms came up to wrap around the neck of the older woman. She felt her naked body rub against the business suit, the hard, large breasts now pushing into the front of her shoulders. 

Tanya's hands were on her ass, fingers penetrating her there. She touched Laura lightly, tentatively, caressing, teasing, owning the white girl. Then she felt a hand taking her wrist, leading her to the bed. She grabbed for the hands fingers, but was again pulled against her mama.

She was floating, aware of her body with eyes still closed, a hypnotic feeling of wellbeing. Feeling the other woman against her now, she heard a gentle quiet voice in her ear, "Remember what I told you. You are owned now. You are a white bitch. A bitch never holds hands with her owner. The owner holds her wrist, not her fingers. It is a sign of ownership from the owner, and a sign of commitment and obedience from the bitch."

Tanya let her words sink in and continued, "You are the Master's bitch. Mama is teaching you to be a good bitch. You do want to be a good bitch don't you Annie?" 

"Yes Mama, teach me to be a good bitch" she heard her voice say and a thrill ran through.

Another quiet kiss, a flash of heat, a hand on her wrist and she found herself stretched on her bed. The coolness of the cover caressed her back and she felt a hand on her cheek. The thumb from the hand caressed her lips. Her tongue licked the digit as she opened her mouth inviting its inspection and she welcomed it with a slight sucking. 

A cool kiss on her forehead and Mama's scent was in her. She opened her eyes and saw the white, straight teeth in the black face. The quiet smile that she felt showed love.

"Now do you understand what you are and who I am?" Tanya whispered as she sat next to the reclining Laura and gently stroked her cheek with her hand. She continued, "You are lovely and I can see why Master is so enamored of you. You are as pretty as a small, white porcelain doll. But he does need to be very careful with you," she murmured as she gently cupped one of Laura's breasts. "I can see where he sucked you very hard and left all these marks on your beautiful skin.

Then she leaned down, softly kissing the young woman on the lips and smiled at her as she placed her hand on Laura's mons and said, "Annie, spread your legs so I can check you there too."

Laura looked up into the black-green, powerful eyes and the soft smile that hovered close above her. She felt so small and so cared for by this woman, that she slowly spread her trembling legs as she felt Tanya's feather light touch on her sensitive vaginal lips. 

Laura gasped at the touch and Tanya kissed her lightly again and smiled. "You need to relax cunt. You are owned now and the Master and by me. I will be touching you many times as I desire. Lean back and think about how you should offer yourself to your owners."

Laura wanted to answer, but words did not come. She wanted to thank her Mama; to tell her she loved her, to ask her to hold her, to feel her against her back, to be with her, but instead she spread her legs and lifted her hips in offering.

Tanya smiled as she stood up and reached to the girl's left taking a pillow and placing it under her raised hips. The girl was malleable, weak, and trusting, just as Elise had been when she trained her for her Master, Dr. Smallwood. Soon this girl will soon be controlled completely and so will her husband. She will breed well and be thankful for it. 

Then Tanya stood up and slowly removed her business suit. She watched as Laura gazed on her blackness as her body slowly revealed itself. Removing the jacket revealed the powerful, wide shoulders that often during an interrogation session whipped a subject unconscious as one of the first steps into breaking even the hardest of the hard. 

Slowly removing the silk blouse and then the bra and once again proudly displayed the large, full black breasts with prominent nipples that were often kissed and suckled by delirious suspects who had been tortured to delirium before they revealed plans or comrades to the listening devices placed in the room. They always told their mama; they always trusted their mama and they always loved their mama -- just like this one soon would.

Removing the skirt and French-cut panties, she revealed powerful thighs that had held suspects across them as their asses were reamed, split with blows of the cane and their testicles squeezed with sharpened steel mesh gloves. Their painful thrashing on her legs was replaced with the writhing of ecstasy when they finally broke and sobbed that they loved her and would belong to her forever.

She hated them all and was pleased when most of them were given life without parole.

This one she thought would someday also cry for her but for now there would only be pleasure for them and her husband. The rest would come soon enough and she would be there as this bitch screamed her name begging for forgiveness and asking to be given the chance to please her.

Smiling Tanya knelt on the bed between the girl's legs and watched her cunt begin to flow and open for her like a small white flower. She bent down and licked inside the girl's thighs and was rewarded by a shiver and moan. "Oh sweetie, you have so many love bites here, let me kiss them to make them feel better," and Tanya slowly kissed her way up Laura's thighs and softly licked the flower.

The moaning became louder and Laura began to thrash on the bed as moisture poured from her and Tanya languidly lapped her essence. The girl was trying to close her thighs against the waves of ecstasy that were washing through her, but Tanya's strength and experience kept her spread as Laura's body began to buck violently.

Hearing her moans and sensing her climax, Tanya savagely attacked her flower spearing her with her tongue and fingering her G-spot as the girl lost control. Spasm after spasm ran through her as colors splashed against her eyelids and her hands clawed the air. She somehow left her body and felt herself drifting away into a child-like sleep.

She began to dream. The air was warm and a fire was flickering against the ceiling as she lay on the cot in the palace near the pyramids. A harp was playing and she remembered her Master at the altar, her husband as a little boy and all the women who were there. Now she was on her cot and felt a large presence slowly gliding up her body. She looked down at her feet and a large serpent, a glistening black anaconda was gliding between her splayed legs towards her breasts. She wasn't frightened but was in awe.

The serpent was so warm and its movement was so comforting that she felt her soul open to the beast. She lay under it, gazing into its fiery green-black eyes, as she offered her body to its pleasure. The undulations between her thighs were warm, its movement around her swollen belly caused her child to stir and its tongue flicking over her breasts caused her milk to flow. The serpent reared up and it large head descended onto hers. She opened her mouth to receive it and felt it begin to enter her. She felt death was coming and sadness seemed to envelope her. She heard a cry and felt arms surround her.

"Quiet sweetie. It will be alright," Tanya whispered, "Just let Mama hold you and rest. Then when you wake again, we will talk." 

She heard the voice, felt the comfort and sighed as a large nipple rubbed her lips. She felt the shield move across her lips and the nipple slid between her lips and she opened her mouth as it almost bumped her teeth. She felt the nipple fill her mouth and she began to hungrily suckle as she drifted off again.

Tanya smiled as she felt the sleeping girl pull at her breast and sucked on her distended nipple

"Soon," she thought, "This one will sleep and dream. Then when she awakes we will begin again and again and again. She will learn much today and soon will learn what she is. She will bring pleasure to us, and willingly give herself and her man into servitude for us."

She stroked the face sucking at her purple-black nipple and thought, "But for now sleep little one, for soon the real learning begins."



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 08



The lazy late summer days of October had finally given way to crisp mornings and cool nights. The back of summer was broken and gone were the sweltering days and sultry nights. Laura tried to take her mind off the one element at the center of her young life, her lust for Ray Jackson, by running early in the morning and plunging herself into her work.

Ray was still on the road, visiting high school in the Southeast to find and recruit high school seniors for both football and basketball. He was using the iPhone pictures he had taken of Laura sucking his cock as a recruiting tool, implying that the white girls at the school were there because they were crazy over black men and would do almost anything to be with sexy black boys such as they obviously were.

Ray found himself chuckling time after time, town after small town, at that lie. Most of these boys were clearly still virgins and far from sexy, but planting the idea in their pliable little brains that they could have someone like Laura was an even better recruiting tool than cash. Ray had already gotten a commitment from Curtis Traynor, their top choice for a new quarterback based on his promise that he would give the boy Laura specifically to service his needs. He and Coach Tebbins were in Tuscaloosa, Alabama now and after watching the boy throw 3 touchdown passes, both he and the coach coveted the boy enough to promise him just about anything. Laura might just be the bargaining chip that would tip the scale in their favor.

Sunday evening, a day after the big game, over dinner at the only good steakhouse in town, Ray and Curtis discussed his future at the college. They ordered filets with baked potato and Ray casually got to know the boy, and worked on his approach to winning Curtis's confidence. They talked about a wide range of topics and Ray had the boy laughing over some stories of how bad some of the prospects were that he and Coach Tebbins had seen over their recruiting trip, now in its fourth week.

When their filets came, the conversation lagged as they both tore hungrily into their main courses. With their hunger sated, the conversation picked up again. Ray asked if Curtis had girlfriends and Curtis claimed that the girls were "all over him," then dropped a conversational bomb that he thought would shock Ray as he casually said, "Oh yeah, there's even a couple white girls that were offering to put out for me."

Ray didn't express surprise, replying calmly, "Well, of course a strong young black buck like you would be attractive to white girls. You know Curtis, black boys have their choice of the finest looking white girls at our school. Just think about it son. White girls at a black college are there for one reason! You can have your pick, and they aren't going to say no."

The young black boy's jaw dropped and his eyes widened, revealed his incredulity and his fraud. He gasped, "For real? Is that for real?"

The truth was a bit more prosaic than that. As it turned out, the university had one of the better elementary education departments in the mid-Atlantic and this attracted an inordinate number of idealistic and maternally oriented white girls whose deepest desire in life was to teach cute little blond-haired, blue-eyed cherubs in the elementary school years. In addition, a yearly scholarship grant from the Africa Rising Fund was set aside for recruiting white education students who were classified as 'minority students' at the historically black school.

Ray and several of his friends were the anonymous donors behind the Midnight fund, and many of them Ray and Dr. Smallwood in particular, did the personal interviews of applicants. Without fail, they picked a specific type of candidate -- 17 and 18 year old girls whose physical attributes and eagerness to get a free education often surpassed their intellectual abilities. It was common knowledge that high educational attainment was, at best a secondary requirement for applicants. If they were overtly sexual or flirtatious during the interview process that tended to propel them to the head of the list, and word had gotten out about that as well. The sexiest girls not only got full educational scholarships, but room and board in one of the on campus co-ed dorms was added as well.

Once on campus, the laws of economics prevailed. Since virtually all the male students were black, it skewed the dating pool significantly. A white girl either dated a black boy, or didn't date. And once nature took its course, very few of the white girls ever 'went back' as the saying went. Ray knew that the college did have a problem with an inordinately high rate of co-ed pregnancy, but none of the prospective white teen mothers seemed to complain, especially when they received extra financial support throughout their pregnancies, again from the Africa Rising Fund. 

It was obvious to Ray that the boy had not really been with any of the local white girls and that he was simply bragging -- and possibly expressed an unfulfilled wish. Ray probed a little further, explaining that the racial balance of the area was very congenial to a black boy who liked white girls, and that things were a lot more liberal up north than here. Ray casually showed him the brochure version of the diversity poster he had worked on with Laura. Showing a black football player and a blonde cheerleader, foreheads touching affectionately, it seemed to convey a tailor made message to about like Curtis. The fact that the white cheerleader's lips were slightly parted and her eyes seemed fixed on her companion's crotch, were an artifact of the image having been photoshopped by one of the nerdy art majors. Curtis regarded it studiously for several seconds, feeling a rising tension in his always eager loins.

Then Ray dropped a bombshell of his own. "Young blood," he said, "White girls and white women are so hot for black men that they are practically lining up for black lovers. I have several of my own including a new one I am just breaking in, but even now, she calls me her 'Master' and will do anything for me."

Curtis absent-mindedly scraped a bite of steak back and forth across his plate with his fork, thinking about that, then shook his head saying, "Shit, that's total jive. No fuckin' way; who you tryin' to shuck?"

Ray casually wiped his mouth with the white linen napkin, then took out his iPhone. Flipping to his photos of Laura enthusiastically sucking his erect cock, he furtively looked over his shoulder, and then offered the smart phone to the young black student. As the boy thumbed through the collection of pictures, his eyes widened. Ray sat back casually, then raising one eyebrow asked sternly, "Does that look like I'm shucking you, boy?"

The boy's jaw dropped and Ray could see he was squirming uncomfortably in his chair. Ray relaxed and turned the charm back on. The boy was clearly shocked by the images he was seeing. Looking down at the phone, then at the signet ring on Ray's hand, he clearly understood that it was Ray's cock being sucked by a beautiful young woman with dark red hair. In many of the photos, he could see her deep blue eyes looking up worshipfully at the person taking the pictures.

Now his cock grew uncomfortably erect. He licked his wide lips and cleared his throat. He wanted to ask more questions, but Ray could see that he was inhibited by the surroundings. Ray waved the white server over and after paying the check, they stood to walk into the parking lot. The server sneered at their backs as they vanished from sight. but then seeing the size of the tip, clenched his jaw in frustration. He hated serving them, but the tip was the best one he had received in weeks. 

Once in the car park, Ray put his arm around the young boy's shoulder, and spoke candidly, "Son, I am not just recruiting you for a football career, but something much larger, much more important than that. I can't go into all the details right now, but suppose I was to tell you there was such a thing as a secret black ruling class, for whom there were no limits; for whom white girls willingly spread their legs every chance they got; whose husbands and boyfriends willingly approved and more than that became accomplices in breeding their wives or daughters. Suppose I was to tell you that the wealth of this ruling elite was even made greater by white couples willingly signing over all their possessions and becoming the servants of this black ruling class?"

Ray let that sink in, watching the boy's reaction, then he offered, "The girl on my iPhone -- you want to see her in action?"

Curtiss swallowed hard then nodded eagerly several times. The pair got in Ray's rented Lexus and drove to his hotel. Once in the room, Ray pulled his iPad from the safe and fired up Skype.

--

At home back in Maryland, Laura eagerly awaited a Sunday call from Ray, and was already in a sheer black negligee that Ray liked seeing her in. She brushed her dark red hair, frustrated at being separated from the man who made her scream with passion whenever they were together, and just the thought of him made her wet between her thighs. She was faithful to Ray -- still refraining from sex with her husband Mark, and taking the 'birth control' pills prescribed by Dr. Smallwood. In reality, the pills were simply Vitamin B laced with a small dose of 'X', just enough to keep her constantly aroused and in need. 

She could no longer count on Mark to satisfy her in any way now, and there were more than a few times she actually considered paying a visit to Dr. Smallwood 'just for a checkup.' Thanks to his having injected her with a date rape drug during her initial physical, she had no recollection whatever of having been taken by him, but every once in a while, she thought of the pudgy physician and her pussy unaccountably throbbed. She had bought a large dildo after Ray had been gone for two weeks and was using it regularly, but it was no substitute for the things Ray was able to make her feel.

They had been having regular phone sex almost nightly, but that had only served to sharpen her desire for him. For the last two Sundays, while Mark was in Baltimore at the yoga class prescribed for him by Dr. Anderson, she had stripped and masturbated for Ray on Skype video calls. Now it was Sunday again and she was eager to please her man, partly to relieve her sexual tension and partly to remind him of what he had to look forward to on his return.

She ran her hands over her body and felt the tightness in her torso. The sheer fabric of the jacket was trimmed with black satin, and tied with a ribbon at the bodice. It was short, coming just to her crotch and covering only half of her tight ass cheeks. She hiked up the G-string style panties over her hips and felt the tingling in her mons at it pressed against the fabric. The triangle of the panties barely covered her soft red pubic hair which she had trimmed into a tiny strip. She slid her small right hand under the triangle and massaged the top of her pussy. Laura's abdomen tightened and her breathing became rapid. Her fingers rapidly flew back and forth over her clit, teasing it from its hood. Breathing through her mouth, she gasped in excitement

She moaned softly, and then bit her lower lip. The naked skin of her torso and breasts was luminous and accentuated by the "barely there" fabric of the negligee, and her soft porcelain white thighs contrasted starkly with the black material.

She regarded herself in the full length bathroom mirror, and tentatively ran her hands over her nipples, which were now hard and extended from constant contact with the silky negligee. She smiled at herself and thought that her lover would be pleased. She startled at hearing the soft electronic jingle of the iPad, and knew immediately that Ray was calling her.

She raced back into the bedroom, and grabbing the iPad jumped on the bed. Her palms were sweaty and her heart raced. She set the tablet up on a perch to afford Ray the best camera view, punched the "Accept Call" button and smiled excitedly.

She knew she would have at least three hours to perform for her lover; to follow his instruction and watch him stroke his thick black cock. She tapped the video button connect their cameras, and jumped heavily onto the bed. To her utter shock, instead of the stern rugged visage of her lover and master, the face of a wide eyed young black kid filled her screen. Instinctively, she threw her right arm right arm across her breasts and slid her right hand down over the skimpy G-string to cover her sex.

She stammered, "Who-who-who the hell are you?" Her face was crimson with shame and embarrassment. She saw the iPad on the other side of the connection being wrenched from the boy's grasp, and suddenly Ray's face appeared.

Ray smiled and told her that he was looking forward all day to talking with her then rapidly got down to the business at hand. He began to speak tentatively, a part of him not wanting to put Laura to this test; not wanting to do what he knew he must do to assert his mastery over her.

"Laura, as your master, I have told you that you will obey my every wish, or the wishes of other black men as I direct you, isn't that right?" He said this in a steady monotone, but inside feeling more than a bit uncertain. He continued, "Bitch, what are you to me? To your mistress?"

Laura was a bright young woman and as the realization of what Ray was implying hit home, her lower lip began to tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes as she considered that what was to this point part of an erotic game was taking on a wholly other dimension.

She stammered out a plea, "Oh God no, Ray. P-Please don't do this. Please, it's so wrong."

Her plea touched Ray's heart. Inside he felt so much tenderness for her, verging on love, but he knew he had to demonstrate his mastery for the young recruit. If he faltered even a little and if word of it ever got back to Tanya, he cringed as he thought of the consequences. He squared his shoulders, then looked at her image on the screen, and asked again in a stern voice, "Bitch, what are you to me? Who do you obey?"

Now tears were freely flowing, and she responded in a more deferential tone, "Please Master. Please. I am your cunt, your whore, but Honey, I want to please you and you alone. Master, just come home to me and I promise I will treat you so good Baby. Oh God, please don't make me do this.

She still covered her pubic region with one hand but quickly wiped the tears away with the other before swinging her arm back over to cover her nipples.

Now Ray was angry and his tone reflected it as he said, "Bitch, you're right. You WILL please me when I return, because that is your duty to your Master. But tonight, you will do everything this young man tells you. You are my cunt and my whore, and you will do as I command. Understood?" 

Still crying, she nodded haltingly, and then hung her head in shame, not wanting to look at the screen

Ray addressed her once again as he handed the iPad back to the young man, "Cunt, this is Curtis, and tonight you are his. You will obey him as you obey me. You will do whatever he tells you. You will address him as 'Master' as well. Is that clear?"

Her whole body shook now as she nodded, still crying, not daring to look at the screen. Through clenched teeth she begged, "Please don't do..."

Her voice trailed off. Realizing the futility of her pleading, she said simply, "Yes ... yes, of course Master."

The boy had never experienced anything like this. Gripping the iPad in his hands he hardly knew where to start. Ray saw that Curtis was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable interacting with the beautiful white girl on the screen. He encouraged Curtis saying, "Get used to this young blood. Tonight, she is yours and will obey you without question. Why don't you begin by having her strip off for you."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's right," Curtis responded, then addressing Laura said forcefully, "Let's take off that fucking top. Real slow."

Turning to Ray, he asked, "What next? What should I say?"

Ray suggested, "Tell her to turn on some music. Something nasty. She has some mix CDs I had her husband make for her. We listen to them when I fuck her."

Curtis turned back to the screen, telling Laura, "Hey cunt. Put some fucking music on. Mr. Ray here say you know what I want."

700 miles away in Maryland, Laura leaned over to the side of the bed, picked up a CD and dropped in it the player. Still trying to cover herself, she heard the first track, 2 Live Crew rapping out "Pop That Pussy."

She loved the nasty lyrics and remembered that once with Ray, the track made her cum painfully hard, but tonight, in these circumstances, it was just painful to hear. She moved back into the camera frame and remained sitting back on her haunches, her knees tucked beneath her ass in the middle of her marital bed.

Curtis began to grow anxious for her to move for him. He barked out, "You better move your ass, cunt. You hear?"

She sighed and replied, "Yes, young Master. I hear."

She began to move to the lyrics and slowly moved the negligee down off her shoulders. Curtis gasped as more of her porcelain skin was slowly exposed. His dick grew painfully rigid. As she continued to slide the negligee down, she untied the ribbon closure and opened the top giving the boy his first glimpse of her tiny breasts. Although she was deeply ashamed and felt her self-esteem vanishing, her nipples were inexplicably hardening and now becoming distended, taking on a dark, blood engorged hue.

She shrugged, letting the negligee fall off entirely and it floated lazily to the mattress. Now Curtis drank her in visually, and the stimulation was almost too strong for the naive young black man. His cock was turgid, pulsing, straining against his trousers. He saw Laura naked except for the tiny dark triangle of material between her thighs. He stared at her fixedly, his mouth wide open. He looked at her dark red hair crowning her heart shaped face. 

He stared at her eyes, half closed and dewy, still moist with tears. As his gaze traveled down her body, he took in her slender neck, and saw that, despite her shame, her breasts were standing out proudly high and tight against her slender frame. He licked his lips nervously as he stared at her red nipples seemingly flushed with excitement. His eyes devoured her slender sinewy belly and finally rested on the area between her thighs, where the triangle of cloth teased him, tearing at his patience.

He swallowed hard, and then said gruffly, "Move that lazy ass bitch. I want to see some action from you."

Laura obliged silently swaying to the fast rhythm of the rap. As the song reached its dirtiest verse:

"Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those pussy pearls Rub that ass and play with that clit You know I like that freaky shit."

Laura mirrored the song's implied instructions, spreading her legs a bit and rubbing her clit through the thin material of the G-string. She ran her hands over her body and her hips, thrusting to the driving beat of the rap. Although she hated what she was being forced to do, her body was jacked up on the aphrodisiacs in her daily prescription, and her sense of inhibition was exceptionally low for the same reason. As the CD changed to its next track, Khia's exceptionally explicit rap beat, "My Neck, My Back, My Pussy, My Crack" she moved more freely and at times thrust either her chest of her pelvis toward the iPad camera.

Now she was perspiring, her underarms damp from the exertion. Moreover, she began to feel the tightness of desire in her gut. In her now perpetually sexually heightened state, she had wanted to play with her pussy, strum her clit and bring herself to climax all day but had been holding off to do it with Ray. Now that the switch had been turned on, now that her buttons were being pushed, it was not going to be easy to hold back.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 08



On the other side of the connection, the black boy was perspiring as well. In fact he was sweating profusely. He wanted nothing more than to pull his cock out and let the white bitch watch him cum, but he couldn't do it in front of the older man. For his part, Ray was counting on this, counting on building the boy's level of sexual tension so that he would be more pliable later tonight when Ray gave him the letter of intent to sign.

Curtis, now full of sexual energy, barked out at Laura, "Cunt, get them panties off. I want to see your snatch bitch."

Laura blushed in shame. Her skin glowed pink from her cheeks down to the space between her pert breasts. She lay back on the pillows and spread her legs for the camera. Seeing her nipples, taut and stiffly pointing up, Curtis could tell she was excited; this in turn excited him further. He started rubbing his crotch and squeezing his swollen cock.

Laura laid back and teased the G-string off one side after another, an inch at a time. If she was going to endure this, she wanted to make the boy sweat for it. The silky material of the G-string was wet and fragrant where it had been clinging to her excited pussy. She pulled it away and hated the fact that her own excitement was so high that she could smell it. She worked the panties down past her ankles then slipped them off one leg at a time. Now she lay back with her hands behind her head, bringing her legs back together.

The boy was irritated. She could see him frown on the iPad, as he growled, "Spread them legs, bitch."

Laura moved her legs apart an inch or so and wiggling her hips, smiled for him. A part of her wanted to cause this aggressive young black boy some grief as well as express a modicum of resistance to Ray. Although she was beginning to enjoy this, she was nonetheless peeved at her lover for pimping her out in such a cavalier fashion.

She was lost in these thoughts, but again the boy's growl focused her attention, "Spread 'em wide girl. I want to see me some white pussy."

The song reached its raunchy verse. The singer intoned,

"Lick it good suck this pussy, just like you should Right now, Lick it good Suck this pussy just like you should My Neck, my back Lick my pussy and my crack"

Laura moved her body in rhythm to the song and slowly continued to open her legs all the way. The boy's heart raced as his gaze traveled up her milky white thighs and rested on her puffy pink pussy lips surrounded by the soft down of her pubic hair. She moved her right hand down to her muff and began to massage it. Her eyes were riveted to the boy on the screen, and through her pursed lips asked, "May I see you now . . . Master?"

Curtis was only too happy to oblige. He had been aching to pull his rock hard cock out, but was inhibited by Ray's presence. Now, given tacit permission by the writhing white girl on the screen he quickly unzipped his suit trousers and pulled out his massive cock. He squeezed it and Laura could see the precum oozing from his slit.

More than that, she could see that his member was even longer than Ray's and perhaps thicker. She was particularly excited by the 'thicker' aspect. In truth, there were times when Ray's length actually bruised her as he pushed open the ring of her cervix during intercourse, but she never failed to cum explosively from the feeling of being stretched and filled completely by his massive girth, and that made up for it. This boy seemed to be even thicker and that increased her already drug-enhanced state of sexual desire.

At that moment, she decided to resolve her internal conflicts; to forgo her innate sense of modesty and self-esteem; to give in to her sexual need. If she was no more than a whore, a cunt, a bitch to Ray -- and that had been reinforced to her several times by both Ray and Tanya -- then she would give this boy, and Ray, a real show. She was at last internalizing the message Tanya especially wanted her to understand. She was a sexual slave, a concubine, nothing more.

She reached with her free hand to turn up the music stream, then moved her hand over her nipples, rubbing them lightly, The song was reaching its peak, as the singer rapped,

"I gotta pick which nigga I need to suck A thug nigga gonna satisfy me Try me nigga I'll make you see Them bitches aint got shit on me."

Laura moved her hips up and down and smiled at the irony of the lyrics. She loved Ray but tonight, she wanted to feel the awkward looking black boy inside her; feel his strong dark body mounting hers; feel his breath on her skin. Her fingers now danced around her clit, and her other hand tugged on her nipples. Through her rapid breath, she moaned and said, "Would you like that Master . . . to lick my pussy and my crack? May I see . . . more of you?"

Curtis now completely set aside any inhibitions. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled his boxers all the way down. He unbuttoned his shirt to let her have a rich view of his sable black skin, from his chest down to his crotch. It was now clear that Ray had been truthful with him, there actually were white bitches who would indeed spread their legs for him -- a kid from the Alabama backwoods.

Now her finger descended into her vagina, stroking in and out. Soon it was joined by a second one and on each penetrating stroke, she gripped her fingers with her pussy muscles, thinking how much she wanted it to be the boy on the screen. On each pull stroke she made sure to slide her fingers along the sides of her clit, and now her fingers were becoming soaked with her juices. She was on the verge of climax, and as she watched the huge black cock being stroked, she moaned, "Oh Master, I need your cock inside my pussy, so bad."

She thought of how he would feel between her legs, stroking hard and energetically, intent on his own orgasm, and filling her with hot cum, but at the same time driving her to multiple orgasms. She could contain herself no longer and he body writhed with the pleasure and pain of a huge climax. Her thighs twitched back and forth convulsively and her pussy throbbed as her hips thrust upwards toward her imagined lover. As was her submissive nature, she wanted desperately to please Curtis. She was 'hooked' on black cock now and she wanted to see his hot cum explode from his strong, beautiful black cock. An inspiration came to her as she slowly pushed back up onto her haunches.

She reached under the pillow and pulled out the large black dildo-vibrator. She asked demurely, "Would you like to see me play with this? Master . . .?"

Curtis was squeezing and stroking his cock and could only manage, "Oh yeah."

Laura positioned the dildo upright and squatted over it, descending slowly, feeling the wonderful sensation of her pussy lips spreading apart and her vagina forced to conform to the large dildo. She had clandestinely bought it online after seeing the description that it was a faithful reproduction moulded from a black porn star, and it did not disappoint. She spun the vibrations up to a mild buzz and stroked up and down on it. Her belly felt full from the penetration and as she held it steady inside her, the delightful vibrations began to drive her to new levels of excitement.

She moaned as she dropped onto her knees, then rocked up and down on the dildo. "Oh Master," she moaned, "I want to feel you inside me so much . . . Mmmmmmm."

Curtis was close to orgasm and urged her on, "Bitch, you wanna feel my hot cum in your pussy? You want me to make you all big in the belly with my black baby, girl?"

Laura moaned with pleasure, "Oh Yesss . . . Master. Yes."

Ray was torn by his emotions witnessing this. On the one hand, he wanted her to be a wanton whore -- a white wife responding to his will and fucking members of his inner circle on his command. This was what is wife Tanya would require of the relationship. On the other hand, she was not like any other white wife they had trained, ruined, then turned over to a pimp. This one was special; he wanted her for himself -- only himself. He didn't want another black man to breed her. He didn't want to share her, not with his friends and certainly not with this young buck. His hands were clenched in fists of rage, and his jaws were clenched.

Just then, the boy could hold back his climax no longer. He convulsed, ejaculating with a force that shot ropes of cum a foot into the air.

Laura sucked in her breath sharply, and nervously licked her lips thinking of how his cum would feel inside her. From her vantage point, she saw the iPad being violently ripped from the boy's free hand. Ray stared at her, and trying to control his voice said, "That will be enough. Put your clothes back on bitch. Get in bed and wait for my call."

Ray angrily tossed the tablet onto the bed and grabbed Curtis. He said simply, "Boy, you done had your fun tonight. If you ever want to see that white girl again, I want your ink on this letter of intent."

He thrust a pen in the boy's shaking hand and watched as he scrawled his name on the paper while trying to get his pants pulled back on. His cum was now all over his clothes and the carpet as well. Ray grabbed his arm and walked him forcefully to the door, saying, "Just get the fuck out of here. Here's twenty dollars. Tell the front desk to call you a cab."

Ray pushed him through the door then angrily slammed it behind Curtis. Avoiding the cum on the carpet, he flopped down on the bed. He thought to himself, "I am going to make that little bitch sorry. I'm going to make her remember who she belongs to. I'm cutting this trip short, and then I'm going to fuck the living hell out of her and knock her up first chance I get."

Hundreds of miles away, Laura was in anguish. She had no idea what she could have done wrong. She was only following Ray's commands. Why was he being like this? What right did he have to treat her like this anyway? A silly thought came to her unbidden. She reached for her iPhone; silently she wondered whether she still had the name of that fat doctor friend of Ray's. She had no idea why, but the tiny flame of desire burned in the back of her brain. On finding the listing for 'Dr. Smallwood', she resolved to make an appointment with him tomorrow.

An hour later, Ray was still burning with rage. He found a pair of Laura's panties he always carried with him these days and holding them over his face breathed deeply. Her scent was fading, but still discernible. He would take another pair fresh with her pussy scent when he next fucked her. He decided to text her instead of calling. He gave her instructions not to let her husband touch her, and not even to touch herself. He told her that he would take care of all her needs when he returned.

Ray was wrestling with his situation. He was no longer comfortable with having offered Laura as a 'signing bonus', but reminded himself that he couldn't possibly fall in love with Laura. There was no way in fact he could be permitted to be in love with her and still maintain the respect of his black peer group. Even so, he was forced to admit to himself that he had fallen for Laura, and was making plans to take her permanently away from her wimpy little husband, whom he knew was busily being transformed by Tanya

Laura read the text stream then angrily threw down the mobile phone. She had taken a bath and was now dressed in cotton panties and a tee over short pink running shorts. She often skipped wearing a bra altogether, and although this was the case today, her nipples seemed annoyingly sensitive. Pulling her tee away from her chest, she flopped heavily on the bed. 

In frustration, she picked up the iPhone again. Turning to the telephone contacts, she noticed that there were actually two numbers listed for Dr. Smallwood. The first was undoubtedly his office number, but what of the second. She didn't remember recording it. Impulsively, she punched at it, then after a few moments heard a sleepy voice on the other end of the line say, "Hello, this is Hank. I was wondering when you might be calling."

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Up in Baltimore, Mark was working up a light sweat. He was finally beginning to enjoy this yoga class. Since week two, Mistress Tanya's servant Chrissie had been taking the class with him. Unbeknownst to Mark, Tanya had given him the assignment to keep an eye on Mark, observe him and report back. Mark always picked him up at Mistress Tanya and Master Raymond's house and they drove together to class. Mark was growing to like Chrissie and as he grew physically to more and more resemble the slender blond, he even began to mimic his mannerisms -- the lilting voice; the walk; the feminine way he moved his hands. Even from the beginning, Chrissie had called Mark 'Stevie' which he greatly appreciated.

Now they were in class together, the only whites in a class of black men, doing a yoga pose that offered Mark a long look at Chrissie's stretched body from behind. He noticed that Chrissie's penis was only a small nubbin an inch long and that his balls were the size of cherries. He had been troubled for the last few weeks that his own penis seemed to be shrinking, but Mistress had told him not to obsess over it and that it was a natural change that was happening as a result of the treatments he agreed to, and that he would actually grow to appreciate it. She made him strip and inspected his body at every session and seemed pleased with the results.

Last week she asked him point blank whether he understood what the changes in his body meant and whether he was satisfied. After a great deal of hesitation, he answered weakly that he was satisfied, but afraid. Tanya had renewed his Xanax and had given him a stronger dosage of the female hormones, telling him it would speed up his transformation.

Changing yoga poses, he looked at himself in the wall of mirrors in the gym. If he hadn't known it was his own image, he would have thought he was looking at a post pubescent girl. His hips were softly rounded now. His complexion was fine and his hair was growing lush, long and feminine. He was well on his way to becoming an exotic creature and on the road to something even more extreme.

Before changing to the next pose, he stopped to admire the girlish curve of Chrissie's ass and that made his tiny penis grow a little harder. As they moved into 'downward facing dog', then bridged, Mark noticed that Chrissie had distinct, albeit small breasts and that they jiggled with the sudden movement. Had he been focusing on his own image, he would have noticed that he too was growing discernible boobs, and although his were smaller than Chrissie's they were nonetheless real and definitely growing.

Stan, the instructor came over to correct his bridging posture. Also nude, he leaned over Mark and lifted his back into an arch. He spoke softly saying, "Stevie, you want to lift your back and your hips higher."

Standing squarely behind Mark he put his arm around Mark's trim waist and lifted him tightly into his body. Mark felt the instructor's solid hips and his ponderous cock pushing against his tender bottom.

Stan lifted his abdomen and ran his hand up and down Mark's supple torso. Mark could feel warm breath on his neck as Stan said softly, "Feel that Stevie? See how it feels when you do it right?"

Stan whispered, "See me after you take a shower," then moved on to observe Chrissie's pose. At first, Mark's cheeks burn with anger at being propositioned so blatantly, but then he thought back to his most recent sessions with Mistress. She had flat out told him that her diagnosis was that he was harboring "latent tendencies" and "gender confusion" and that the medications and indeed the yoga classes were part of her method for "helping him cope." That helped him understand why he had, at the spa with the masseur, then the next day with the sales clerk, done things that had until then been unthinkable to him. He supposed it also explained his growing desire to dress in women's clothing.

Tanya didn't of course tell him that she was actually creating the "gender confusion" with the estrogen treatments, nor that he most likely would never have acted on his "latent tendencies" without becoming very appealing to men. Instead, she encouraged him to "let nature take its course".

After Stan's whispered request just now, he was experiencing two reactions at war with each other. On the one hand he was affronted by being propositioned as though he was one of "those" people, and on the other, he was excited. He swung into the next yoga pose but was so confused he tripped over his own leg and fell into Chrissie. Picking himself up, he had a fleeting sensation of excitement from the nearness of his exercise partner.

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At home, Laura moved through the empty house as if in a trance. Had she really called Ray's doctor friend and asked him if he could make a house call. She was not the naive little suburban housewife she had been a month ago, but this seemed unbelievably brazen, even for her. She didn't even find the fat middle aged doctor attractive, yet something probed at the edge of her memory and when it did, she became excited at the prospect of seeing Dr. Smallwood.

She had been happy when he told her he would be over in 15 minutes, but now she was filled with trepidation. Why was she doing this? Why were her loins pulsing and moist? When the doorbell rang, she almost ran into the kitchen to pretend no one was at home, but she screwed up her courage and walked toward the door.

When she opened the door she was met with Hank Smallwood's toothy smile. She could hardly turn him away now and besides, a part of her didn't really want to. He took her hand in his and hugged her tightly

"So Laura, you told me you wanted to talk about a sexual matter, right?" he asked politely. He raised an eyebrow and moving closer to her, waited for her reply.

Laura nodded, then unsure of how to start, said simply, "Doctor, I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I seem to be tense . . . um, tense 'that way', you know . . . 'down there' and tonight when I Skyped with Ray, well things went very badly -- we both got very angry. I guess I am just confused."

Hank walked with her into the parlour, and sat close, his leg touching hers. He put his meaty arm around her waist, looked deeply into her eyes, and asked, "Now Laura, when you say, 'that way', you mean sexually, right?"

She bit her lower lip and then simply nodded her head. Hank went on, "it's important for us to be able to speak frankly, and by all means use the right terms, so no more of 'that way' or 'down there', alright?" She smiled shyly and nodded her head again.

Dr. Smallwood continued, "So you're feeling sexually tense and in a constant state of arousal? Is that it?"

It was painful for the demure young housewife to answer, but finally, she mumbled, "Yes, doctor, like always turned on."

Hank probed further, already knowing the answers but wanting to play with Laura before he took things to the next level. He asked, "What about your fine little husband, isn't he satisfying you sexually?"

She buried her head in his fleshy chest breaking out into tears, "Oh doctor, he hasn't fucked me in a month and a half now, and Ray has been away for nearly that long too. What the hell is wrong, with me?"

Hank offered her solace, "There, there my dear. There's nothing wrong with you, but if you'd like, I can check you out -- you know, give you a quick examination."

He lifted her face and dried her tears. Then he stroked her cheek with his sweaty palm, and ran his thumb over her pouty lips. He continued to run his thumb over her soft lips then pushed it into her mouth.

Shocked by this sudden invasion, Laura didn't move, remaining still as a marble statue. When he began moving it in and out slowly, she closed her mouth around his fat thumb and began to suck it tenderly.

After several seconds, Hank slowly pulled it from her warm mouth. She seemed almost hypnotized. He broke the spell by suggesting that they go upstairs so that she could be more comfortable while he examined her.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 08



Again as if under a spell, she rose slowly and taking him by his fat hand, led him up the stairs to the bedroom. Now it was Hank's turn to be mesmerized as he watched her hips sway from side to side as she walked in front of him.

When they arrived, she said in a toneless voice, "This is our bedroom."

Quickly surveying the room, Hank suggested, "Why don't you lie down on the bed so I can examine you," then added, "Ummm, of course we'll want to get those clothes off first."

Obediently, Laura turned her back to him and stripped off her top. Hank could see that she was not wearing a bra and his cock jumped at the prospect of seeing her pert little breasts again. She hesitated before sliding her running shorts down over her hips but Hank urged her on, "Laura, what don't you understand? We need everything off -- everything"

Still with her back turned to him, she stepped out of her remaining clothing. Hank took her arm and turned her around to face him. Although he had quickly fucked her in his office, he had not until this moment had the opportunity to appreciate just how beautiful this young white wife was. As he consumed her with his eyes, he pushed her onto the bed. He looked at her suddenly tense body and said, "Laura, let's stop pretending. We both know why you called me tonight -- partly because you need a good fucking and partly because you're angry with Ray and you want to hurt him. Is that about it?"

Laura looked at her feet, unable to meet his eyes. She nodded, and answered softly, "Yes, it's true."

With her admission, he pulled her from the bed, then in one motion, pushed her to her knees. Shoving his portly belly toward her he said simply, "Unzip."

From her knees, she looked up and his fat belly, and made her decision. She slowly reached out to caress his cock through his pants, then unzipped his fly. Noticing that he was not wearing underwear, she thought he must have been expecting this. She bent over, struggling his trousers down over his fat thighs and felt his rigid cock slap her cheek as she rose slightly to face him. His fat black cock was huge and hot against her face.

She took his shaft in her right hand and was amazed that her hand could only half encircle it. As with Ray, the aroma of his crotch was almost overpowering, but it was a scent she now associated with dominant black alpha males.

Looking down at her eyes as they obediently gazed up at him, he said, "Suck it. Suck my cock. Suck your master's cock."

Without hesitation, she put her mouth around the soft fleshy head and began to suck it in and out. It began to shine with her saliva as she repeatedly sucked it. After a few minutes, she worked it deep into her throat, then after choking on his size, started to work licking the shaft. Noticing that her eyes were closed, Hank slapped her face and told her to look up to him. Startled, she missed a couple strokes with her hand before resuming. She licked the underside of his ponderous shaft before licking each of his huge balls.

Again she was struck by his funky aroma, which was even stronger than Ray's. She tried to ignore the smell as she continued to lick him, and although she was ignorant of such things, her body was reacting to the message being conveyed by his pheromones through his sweat and the smell of his genitals. The message was clear and one that as a woman she understood with the instinct instilled for a thousand generations: tonight she would belong to this alpha male, body and soul.

Thus, when he told her to lie back on the bed, she seemed eager and receptive. She lay back quickly and there was a look of hunger and need in her eyes. As he pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed, she dutifully assisted by tucking her legs up to her chest and spreading her thighs. She reached out with both arms to welcome him. He shuffled his pants off his ankles and moved into her open crotch. The smell of her need was pervasive in the space they now shared. As a doctor, he recognized, it; he knew it well, and it made his fat cock bounce in anticipation.

When he moved between her bent legs and she reached out to guide his cock into her pussy lips. She spoke not at all now and her eyes were wide open, looking down at his ebony shaft. She rubbed the fat reddish black head of his cock over her pussy lips teasing them open and coating him with her juices to make his penetration easier. Hank was enjoying the moment and watching her excitement grow. Then, taking his own black dick in his dark hand he continued to rub her now-swollen lips up and down, and on each stroke pushing his huge cock head an inch or so into her hot vagina. He stroked her pussy several times like this before moving his large body squarely over her.

Laura felt his fat black belly resting on her abdomen, and his broad hips push her legs even further apart. Her skin tingled with titillation where they touched. She tried to reach her legs around his broad waist to prepare for the shock of his penetration. As he bent over to kiss her aching nipples, a strange sensation ran through her that this was not the first time she had felt his body on hers; not the first time his mouth had sucked on her nipples. As his fat lips encompassed almost all of her left breast, she became lost in the joy of being taken by a strong black man again. She held his head against her breast and eagerly stroked the back of his fleshy neck while he alternately sucked and laid down a trail of bite marks.

Hank could feel that he had her in the throes of ecstasy now, eager and begging to be fucked. Her every reaction to his kisses and his movements made it obvious she was his. The smell of her hot, receptive pussy filled their space, and so he pushed hard entering her completely, feeling the tight wetness of her young pussy envelop his fat black shaft.

Momentarily, he considered his best friend Ray and thought, "Sorry blood. I know you wanted to breed this bitch, but looks like old Hank's got here first. Yeah, this sweet little cunt's gonna have her first black baby special delivery, courtesy of Doctor Hank Smallwood." He smiled to himself as he thought, "And you and her little white hubby get to raise it."

When he moved to kiss her open mouthed, again she had the vexing feeling of deja vu, as though she had felt his body, his kisses, and -- most definitely -- his rough cock inside her before. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his hard fat cock and responded to the way it stretched her pussy. He was not as long as Ray, but his girth more than made up for it. Her skin was tingling and her excitement grew stronger with his every stroke. The way his cock was curved allowed him to rub her clit with each stroke and this in turn made her moan out loud with sheer ecstasy. She screamed and her head moved from side to side as if possessed by a demon.

"Ohhhhhhhh Goddddddd," she cried out, bucking her hips upward and tight against his portly crotch. Her whole lower body moved faster and faster until she was sweating almost as much as the fat black man between her legs. As his perspiration began to drop profusely onto her tense body, his pheromones provided a final boost for her, propelling her, back arched, into an orgasm like she hadn't felt in so long, perhaps not ever. Her entire body shuddered as she coated Hank's cock with milky white juices from her cum. She shuddered again and Hank paused to look at her face, Her eyes were tightly closed; her mouth wide open; her neck was straining; and her entire torso was tensed.

He smiled with pride at his handiwork, then said softly, "Big Daddy make you feel good baby?"

As her breathing and pulse began to return to normal, she opened her eyes slightly, and then nodded her head, smiled and said simply, "Oh yes, yes, yes."

He looked deep into her eyes and said, "Yes, what?"

Correcting her mistake, Laura replied softly, "Yes, Master . . ."

Hank's cock throbbed and grew even larger now. He leaned forward again and began to quickly stroke her aching, stretched vagina again, then began to whisper into her left ear, "You want me to be your Daddy? Want me to breed you? Ready for me to put a black baby inside you?"

Whether it was the effect of so much of the aphrodisiac in her system, the heat of the moment or something else didn't matter. Without even thinking about it, she began rhythmically rubbing his sweaty back and neck. She moaned then replied softly, "Yes, Master. . . ", then added, "Oh yes, Daddy . . . Yes . . . to anything you want."

She thought to herself that Hank may not have been aesthetically pleasing -- not even remotely good looking in fact -- but she could easily get used to this. He was making her feel incredible, even better than Ray made her feel. She had accepted the fact over a month ago that she was a black man's woman, and now she had suddenly realized that she had the potential to enjoy many black men besides Ray in her bed.

In between laying bite marks on her tender white neck, Hank whispered, "And we won't be telling Ray about this, will we baby?"

Laura moaned again as the angle of their coupling allowed Hank's probing cock to rub up against her G-spot. She moaned continuously now, but managed to breathe out, "No Master. This is just for us."

Hank resumed fucking her fast and with each stroke expelled the air from his tiny white lover's lungs. Her breathing was a steady "Unh ... Unh ... Unh ...", becoming faster as he stroked toward his own climax. He reached to caress her dark hair and looking through half closed lids, she smiled and her lips pushed out, "Unh ... Oh Daddy, Unh ... Put, Unh ... Put your hot love, Unh ... inside me. Unh ... Breed me... Pleeeeeease"

Her fingers gripped the sheets on both sides as she erupted in a second rolling orgasm. Hank bent down to cover her lips with his own fat lips, his tongue filling her mouth. He pushed her thighs tight against her breasts and could feel the soft head of his aching cock bounce against the entrance to her cervix, pushing it open. He erupted in a shuddering climax and his hot cum repeatedly spasmed into the sweet young white wife's receptive womb. She could feel him pulse four of five times inside her. His whole body shook as he came and rose once again to a crouched position between her bruised and reddened thighs. 

Once more, she had that strange feeling that this was not the first time she had been spread like this, watching his fat chest and his broad belly pushing on her stomach, and his bulk looming over her. Perhaps she would ask Mistress, who was a trained analyst, how she could have these flashbacks to something that certainly never happened, but for now in a state of total bliss and confused by the half remembered episode, she decided it must have been a dream.

Hank squeezed his cock inside her and another mini-load of cum bathed her womb. He lay beside her, breathing heavily. Covering her breast with his wide hand, he watched as she scooted higher on the bed. He asked, "What time does your little hubby get home?" She looked lazily at the bedside clock and answered, "Not for another hour or so."

Hank said brightly, "Good, that gives me just enough time to put his baby brother inside you."

Laura's tummy rose and fell as she laughed at his joke. She knew she was in no danger of conceiving as long as she was on the birth control pills prescribed for her by her new lover.

With a woman's instinct, she cuddled in closer to his sweaty body and reached over with her right hand to caress his large flaccid cock, and stroked it back and forth lazily to arouse him again. After a few minutes, the fleshy purple head began to emerged from his deep black foreskin again.

The stench of their fucking filled the room, but his sweat also filled the room with his strong alpha male pheromones, and Laura began to be aroused again. He leaned over to kiss her deep again and her pussy began to throb lightly throughout her vaginal canal from front to back. The motion pulled his cum deeper into her cervical opening, and in a flash, one of the millions of Hank's potent sperm bathing her womb wedded with her fertile egg. Though she didn't feel a thing, she was now carrying her first black baby, the one that would change her life completely.

The lithe white wife stretched across the fat black belly of the man who was now not just her new secret lover but would become her Baby Daddy as well, and pulling back his dark foreskin, lowered her mouth onto the fleshy head of his now-erect cock.

--

Mark was finishing his cool down and stood up slowly to retrieve his towel and yoga mat. Stan, the instructor admired his cute girlish bottom as Mark faced away from him. Although Stan was married and the father of two girls, he also liked getting a little something on the side. His strong preference was for these limp wristed white boys Dr. Anderson was now sending him. He walked over and put his arm around Mark, and engaged in small talk with him. "Stevie," he began, "I think you're doing very well in this class. I have watched your movements become more graceful and delicate. Would you maybe like to come up another night -- let's say Thursday -- and I can give you some private instruction?"

Mark became flushed at the attention and the comment as well. His skin was bright pink from his cheeks to his chest. He started to answer and with his first words was surprised at how high his voice was becoming. He started over again in a deliberately lower register, "Well, I suppose I could make that."

Stan smile at him and moved his hand down to Mark's small waist. They walked several steps toward to exercise room exit, As they walked back toward to showers, Stan squeezed Mark's soft ass and pulled him closer. As they came near to the exit, Stan reached out and closed the door to the room and snapped the latch to the locked position. Mark was within inches of the solid wood door, and now Stan positioned himself squarely behind Mark. He could feel Stan's throbbing cock between his ass cheeks and up into the small of his back.

Stan, who was much taller than Mark, leaned forward to kiss the back of Mark's neck and with one hand reached around Mark's torso to cup his right breast, which though small and compact, was beginning respond like a breast. Mark sucked in his breath quickly, and then after biting his lower lip and shutting his eyes tightly begged the black man, standing nude and pressed warmly against him, "Oh God. . . Please . . . Um, please don't . . ." He added weakly, "Ok?"

Mark had fought so hard since the incident with the Nordstrom's salesman not to have a repeat of that encounter, and although every rational part of his brain tried to prevent him from becoming one of 'those' people, the female hormones coursing through his veins, and now in every cell of his body were pushing a different agenda. Silently, he took Stan's other hand, resting lightly on his hip and moved it up to his left breast. His body trembled as the black man tugged lightly on his nipples making them red and erect. Stan held him tightly against his muscular body and his upturned black cock.

Despite wanting to resist with all his power, he reached behind his supple ass and took the black man's now semi-erect cock in his hand. Mark tried hard not do this, but his body even more forceful in telling him how much it needed him to. With his other hand he reached up and behind him to caress the strong black cheek of the man nibbling on his neck and ear. Now his own little member was becoming stiff and stuck out a tiny bit from his body. He looked down at the three inch rod of flesh and wished it didn't exist, then stopped himself. Wait, he thought, that was wrong. Why would he ever wish that away. After all, he wanted to give Laura a child someday, right? What was he thinking?

Slowly, the man standing behind him turned him around and invaded his lips with a deep open mouthed kiss. Mark could feel the strong tongue dominate his and responded by pressing his soft body into the muscular frame of his instructor. His little rod pushed again the black man's body which glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Mark felt so warm and safe in Stan's strong arms, and above all, suddenly very feminine. Although his body trembled in a mixture of fear and excitement against the pull of the other man, it felt so natural and so right when he was forced to his knees.

Without hesitating, he tenderly kissed the black man's taut belly, tasting his salty sweat. Soft hairs on the warm dark abdomen tickled at his cheek. This all felt so right, he thought -- being dominated by a strong black male. He felt the man's hands run through his soft hair then yank down to force Mark's focus lower. Mark kissed his ebony thighs then licked his sweaty balls, both sides before moving to his rigid upturned shaft.

Mark's left hand danced along the ebony cock as he gave pleasure to the black man looking down intently at Mark's dedicated sucking. He called out softly, "Suck it, Stevie. Suck it like the little cunt you are."

Silently, Mark sucked his shaft, tasting the salty precum before again turning his attention to Stan's glistening black balls which were tight and full of his potent sperm. Stan caressed Mark's wavy hair as he alternated between licking his balls and greedily moving his mouth back and forth over the dark shaft. Their space filled with the pungent scent of his own male aroma and the diminutive white man's saliva.

Abruptly, the big black man's cock spasmed rivulets of hot salty cum into Mark's waiting mouth. Mark dutifully swallowed most of it, then choked allowing some ribbons of cum splash against his cheeks and his chest as his coughed out the now turgid member shining like a liquid onyx rod against his face.

Stan pulled him upright, hugged him and ran his hands through Mark's soft hair. "Hot Damn, that was good baby. You a natural born cocksucker, girl," he said, then after a couple moments' silence added, "Stevie, you know how to douche your little boy-pussy, right?"

Strangely, Mark was no longer affronted at being called 'girl', and not even by what he had spent the last fifteen minutes doing. Curiously, tonight it all felt like the most natural thing in the world to him. He nodded and then rising to his feet and burying his head in the comforting dark skin of Stan's chest said softly, "Yes honey, I know how."

Stan lifted Mark's chin, and with his index finger pushed a stray glob of cum into Mark's soft lips. "Good," he said, "Before you come Thursday, make sure you douche real good, understand?"

Mark nodded then softly plodded off to find Chrissie and to shower. He was running quite late by now.

Tanya Anderson could not have wished for better progress, and before the night was over, she would see the video recording being made by Chrissie who had been lurking in the shadows behind a stack of blue exercise mats. She had specifically prescribed this class so that Mark would become: accustomed, and more than that, become addicted to domination by black men, as he and his wife were taken into sexual slavery. A white woman continually bred by the black men in Tanya's Africa Rising Society plus an effeminate husband to serve as her handmaiden were Tanya's ultimate goal for the Taylors.

Ninety minutes later, Mark arrived home. He padded slowly into their bedroom and by the soft bedside lamp noticed Laura looking innocent and sleeping peacefully in a tangle of cum soaked sheets. He didn't need a lamp to tell him that she had been fucking. The residual stench of sex told him all he needed to know. He turned off the lamp and could hear the soft breathing of his beautiful partner in the pitch black bedroom.

Excited at the prospect of her having been with a black lover, the slender cuckold slipped his clothes off, then peeling the sheets from his contently sleeping wife slipped his tiny penis into her pussy, which felt swollen and gaping. After two minutes of soft stroking, he came weakly, then rolled off to sleep next to her. During the night, Laura's fertilised egg nestled in the secure home of her uterus. Through the night, her dreams were vivid. In one dream, she saw herself nursing a very black baby and when she looked down, she saw a tiny replica of Dr. Smallwood cupping a breast full of milk and beaming a very happy smile at his mother.



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 09



The Fall Semester was just ending and although it was mid-December, the Maryland weather was as unpredictable as always. Anything from a heavy snowfall to a balmy spring-like day was possible. Today was in fact a blustery day, and Laura was happy that she could wear a floppy sweater and grungy jeans. Laura had been feeling a bit bloated for the last couple weeks, so the more she could cover up the better.

She didn't know why, but she always seemed to be hungry lately and to be gaining weight as well. Even more puzzling, she noticed last week that for the first time since she was 14, her bra size had changed. She was now a size 36 and what's more the circumference had changed too. Her usual A cup had just in the space of a month become a B cup. Adding to the mystery, they also felt fuller and very tender, and when she looked in the mirror last she noticed that her aureoles had become much larger and darker just in the span of a few weeks. She meant to ask Dr. Smallwood whether there was any cause for concern at her next visit.

She was attributing her sudden weight gain to stress eating, caused by Mark's and her abrupt change in situation and circumstances of living. Within just the last three weeks they had put their house, their 401-K and bank account in the hands of a new financial advisor at the urging of the Jacksons, who highly recommended him. The fund he bundled their money into the Africa Rising Fund promised returns over 20%. Laura had heard good things about Africa Rising and knew that many of the senior faculty members seemed to be extremely successful through their investments with the fund, so the deal had felt pretty solid to her.

In addition, their house had sold for far more than they had paid for it, and the tidy profits too went into the fund. When she and Mark looked at their balance sheet, she was impressed. What stressed her most was that a condition of being allowed to participate in the private fund was that they had to conform to its "philanthropic goals" and that required both her and Mark to sign a two year unconditional personal services contract with the fund to work exclusively in service to those goals and for their sponsors. Since the Jacksons were their sponsors, Laura and Mark's conduct was to be directly managed by the Jacksons on a daily basis. This required the young couple to live in two small servant quarters separated by high, padlocked chain link fences behind the Jackson's faux ante-bellum mansion. It further required Laura to resign from her job at the university and to dedicate her time to serving the Jacksons and at times various other Africa Rising members.

Laura had missed Mark especially at the beginning, but she soon settled into her servant's role and was so busy doing the housekeeping in the neighborhood's big mansions that she hardly had a moment to herself and rarely saw him.

What she didn't know, indeed was never meant to know then was that they were not the first white couple to have indentured themselves to the Africa Rising Fund this way. She also would not know for at least a year that through "market uncertainties" somehow all of their fund equity would be swept away, and the conditions of the loan guarantees that they had underwritten for the house sale would place them in even greater debt. The handsome young black couple, emerging stars of the next generation of Africa Rising now comfortable in their old house was essentially living there cost free. The couple had been loaned the complete cost of the house in cash by the Africa Rising Fund, and the loan would be paid back from interest on Mark and Laura's Fund accounts. Moreover, according to the fine print buried 15 pages back in the sales contract, even the cost of utilities were being underwritten by Mark and Laura.

The conditions of their two year indenture required them to cover all fees and costs associated with the house sale and their "upkeep" as servants as well. According to the personal services contract, they would have to continue in the Jacksons' employ indefinitely until all debts were satisfied. Given the strength of their assets however, Laura saw no problems with the conditions. She did not learn until months later that this was exactly the kind of contract that Chrissie and Leezie had signed with the Smallwoods. The doctor and his wife had sold their service contract (in effect selling them) to Tanya and Ray several months ago however, and suddenly they had fallen badly behind in their debts to their new masters, the Jacksons.

It would both puzzle and shock Laura some months from now to learn that the Jacksons would sell Leezie's service contract to an African businessman. What she would never learn was that Leezie would be forced to serve in one of his brothels in Nigeria for another two years. He, in turn would sell her to a farm in the Congo where she would toil dawn to dusk growing corn and yams. To purchase some respite from the brutal fields, she willingly became the crew foreman's whore. Before her 25th birthday, he bred her with twice more and her once pale skin would bear permanent stripes from his whip. From Laura's point of view though, it was as though Leezie would simply vanish from the face of the Earth.

Chrissie would be sold separately to an exclusive black "gentlemen's club" owned by Africa Rising in Manhattan, and would serve both as domestic help and a sometimes plaything for patrons with very specific tastes. Ironically, he would fare somewhat better than Leezie though. His contract would be bought by a wealthy eccentric patron with exotic desires who would pamper him and eventually coerce him to undergo the operation that would turn him into a convincing female and later a wife for the man.

Laura had no clue at that moment that Africa Rising gained significant revenues from running what was effectively a white slavery operation, and wouldn't understand the impact to her and to Mark for many months. So far, her duties as a servant had been quite modest; little more than the housework load involved with running her own home before the sale, and the fringe benefits were very enjoyable although highly regulated. Every night Ray would come to the servant quarters and fuck her, often multiple times, always doggie style and always under the watchful eye of Tanya. Most times they would fuck right in front of the other two white female servants in the dormitory style one room quarters, but Laura grew to ignore their presence. Ray would say little to her during these visits; Laura had the distinct impression that he too was under Tanya's watchful eye.

Laura found this erotic much of the time, and regarded it simply as part of the role playing she had explicitly agreed to during the earliest part of her relationship with Ray. Tanya encouraged and influenced Laura to think of herself in simple animal terms, both in her daily duties and when she was being fucked. Over several weeks the strategy was working exceptionally well. Each session with Ray, Tanya watched Laura raise her ass and quickly assume the doggie position, willingly and without the slightest display of emotion. Tanya's mental games were incredibly simple yet amazingly effective: During each session, Tanya would simply lean over the girl as she was being fucked and whisper encouragements, telling her she was a good little bitch dog, or that she was a greedy little pig, or that her brood cow cunt was especially pleasing to her master. 

Over time, Laura began to form the self image Tanya was training her to have. Breeding this one was going to be as simple as all the others had been, Tanya thought to herself. The others in the room pretended to be asleep or simply turned away during these times. When other black men were admitted to the quarters, always escorted by Tanya, Laura returned the courtesy by ignoring their couplings with the other two. On one such night, she had to comfort one of the girls, Callie, a short little blond girl who had found out a week ago from Dr. Smallwood that she was 14 weeks pregnant. She revealed to Laura that she had been on birth control, but Dr. Smallwood had explained that no method was absolutely foolproof, and that African American men were significantly more potent anyway, so at times unplanned pregnancies might occur. The father was almost certainly Aldon Wright, a local pharmacist and a senior member of Africa Rising.

Laura comforted her and after a while they took off their clothes and slid under the sheets, their bodies touching for warmth and excitement. Laura's skin tingled from the feel of Callie's body touching hers, and out of curiosity ran her hand over the other girl's belly. She could feel the hard little knot of Callie's "baby bump" and the sensuous swell of her stretched tummy. Her hand slid down further to cup Callie's mons, and the girl reached over to return the favor. Laura saw her eyes widen when she felt the other girl's palm on her own belly, and Callie frowned then remarked, "Oh my God Annie, you feel like you have a baby bump too! Have you had a period lately?"

Laura rolled off her suddenly, fear and shock gripping her. She lay beside Callie. Suddenly her eyes were filled with tears, her lower lip trembled, and she blurted out, "No I haven't, but Dr. Smallwood said that could be a side effect of my specific birth control medications.

She reached down and felt her tummy and suddenly the little swelling she had been passing off as 'a little weight gain' became a matter with grave implications. As if under a compulsion, she ran both her hands on her belly over and over, repeatedly shaking her head on the shared pillow as if it would make the growing fear and what her hands seemed to be telling her disappear.

She turned on her side, nose to nose with Callie and asked in a timid voice, "Did Dr. Smallwood tell you that you had any options?"

Callie smoothed Laura's dark ginger hair back from her face and shook her head. "There really are no options. Abortion is illegal here, so I have to carry the baby to term. Besides, I could never do that anyway; I was raised to believe abortion is murder.  Laura shuddered, and offered, "Oh god no! Your parents in Oklahoma. . . What will they say?"

Callie, whose real "non-servant" name was Christine, was originally from a small town in Oklahoma and had come to the University on a full Africa Rising scholarship. Her parents didn't like the fact that she would be attending a black college and one so far from home. When she had trouble keeping up with her studies, Aldon Wright, the pharmacist on campus, offered her a full time job to pay back her scholarship default.

Wright was in fact on the scholarship selection committee that granted her a full ride at the university, even though her high school grades had been clearly sub-par. When she began having academic trouble, he immediately jumped on the opportunity to get closer to her by hiring her and becoming her boss. He began hitting on her almost immediately. At first she was incensed at his aggressive style and the fact he constantly contrived situations for them to be alone, to touch her, or to tell lewd suggestive jokes. She had been a virgin and had successfully managed to fend off all the black guys at school, but suddenly she seemed to be locked into a situation where she had few options.

The university ordered her to vacate the dorm mid-semester and Aldon quickly arranged an Africa Rising personal services contract for her which gave her a place to live. Witnessing nightly visits by black men, escorted by Tanya to the other girl in the servant quarters, her initial anger gave way to a sort of perverse curiosity about black men in general. When Tanya led Aldon to Callie's bed a couple weeks later and told her to get on her knees, she greeted the situation with a kind of grudging, fatalistic acceptance. He took her virginity that night and witnessed by Tanya each time, she had been exclusive with Aldon until Dr. Smallwood confirmed her pregnancy just last week.

Dr. Smallwood had told her that there were black couples who would be happy to take the baby and pay her Mistress a fee that would defray some of her medical costs under the service contract, so she had eagerly agreed to their terms. Of course she still had "upkeep costs" under her services contract, and Tanya had convinced her that taking on some male clients who would pay Tanya for her sexual services would take care of some of those. Thus, for the last few nights, Tanya had brought different black men to their quarters to fuck her. Invariably they smiled approvingly at both her tats. During the day she was now working for Africa Rising Cleaning Services, cleaning classrooms and toilets on campus, and Tanya had told her she was banking a tidy sum in the Africa Rising Fund as a result. Tanya had told her last week that, at the at the end of her two year service contract, she would likely have over $200,000 barring any reverse in the market of course.

She forced herself to be happy and accepting, especially as she knew she could never go home now. Not only did she have a "bun in the oven", but one that would emerge from her womb unmistakably a child of Africa. When Dr. Smallwood offered her the surrogate deal, reality hit home. He pointed out that she could make a regular business out of this and when she started to protest angrily, he shot back, "Look here girl, once the word gets out back home that you've had a black baby and you're a black cock slut, ain't no white men gonna be beating a path to your door."

Finally to drive the point home, he added with a hearty laugh, "Besides, you can't hide it now look at your tats. You're a walking billboard! Make no mistake, by the way: You will be having a black baby; I know Aldon Wright, and he ain't ever made any white babies!"

Collapsing back onto the examination couch, she let the words sink in. How could she have been so stupid, she thought. She watched Leezie silently retreat from the examination room and heard the door lock click shut behind her. Then she heard the crisp sound of a zipper being pulled down and watched the huge bulk of Dr. Smallwood block the overhead fluorescent lights as he moved between her open legs.

--

With this knowledge of the other servants and their living situation in mind, Laura was terrified when she visited Dr. Smallwood on this cold mid-December morning. She was anticipating the appointment with dread, but curiously, it was mixed with a heightened sexual anticipation. Tanya had insisted Laura pay a weekly visit to the doctor since she had moved into the servant quarters, and each time she had coupled with the fat doctor. Although she had initially enjoyed Ray and all the things he taught her, it had become a duty, seemingly devoid of all joy for him or for her now.

She really felt like little more than a slave to him and to Tanya now. In contrast, she had grown to look forward eagerly to time with Dr. Smallwood. As with each of her visits, today they were in his private office with its oversized sofa and soft music and lighting. Even before he locked the door, she eagerly stripped off all her clothes and sank to her knees and enthusiastically slurped her tongue and lips over his fat cock.

Although they had always been partly clothed the first few times he had taken her in quick furtively couplings, now she was eager to strip herself and him completely and spend as much time as possible with him inside her. She didn't understand why, but she now felt a strong desire to have nothing come between them in any way. She was growing to love the way his bulk settled on her reclining body and the feel of so much of his skin covering hers. Hank had now become so comfortable with her acceptance of him that today, he stripped off even as her knees settled onto the carpet, aided by her eager hands tugging his boxers down. A psychologist would be quick to point out that in part her insatiable desire for him was normal for a woman feeling a part of her man growing inside her, but at the moment she was still unaware that Hank had bred her.

Taking his huge cock in hand and lazily stroking it back and forth she was amazed at its large circumference. She felt the kind of inexplicable attraction to him usually reserved for a husband, and expressed it sexually every time they were together. Looking down at her bobbing head, he thought to himself, "Yeah this one's really fine; she's a natural-born black cock slut."

He didn't want to ruin his climax in her wet, eager pussy so he decided to wait until later in the day to phone her and tell her she was pregnant. As he lifted, then pulled her onto her knees to fuck her doggie style, she eagerly raised her ass and spread her soft white cheeks to present her cunt to him. He slid most of the way into her and as he began to stroke her hard he couldn't resist the temptation to cup her belly with both of his dark hands. Staring at her pale back as he stroked her, his trained hands felt the unmistakable firm bulge of his baby growing in her belly. He smiled to himself and thought, "Oh yeah, I can feel Big Daddy's package in there alright."

Then almost as an afterthought, he mused, "Damn, this bitch is special. Fuck this. I ain't selling what I bred in this bitch to no one. And fuck Ray too. I need to get this breeding bitch permanently in my stable. She loves black cock and she'll make an outstanding Baby Mama for me."

He turned her over and she lay back comfortably on the sofa, stretching her body languidly, and opening her legs wide. She looked between them as Hank's bulk settled between her hips forcing her thighs apart. His cock slid into her wet cunt, and her arms reach up to caress his strong back and neck. With every stroke her milk-swollen breasts and her darkened aureoles rocked up and down in time to his rhythm. Her formerly taut belly rocked up and down as well bringing a smile to Hank's face. She loved feeling the scar in the form of a boar's head on his right shoulder. As he fucked her rhythmically, a strange feeling of erotic ecstasy came over her as she repeatedly traced her fingers over it. It was warmer than the rest of his body, and seemed almost alive as reflexively squeezed his powerful shoulders. She would later learn that it was a tribal sigil and believed to convey sexual and personal power.

For whatever the reason though, Laura was in a state of extreme sexual bliss with him riding her pussy. She couldn't explain it wasn't even consciously aware of it but Hank Smallwood was winning both her body and her heart. She had become inexplicably horny all the time over the last few weeks and now in his presence she became sexually insatiable for his huge fat cock and the feel of his strong, heavy body on her. Her horniness was almost certainly a byproduct of her pregnancy, but she didn't yet know the truth of her condition.

She loved the way they fit together physically and sexually; the way his black skin all but engulfed her when he settled onto her body. the way he made her sweat and tingle inside with every stroke. She was growing to love his easy joking manner and the way his dirty talk made her laugh happily as they fucked. She rested back on her forearms and looked up at the sweat dripping from his brow as he fucked her vigorously. She moaned and looked adoringly at him as he said in a low voice, "Damn, look at you girl, so eager to take Daddy's cum. Don't hold back girl, cum on your Daddy's cock."

With that her entire body shook and her vaginal canal throbbed in a huge climax that Hank could feel gripping his cock and forcing him to the point of no return. She felt his strong arms pulse with strength and as she felt his tribal scar, it seemed to come alive and she never felt more pure, raw animal lust than in that moment. As she moaned loudly, she could feel ropes of his cum spasming deep in her now loosened pussy. He held his cock deep inside her for another minute, then pushed off her body and stood up. She relaxed her legs and let them slide down onto the sofa. As she wiped the sweat from her brow, she could feel his cum sloshing deep within her.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 09



Hank was busily pulling up his trousers and Laura's breathing evened out. As she regained her composure, she asked in a small voice, "Doctor . . . Hank . . . Daddy. . . Is there any chance I might be . . . pregnant?"

Hank shrugged and with a serious face offered, "Well anything is possible Annie. You know, no method is absolutely foolproof, and we African American men are significantly more potent than your white boys, so is it possible for you to have an unplanned pregnancy? I would have to say yes."

Seeing her terror, he added, "Now let's just see what the tests say when they come back in an hour or so and I will call you this afternoon."

He lovingly brushed back her long hair, and then ask her something that had been on his mind for weeks. He began softly, choosing his words with care, even to the point of not addressing her by her slave name. "Laura, there's something I need to know. You and I have been fucking every week since early this fall, and since Ray got back a month or so ago, I know you been fucked by him pretty steady. Just consider that if and it's an 'if' right now if you were pregnant with a black baby, whose baby would you want inside you?"

Laura lay back trying to control conflicting emotions. Here she was, lying on her back with a thick load of black cum inside her and having become something she would never even have imagined a year ago. She had to admit to herself she was a total black cock slut, and now even more difficult to contemplate, a possibly knocked up black cock slut. Now this bulky, middle aged, dark skinned black man was asking her whom she would rather be a Baby Mama for. She slid her thighs apart and felt cum oozing like pudding from her stretched pussy onto the towels covering the sofa. Several little pussy farts came from her well fucked vagina, but she didn't care. Lazily lifting her arms above her head, and looking at him through half closed "bedroom" eyes she licked her lips and the answer just came to her.

"Please Hank . . . Please . . . Promise you would never tell Master, but I know who I want to be a Baby Mama for. I already know whose black baby I would want inside of me if it came to that. I guess I have known the answer to that for a few weeks now. It's yours. Only yours. I . . . I-I think I am in love with you."

Then she shook her tousled mane, and said, "No . . . Wait. I know I am in love with you."

Then she laughed and added, "But I hope to hell, I am not knocked up!"

Caught in the middle of tucking his shirt in, Hank stood there motionless and dumbfounded, hardly believing his ears. He had always had to coerce white girls in trouble to fuck him, to win sex from them by trickery. He knew he would never be a woman's first choice, and yet here was this beautiful white girl telling him flat out that she loved him and that even though she was terrified at the consequences of having a black baby, she would want to bear his.

He looked longingly at her breasts swollen with milk for his baby growing inside her, tipped with long dark nipples that might nourish many of his babies. He looked at her belly, flatter now that she was lying on her back, but still displaying a discernible bulge and suddenly he knew that he loved her back; that he was not going to let Ray use her as a whore and then sell her into sexual slavery in the Congo or Nigeria as he had so many other students and young wives.

He began to consider a plan in earnest. He knew that he didn't want Tanya bringing the usual parade of black clients to fuck her to teach her how desperate her situation was, and how dependent she would become once her pregnancy advanced, so he needed to deal with that. He also knew that he was never going to let her lie with a white man again; that no white man's body would ever touch this flesh now that it belonged to him, so he would need to permanently take care of her wimpy husband as well, and that would require some planning too.

He looked down at her gentle, happy smile and saw her bend her legs again, waving them lazily back and forth, signaling her willingness and her need to have his black cock inside her and his black skin on hers. He pulled his shirt off and quickly kicked his pants away. He bent over her, and Laura adjusted to his heavy body settling on her slight frame again. She threw her arms around his thick neck, and felt his fat full lips on hers. She opened her mouth to let his long tongue push deeply inside.

--

After the visit and two earth shaking climaxes with Hank, Laura met Leezie. The two had been allowed out with the stroller to walk the Leezie's little black baby. Laura was famished, and so when Leezie suggested they go for burgers and shakes at the Johnny Rocket off campus, her answer was an enthusiastic yes.

Entering the nearly empty restaurant and finding an open booth, they sat waiting for the server. Leezie rocked the stroller back and forth and after five minutes or so, the young black waiter came to their table and smiled at them both. He said, "Girl, that's a fine looking little black boy you got there. Where's your Baby Daddy? Why ain't he with you?"

Leezie said nothing but Laura was perturbed by his insulting manner, and shot back, "Hey, just take our order ok? Who do you think you're talking to."

The server shot back, "Sheee-it, bitch, I know who I'm talking to. It's fucking clear what kind of men your friend spreads her legs for. And what about you? You spread for black men too? Sheee-it, I wouldn't be surprised if both of y'all had some brothers' buns in the oven right now!"

Laura angrily stood up to leave, but as she grabbed her purse, the server pushed her back down into the cushioned banquette. He smiled and said, "Look girl, I'm just messing with you. Relax baby. Are you ladies students here?"

Elise saw a chance to defuse the situation, and jumped in saying, "Well, no but we work for some of the faculty. I'm Leezie and my friend is Annie."

Laura didn't know why Elise used their "servant' names which she had come to regard as slave names. She shrugged and decided that all things considered, that's what they were anyway. She managed a tight little smile for the black waiter, and simply said, "Hi." The server returned her smile with his own broad grin and leaving his hand on Laura's shoulder, he softly massaged her there while asking, "And what can I do for you two fine looking ladies today?"

Elise asked for a salad, but Laura scanned the menu quickly and asked for a hamburger, a dill pickle, French fries and a double chocolate shake. The server shook his head and smiled as he walked away with the orders. He thought to himself that the nasty red-headed cunt might not be pregnant, but she sure was eating like she was.

Their order came ten minutes later and tore into like a ravening animal. She salivated over the taste combination of the pickles and ice cream shake. As she slurped down the shake and considered ordering a second one, her iPhone rang its familiar marimba ringtone. Looking down she saw that it was Dr. Smallwood. She answered with a cheery 'Hello' and smiled as she thought of the heavy black man on the other end of the line who had fucked her to two shattering climaxes this morning and left her wanting even more. She thought of her impetuous profession of love for him and decided she didn't care if he knew that now. He had made her happy and that was worth everything. She waited for him to speak then heard him clear his throat.

He began to speak deliberately, "Sugar, I . . . I got some news for you. Are you sitting down?"

A premonition came to her and suddenly Laura broke out into a cold sweat as she was overcome with violent nausea. She bolted into the restroom still clutching her phone. She reached a stall just in time to vomit up the majority of her lunch into the toilet. She wretched several times uncontrollably. Hank waited patiently for her to regain her composure, already knowing the link between what he was hearing and what he had to tell her.

She flushed the toilet then washed her face quickly. Retreating into a different stall and sitting on the toilet, she told Hank, "Sorry. I just got sick in my stomach all of a sudden. Are you still there?"

Hank hesitated a second then continued, "Annie, I know why you just got sick. Baby, you're pregnant. About twelve weeks, give or take."

Laura sat heavily back on the toilet, smoothing her hands over her blue jeans, waiting for him to continue. He added, "Not only pregnant, but the sonogram shows you're carrying a little boy."

He waited for her to absorb the shock, then added, "Annie, are you alright?"

She nodded her head, then managed, "But . . . I mean, How . . . How did . . .?"

Hank decided to try a little levity saying, "Well Annie, you see . . . When a sweet little white girl and a big black man get together . . . and she begs for him to breed her . . . Well, sometimes, her deepest wishes come true. He chuckled at his own wit, and then added, "I mean, that was what you told me you wanted this morning right? My babies growing in your sweet white belly? And make no mistake, you ARE pregnant with my baby. The timing is certain."

He thought of his baby growing in her womb just beyond her cervix and his cock grew rigid.

Laura sobbed convulsively, rubbing her belly with one hand while pounding her fist on her leg with the other. This was some sort of a trick. It couldn't be real. She always planned to have a baby with Mark. She always wanted his sweet little white, blue eyed baby inside her someday, not this. Not this . . .she hesitated to think the word. Not this . . . Negro. Her family would never speak to her again. They would disown her. Up until this moment, it had all been fun; play acting of a sort. It was exciting and taboo -- taboo and contrary to everything her parents had tried to teach her and warn her against. Initially, that was part of the allure of lying with a black man. Then she became hooked on black cock and the way black men smelled; the way their skin felt; the way they took charge; and most importantly, the way they made her feel.

Now however, it had become suddenly very real and very different. It was no longer an erotic game. Her life could never be the same. She ran her hand through her hair, pulling at it. A mother, she thought, a mother with a black baby. Unable to control herself, she sobbed convulsively and blurted out, "Oh Nooooo. God No!"

Hank heard her sobbing on the other end of the line. He was shocked and concerned for her in a way he had never been in all the time he, Ray and Tanya had been running Africa Rising. He breathed softly into the phone, "Look Laura. There are some things I want to say to you. Not just as your doctor, but also as the daddy of your first black baby. Listen to me, Ok . . . dear?"

Again, he had purposely not used her slave name, calling her 'Laura' instead which was against all the carefully laid down rules Tanya had explained to all the men and their wives in Africa Rising.

He continued, "First of all, although I always tell the girls there is no way I can do an abortion, but I . . . I would be willing to do one. For you. Understand?" She nodded her head, then said, "Umm, yes. I understand."

Hank pressed on, not wanting to lose the thread of what he needed to tell her, "Laura, there are things you need to know. About your situation. About your money. About this Africa Rising society and . . . and what we do. I must be crazy for sharing this with you, but I am going to anyway."

He took a deep breath and asked the question, "Laura, I must ask you first, do you want to keep this baby inside you?"

She sniffed loudly and wiped the tears from her eyes and the snot from her nose onto her sweater sleeve. She answered without hesitation, "Oh God, Hank . . ."

She corrected herself, "I mean Daddy. . . This is just so sudden. I know I should say I would like an abortion, but God help me. I . . . I want a part of you inside me. I want sweet black babies that grow inside me and will remind me of you. I don't even know if any of that makes sense, but the heart wants what the heart wants."

She laughed nervously, dried her eyes again, and then went on, "So yes, maybe I'm crazy, but I want your babies. I meant what I said this morning. I can hardly believe I am saying this, but I am very much in love with you. I want to feel your big old body next to mine every night. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel your mouth suck my nipples; feel your big black cock cum inside me. . . And yes, I want more little black babies with you, as many as you want to put inside me."

She took a deep breath and realized she felt more content and more aware of who she was than any time in her adult life.

Hank took a few moments to absorb this. He knew he had to broach some delicate subjects but he began speaking determinedly, "Laura, I hardly know what to say, except that I love you back. I am hard as a rock thinking about your sweet little pussy and your beautiful white skin next to me in bed."

He went on, "There are some things I must tell you, and tell you quickly. First of all, I will be compelled by certain . . . 'rules', let's call them, to inform your Mistress of your condition. That will set some things in motion. Since she thinks Ray is the father of your baby, that will satisfy certain other rules. She is going to tell you that getting pregnant is your own fault and that you will have to do things to pay for your medical costs. You with me so far?"

Laura listened intently and said, "Yes love, I understand."

Hank explained further, "You have to understand Mistress Tanya. Once she knows, or believes anyway that Ray has bred you, she will stop at nothing to debase you; to show you how worthless you are; to make you feel like nothing more than a slave. Both she and Ray feel they have suffered at the hands of white dominated society and they are getting payback by ruining young white couples lives. You are not the first couple she we have done this to."

He sighed and shook his massive head, continuing, "She will pimp you to black men, many black men; so many you will lose count. Sometimes they will be members of Africa Rising, and sometimes just strangers she picks up from the streets of Baltimore. Laura, I don't want that for you. I don't want you fucking any other black men," then added "or white boys neither of course."

Laura was frightened by what he was telling her, but at that she chuckled and said, "Well darling, I can promise you no white man will ever touch what I give to you. No worries there, not ever. You know I could never be satisfied by a little white dick, not after you. You're almost too much for any one woman! I will be quite happy being fucked by your big black cock for a lifetime if I'm that lucky."

Hank couldn't believe what he was hearing. No woman had ever professed her love for him this way. Even his wife was a marriage arranged in Nigeria by Tanya. How could he have hit the jackpot by having this beautiful young woman desire him so deeply. Thinking of his wife he reminded her, "Sweet one, I come from a tribal tradition in Africa that permits a tribal chief to have many wives, and you must know that you will have to share me with other women, but I promise you that you will not be treated as less than a full wife."

He continued to explain what he had in mind in a steady voice, "I will need to set some plans in motion, and there won't be time or even opportunity to explain everything to you. First of all, you will need to divorce your husband. Do you have a problem with that?"

Laura hadn't even given Mark a moment's thought for weeks, but now that she did, she could answer truthfully, "No my beloved Master. No problems at all. The sooner the better."

He went on, "Laura, I hope to be able to save you from what Tanya has in store for you, but I can't make any promises about your little husband. I have to tell you that, given what Tanya has done him both physically and psychologically, he will never be a real man again, and probably less than a man in every way. Perhaps he can be your handmaiden, but he can never be your husband," then he added an afterthought, "And I will have him castrated if he ever touches you. Do you understand?"

Laura answered simply, "Yes my Master. I understand." She suddenly felt the urge to pee, and so she centered herself on the toilet, then slid her jeans and panties down. She felt her baby bump and smiled a secret smile to herself. She felt her mons which had become moist with excitement for her Baby Daddy on the other end of the line.

Hank asked her, "You really won't miss little hubby in bed? I mean you were married after all."

Laura smiled and told him, "No darling. I won't miss him that way. It will be nice to have him as a sort of 'girlfriend', but I promise, I no longer have any interest in white men, and him in particular. Honey, when I dream about cock, it's always big, it's always black, and lately, it's always yours."

She was a little embarrassed at her candor, but she suddenly realized that she was rubbing her clit as she was revealing her desire for him.

Hank was overjoyed to hear this and told her, "I promise I will try to buy him for you then. 

As soon as I can arrange it, we will marry in Nigeria according to tribal traditions. There is a part of the ceremony that will very likely be painful, but it will be necessary to prove your love for me. It will be something that will always remind you that you belong to me and I'm afraid it will leave you with a permanent scar on your beautiful breast. I am sorry love, but it's an important tradition."

Laura thought back to Tanya's explanation of scarification and cringed a bit, but answered honestly, "I know Master. And I am ready for it. I want the world to know you own me, body and soul. You want to mark me as yours, and I want your mark."

Hank was overjoyed at this and could hardly contain his emotions. He told her, "I love you so much girl. I promise to give you many black babies, so be prepared to be pregnant a lot."

They both laughed at that before Hank told her, "Be prepared for Tanya after today, She will do everything she can to make you feel like nothing more than a farm animal. I want to get you out of her grips as soon as I can. I intend to have my brother in Nigeria buy you so that you will be safe until we can be married, so don't be surprised by anything you may hear."

Laura dried her eyes, blew her nose and after wiping her pussy pulled up her jeans and went back into the restaurant. She sighed a heavy sigh of relief and smiled brightly for Elise.

--

As Laura and Elise walked back across the campus, a light snow flurry began. She would have to remember to request an extra blanket from Mistress as the little servant quarters was always colder than the main house. Many nights now she and Callie had shared a bed for warmth, and Laura hated it when Mistress would bring a black man to lie with Callie, as she had to climb back into her own freezing bed. On the nights when only one or two men would fuck the short little blonde and the servant quarters grew still, Laura would steal across the narrow room and slide into bed with her. Callie was sad at having become a common prostitute and sometimes Laura could hear her sobbing quietly into her blanket, but she always perked up when Laura slid into bed with her to rub their bodies together or to French kiss her for many precious moments. Laura enjoyed sharing manual or oral climaxes with Callie, but knew that the same sad fate would be hers unless Hank could save her.

Today however, Laura felt ebullient and looked radiant in that way that only a pregnant woman carrying the baby of a man she loved could be. She thought about Hank and wondered how he would be able to pull off doing the things he promised, and that made her think of Mark as well. She hoped he would understand why they would need to divorce and she knew she needed to have a talk with him as soon as possible. She still loved him, of course, but now more like a friend or a sister than the husband and lover he had been until recently.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 09



The change in their relationship had been so sudden and dramatic and yet she could hardly remember how and when it all began. Although it was all Mark's idea to begin with, she had to admit that when she embraced her true nature it was as though a veil had been ripped away and she knew what it was like to be a real woman for the first time.

She brushed a few snowflakes from her dark hair and turning to her companion said, "You know, that waiter wasn't wrong really. We are what he said, you know; a couple 'black cock sluts'."

With that both girls broke up laughing and punched at each other playfully. Elise responded, "God, it's true. Do you know, I never had an orgasm before the first time I was fucked by a black man! Now, I wouldn't even look at a white guy not that our Masters would allow that anyway."

They broke up into gales of laughter again as they continued to walk. Laura shook her head wistfully, and agreed saying, "Well, the only orgasms I had with Mark were the ones I gave myself. God, what is it about black men anyway? And do all white women feel this way?"

Elise looked thoughtful, and then replied, "Well the ones lucky enough or smart enough to have black lovers do anyway."

Then a frown creased her face as she added, "Annie, perhaps it's not my place to say, but I have seen the way you look at Master Smallwood when you visit him, and I think you have the look of a woman in love."

Laura nodded her head in agreement and said, "Leezie, can you keep a secret? I am in love with him. I don't know how or why it happened, but I am. In fact I am carrying his baby inside me right now. I am three months pregnant by him."

Elise, shy by nature bit her lower lips and then found the courage to go on, telling her companion, "Annie, I just think you need to know a bit more about Dr. Smallwood before you commit everything to him. I am sorry to be so direct, but in our position, we need to protect each other. Understand?"

Laura stopped to rearrange the covers on the chubby little black baby, and turned to face Leezie. "What is it. Go ahead, I can take it."

Elise nodded, and looking serious pressed on, "Well, you should understand that Dr. Smallwood is a very powerful man not just sexually but worldly power as well; and he especially loves white girls. On the other side, there seems to be something about him that white girls just can't resist. Once they are in his presence, he just seems to have complete control over them. I have seen it happen many times in his office."

Then nodding at the dark little baby in the stroller, she added, and I know from personal experience."

She waited for a reaction from Laura, but getting none she licked her lips and continued, "Laura, walk a little slower... I have a story to tell you; it may explain some things about Hank and his culture that you may need to know. Are you up to hearing it?" Laura frowned, not wanting anything to spoil the high she was feeling, but then nodded her head.

"You may know this already, but his real name is not Hank Smallwood. It's Oluu Acuncumbi. He changed it to blend in better here. He is the brother of a great tribal chieftain in Nigeria, and their royal family has been breeding males superior in size, brains, fertility and sexual abilities for hundreds years now.

"I learned this when his brother visited him from Lagos and before Master bred me. They talked in some foreign language. Master made me strip for him, and his brother ran his hands all over me, and even opened my mouth to look at my teeth. it was creepy, like I was livestock or something. The one thing he did say in English was that I had good hips; good for breeding.

"Later that night after I served them dinner, Master gave me to him as a gift for the night. The sex turned out to be really intense, but he was kind enough to lie with me between the time we fucked and that's when he told me many things about Master Smallwood.

"Umm, anyway, I know you have . . . have been with him many times now. It's alright with me, Annie. A man that powerful needs many women to fulfill him. Anyway, you may have noticed that big scar on his right arm it looks like a boar's head? That's his tribal sigil. It's said to have magical powers, and even though I don't believe in stuff like that, I have to say that I feel really weird whenever I am near him. It's as though I don't have a mind of my own."

They were nearing their Master's neighborhood now and Laura trembled a little both from the cold and from the anticipation of what Mistress might have in store for her. She looped one arm through Elise's and told her friend, "I am glad you're not . . . you know, jealous or whatever. This 'tribal magic' thing certainly explains why I have these incredible orgasms when he is, you know . . . inside me.

"The first time he was with me, I thought I was going out of my head when I came. It was like the Earth was tumbling off its axis. Suddenly I felt like an animal, with no control over my libido or my body. He was stretching me so much I thought he was going to rip me apart, but even so, I just wanted to keep grinding my hips into him and I didn't want the pleasure and the pain to ever end."

There was a pregnant pause then both girls broke into nervous laughter and giggling, embarrassed by the candor they were sharing. Elise caught her breath and admitted, "Oh god girl, you don't have to tell me. You just made my cushie wet thinking about his huge thick cock. Oh shit, did I just say that?"

Again they laughed and Elise regained her composure. "Anyway, his younger brother is now the tribal chief and he has seven wives but several other women who are less than wives. I met them too when Master took me to Nigeria. We went out into the bush for a day and a half to their villages.

"When we got there, the women of the tribe all came to greet us, and they all got on their knees and bowed down to Dr. Smallwood. I noticed that some of them had the same boar's head carved into their breasts as Dr. Smallwood had carved onto his arm, and I learned that they were the Chieftain's wives.

"At first I didn't notice that some of the wives didn't have the carvings there. Later I learned that they had the sigil carved into their butts. Those ones were considered more like 'brood cows' and were of a much lesser status. The Chieftain never spoke to those wives. He just used them for sex, sort of like the way Mistress has Master fuck you, you know? And I also saw that those ones got passed around to some of the other men in the tribe as a reward for courage or other feats."

With this, Laura began to see the outline of Mistress's plan for her and why Master never spoke to her anymore when he came to their quarters. Little tears began to form in her eyes but she fought them back.

They arrived at the quarters and began to take off their outer wear and Laura lifted up the baby, rocking him gently. It was remarkable how her maternal instincts had already begun to surface. She kissed the little black head and stroked his dark brown face. As she lifted him into the little playpen with the other black babies bred by the women in the quarters, she felt her nipples tingle and become erect. It was just a funny physical sensation now, but in several months, the tingling would become an insatiable desire to lift a tiny black face onto her nipple and coax her black baby to suck it. 

Elise went on with her story, as Laura listened intently, "The wives were very attentive to me. They fed me and kept the men away from me. The lesser women were usually too drugged up to even notice me. It was on that trip I was bred with that."

She nodded at the black baby in the playpen and shrugged. Then she continued, "Anyway, they took care of me. Every night I got high on this drink made with honey these herbs they ground up; it made me so loopy that I kind of had these weird out of body experiences like I was not in control of myself. I kind of got addicted to the damned stuff it tasted so good in the hot nights and all.

"Finally, this one night, they took me by both arms and led me over to the Chief's hut. When he came out, he was wearing this elaborate outfit. He looked like a Pharoah or something, and his skin was all slicked up, you know?"

Laura had a sudden flashback to her own dreams, before she was first intimate with Master, and a chill ran down her spine. She swallowed hard and nodded for Leezie to continue.

"I was so awestruck by the look of him. I got on my knees and bowed my head on the ground just right in the dirt. No one made me, Annie, I just felt like it was something I needed to do. It was like my deepest desire. The impulse just came over me, like I was powerless to stop myself. The head wife lifted me up and she stripped me, then pushed me to my knees. She said something to him that I was not able to understand but later I found out that I was to be judged as either suitable for a wife or just 'livestock' as most of the women were. 

Depending on his decision, I would receive the tribal scar on my chest to signify I was a treasured wife, on on my ass to signify that I meant nothing.

"Although Dr. Smallwood told me that he had spoken to his brother and that I would almost certainly be judged a treasured wife of the tribe, it was clear that the head wife was against it. She probably feared that because I am white, the Chief would favor me and I could hear but not understand the angry exchanges between her and the Chief.

"Finally he threw up his hands and turned his back, walking into his hut. A cry went up amongst the women and there were several hands holding me so I couldn't move. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my butt cheek, followed by several more. I screamed in pain at the top of my lungs, but I was drowned out by the loud chants and screams of the tribe's females.

"When I woke the next morning I was in an area where the women kept as breeding stock lived in corrugated huts. One of the women was kind to me and kept applying a nasty smelling ointment on my backsides to keep the knife cuts from becoming infected."

With this, tears welled up in her eyes and she turned her back to Laura. She bent over slightly and pulled her jeans and panties down. There on the right side of her soft buttocks was the tribal sigil Laura had seen inscribed on Hank's ample body.

"They kept me constantly drugged the rest of the time, and so many of the tribe's men took turns fucking me, my pussy was beyond pain and this went on day after day and night after night. Oddly though, Perhaps because of the drugs, I craved being fucked. I wanted it constantly, even with the pain. The real truth is that I have no idea who his father is."

Laura was silent as the story was being told, and Leezie slowly pulled up her pants and wiping her tearful eyes, turned to Laura. She continued unsteadily, saying "Laura, I don't want to upset you or burst your bubble, but just be aware that Hank told me once that he loved me with every bit of sincerity and conviction that he is telling you. he told me exactly what he is telling you now. The real test for you will not be what he tells you, but how the tribe judges you.

"Also, you have to understand that you are still the property of Mistress and a lot of things can happen in the next few months."

Laura nodded knowingly. She stripped to her bra and panties and pulled her servant uniform from the cupboard. Sitting on her small bed, she explained to Elise that she was pretty secure that she would be protected for the remainder of her pregnancy at least and that Hank had promised to secure her exclusive sexual services, so she would not have to undergo the usual degradation Mistress visited on the other girls in servitude to the family.

Both girls spoke openly, forgetting that Mistress Tanya had wired the quarters extensively and professionally for both audio and video one of the Africa Rising businesses was selling interracial Internet porn, hence there were tiny cameras and microphones hidden all over the small quarters, in everything from the bedposts to the door mouldings.

Tanya smiled and shook her head when she heard Laura's incredibly naive pronouncement. Although she had not heard the first part of the girls' conversation, she quickly put the pieces together and knew or now strongly suspected that her fat friend rather than her husband Ray had impregnated Laura.

"What a stupid little fool", she thought to herself. She vowed she would do everything in her considerable power not only to assure that her pudgy friend Hank would never touch this bitch, but just as she did with Leezie, she would make certain that his brother's head wife would render the harshest judgment on this cow.

After Laura served the dinner and did the washing up, Mistress summoned her to the library and beckoned her to sit. Tanya began evenly, staring at Laura who nervously swayed from side to side, looking down at her feet and with her fingers, brushed her hair back over her ears. Tanya smiled at Laura's "tell", her sign of submission.

She walked behind the slender white girl and caressed her shoulders pushing the servant dress off Laura's shoulders.

"I understand we have some joyous news in the house today, and I want to see the physical changes," she said in her friendliest voice. She continued to pull the dress down and then roughly pulled at Laura's bra straps.

Still looking at the floor, Laura shrugged the bra off and felt Mistress's large hands cup her breasts from behind. A nervous flutter made her stomach tremble as she reacted to the thrill of Tanya's hands on her breasts. Looking down she could she the dark black fingers and thumbs on both sides twisting her nipples erect.

She breathed sharply as the fingers manipulated her tender and swollen breasts and nipples. Behind her, Mistress said curtly, "Well cow, don't make me wait. Strip off the rest and let us see."

Quickly and obediently, Laura stepped out of her flat heeled shoes and pulled the dress off followed by her panties. Tanya moved to look at her in profile, then Laura closed her eyes as Mistress's hand moved slowly up and down her belly, before finally settling in place over the little, just discernible bump. Tanya's hand felt warm and soft on her belly, but despite the implied sensuality, Laura felt an involuntary shiver go down her spine. 

"Yes, very nice dear," Tanya remarked, adding, "You must be very proud to have your Master's spawn growing inside you."

Laura continued to look obediently at the floor and little beads of sweat began to form under her arms. Before she could answer, Tanya demanded sharply, "You are certain it is Master's, are you not? No little 'excursions' with hubby . . . Or someone else, perhaps?"

Tanya already suspected she knew the answer to the question, but as an expert in interrogation, she wanted to drag the game out and make certain. When she caught the scent of Laura's sweat from underarms and crotch, then saw Laura swallow hard, she had her answer.

Laura swallowed again hard and stuttered, "N-n-o Mistress. I am sure the child is the Master's." Laura began to shake slightly, as Tanya responded, "Yes, of course my child. Now, Annie to business."

When Tanya used her slave name, Laura snapped out of her near catatonic state. She knew what was coming next. Her Mistress smiled at her then ran the back of her hand over Laura's shoulder before cupping her breast. Tanya pushed back Laura's hair on one side and kissed her neck long and sensuously, working her way down to the quivering girl's collarbone, then her breast. 

Tanya always loved to see the physical changes that accompanied a white girl's breeding -- the areoles growing huge and the nipples engorging to give the baby an easy target to suckle. Mistress lubricated as she licked at the indentured girl's nipple for several seconds before biting the erect and reddened bud. Laura's knees shook. 

Mistress pulled away, and called for Chrissie to enter the room. Tanya's smile evaporated and she began to explain, "Annie, there will be considerable medical costs associated with your pregnancy and delivery. These are not covered by your servitude agreement, and as you have no doubt seen, many of the other girls have chosen to defray these costs in a way that is both pleasurable and offers a genuine service to black men from all walks of life.

"I have acted as agent for the other girls in finding black men from Baltimore and Washington and bringing them to the quarters. I must tell you that in your case though, one specific black man who is a member of our exclusive Africa Rising community has requested that he be your exclusive 'client' during your pregnancy. Why he has done this is a mystery to me, but nonetheless he is offering. Can you imagine any reason why this man might want to do something like that, Annie?"

Laura knew of course that Hank was the person in question, but she wanted to protect that knowledge and not jeopardise the arrangement that would mean she would have the opportunity to be exclusive with the man who was now the center of her young life. She shrugged her shoulders and offered no opinion. 

Tanya's hand slid down over Laura's belly, then cupped her pussy. Slowly, she began to massage the porcelain skinned girl's slit and circled her clit in lazy spirals.

Laura moaned involuntarily, and now she was sweating profusely. Her underarms felt greasy and her forehead glistened. Her knees grew weak and she trembled and rocked her hips into the motions of Tanya's fingers. In the corner of the room. Chrissie watched silently. 

Tanya sought her lips and Laura opened her mouth accepting Mistress's probing tongue. Laura's face moved hungrily, devouring her kiss. After several seconds, Tanya moved away slowly, then slid her dress and her bra down to expose her dark breasts. She moved Laura's face to kiss her scar, which the young girl did devotedly for several seconds. Laura felt dazed and out of her head, and Tanya moved the young girl's pink lips to her nipple. Laura sucked her engorged black nipple like a child while Tanya stroked her hair tenderly. 

Tanya whispered in her shell-like ear, "Tell Mama, did that fat black bastard make my girl all big in the belly? It was him wasn't it my little one?"

Laura continued to suck her Mistress, and tears of contrition and devotion flowed freely from her closed eyes. She nodded her head slowly in admission, then tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Tanya's interrogation expertise had again broken the will of her target. She continued to stroke the girl's hair and caressed her naked ass while Laura laid her head on Mistress's shoulder. Tanya again guided Laura's mouth to her tribal scar and Laura began to kiss it devotedly again. Once more she grew dazed and confused as Mistress whispered, "Dear one, there will have to be punishment for this."

Lifting Laura's face and looking deeply into her eyes, she added, "You understand, don't you?"

Laura blinked in confusion but then nodded.

Mistress beckoned Chrissie who had come into the room with a handful of indelible "Sharpie" markers. He stood at his Mistress's side obediently looking at Laura with disgust. She did not lift her eyes to meet his gaze.

"Chrissie dear," Tanya said softly, "In a few days we will have this bitch tattooed appropriately, but for now, I would like you to use your delicate penmanship to mark her for her many visitors tonight, so that they will know her for what she is. Would you do that dear?" 

Chrissie smiled lasciviously, then asked, "What is your wish Mistress. What do you want the bitch's body to say?"

Tanya smiled then leaned over to whisper to him, gesturing at the frightened girl. Then he asked, "And where, Mistress?"

Tanya studied Laura's naked body then drew invisible lines on her belly, one just under her rib cage and another just above her bikini line. Then she led the confused girl to the sofa and pushed her down into a supine position. Laura could feel the pen pressing on her skin but was powerless to do anything other than passively lie there. In ten minutes, Mistress snapped her fingers sharply and Laura woke as if from a sleep.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 09



Tanya looked at her sternly then told her. "Collect your clothing and return to your quarters. And by all means, bathe. You stink bitch, and I want you fresh for tonight."

Laura dressed quickly and moved obediently away. When she was back in the quarters, she started drawing a small bath, then as if recalling something only vaguely remembered, she looked at her taut belly in the mirror. Surrounding her belly button, Chrissie had drawn a beautiful rendition of a spade card symbol in indelible black with an open "Q" in the middle. Above and below it were the words "Born White, Bred Black.'

She cried silently as she slipped into the tub, knowing that all the scrubbing in the world would not erase that truth.



Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 10



Laura had returned to the servant quarters after confessing to Mistress that she had allowed herself to be bred by Dr. Smallwood, the Jackson family's best friend and a founding member of Africa Rising. Mistress had reacted in a strangely calm manner, but intimated to her that there would be severe repercussions for her infidelity to her master. Before Mistress had dismissed her, Laura lay back on the big sofa in the Jackson's study and allowed herself to marked with a "sharpie" pen. Mistress would certainly have her permanently tattooed like her fellow indentured servant Callie, who now bore the phrase "BBC Slut" on her thigh and "Black Cock Only" right above her Mons. Laura dreaded the very idea of displaying anything like that on her body, but somehow when she was in Mistress's presence, she felt completely powerless to resist anything demanded of her.

She shuddered to think what else Mistress might do to her beyond marking her for life. Already, she carried her first black baby inside her womb. How many more might there be? What else would Mistress command her to do? For many nights over the past several weeks, she had seen the other servants forced to fuck random black men, seemingly recruited right off the streets, sometimes drunk, often stinking and dirty while Mistress stood nearby and watched. Callie had assured her it wasn't as bad as it looked. In fact, Callie had told her, sometimes she had incredible multiple orgasms and that there was something very animal and liberating about mindless sex with a black man, but nonetheless Laura cringed.

Right now, in the comfort of the tub and its warm waters, she was longing for the silky black skin, thick cock and hot body of her Baby Daddy, Dr. Hank Smallwood. Her mouth watered when she thought of him rhythmically rocking back and forth between her open thighs, and she reflexively ran her hand over the baby bump deep down her belly, massaging the area where his spawn was developing inside her.

As she emerged from the bathtub after a quick bath, she quickly dried herself off with one of the rough towels provided the servants, and considered how she might get word to Hank without Mistress finding out. She was also concerned about how she was going to handle the situation with her husband but that would have to wait for a time when she could be sit with him and break the news to him gently. She knew he had become very feminine as a result of the medications and therapy he was receiving from Mistress and she didn't want to see him break down into a sobbing little mess should he find out from some other source. Inside, she felt love for him, but she felt that the distance that had come between them plus the physical changes she could plainly see whenever their paths crossed, made it impossible to ever go back to the life they had know. 

Besides, she reflected as she folded the towel and look down at her belly, she had to admit that the words written there by Mistress's mincing little lackey Chrissie certainly applied to her now and there was no way to turn back the hands of time, She looked at herself in the full length mirror and saw the words "Born White, Bred Black" neatly penned onto her belly. No, she decided, there was no way to change that, and even if she could, she was completely enraptured by, with Dr. Smallwood, the man who had made that phrase a reality. She turned to look at herself in profile and could just barely see his baby protruding from her tummy. 

She hurriedly slid into a simple black shift and white apron to serve the family and their guests dinner. She dismissed all thoughts of both Hank and her husband from her mind as she slipped a pair of nondescript black flats onto her feet. and moved toward the cabin's wood door.

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As Laura contemplated her fate, her husband Mark, or 'Stevie' as he now preferred to be called, was on his way to the yoga classes in Baltimore prescribed for him by their Mistress in her role as his therapist. He had taken his hormones and estrogen laced herbal tea an hour before and was feeling a tingling in his small but pronounced breasts. An hour before, he had also douched his little anal "boy pussy" thoroughly with Massengill, as demanded by Stan, the yoga master whom he was speeding to meet before their twice weekly class.

His mind drifted to Stan's instructions for him and the fact that he had sucked Stan to completion at the end of the last class. Stan had told him to come prepared to be fucked next time and idly Stevie wondered what it would feel like as he changed lanes to merge onto the expressway. Today he would lose his virginity to another man, and give himself completely to satisfy the strong black yoga instructor in the only way he could right now, but at the session only two hours ago with Mistress, she had brought up the topic again of sexual reassignment to him. 

Again he had rejected the idea, pleading with her through tear drenched eyes not to force him to undergo sex change surgery. However, whenever he happened to notice his body or glimpsed his face in the rear view mirror, he had to admit that what he saw looking back at him was a young woman with whom he increasingly identified.

In the coming weeks, he would find the urge to have his body altered to reflect what he was feeling inside increasingly difficult. As he looked at the eyes staring back at him in he rear view mirror outlined in a pale blue eye shadow, he felt incredibly conflicted. The signals his face and other parts of his now feminized body were telling him one thing, but a part of him still resisted their message. 

Only hours ago, he had tried on a mid length green dress, panty hose and 3 inch sling back pumps and admired himself in the mirror in the quarters he shared with Chrissie, then shaking his head violently and silently mouthing, "No, no, no!" to himself quickly ripped off the ensemble. He had sat down on the spartan bed in the quarters and buried his head in his hands thinking, "What would Laura say?" He changed into a unisex outfit, he nonetheless permitted himself to wear the bra and panties which were now common for him and which made him feel "right" somehow. 

Unknown to him, Tanya watched him idly on screen in her bedroom, fed by the hidden cameras i the quarter. She massaged her prominent clit for several minutes as she watched his personal torment. As she watched his head sink into his hands, his obvious despair and resignation made her climax violently, bucking her hips upward on her duvet covered bed. As the throbbing subsided, she smiled to herself. He was almost broken and bent to her will. His body would continue to create strong signals that would force him to a decision point. It was only a matter of time now; time and the effects of his heavy daily doses of equine estrogen would make the decision for him.

What he was about to do today would be yet another reinforcement of the signals, delivered in the most intimate way possible. He thought for a moment of his dear wife Laura, and hoped he could find a way to explain all the confusing things swirling through his mind. Perhaps, he thought, Mistress Tanya might be enlisted to help him. He knew that Laura was being fucked by their master, Ray Jackson but Laura had told him not to worry about it and that she was on contraceptives. Somehow the thought comforted him, as he still harbored a vague wish that they might be able to have children, although increasingly he had to admit that was highly improbable.

He thought back to the chain of events that had begun with him casually suggesting they watch interracial porn DVDs together and now culminating in their becoming indentured servants to the powerful black couple; with Laura quickly turning from a suburban housewife into a white woman who had become addicted to black men and black cock. He himself had been forced by Mistress to stand in the corner several times now and witness her servicing Master.

Her transformation from innocent little white housewife to a wanton black cock craving slut seemingly capable of endless orgasms whenever Master stroked her stretched pussy bareback always amazed Mark. There was no possibility of turning back to the life they once had. His delicate jaw clenched as he thought about never being able to be with her again sexually, and his rod, now a diminished 2 inches sprang to attention thinking about the sexual libertine she had become.

Despite everything, there was a part of him that still wanted her. He was remembering how incredibly hot she looked the last time he had stood silently in the corner and watched her accept Ray's cock, her ass raised high in the air. He remembered her moans and watched her hips shaking and rotating in circles when she climaxed. As she was feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm Ray had given her, she looked over at him through dreamy half closed eyes. She hardly seemed to notice him but then a knowing smile appeared on her face and she silently mouthed the words "Thank you" to him.

He had lowered his eyes when she did, but not before watching how her foamy white cum made Master's cock glisten; he had seen Master speed up his stroking and heard his loud growl when he came hard into her distended pussy. He remembered how this was the greatest fulfillment of his deep wish for Laura to become blacked and how much he wanted to stroke his cock at that moment, an act which never would have been permitted by either Master or Mistress. 

Later that night though, after returning to the make servant quarters, he had quietly slipped into bed with Chrissie and they had sucked each other's tiny dicks while Mark fantasized about Laura with a huge belly, bred by Master and bearing his black child. Only that would make his cuckold fantasies more complete. He had no way of knowing that she was now unquestionably growing Hank's baby inside her and he would soon get his wish to see her belly swollen with a black baby.

Now driving to Baltimore to lose his virginity to another powerful black man, he absent-mindedly swerved into the adjacent lane and received an angry honk from the driver in the lane as a reward. He snapped back to attention and angrily shook his head at his own inattention. In addition, he now noticed that his own nipples were standing strongly erect, but could not decide whether this was a reaction to the memory of his wife being fucked by a black lover, or by the prospect of his own sexual encounter now a few minutes away. 

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Back at the women servants' quarters, Laura sat nervously picking imaginary lint from her simple, mid-thigh length white uniform. She had scribbled a note for Hank explaining what had happened to her in her encounter with Mistress earlier and entrusted it to Leezie, asking her to get it to her Baby Daddy as soon as possible. Laura knew that he might not be able to come to her rescue tonight, and that as much as anything concerned her. 

She thought that surely if Hank knew her predicament, he would be able to exert some influence with Ray or his wife to make good his promise to spare her from the repeated rape and violation the other girls regularly experienced. The thought of having multiple random black strangers ravage her suddenly made her violently ill and she ran to the small toilet to throw up.

After several convulsive contractions, the vomiting subsided and Laura struggled to get off her knees and over to the small sink. She washed her face with her bare hands -- the water in the servant quarters was never more than lukewarm and today in midwinter it it was so cold it stung her skin and brought blood to the surface, making her complexion artificially pink and rosy.

She heard a rapping at the threshold of the tiny bathroom -- there were no doors or other affordances for privacy in the quarters -- what happened to one was known by all, whether it was being prostituted by Mistress, or as now taking care of bodily functions. Creature comforts were not the intention of their owners. Only the beds were the least bit comfortable, and that was more for the benefit of the men who regularly visited than the indentured servants.

Leezie spoke softly, asking Laura if everything was alright. Laura nodded her head without looking back over her shoulder waved Leezie away. Rather than leaving, Leezie walked over to Laura and spoke softly saying, "Mistress left this for you," indicating the flimsy black lingerie set draped over her arm. The she added, "She said you'd better hop to and that you're going to have a busy night tonight."

When Laura snapped her head sharply and looked back at her sister servant, Leezie lowered her eyes and stared blankly at the floor. Laura grabbed the gossamer negligee top and thong from Leezie and hotly tossed them to the floor with a flash of anger. Leezie rushed over to gather them up, not wanting Laura to be punished for showing her refusal to obey. She handed the peignoir back to the angry girl and at the same time offered her a coarse towel. Moving close to the young wife's ear, Leezie whispered, "Annie, there are cameras everywhere. Don't let Mistress see you resisting her commands. And ... darling, there is something else in the towel, so handle it carefully."

With that, she backed away and winked at the redhead. Then in a loud voice, she exclaimed, "Listen bitch, wash up your lazy white ass. You better be fit to entertain in ten minutes. Mistress has men lined up for you all night long."

Tears welled up in Laura's eyes. She began to run water into the rusty tub, then felt the mobile phone hidden in the folds of the too-small towel. She stepped quickly out of the camera's view and tossed the cheap phone on top of a high cabinet out of sight.

She squatted on the toilet defecating quickly then quickly soaping up and bathing in the small tub with its cracked enamel and prominent rust spots. Her nipples stood out in stark relief in the chill of the room and her belly tightened in anticipation of the fear and excitement that awaited her. Leaving the toilet she slipped on the diaphanous underwear and swiftly hid the phone under her mattress.

She sat demurely on the bed in the dimming daylight, rapidly giving way to the longest night of the year. She breathed calmly not daring to imagine what lay ahead. After a half hour the room was bathed in shadow except for one naked lightbulb in a ceiling fixture. The door flew open without warning, and Mistress moved swiftly toward her with a candle in hand, followed closely by someone partly obscured by her height.

Mistress addressed her sharply, "Stand up cunt. I brought a gift for you."

Laura blushed then stood very slowly allowing herself this tiny show of defiance. Mistress moved aside then pulled the man behind her forward. A flash of recognition lit her face as she suddenly recalled the dark stranger. It was Curtis Traynor, the high school senior Master had made her strip and masturbate for over Skype. She stood perfectly still as he leered at her, licking his thick dark lips. He nodded in her direction, then offered a greeting, " 'Sup, bitch. I told you when we was messin' around online I would be up here to bang yo' uppity little snatch, didn't I?"

Laura swallowed noisily then nodded shyly. She trembled in fear and there was a tight knot in the pit of her stomach. Again, she shuddered involuntarily, partly in revulsion and self-loathing and partly in anticipation. Although this boy was here to degrade and debase her, she was nonetheless full of sexual anticipation and excitement. Her nipples pushed the gossamer fabric out and stood rigidly at attention. Her breasts became fuller and the tight space between her thighs became greasy and slick, ready for her to accept her first black cock of the night.

She was ambivalent about opening her legs for this high school boy. One the one hand, she had never been the kind of girl boys lusted after when she was a teen, and so she had never experienced a teen boy's body on hers. Thus, she looked at him with deep hunger in her eyes. On the other hand, he had the look of a predator, ready to consume her, to use and abuse her, and that scared her. She decided to try sweet seduction on him, charming him with subtle movements and soft words, perhaps sparing herself some physical pain by appealing to his gentle side -- if he had a gentle side.

She thought for a moment about her dear sweet Mark or "Stevie" as he preferred to be known now; how delicate and gentle his lovemaking always was, and how she had 'saved' herself for him in marriage -- a lot of good that had done her. He was already a fairy at best, and probably on his way to becoming a woman at worst. Even without all the changes in him, his tiny dick and minuscule sexual skills were not of interest to her now. She had become the white slut concubine of two powerful black bulls, and now was about to open her legs for a third. Even though he was still technically a boy, he already had the confident swagger and natural superiority black men seemed to exude. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Curtis stood there in the dim light drinking in her beauty. He saw a pert muscular form, perhaps a bit skinny, but with nicely rounded hips and full breasts, both courtesy of natural changes accompanying her pregnancy. She looked like a teenage girl, so much like the haughty white girls at his school whom he could only dream about being with. much less fucking. His dark irises opened wide in excitement to drink in her beauty. Her skin was milky pale, save for the sprinkling of little freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her nipples stood out from puffy breasts. He couldn't wait to get started sucking those. As she shifted her legs nervously, he could see her dark pubic hair partly hidden by the transparent thong. He could scarcely believe that she was his to, in the words of the tall black woman at his side, "do anything he wanted" to. He saw the inscription in marker just above the top of the thong and peered at it intensely. Scanning the neat lettering, he read "Born White, Bred Black," and a huge smile came over his face.

He moved to her in a single step and with one hand roughly pulled the transparent black top down from her shoulder. His mouth went directly to her exposed breast and he loudly sucked her nipple while his hand pulled her waist tight to him.

Laura's knees became jelly as she leaned into Curtis, tenderly stroking his wooly hair over and over with her delicate white hand, and whispering in his ear, "Yes baby... Yesss ... Suck 'em. Bite 'em. That's it... Mmmm, don't stop."

Her belly was touching his hard body now and she was growing desperate for him to be inside her. His skin was soft and sensuous, like both black men she had laid with, but unlike either of them his muscles were still taut and hard. She felt like a high school girl again, except that she never could have conjured up the courage to be with a boy like this, and most especially a black one, during her nerdy school days.

Squeezing his hard biceps caused her to lubricate even more and now she pressed her pussy into his leg, rubbing her mons against him. She gazed at him through dreamy half closed eyes, relishing the feel of his lips and hands on her delicate skin. She lubricated even more as she looked at his face and hands and saw his coal black skin against her breasts. He was significantly darker than either of the middle aged lovers for whom she had become a concubine, and although she couldn't explain why this added to his sexual appeal for her. 

As she watched his dark mouth move against her skin, and felt his teeth nibbling at her engorged nipples she became almost uncontrollably aroused, and gripped his body even tighter. The mixture of pain and pleasure caused her to tremble and grow weak in the knees. He may have been still just a boy, but already he had a black man's superior understanding of how to arouse and master a woman.




Dark Horizons: Laura Ch. 10



She thought to herself, God, I hate myself, it's really true isn't it? I really am a slut for black men. I want as many of them as I can take. And what's even worse no white man will even be inside me again -- I certainly am not interested in them, and after this black baby comes, they sure as hell won't want me. She had forgotten that this was exactly what Mistress had planned for her, but now it didn't matter. Her shaking hands became busy unbuttoning his shirt. As she freed herself from his eager mouth and sank slowly to her knees, she undid his shirt, button after button.

When her knees touched the bare wood floor, she was eye level with his crotch and started working his belt loose. She looked up at his face staring down at her and involuntarily a crooked smile came to her lips, awkwardly conveying her excitement. She really felt like a girl again, giving into the repressed desires she never would have allowed herself just a few years ago. Her body was now covered in goose bumps and her breathing rapid and shallow. She gulped involuntarily.

Her body was directing her actions now with little input or inhibition from her intellect. Suddenly, she buried her face deeper in his pants, inhaling the musk of his sweat and pheromones through the layers of his trousers, which she eagerly tugged down from his body. She shivered involuntarily, both from the cold of the room and from sheer animal desire. 

All of Mistress's psychological conditioning was coming into play as Laura dropped her reserve and any pretense at white middle class civility. She wanted this boy as much as any wild female ape in estrus wanted to be mounted by the alpha male in the troop. Mistress had unleashed the pure animal lust within her and she was experiencing it in spades.

When she pulled down the boy's pants to his ankles, his rigid cock bounced free from its restraint. Her mouth was quickly on him. One hand pulled back his foreskin while the other caressed his hard ass. Her lips eagerly nibbled at his foreskin while her tongue circled his head in rapid motion, licking the soft skin and feeling the stiffness behind it. Her nostrils were filled with the funky scent of his body, both from his arousal and from his nervousness.

Laura could sense that much of his macho blustering was a cover for his inexperience. Curtis was in fact a virgin and Laura had picked up on it with a woman's intuitive sense for these things.

Back in Alabama, Curtis had masturbated several times a day looking at the pictures of Laura Master had left with him, and now unbelievably she was right in front of him, on her knees, her mouth hot and wet on his growing erection; her body supple and even more beautiful than her pictures could convey. Laura still looked like the high school girls back in his hometown and that only added to his excitement

Curtis could feel the ejaculation building in his balls, and apparently so could Laura as she squeezed his tight balls, making him back off a bit. The pain made him lose a little of the erection, but Laura built him back up again slowly by sliding her pink tongue down the shaft then licking his balls, liberally coating them with her saliva.

Mistress stood, outlined in shadow watching this, somewhat surprised at Laura's state of excitement and acceptance of the situation. She had anticipated Curtis practically having to force Laura into sex, hence Laura's fervour was unexpected. Caught in the erotic electricity of the moment, Mistress squeezed her ample thighs together trying to contain the sexual rush she felt in her pubis. Silently she mouthed the words, "Suck it bitch, suck it."

Then, becoming more excited, she sang out audibly, "Yes, suck it like the little piggie you are." Her voice became louder and more shrill, and echoed in the little quarters: "Curtis, tell your greedy little pig to suck it .. . Suck it hard . . . Suck it like the animal you are."

Now the other girls in the room were caught up in the moment as well, adding their own hoots and exhortations, Callie shouted, "Suck that big black cock girl. Take his cream in your mouth." Leezie moaned, "Mmmm . . . Girl you suck so good," as she fingered her own clit.

None of this was lost on either Laura or Curtis, as she began adding her hand to the action, stroking Curtis rapidly and feeling the pulsing of his member as he was about to cum in her eager mouth. Laura could feel the tension in his body as his ass tensed but now she needed his cum in her mouth as badly as he needed to ejaculate, so she did nothing to slow him down. Instead she relaxed her throat muscles and took him in all the way to his plum colored balls. Curtis could not believe how talented she was with her mouth. He had never had his cock sucked and now his body was literally shaking with excitement as he sung out, "Oh yeah, you fucking little pig, suck my black cock. . . Suck it good, cunt."

With that his balls tightened and he spasmed thick African cum straight into Laura's throat. She choked and cough violently and regurgitated much of his cum which spilled onto her face and breasts. She managed to get out the word "sorry" before coughing more of it up.

Curtis stood there, his tight ass grown not yet relaxing though the tension in his balls was rapidly easing. It was for him an almost spiritual experience, and he tenderly ran his fingers through the silky hair of the young woman kneeling in front of him. 

Dr. Jackson had told him that having a white woman, especially this weak willed one whom he had personally trained, service him would give him a sense of what it was like to be an African tribal chief as many of the Africa Rising leadership could claim as part of their ancestry, and as Curtis would be able to experience during his life by becoming a member of the society.

Curtis felt an overwhelming sense of both appreciation and a curious affection for what the beautiful, white girl had just done for him and he ran his hands down her neck and back and smiled down at her blissful angelic face, smiling up at him. There was cum all over her face and breasts, and he helped her to her feet expecting her to want to wipe it off. As she rose though, she scooped some of the cum from her cheeks and lips onto a finger and sucked it like an ice cream treat.

She held his hand with hers, their fingers entwined, as Callie handed her a wet cloth to wipe with. Laura quickly whisked as much of the excess cum from her skin as she could with the dirty cloth, then turned her back to him and climbed onto the small, plain bed. She scooted to one side to make room for him then opened her legs, her knees swaying seductively. She smile and arched her eyebrows invitingly.

Curtis felt awkward and looked at Mistress for guidance.

Tanya, still breathing heavy told him, "Go ahead boy, do whatever you want. She especially likes to take black cock on her knees like a farm animal. Her slave name is 'Annie' so make sure you address her that way."

Then smiling, her face a portrait of evil, she added, "she likes being told she is a dog, or a pig, or a cow, and believe me, she will be bred many times just like the cow she is. We Africa Rising women don't like our men to spoil our figures with babies, so we use the breeders instead."

Curtis wanted to take her from behind, but her beauty beguiled him. He wanted to see her stunning face in the throes of ecstasy as he fucked her. He shook his trousers off his feet and slid next to her on the bed.

Mistress retreated into the shadows, dragging Leezie by the hand and pushing her to her knees in front of her. Leezie knew what was expected and raised Mistress's dress while delicately sliding the black woman's lace panties down. In seconds Leezie's tongue probed Tanya's musky wet pussy as the black woman began to rock her hips back and forth.

On the bed, Curtis began kissing Laura's neck while massaging her breast with his free hand. He whispered into her ear, "You want some more of this black cock. . .", then hesitating, he added tenderly, . . . Laura?" 

She was both shocked and so touched to hear him use her real name and not her slave name that she moaned in delight and happiness. She now wanted more than ever for him to lose his virginity with her and for him to remember it forever.

She looked into his dark eyes, and whispered with her lips a scant inch from his, "Oh yes, Curtis. I want your cock inside me so much. I ache for you. Will you please fuck me and cum inside me? I need your hot love inside me so much."

Laura was play acting but only slightly. She knew that she would need accomplices for her planned escape to be with Hank, and winning Curtis to her side could only help her.

Laura could see the boy's cock spring erect in her peripheral vision, and tenderly reached over to caress it. At the same time, she kissed him deeply her tongue mingling with his. For a second she thought of the irony of him tasting his own cum in her mouth and how she had made her husband a willing cuckold by getting him hooked on the taste of black men's cum in her pussy.

Curtis moaned with delight at the taste of her had from her hand on him. He parted from the kiss long enough to whisper tenderly, "Honey, spread those sweet legs for me . . .", then added, ". . . Please." Laura smiled happily and opened her thighs with both her hands. The black skinned boy climbed between her legs and looked down as she guided his rock hard erection into her slit, massaging her pussy lips with his head. He trembled slightly, not knowing how long he could fight back the urge to cum. He also saw the inscription on her belly and that only served to make his cock ache to be inside her even more.

He entered her roughly and began pounding her pussy hard, his hips slamming into her belly. Laura dug her fingernails into his smooth black ass. She pulled her belly away from him and he slipped out of her. She whispered into his coal black ear, "Slow down baby, I want you to enjoy this for a long, long time."

She pulled his cock back inside her and felt him expand her vagina in the way she now loved and expected as a part of sex with black men. She whispered, "Yes . . . Oh yes . . . Oh yes ", as nature took over and he began to stroke her cunt.

Her hands slid up and down over his silky black skin as she moved from his strong shoulders down to his firm ass and back again. She wrapped her legs wrapped around his muscular thighs in a way she could not do with Hank whose girth was enormous, and whose fat thighs pinned her to the bed when they fucked.

She pulled him tightly into her body with her legs and his stroking grew more rapid again. Her ankles, tightly hooked behind his tight butt added to the heat and intimacy of the moment for her as she felt the sinuous motion of his body both in her pussy and in her calves and ankles. 

Curtis had never felt anything like the liquid heat and silky smoothness of Laura's vagina as she gripped him with her pussy muscles. His thick cock felt every ridge of her cunt and and his thick young cock and balls tingled with aching tension. He imagined this girl giving her body to him as he pushed his cock deeper into her planting a black baby inside her, ignoring the fact she was already knocked up with a son or daughter of Africa. 

Although he was still a boy and his cock was not as long as either Ray or Hank, he was quite thick and with Laura's hips bucking wildly to enjoy being stretched wide and to give him pleasure he banged into her cervical ring several times. Laura winced in pain each time but gripped his strong shoulder to let him know she wanted to feel both the pleasure and the pain over and over. 

Both of them grunted like animals and finally the boy could no longer hold back his orgasm, spasming his thick creamy cum deep in her wet pussy. He groaned loudly and Laura smiled in joy as she felt the streams of cum fill her vagina with a new added liquid heat. She stroked the back of his neck and kissed his ear and face, licking his sweat from his body and absorbing his powerful pheromones in the most direct way possible. Now she was ready to do anything this boy demanded. Curtis's nostrils absorbed her pheromones as well as he breathed the mingled sweat of their bodies and he was just as hooked on this girl.

As he reluctantly slid off her body and lay next to her, they both breathed heavily. Laura's vagina was gaped open in a huge perfect circle and slowly thick white cum began to fall from the opening to leak onto her ass crack. She no longer had any sense of modesty and lay with her legs wide open, her upper thighs sore from rocking in response to Curtis and her pussy in a dull pain from the pounding he had given her. She had never experienced a fucking like this from a boy this young and full of sexual power. Her mind was taking a few moments to gather it all in.

One thing she knew was that she wanted more of him and in return she would enlist his help in extricating her from her current enslavement. Slowly her mind formed a plan for using him as her agent to wrest needed resources like money and her driver's licence from Mistress's possession. For the moment though, there was so much more to enjoy from this boy and this night and so she snuggled close to him, throwing her leg over his. Her head lay on his sweaty chest and he held her close running his fingers through her silky hair with his and caressing and licking his sweaty skin, her lips finding his young black nipples and her tongue licking them tenderly, even lovingly. She could accept much more from this boy, taking him as many times as he cared to fuck her, but that was not Mistress's plan.

Lying across the room from them on another one of the dirty beds, Mistress had already climaxed twice both from Leezie's licking her clit and from watching the black boy pound the slender white girl. The aroma of sex was powerful in the room and was rapidly turning into the stench of stale sweat. Tanya thought idly as she gripped Leezie's hair tightly that the bond she could see forming between the naive boy and the stupid cow in his arms would be broken easily.

As soon as this boy stood by and watched her servicing the drunks and homeless black men that Ray was certainly rounding up at this very moment, he would see her for the disgusting worthless animal she was. Tanya smiled and stretched lazily both from the afterglow of her rippling climaxes and from anticipation of the long night to come for the red haired cunt lying contentedly in the arms of the awkward looking black boy who looked even darker in the failing light of the winter afternoon. 

Yes, she thought, the night will be long for this one. It will be one that will imprint lasting scars on Laura and leave her feeling debased and worthless for the rest of her life. Tanya's loins began to stir in excitement. She pulled Leezie by the hair, pushing the white girl's face into her open crotch.