5 comments/ 128291 views/ 51 favorites Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver By: a_random_user Note: this story is about interracial cuckoldry with strong themes of dominance and submission. Don't read if you aren't into that sort of thing. Jessica had spent the afternoon shopping and preparing dinner and now she was sitting at the table as pleasant conversation was flowing. Her husband Michael was telling her parents Patrick and Anne about the fantastic group of students he had this year, enthusiastic and hard-working. Michael and Jessica were both English teachers at a local high school. Michael's unabashed enthusiasm for teaching is what attracted Jessica to him in the first place when they met several years ago in the course of a master's program in education. Jessica was always being approached by men, being tall and blonde and leggy, especially after her track-and-field meets when the graceful contours of her body were on display; but no man had Michael's genuine touch. They were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. "I'll get it." Michael promptly got up. Sounds of a hushed conversation were heard as Anne and her parents continued chatting. A minute later Michael returned, followed by a tall black man in overalls who stood a pace behind him. "It's the plumber," Michael announced, seeming a bit at a loss. "Something broken?" "Yes, one of the pipes in our bathroom. He's going to fix it now. Jess, why don't you come up with me and we'll show him what's wrong." "Sure," Jessica replied, "no need for you to get up mom, dad. We'll be back down in a just a couple of minutes." The three of them headed to the upstairs bathroom. "A plumber who will come to your home on a Friday night," Anne wondered. "That's not easy to find." Meanwhile, in the upstairs bathroom, Jessica was on her knees sucking a black dick. Michael had his cock out and was slowly stroking it watching this spectacle. "Plumber, my ass" the black man chuckled. In fact, Shawn – that was his name – was a P.E. teacher at Michael and Jessica's high school. "Mmm, you really are an excellent cocksucker Jessie." Jessica was moving her mouth hands-free up and down on Shawn's dick, fitting the whole of it in her mouth. "Even with your mom and dad in the other room, I can always count on you to go to town on my black dick." "Speaking of which," he added, "white boy, why don't you go keep them company while your little wife here takes care of me?" "Come on, Shawn," Michael begged. "I want to watch. I'm so hard right now." "I don't think so," Shawn slowly slid his cock out of Jessica's mouth. He raised her forcefully and turned her around, pressing her against the bathroom. "I'm not having her parents walk on their perfect daughter fucked by black cock while her husband watches. Go down there and keep them company." He hiked up Jessica's skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Michael tucked his dick back into his pants. He paused at the door for a moment to glimpse Shawn sliding his cock – it never ceased to amaze Michael how large it was – into Jessica in one motion. She gasped but he slid easily into her well-lubricated cunt. "Quickly Mikey," Shawn slowly thrust in and out of Jessica, "Yours are probably wondering what's happening. Keep them company for a few minutes until your beautiful wife comes down with a load of my cum in her cunt. GO!" Michael sighed and went down the staircase to the dining room. "Everything all right?" Patrick asked. "Fine. He is fixing it now." He made idle conversation and a couple of minutes later Jessica and Shawn came down the stairs. "All finished, folks. I'll show myself out." Later that evening, Michael and Jessica are lying naked in the bedroom. They are kissing and talking as she gives him a handjob. They will not be having sex tonight: it is one of Shawn's rules that on the days he messes around with Jessica they cannot have intercourse. Instead, they will have several orgasms talking dirty to each other. "You were so wet when he slid into you," he says, half-complaining. "I could see how easily his dick slipped inside of you." "Its true honey," she replies, "But I recall you were pretty horny as well. You had your dick out and were touching it, weren't you?" He grunts in response. "Shawn was really the man of the house tonight, wasn't he? Don't get me wrong, I love you very much my darling but you really took a backseat today, didn't you? Today I was Shawn's whore much more than I was your wife." This proves to be too much for Michael and his penis erupts with cum. Jessica patiently waits until he finishes and wipes him off with a tissue. She then goes back to massaging the base of his penis. She knows they are not done, that he will have several more orgasms before he spends his load. As always, the evening will conclude with a nice, thorough, very loving cunt-licking for her. "Maybe we should stop?" he wonders out loud. "We could go back to just having sex with each other. No more Shawn." But as his penis grows under her skillful fingers he can sense his resolve weakening. "We could," she replies, speeding up the motion of his hand on his dick. They have had this conversation before. "But will we be able to stick to it? You remember what happened when we tried this before?" He nods. "I'll remind you, dear." She gives the tip of his dick a playful licking. "The first time we resolved not to call him again, we ended up talking dirty about interracial cuckolding every time we had sex. One day we got so horny that we called him and begged him on the phone, both of us asking him in earnest, to come over and fuck me. He let us beg for quite a while. Remember that?" He nods again. He is rock hard now. She slides over on top of him and gives him a kiss on the lips. She begins rubbing her body against him. They follow Shawn's instruction to the letter – he will not enter inside of her. But she lets his penis rub against her belly and her cunt against his balls. "And the second time, we decided to break it to him in person. But as we sat him down and began to tell him, he just walked over to him and pulled out his dick. Remember that, honey? As I recall, there was barely a squeek out of you at the time." He blushes. "I was turned on. It was so erotic to see his coal-black dick right next to your face. " "He slid his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face– didn't ask if I wanted it, he just did it. I was waiting for you to intervene, but you never did. When I swallowed his load and looked over to you, I saw you had your dick out and had already come on your belly." He blushes even more. The memory turns him on even as it fills him with shame. "Just admit it, honey, we're addicted. Addicted to being dominated together by a strong black man." "All right," he grunts, very close to coming now, "we're addicted." She starts rubbing against him faster. "I love watching Shawn order you around. He is so powerful, isn't he?" This proves to be the crossing point for Michael and he comes again. Jessica patiently wipes him off again. She knows the evening is far from over. Across town Shawn is smiling, thinking of the scene earlier this evening. He has this couple under his thumb, for now. They have grown to crave his dominance, but they might still balk if he asks them to do one of the more perverted and nasty things he has in mind for them. He'll push their boundaries, slowly, until they are literally his slaves, until nothing is off limits. He has big plans for the two of them. Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 02 The school bell had rung as Michael was walking nervously towards his wife's classroom: he had dismissed his class early in anticipation for today's "extended lunch break." That was Shawn's euphemism for a ritual he made the three of them go through weekly: they would go to a sandwich place near the school and grab a bite, chatting innocently, perhaps with some colleagues they would often run into, and afterward Michael would drive them all to a secluded spot to watch Shawn fuck his wife in the backseat. Often the whole ordeal would be over before Michael had time to drive them anywhere. Shawn would take his wife in his arms and put his lips to hers right when they got in the car. Soon, he would have stretched out of the backseat, his black cock plunging into her. Needless to say, it was hard for Michael to concentrate on the driving at times like those: he would pull out his penis and rub it with one hand as he alternated between looking at the road and glancing in the rearview mirror. Strangely, though, what Shawn liked best about the whole thing was the lunch. To an outsider, little would have seemed out of place: just three teachers talking nonchalantly about school stuff. But the knowledge that in a few minutes Michael was going to drive his wife to be fucked in the back seat made the whole experience very delicious was Shawn. He wasn't the only one: Shawn never failed to make note of how wet Jessica was by the time he parted her legs in the back of the car. Shawn was usually careful during the lunch itself to keep the whole thing under wraps: many other teachers from their school took lunch at the same place. But he liked to have Jessica play footsie under the table with him whenever their table was semi-secluded. He would sit across from the married couple and instruct Jessica to take her shoes off and massage his crotch with her legs while whispering what she was doing in Michael's ear. Today, when the three of them arrived at the sandwich shop, Shawn took a chance with something new. As they were standing in line to pay for their sandwiches, after making sure no one was standing behind them, he put his hand under Jessica's skirt and groped her ass. Their conversation did not change, and no one around them noticed anything unusual, but the three of them knew that as they were carrying on their small talk, Shawn' was groping Jessica. Michael felt his cock twitch as he watched Shawn's black hand disappear inside his wife's skirt. He thought about how they got into this in the first place. Michael had always enjoyed cuckold-themed interracial porn, which Jessica discovered after they got moved in together: it really is very difficult to keep stuff hidden from the person you live with. He had feared she would be disgusted, but that turned out not to be the case; but neither had she expressed any great amount of interest in sharing his fetish. He did convince her, though, to watch some of the videos with him. They ended up watching many of the movies and clips he had collected over the next few months. She claimed she wasn't into the cuckolding or the interracial bits, that she just enjoyed the sex in the videos. Michael couldn't help noticing, though, that she always had loud, tremorous orgasms whenever he put on something involving a gigantic black cock plunging into a blonde white wife that resembled her. They had settled into a comfortable porn-watching routine. But one day, Shawn was hired as the new PE Coach at their school. He remembers seeing them chatting outside her classroom on one of Shawn's first days at the school - her, a tall, athletic, perfectly dressed blonde and him, visibly fit, very black, with somewhat shabby clothes. He couldn't help but think how the two of them would look fucking, how great the color contrast between her blonde hair and his coal black skin would be. He imagined himself sitting in the corner, stroking his cock as he watched the two of them go at it. He found himself rock hard. Over the next few weeks, he would often hear Jessica complain about Shawn - in fact, she had felt he was underqualified for his job and put in some effort to stop him from being hired in the first place. But Shawn was friends with someone on the school board, the district did not have enough minority teachers, so Jessica's efforts were to no avail. She now complained that Shawn said borderline inappropriate things at meetings, that he was overly familiar, that he made sexual jokes that made people uncomfortable. Oddly, his wife's complaints made the fantasy of watching her being fucked by Shawn more erotic. He thought of all that now as they were standing in line. They were talking about one of Jess's students, how bright she was, all the while Shawn's hands all over Jessica's ass. It wasn't that Jessica had grown to like Shawn any more since those early days. But it turned out that she was far more submissive than Michael ever thought. He knew his wife was hopelessly turned on by the idea of surrender, and the thought of surrendering to someone she disliked like Shawn just made it so much sweeter. She was probably already turned on by being groped in public by him, submitting to his wishes while her husband stood there and did nothing. They ran into a couple of colleagues who joined them for lunch. Shawn saw this as an opportunity to push the boundaries a little. The three of them sat on the same side of the table, and, for the first half of the meal, he kept his hand on Jessica's knee. The teachers sitting across from them could not know this but Michael saw. As the meal went on, he got bolder, slipping his finger under Jessica's skirt, massing her clit, and sliding a finger into her. When the others weren't paying attention he told her to whisper to Michael to do the same, and soon there were two fingers inside her. It made Michael think how odd it was to feel another man's finger inside your wife. Lunch was over soon. Unsurprisingly, each of them was very horny by the time they got in the car. The moment that their car was not surrounded by others on the road, Shawn put his massive cock at the entrance of Jessica's cunt and slowly began to slide it in. Suddenly, he stopped. "Wait," he said. "here's how this is going to happen. You can't whack off this time Mikey. Keep your left hand on the wheel and hold Jessica's hand with your right hand." They were both too horny to refuse. For the next few minutes, Michael drove as he listened to his wife's muffled screams of pain and pleasure in the backseat. He felt each of Shawn's thrusts into her in the tremors of her hand. "Oh darling," she suddenly burst out, "he is so big and thick! It hurts but it also feels so fucking good." Michael's cheeks reddened with shame. He was confused and horny at the thought that Shawn was giving his wife something he never could. Shawn wanted to encourage this line of thought. "Just how much bigger am I, Jessie?" he asked. "Oh God, so much bigger." "You'll never be satisfied with your husband's dick again, will you?" "Dear God, no! I need your big black cock inside of me!" "You'd do whatever I wanted to get it, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Shawn, yes! I'll be your slut, just don't stop giving me your cock!" With a grunt Shawn came. He slipped himself out of Jessica and looked down with satisfaction to see his loads of come slowly ooze out of her cunt. "Now what do we say Jessie?" "Thank you for making me your white whore Shawn," she smiled as she said it. He had previously instructed her to say this after they fucked. "And Mickey?" "Thank you for satisfying my wife like a real man and for perfecting our marriage." Michael always felt burning shame at these words - this was only the second or third time that Shawn had made them thank him. "Why don't I drive on the way back," Shawn replied. He reflected that Michael and Jessica were very well behaved today and deserved a little reward. "Jessie, why don't you take care of your husband in the backseat - but remember, only a handjob since you were mine today." For the rest of the way back, Shawn watched the married couple in the rearview mirror. He reflected on how different their lovemaking was - lots of loving kisses and caresses as Jessie gently stroked her husband's cock in the backseat. Not much stroking was required: Michael came four or five times in the fifteen minute drive back to the school. His plan was working, Shawn thought. The two of them were growing more submissive and accepting more and more humiliation from him. He would have to step their ordeal a notch. Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 03 "Good job you two," Shawn looked Jessica up and down as he walked in the classroom. "I see you followed my instructions real good." He emailed the two of them last night, telling them to meet him in Jessica's classroom an hour after school was over. He gave instructions for how Jessica was to be dressed: smartly, but in a skirt that was short and risque for the school; with a top that showed some cleavage, nothing scandalous, but sure to elicit stares. Jessica was hesitant but her outfit appears to have passed without without comment from anyone, though a lot of her students did their best to catch a glimpse of her from revealing angles: there were many quickly averted glances at her top and dropped pencils around that day. Michael's instructions were to bring a camera, which he was holding with some anticipation. Shawn put his arm around Jessica and gave her a slow kiss. He liked to start off by establishing his dominance, which was sure to get all of them in the right mood. When he finally broke the kiss, he cleared his throat and turned to Michael, who was clearly mesmerized if a little repulsed at the sight. "All right, Mickey, we're going to take some sexy pictures of your lovely wife today. Here's the deal: you are going to blow these up, frame them, and hang them in your bedroom." Michael and Jessica shared a look. "In our bedroom? We can't do that Shawn," Jessica said slowly. "Our friends will see them." "Find a way to deal with it. Make sure people don't walk into your bedroom." "Ane how do we do that?" Michael interjected. "I dunno. Keep the door locked. Look, I've made up my mind about this. I want the two of you to be reminded who is in charge here every night you go to bed. Now Jessie, come over here and stand on my right." Jessica looked again at her husband, and he looked back at her, worry and arousal in his eyes. ------------------------------------ They took a picture that day which ended up on their wall. It showed Jessica with her skirt hiked up, her panties down to her knees, but otherwise dressed as she was during that day, with Shawn sliding his monstrous black cock in her cunt from behind. In the picture, she is leaning forward to write "Mrs. Jessica Sutton is a black cock slut" on the board. Shawn made sure that the background of the picture included all the mementos that identified this as Jessica's classroom - a picture of Michael on the desk, a list of assignments for her AP English class on the board. To blow up and frame the picture, they found a store in a different state which specialized in selling pictures for the walls of strip clubs. "Thats one nasty model you've got," the clerk told Michael over the phone as he handled his order. "Any way we can get in touch with her?" Michael blushed and said he didn't know the model. All in all, Shawn made them take three more pictures in the next few days - one for each wall of their bedroom. In the second picture, Jessica is holding both Shawn's and Michael's cocks. Her face and their torsos are visible, and Jessica reaches out to lick Shawn's cock, thick and massive, as she is gently pushing away her husband's which looks very small in comparison. The third picture shows Jessica naked on the bed as Michael eats her out. She is looking past him at Shawn, who is standing just behind Michael, naked, stroking his massive cock, waiting for Michael to make his wife wet enough for him to enter her. But it was the fourth picture that was extremely difficult for Jessica and Michael. Shawn decided to have a picture with Jessica in her wedding gown, the very same one in which she walked down the aisle to marry Michael some years before. But that day was a sacred, happy memory for them and they wanted to keep it that way. When Shawn gave them instructions over the phone to get out the dress a few days in advance, they got the courage to say no. But Shawn simply told them that he expected them to be ready with the gown and hung up. He was confident he could get the couple to do whatever he wanted. He installed a keylogger on Michael's computer some weeks earlier, and he knew that the only porn they watched was of the cuckold interracial variety. He guessed that both of them were too addicted to black dick to say no to him now. He had instructed them to call him when they had obtained the dress. In truth, he knew they had it in their house, but he wanted to give them some time to get used to the next level in their debasement. When he heard nothing from them over the next few days, Shawn decided the happy couple needed a little push. The next Sunday afternoon he showed up at their house unannounced. They answered the door together. He could see the surprise on their faces - neither had expected him to show up. They seemed at a loss for what to say, and Shawn took the opportunity to seize the initiative - he took Jessica by the hand and led her into the bedroom. Michael followed a little behind them. "Now look Shawn," he began to say, "this has gotten a little out of hand..." As Shawn expected, the wedding dress was laid out in their bedroom. They must have been talking this over in the last few days. Shawn had guessed right: even though they were against it at first, as the days went by Michael found himself deliciously turned on by the thought of his beautiful wife being taken in her pristine wedding gown. There was something so dirty and arousing about it. They had a few difficult conversations about it by now. Michael was still talking, but Shawn ignored him and pulled his wife close to him for a deep, tongue swirling kiss. He didn't stop kissing Jessica for a while. He knew she always responded submissively to his natural dominance. He alternated between exploring her mouth with his tongue and kissing her softly on her lips. Soon he felt those little tremors in her body that indicated a likely loss of control on her part. He pulled away. He knew that Michael would be excited as well by now, humiliated certainly, but also horny. Indeed, Michael was sitting on the bed nearby, rubbing his crotch watching them. The moment had come: Shawn simply pulled on the t-shirt Jessica was wearing that afternoon, and said "Lets get you out of this and into that beautiful white dress." He encountered no resistance as he took off her clothing, item by item, and helped her get into the dress she wore when she married Michael. They did end up taking a picture that day. It showed Shawn taking Jessica from behind, his hands holding up her gown, as she and Michael are exchanging rings. "Keep the dress around," Shawn told Michael as he was leaving, "this isn't the last time I'll be fucking your wife in it.'' The picture was mounted on the wall straight across from their bed, so that Michael and Jessica would have it right in front of them every night. It would be difficult for Michael and Jessica to keep these pictures hidden from their friends, Shawn reflected driving back. Would their ordeal get more humiliating as one of them discovered their dirty little secret? Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 04 Author's note: this story is about interracial cuckoldry with strong themes of dominance, submission, and humiliation for both husband and wife. Don't read if you aren't into that sort of thing --------------------------------- The pictures Shawn forced the couple to put up in their bedroom were working wonders. The three of them seem to have settled into a steady rhythm, regular as clockwork: Shawn would hear nothing from the two of them for a week or two, until, one night, he'd get a frantic phone call begging him to come over. This was Shawn's plan all along. Seeing the pictures of Jessica being fucked each night would make Michael and Jessica constantly horny, he reasoned. There was only so much they could take before giving in. After each visit to their house he noticed the couple would pull away a little bit, avoid him at school. He let it happen. He knew they were addicted to being dominated by him. He let them try to withdraw, knowing that even as they were trying to have some plain, vanilla sex, both were probably thinking about the next time his black cock would be inside Jessie. Their attempts to withdraw never lasted long anyway, and he knew how to use them to his advantage: the longer they kept away from him, the more they begged him when they did call, and the further he could push them. --------------------------------------------------------- When his phone rang and he saw the familiar number, Shawn had reflected that it had been a while. ""Heya" "Hi, Shawn. Its Michael." "Hey buddy, what can I do you for?" "We were wondering here if maybe you could come over tonight." "Hehe, maybe I could. But you got to be more direct with me. What is it you want?" Michael knew what Shawn wanted to hear. "I want you to have sex with Jessica." "So, what you sayin, is you want me to fuck your lovely little wife?" "Yes." "I think you should ask me nicely." There was a pause. "Will you please fuck my wife Shawn?" "Maybe I will buddy, maybe I will. Why don't you give her the phone?" There was some shuffling and Jessica picked up the phone. "Hi Shawn." "Hey there, Jessie. So I hear you need something from me?" "God, yes. You need to come over here and fuck me." "Well, why can't your husband do it?" Jessica knew what Shawn wanted her to say. "Because he doesn't have a dick like yours." "Why don't you tell him that, sweetheart." There was some hesitation but in a few moments Shawn heard Jessie speaking to her husband. "I need to fuck Shawn's huge black cock, sweetie. I love being with you, but you just don't have a a dick that can measure up. I always thought you had a nice cock, but now that I've experienced Shawn's I know how much you're lacking. I adore being your wife and making love to you, but sometimes I really just need to be a slut for a huge dick." Shawn chuckled. He had trained them well. "Allright sweetheart, put the phone on speaker." These verbal humiliations had been a repeat of what he made them go through last time. Now he needed to push them a little bit more. "I'll be there in half an hour. Now here's what you do before then." "Both of you are to be naked when I arrive. Mike, take a black marker and write 'Shawn's White Whore' on your wife's belly. Understood?" "Yes." "Jessie, get out those handcuffs I brought over last time. I want you to handcuff your husband to his side of your bed. Is that understood?" "Yes." Shawn chuckled with satisfaction. Normally, the two of them would balk at having Michael handcuffed. But now they were so very horny now they'd agree to almost everything. ----------------------------------------- When he arrived, he saw that his instructions had been followed. Jessica met him at the door, completely nude with the black text he wanted on her body. She tried to close the door quickly but he made sure to give her a long kiss in the doorway. Finally, he went inside and closed the door. He took her by the hand and silently led her to the bedroom, where he placed her on her feet doggy style on top of her helplessly tied up husband. Shawn wanted husband and wife to be face to face. He took his time unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his dick, and when he had the mass of it out he began to slowly to rub the outlines of Jessica's cunt, without putting it in. As he expected, this made her whimper with anticipation. "Please..." "Please what?" "Please fuck me." Shawn took the head of it and began sliding it in. It was barely fitting and he wiggled it around a little as Jessica groaned with simultaneous pain and pleasure. "Tell me what you want, slut." "God, give me your huge black dick." "Beg for it." "Please...please give it me...I need your cock so badly." "I'm glad to hear you say that my little whore," Shawn said, slowly pushing himself into her, "because I know you never liked me. Isn't that right?" Jessica just groaned at this. Shawn gave her a sharp slap on the ass that made her yelp. "I asked you a question" Jessica shuddered. It felt wonderful to be slowly impaled on this large monster and she had a hard time just processing the question. "Yes, I never liked you...you were always so crass....all your jokes were really sexist too..." Shawn thrust sharply into her and she yelped again. More than half of his cock was inside of her now. "Damn straight, and I was right, wasn't I? It works best when a woman does what a man says. You just didn't know it because you were married to this wimp." Jessie groaned again. She felt like she was being split open. It was painful and, at the same time, amazing. It wasn't just about the physical feeling: it just felt really delicious to be so submissive to this powerful and awful, awful man. When Shawn didn't hear a reply, he gave her a few more smacks on the ass, sharper this time. "Ow!" she yelped. "Yes, you were right Shawn. It works best when the man's in charge." "If you want to be my white whore," Shawn shot back, "beg me to take charge of you." Jessica was too far gone to care about anything beyond the cock in her at this point. "God, please, make me your white whore Shawn. I'll do whatever you say. Please be in charge of like my husband never could." He smiled and began pushing her cock into her cunt with a little more force. Now the husband's turn, he decided. "Yo Mikey, what you think about that?" "Ugh," came the reply. "Can i just have one free hand? I'm so hard." "No," Shawn declared, "You stay tied up. But tell you what: you tell me what I want to hear and I'll let your wife hear stroke you with her hands while I'm owning her. Now tell me, who is the man of the house?" "You are, Shawn" "Damn straight. Your wife just needs a strong hand and a big dick. And you're just not man enough to give to her, aren't you?" "Yes, Shawn." "Tell it to me. " "Fuck. I'm not man enough to give it to my wife like you can." "I'm going own her like you never could, you know" "Shit, yes, I want her to be your whore first and my wife second...." Shawn chuckled. This was enough talk for now. He thrust his entire cock into Jessie. ---------------------------------- Hours later, it was finally all over - he felt like he spilled a gallon of cum into the pretty wife, and she had lost count of the orgasms she had. Michael sported an uncomfortable erection: after letting his wife stroke him to an orgasm once, Shawn forbade her from touching him again. He spent the night on their bed with Jessica next to him, right next to Michael who left tied up for the night with an erection he could not relieve. Shawn did untie Michael when the morning came, but there was no time for him to get rid of his boner: his task was to make breakfast while Shawn took a shower with Jessica. He had to listen to Jessica's familiar groans of pleasure as breakfast was cooking, and afterwards, he served breakfast to the two of them. It was almost as if Jessica and Shawn were a couple and he their servant. His final task was to drive the three of them to work. Shawn finally let Michael whack off once he was in the driver's seat. It was amusing to watch him furtively stroke himself. Meanwhile, he was fingering Jessica in the back. "Now this weekend," he was saying, "the two of you are going to go shop for some new clothes for Jessie. Some really short skirts that show off a lot of leg. And some blouses with cleavage. I want everyone at the school to have a little glimpse of your tits. " "Now I don't want to hear any more feminist crap," he continued, "you've got a killer body Jessie and its selfish of you not to share it more." Jessica was very sore after all their festivities. It felt so nice be stimulated by Shawn's fingers, and the deliciousness of her submission propelled her forward. "Yes, Shawn," she said simply, "I'll start dressing more slutty for you." Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 05 Author's note: this story is about interracial cuckoldry with strong themes of dominance, submission, and humiliation for both husband and wife. Don't read if you aren't into that sort of thing. ***** "You are such a wonderful and understanding husband," Jessica said as she was rubbing her clit, which was very sore right now. "I just can't believe how supportive you've been." They were sitting across from each other, masturbating. This was one of the things they began to do on the days of Shawn's visits when, by the rules, anything more than a hand-job from Jessica was off-limits to Michael. Michael was stroking himself very slowly. The thought of not being rights to his wife made him angry but the anger only seemed to feed his arousal. "I can't believe how much this turns me on," he sheepishly admitted. Jessica nodded. "I feel the same way. Don't get me wrong, I love the slow, gentle sex we have honey. But sometimes I just need to be ravaged." She let out a small yelp as her stroking brought her closer to orgasm. "I never thought I'd let a man like him near me - he is so crude and all his jokes are stupid and sexist - I hate him. But when he starts talking down to me and whips out his monster dick I just become putty in his hands." She started to stroke her clit faster. "I think I'm a little bit in love with his cock. I'm sorry honey but its amazing - so huge and thick and black and it can fill me up and make me forget about everything else. I hope you don't mind that? Do you mind your wife being in love with another man's cock?" "It's all right honey," Michael replied. His wife seemed totally conquered by Shawn. It made him uncomfortable but his cock was rock hard now hearing her talk about it. He groaned. "You know I love watching it inside you." "It makes me gasp every time it goes in. When its inside of me, I just want to let him do whatever he wants to me." She closed her eyes and her body started shaking slightly as she quietly orgasmed. When the shocks and aftershocks were over, she opened her eyes and scooted closely to her husband, taking his penis in his hands. "I hope you know none of this affects how much I love you," she said sincerely. "I know it doesn't." "You love it too," she went on, sliding his hands all over his cock. "You always go along when he takes charge." Michael groaned again. "It's just really hot to watch him dominate you." "Dominate us," she corrected him. "You follow his orders just like I do." She began to stroke his penis fast. "Do you want us to be his white slaves, honey? Do you want us to be a slave couple that takes orders from our black master?" Instead of answering he began to come, shooting his load all over her hands and his stomach. When he was done, they shared a slow kiss and without words she got up and went to take a shower. With the hot water running over her and her orgasm past, she began to feel uneasy. What they were doing was tremendously exciting sexually: it was so hot to submit to Sean, and so delicious to have Michael be a part of the submission. All the orgasms she ever had paled compared to the ones she had while Sean was dominating her and her husband. It was tremendously exciting sexually, certainly; watching her husband turn her over to Sean brought her to new heights of sexual pleasure. She just wished she had more control over herself when she was sexually excited, and that Michael did as well. Were they playing with fire? She sighed and resolved to try to keep in control of herself in the future. ------------ "You know why you are here today?" Shawn zoomed the camera on Michael and Jessica. They were standing in the front of Jessica's classroom, holding hands. School had finished hours ago. "We are here because we disobeyed our black master," Jessica answered with a slight tremor. This was the reply she had been instructed to give for the camera. "What you do wrong?" "We didn't buy the right clothes for me to wear at school." "What should you have gotten?" "Something that fit me much tighter." Jessica was afraid that the clothes they bought following Shawn's instructions would raise eyebrows. The skirts she began to wear were within professional boundaries but showed off quite a bit of leg. But it turned out that Shawn was angry they weren't showing enough. "Damn straight. Jessie, you a fine piece of eye candy and you gotta wear something that shows off your body shape. Ain't right to disobey your black master." "No," Michael said now, following the instructions Shawn had given them. "Its not right." "How you gonna fix it boy? "I'd like to ask for you to punish us." They agreed to film this session after Shawn reassured them they would have the tape once they were done. Shawn was thinking long-term. He knew he'd get his hands on the video eventually. They were looking at him, and the camera, with nervous anticipation. He had given them only a hint of what was coming next. "Yea, I will punish you. I wanna hear Jessie ask for it." He turned the camera to Jessica as she cleared her throat and said, "Please punish us, master." "Mikey, the first part of the punishment will be your wife's spanking. Why don't you bend her over the desk, take off that skirt, and pull down her panties." He mentioned before this was coming. Shawn was looking for opportunities to make his hold on the couple stronger. Forcing some punishment on them would drive home the point that he was their master. It was good to do this in Jessica's classroom where she displayed authority over her students every day. He wanted her to be reminded of this humiliating ordeal whenever she taught her classes. Once Michael complied with his instructions, Shawn continued. "You, Mikey, will also be punished. You will wear your wife's panties while I spank her ass. I want you to know you are fully accountable for the bad decisions you make as a couple." This was a surprise. Michael turned bright red as he pulled down his jeans and briefs and slipped on Jessica's panties. All he could think about was how humiliating it was to be wearing them in front of his wife. The cotton felt soft to the touch and his penis was curled up in them uncomfortably. "Secondly, you are going to videotape.Take the camera and stand to the side. Be sure to capture your wife's face as she is being spanked." After passing the camera over to Mike, Shawn moved behind Jessica. He had no intention of making this overly painful of her; the point of this exercise was the humiliation of husband and wife, her naked ass over her desk in her own classroom, and his humiliation and obedience as Shawn took control. He gave her a quick slap. She yelped, surprising at how hard it landed on her bum. He gave her another. And another, again and again. He kept up a regular rhythm, making them progressively harder. Jessica gave off little whelps, and he noticed with satisfaction that they mixed pain and a little bit of arousal. He made sure to cover her ass entirely with slaps and he watched it slowly turning red. He brushed up his fingers against her cunt occasionally and, to his satisfaction, he saw she was slowly getting wetter. I'm dominating her in a way her husband never did, he thought. She must be loving it. "Your great-grandaddies probably owned my great-grandaddies but now two of you are my slaves. Think they'd have ever imagined it?" He didn't give them any time to answer and began to hit Jessica's ass again, harder than before. He saw that Michael's cock had popped out of the panties and he was slowly as he kept the camera steady with one hand. He kept on whacking her until her ass was dark red and a tear rolled down her face. Point made, he thought, and turned to Michael. "All right, Mikey, hand over the camera and turn your wife around." When the couple stood facing him again, holding hands, he continued. They made for a delicious sight, Jessica standing bottomless and wiping a stray tear, her cunt visibly moist, and Michael with his cock now barely fitting in the small panties he had on. "What do you say now?" "Thank you for punishing us," they answered in unison, as he had coached them beforehand. Time to start wrapping things up, he thought. "I gonna let you two have a treat now. I'm gonna film you two make love. Would you like that?" Both husband and wife nodded. In truth, they were very horny after everything that just transpired. "You gonna take instructions from me though. Jessie, lie down on the desk and turn your face to the camera. Mikey, pull your little penis out of your panties - don't take the panties off though - and put it in front of her cunt." They quickly did as he asked. Shawn saw, to his surprise, a lot of tender passion in their movements. He was dominating them more and more but their bond had not weakened. "Now Mikey, look at the camera and ask for permission to fuck Jessie." Michael gulped. "Uh, may I please make love to my wife, Sean?" "Is that how you address me?" Michael remembered the coaching Shawn had given them beforehand. "May I please make love to my wife, master?" "Yes, Mikey, go ahead, put that little thing in her." Michael slid his penis effortlessly into his wife's wet cunt and began pumping into her. After a few moments, she slid forward on her desk and wrapped her legs around him. "How does that feel Jessie?" "Mmmm," she said with obvious satisfaction, "it feels good." "Doesn't fill you up like my black snake, does it?" "No," she admitted, "it doesn't." "Why don't you tell that to your husband?" "Do I have to?" "Yes, you have to. I want you to tell your husband while he's inside of you." Jessica turned to Michael and looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry honey but you are small compared to Sean." "Just small?" Sean egged her on. "Okay, very small. You just can't measure up." Michael answered nothing and just kept on sliding into his wife harder and faster. "Now Jessie, having had a taste of my big black dick, you think you could go back to being faithful? You think you could be satisfied by your husband's tiny pecker?" Jessica closed her eyes and said nothing. Michael kept on thrusting. "Tell the truth," Shawn zoomed in on her face, "could you go back to being faithful?" She still didn't say anything and Sean decided to up the ante. "Do I need to spank you again to get you to answer?" "Uhh, no," she replied now, torn between her husband's fucking her and having to answer Shawn. She didn't know what the true answer was, but now, after having been dominated thoroughly by Shawn, there seemed to be only one response that felt right. "No, I couldn't go back to being faithful. I'm sorry honey," she said turning back to her husband, "but we're always going to be needing a black cock in this marriage." The humiliation of it all - wearing panties, being given permission to fuck his wife while she talked down to him - proved to be too much for Michael and he started to come. As he shot his load into his wife, the thought came to him that this was the best orgasm of his life. He couldn't remember having another one as powerful as this one. Focusing on Michael's deflated cock sliding out of his wife - it really looked very tiny now - Shawn smiled and turned off the camera. ------------ Driving back to his apartment that night, Shawn reflected with satisfaction on the day's session. He was getting Michael and Jessica used to ever-greater humiliations and solidifying his hold on them. But it was time to dispense with incremental steps and start pushing them farther past their boundaries. "They were a little bit too willing today," he thought, "and that means I didn't push 'em hard enough. Well, well, we'll just see how willing they are when I tell them what's in store next." Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 06 Author's note: this story is about interracial cuckoldry with strong themes of dominance, submission, and humiliation. Don't read if you aren't into that sort of thing. ***** Michael's first orgasm came as he watched Shawn make out with his wife on the couch. She looked lovely and elegant in her light summer dress, and it was strange and erotic to see his black lips on hers, her white hands wrapped around his neck. When she heard Michael grunt as he ejaculated she broke off the kiss and turned to look at him. "Already?" she said, sounding slightly disappointed. Michael looked down at his lowered shorts and nodded. He had been watching the two of them for less than a minute. It was all part of Shawn's game. He wanted to see how many orgasms Michael in the course of an evening spent watching him with his wife. Shawn gambled that each time Michael blew his load would cause Jessica to think a little less of him, particularly if he was made to do so in a humiliating way. So far, it seemed to be working, or so he inferred from the look Jessica gave her husband after seeing him shoot his load after barely a minute had passed. Michael had his second orgasm once again while his wife was making out with Shawn. They were petting each other rather heavily, and as he watched the dark black hand making its way up her legs beneath her dress, and the way her breasts were groped through the flimsy fabric, he could not hold it in. "I can't believe you've already come twice," Jessica said looking incredulously at him. He said nothing but he thought the remark was rather unfair. They were both very clearly turned on by the proceedings. Anyway, was it his fault that watching Shawn's rough hands maul his wife's tits through her dress was such a turn-on? Shawn's next move was to have Jessica model some lingerie. She had gone on a shopping trip with her husband earlier in the day, and Michael helped her pick out the pieces she was putting on now. It was shamefully arousing to watch his wife strut and turn for her black lover, as Shawn told which pieces he wants her to keep. Fortunately, Michael managed to avoid coming during this part. They had migrated to the bedroom next, Jessica looking stunning in a sheer teddie they had bought together earlier that Shawn insisted she wear. He watched them begin their foreplay with a slow massage, as Shawn had stripped nude and his wife lovingly ran her hands all over her black lover's body. His next orgasm came at hearing Jessica talk down to him. She was holding Shawn's massive black cock in her hands, running her hands up and down on it, the sort of slow and sensuous handjob she was great at, and taking a pause to look at her husband, she said, "You can't possibly expect me to be fully satisfied with yours after I've had this one." Michael knew she had been coached by Shawn to say it, and he knew she was being mean to him because turned him on, but he also knew there was an element of truth in it, his wife was now addicted to black dick, and he couldn't stop himself from ejaculating at the thought. The fourth and fifth orgasms were almost cheating on Shawn's part. After making Michael eat out his wife, Shawn started fucked her doggy style with her head in her husband's lap. Husband and wife held hands now even as Michael tugged himself, watching Jessica scream with the uncontrollable pleasure Shawn's black cock was giving her. She never screamed like that when they were making love. There was something primal and intensely erotic about watching her slender white body ravished by a massive black tool. She seemed to forget all about her husband, forget about everything except the cock fucking her so roughly. He hated to watch it and he loved it all the same, and in this hyper-aroused state the thought occurred to him that his wife was truly conquered by a stronger man. He came uncontrollably once more. His had his sixth orgasm watching the two of them make out once again. Shawn was just about to leave and standing in front of the door, Jessica saying good-bye with her arms wrapped around his neck, his tongue deep in her mind. She was freshly showered and nude with only a towel around her shoulder, beaming with the happiness he knew came from being well-fucked. "Thank you for giving me what I need, Master," Jessica said between kisses. Michael stood a few feet away from them, watching with his hand down his shorts. There was something revolting and yet deeply satisfying about watching his lovely and beautiful wife thanking her black lover for the pleasure he himself couldn't give her. "I'm going to be an obedient white slave for you, Master," Michael had heard his wife whisper. Something seemed a little different now: whereas before Jessica had hesitated and looked to be degraded by this sort of language, she now seemed full of enthusiasm for it. When Shawn had left, Jessica turned to her husband and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You really enjoyed this, huh?" Michael nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. "I love you honey," Jessica went on, "but you do scare me sometimes. Six times? You never come this much when we make love. It seems that you like watching me get fucked much more than you like actually fucking me." "I wouldn't say I like it more," Michael said defensively. "Its just..." He couldn't figure out how to complete the sentence. "Its all right," Jessica said. "Don't worry about it. I'm as guilty here as you are. Whenever he whips out his cock, I'm putty in his hands, and the more I hate what he is making me do, the more turned on I get. Why don't we just forget about it?" They had a perfectly normal evening for the remainder of the day, enjoying dinner together and relaxing in front of the television as if nothing had happened. But after she fell asleep that night, he got himself off twice more; once, remembering the contrast between the elegant way she looked in her dress and Shawn's rough black hands all over her; and once, thinking of her screams of pleasure as Shawn was pumping her with that massive black cock of his, her face contorted in ecstasy he could never give her. Michael and Jessica's Sexual Slaver Ch. 07 It was the sort of lunch break they were used to by now. Michael drove to a secluded spot not far outside the school while Shawn fondled his wife in the backseat. They were kissing very slowly, their tongues sensually moving against each other. His left hand was playing with Jessica's breasts, which were pulled out of her blouse. Michael had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. Once they got there - the destination being an out-of-reach spot in a largely abandoned industrial park - Shawn had pulled down Jessica's knickers and tossed them to Michael. Thereafter followed the usual bit of humiliating foreplay - Jessica was made to beg for Shawn's cock and Michael had to politely ask Shawn to give his wife the kind of fucking he himself could not - until, finally, Shawn lifted Jessica onto his lap and squeezed his cock into her. They were a little cramped for space, Jessica leaning forward as she straddled her lover, and it was Michael's job to rock his wife up and down Shawn's cock. After Shawn had his orgasm (and Jessica had several of her own as she was impaled on him) he got into the driver's seat. As he drove back to the school, Jessica sat beside her husband in the back, running her hands gently over the base of his cock and encouraging him as he jerked off. "Did you enjoy seeing me come?" Michael nodded as he stroked himself. "I fucking love having that huge black cock in me. I'm so sorry honey that you can't measure up. Every married white woman should have a black boyfriend, don't you think? It just wouldn't be fair to be deprived of these orgasms..." Shawn encouraged this sort of dirty talk, sometimes prompting it with direct questions and rarely encountering any resistance from the couple. Michael's cock always hardened at the humiliating put-downs. As for Jessica, Shawn knew that she was in her submissive state now and would be only turned on at the degradation. "But you love it, don't you?" Jessica said as she gently ran the tips of her fingers over her husband's balls. "I think you like watching me fuck a black man more than you like fucking me yourself, isn't that right?" Michael had a couple of orgasms this way but was still hard when they approached the school. Shawn pulled over on the side of the road so that he could have another orgasm. There was something pathetic about Michael having so many orgasms as his wife talked down to him Shawn wanted Michael to look as pathetic as possible in front of his wife. They were late when they finally got to the school and Shawn dropped them off at the front door. He told them he would park the car and drop off the keys with them later. Which he did - but not before making a side trip to the couple's home. Shawn had the day off, and with Michael's car keys in his hands he had plenty of time to search the couple's house until he found what he was looking for: the stash of pictures and videos Michael had filmed since the beginning of his cuckolding. Which is how Shawn came to blackmail the couple. There was some damning material in there. For one thing, there was the picture of Jessica in her wedding gown, exchanging rings with Michael as she was fucked by Shawn from behind. It would be very embarrassing to them if it were to make its way on the internet and be seen by their friends and colleagues, parents and relatives. But more than that, there was the video of them fucking in Jessica's classroom after Shawn had spanked her. And there was the picture of Jessica writing "Mrs. Jessica Sutton is a black cock whore" on her blackboard as she was railed by Shawn from behind. They would certainly lose their jobs if this material were to become public, and, provided the pictures and videos were googleable, neither of them would ever find another job again. ------------------------ Tyrone parked near the address his coach wrote down. It was the sort of neighborhood he usually tried to avoid: upscale, full of white people who looked at him as if they were wondering what he was doing there. Why the hell did coach tell him to come to Mrs. Sutton's house? Although she was crazy hot, Mrs. Sutton was his least favorite teacher. She had given him detention no less than six times this semester. The last time was two weeks ago, when he slapped the blonde bimbo who sat in front of him after she snidely called him a dumb nigger. She had it coming, he told the angry Mrs. Sutton, but that only seemed to enrage her further. He rang the doorbell and moments later Mrs. Sutton herself opened it. As always, she looked stunning. She had began to wear more revealing outfits to school lately, and he had been catching lots of glimpses of her cleavage in class whenever she went over. Now she was wearing short shorts which showed off quite a bit of leg and a tight top that made transparent the outline of her breasts. "Come in, Tyrone," she said, sounding a bit apprehensive. Coach was there as well, bumping fists with Tyrone as he entered. There was an awkward silence and then coach nodded to Mrs. Sutton. "Uhmm," Mrs. Sutton seemed to be at a loss for words. "I have heard that you had your best game of the season last night. Congratulations. " "Thanks, Mrs. S." "After consulting with your coach here," she threw an angry glare at the coach , "I thought I'd give you a special reward." She paused again and her voice shook slightly as she continued. "I'd like to give you a massage. Would you like that?" A massage? What the ...? "I guess," Tyrone said. "Trust me boy," his coach interjected, "you gonna like this." "Aight," Tyrone said. "If coach says so." Mrs. Sutton looked down on the floor. After a moment, she seemed to collect herself and took Shawn by the hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms on the floor floor of the house. She closed the door after they entered. "Why don't you undress yourself and get comfortable?" There was an attached bathroom and she disappeared into it. Undress himself?! He took off his shirt and pants, keeping his underwear on. It was a few minutes later when she came out of the bathroom. "Holy Shit Mrs. S!," he blurted out. She was wearing transparent lingerie. Her body was absolutely perfect, slim and toned yet shapely and feminine. He felt his cock stirring. She was carrying a tray of oils which she put down beside him. She seemed angry, as if she was the verge of tears, but she said nothing. She avoided his eyes as she squirted the oils onto her hands and ran them over his chest. When she got to his groin, her hands began shaking a little. She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath; then, in one swoop, pulled down his underwear. His cock was fully erect now and she seemed to stare at it transfixed. She lightly ran her hands over it, feeling it grow further under her touch, before taking the oils and pouring them on it. "You have a big cock," she quickly said, seemingly in spite of herself. He chuckled. "Sure do. Is it bigger than your husbands?" She nodded. Her hands began to move up and down on it. Tyrone could not believe that the same teacher who gave him detention only two weeks ago was now giving him a handjob. "Its at least twice as long and three times as thick.・ "Aint black cocks better?" She blushed and nodded again. He reached over and began to paw at her breasts. She didn't seem to resist and he pulled them out of the lingerie which hid little regardless. They were a perfect C-cup, not too big but still enough to squeeze in your hands. He leaned forward and squeezed them, first softly and then harder. She moaned and started rubbing her hands on his dick faster. "Yo, teach," he said amused, "You like having a black cock in your hands, don't you?" "I can't help it," she said, sounding desperately ashamed. She began to run her tongue all over his balls and the base of his cock. Any trace of the reluctance she seemed to feel earlier was gone; she seemed lost in the task of licking his shift, of running her tongue up and down the length of his cock and jerking him. "Fuck yeah," he said. He couldn't believe he was getting a handjob from Mrs. Sutton of all people. "This is what you were made to do, teach," he laughed. "None of your dumb-ass lectures. You were made to service black cocks." She nodded again. She was far too horny to feel ashamed now. "You're right, Tyrone," she said, licking his balls enthusiastically. She felt no hesitation as she spoke now. "I was made to be a black cock whore." He laughed again. "I think you my favorite teacher now." She looked amazing with his cock in his hands, its darkness so starkly contrasted with the lily whiteness of her face. He felt himself about to come and angled his cock towards her. He had never come so much in his life. He shot load after load all onto her until her face seemed covered in jizz and it dripped down over her breasts and down the rest of the body. "Gotta say teach, that was a great massage!" He laughed, taking sight of his teacher covered in his semen. He would not forget this moment. From now on, as he sat in Mrs. S's boring class, listening to her boring-ass lectures, he'd remember her as she was now, in front of him with eyes shut and groping blindly for a towel to wipe her face. Damn, he suddenly thought, coach promised a reward to whoever runs the most yards EVERY week! He would have to really up his game. Next week, he knew he would play harder than he ever had in his entire life.