7 comments/ 90872 views/ 25 favorites Taken, and Loving It By: qualitywheat Taken, and loving it, 'eventually!' Here I was on my knees on my own bed with a black cock all the way in my open mouth, I was actually on my knees between his open legs, he was leaning in a sat up position against my headboard, my husbands and my headboard. He had his hand tight in my hair, my long blond hair, partly in a pony tail because some of my hair hanging from the sides was swaying around his big cock and balls as I was being pumped up and down on it. It was big, it was hard, it was veiny, the head was smooth, spongy, velvety, and the big ridge when he pushed my head down over it made my lips almost slap shut As a woman I couldn't help but feel a little proud and pleased with myself, because without me being forced to suck and slurp it, he wouldn't have the hard on that he had right now! Perverse? Yes, but altogether a real reality. Even though I was being forced to do it, and knowing it would soon be battering my pussy, he lifted my mouth off him, and pushed it down onto his swollen balls, I knew what was wanted from me, and as I said, being in the position I was in, I wasn't going to refuse, he had told me if I did, I would get more than a another little slap! I had already been spanked hard on both cheeks of my arse to let me know who was in charge and nothing was up for discussion or negotiation! I bent my head and sucked, licked and slurped at his testicles, I sucked one into my hot mouth and twiddled at it with my tongue. I must confess I was getting a little turned on too, because I knew if I did as told I would be okay and not get slapped by him again, it also gave me a little power over him too, womanly power, the power a woman has who turns a man on, and make him want her to satisfy him. My hands were flat on the bed either side of his hips, what sent me into orbit was his sudden gentle nipping of my nipples hanging straight down from my body, it took me by complete surprise, and I couldn't help but moan over the soft nut in my mouth! How did I get here? Let me explain, and also a little about me, and my husband who would now be sat at his desk probably, while his previously innocent and very faithful wife was being ravished. He had called a neighbours house to ask if their son Mark, could do some work in the garden, and garage, and that my husband would pay him for, they lived about 5 doors down from us. They are Headingly and Mabel Winsome, their 20 year old son, as I've said is Mark, they are a black family from Africa somewhere, Somalia I believe, and very very nice, as is/was their son. He came around the next morning early to see Mike, my husband, before he went to work so he could show him what he wanted, there was no rush so it was agreed that Mark would call as and when he felt like it. I also noticed him ogling me when Mike wasn't looking, I enjoyed it, knowing I was exciting him; It was still very early morning, about 7:00 am, and I was wearing a short silky dressing gown, tied loosely at my waist, and I was wearing heels, I always have heels, I wouldn't be seem dead without them. I am a naturally flirty girl, although I am 29 years old now. But I have always been steadfastly faithful, and never ever had I been with another man in my life. He came around the following morning about 10ish, I was dressed, he did some work, I gave him something to drink, he continued to ogle me, and although I was a little uncomfy with it, it still didn't stop me flashing my eyes, or giving a little twirl for him. Mark is 20 years old, well built, works out, I have seen him exercising and running, so I know he is really fit, very good looking, broad in the shoulder, narrow at the waist and strong legs, over 6ft tall, completely bald shaved head, very masculine looking and manly in his ways, even though he is only 20. Me? I am Jenny Smith, 29, married 7 years, known my husband for 10 years, I'm 5ft 8" tall, thick blonde long silky hair, and in certain light, would be termed as 'dirty blonde' which I take very great care of, I'm good looking, huge green eyes, some might say better than very good looking, but its not my opinion to say so. Long legged, have my bumps and points in all the right places, I like to dress well, love my short skirts and tops, stockings and all the rest of it, just like any normal woman. He left that day saying he would be back in the morning, and while I reproached myself for teasing him a little, I knew I would do it again tomorrow, and more to the point my husband did too, because he loved it, but he also knew I was his, no messing!!! The next day, as I was at the door giving Mike his farewell kiss, Mark came down the drive, said he was early because he had a lot to do that day, I didn't know, 'that a lot to do' today was going to be me! Mike left, Mark went down the side of the house, I went into my kitchen, and there he was, in and out of the garage working away, I left it for and hour or so, then went and asked him if he wanted coffee, 'in 5 minutes' he told me, 'and I'll be in, and finished out here for the day.' I was still in my dressing gown, the short silky one, panties underneath, no bra, and backless high heel sandals, tied with a bow in the middle, I didn't give it a thought, Mark came in, asked to use the bathroom, and disappeared upstairs while I made coffee. I heard him moving around, what I didn't know was he was having a very quick wash, and put on a clean 'T' shirt he had brought with him. He came down, I handed him his coffee, he had a couple of swift drinks, put it down, walked over to me, I didn't move because I never expected to happen, what happened. He bent in front of me, put his arm behind my legs, and in second I was up over his shoulder, he captured an arm, walked to the back door, locked it, walked around the house downstairs, checking it was all locked, I realised afterwards, and then I started shouting at him to put me down, 'sorry' he said, 'no can do now.' I was carried upstairs in double quick time, struggling and shouting all the way, my first thought was he was going rob me, and then I understood in my head that I was the intended victim, and robbery wasn't on his mind, well not monetary values, but my marriage fidelity was in serious jeopardy. I was unceremoniously dumped on the bed, and he immediately climbed on top of me, facing away, and while I was still face down, I felt him yank up my dressing gown, my flimsy panties were unceremoniously ripped off my body, and then he proceeded to spank me, and very hard too, as my spanking was taking place he informed me that if I didn't obey him, I would be continually spanked until I did. I was in tears, not only with the pain, but the humiliation of this walloping, and by an almost black stranger, but also in the certain knowledge of my subjugation to him. I begged him to stop, pleaded, cried in despair, 'will you do as you are told and obey me?' he yelled. 'Yes, yes, yes, please please stop,' I wailed. He did thank goodness, 'You've been teasing and flirting with me since the moment I came here, so Im taking what you've been offering me ok?' He said. 'But I never meant it,' I whimpered. 'Too late to back track now babe, Im having you, and that's it!' 'You are far too much of hot pussy, to be missing out on what I'm gonna give you,' he told me. 'Please don't, I'll give you anything you want, but please don't do this,' I begged. I really was in fear now. He laughed, and said, 'don't worry babe, you're gonna give me anything, and everything I want, that is a given honey,' 'Spread em,' he said, still on top of me holding me down. 'What?' I asked, 'I don't know what you mean?' 'Your feet, spread em wide, and now!' He growled. I hesitated a little; I suddenly received a mighty blow on my already tender buttocks. 'Now' He ordered. I did as told. 'Wider.' I pushed my feet as far apart as I could. 'Good girl,' he told me, and proceeded to massage and caress my aching bottom. I must confess I was grateful for his kind attention, little knowing he was playing good cop, bad cop with me. He was using both hands, one on each of my round firm buns. I unknowingly started to slide my feet together because it felt better that way, immediately I received 2 more stinging blows to each one. 'Keep em spread,' was his angry order. I did, and suddenly I was being caressed again, it felt so good, I was again grateful to him, for being nice to me. After some minutes, he slowed and I felt one hand in the centre of my back, and then I realised, because he was being so slow, that his hand was sliding down over my bum. And the pressure was in one finger, I could feel it, it was agonisingly slow, for some reason I found myself wishing he would hurry and get to where ever it was it was going! It reached my bum hole, he pressed, but not hard enough to go in, but hard enough never the less. I couldn't stop the low moan that escaped my lips, if I had been able to look in his face as he was doing this, I would have seen him smiling in victory, he already knew I was going to be his, but I didn't, not yet anyway. He continued on his oh, so very slow merry way, I was unable to stop my bum pushing upwards to meet his wanton finger. It slid it's agonisingly slow way over my quivering pussy, but he never put it in me? I got another slap on my bottom; he jumped up, and said, 'get up honey, time for some real fun now.' Again I hesitated, his flat hand raised into the air, I was off that bed like lightening! 'Lose the robe and shoes babe, now.' I did as told and stood before my black attacker, what was I going to do to get out of this, I just didn't know. I wanted my husband to come home and save me, but I knew that, short of a miracle that wasn't going to happen. 'Get back on the bed, in the centre, face the headboard and kneel down on your haunches.' He told me. Again I did as told. I saw him out of the corner of my eye walk behind me. I could hear movement, but daren't turn round to look, tears were still leaking from my eyes. 'Close your eyes, and lower your head, and don't you dare to look,' he told me. I did as he said. I felt the bed move, then I felt him touching my hair, he was taking his grip, though I didn't know what he was up to, just yet. Holding my head still down in a tight grip, he said to me, 'okay babe, open those big green eyes and take a look at your immediate future. I did, and was confronted by a sight I had never even imagined in wild fantasies, either on my own, or sharing with Mike my husband. I was looking at his cock, in his big hand pointing at my face, the mushroom head was glowing at me, it seemed to be smiling at me, red, purple, mauve, dark, he waved it a little, so I could see past the head, it was long, longer than my husbands, by about an inch or more, and thicker too by at least half an inch, the head was smooth and shiny, the ridge was very pronounced, and as I was soon to experience, a real pleasure giver, that I would be unable to resist. He smelled a smell I didn't know; I was later able to determine that it was man smell, musk, male, power, alpha! All my life I have been able to get my way with any man, even my Daddy, boys at school, in my teens, but not this 20 year old man/boy, he must have had lots of success with women, because he knew very well how to handle me. For the first time in my life I wasn't in control, I am in control of my husband in bed, I get my way whenever I want, when he thinks he's 'got me' it's only because I let him, but it's how we like it so? That's when he pushed my head down and I got the first taste of his cock, black cock too, I had fantasised it before but never ever thought it would happen, and not like this. I had no option to do, as he made me do. I sucked and slurped as hard and fast as I could, this is where my hormones took over, his black cock hardened in my mouth, my womanly pride took over, knowing it was me, and me alone that was making him as hard as this. This was my very first experience with another man, I had only ever known my husband, we had talked in bed of me being ravished by a big black man, because I am a natural blonde, but had never intended it to go any further, yet here I was, living our fantasy, albeit unwillingly. I was getting more and more turned on, there is no doubt about it, and I knew I was going to do whatever he told me to do, and the unwillingness was leaving me in droves. That's when he directed my mouth at his testicles and I attacked them for all my worth, after I while I heard him grunting, he pulled my head up and jammed his big hard cock back into my mouth, let go of my hair, I marvelled at the erotic sight as I knelt between his muscular legs, of my blonde hair and white skin against his charcoal black! His hand came out of my hair, reached underneath me and squeezed my fully erect and very sensitive nipples; I couldn't stop the involuntary moan and groan that elicited itself out of my mouth over his cock! That's when he shot his load, my mouth filled to overflowing, he put his hand on the top of my head to stop me pulling off, I swallowed as much as I could, I was gobbling away like a Christmas turkey. I got most of it down, but what really amazed me was the taste, I was wonderful, it surprised me totally because it was utterly different from Mike's. He sprawled before me, seemingly totally spent, I hoped that this would satisfy him, and he would let me go, WRONG! My trouble was I was so turned on now, I was saying to myself, get away while you can, but my body was saying, you ain't going anywhere girl, you are gonna get the fucking that you so badly need, so you just wait right there, until he tells you what to do next! I did! The feeling of out of body experience seemed to wash through me, I knew where I was, what I was doing, what I had just done, but I didn't seem to be the person there that was me? He grabbed my upper arms gently, and pulled me up to him, he rolled me over on to my back and covered my body with his, the next thing I knew, he was kissing me in such a loving way I couldn't help but respond to him, I moved my body into him, he knew, I knew, who was making this happen, and it wasn't me! My submission to him was increasing by the second and as I had never experienced such a feeling, it overwhelmed me, along with his subtle domination, power over me; I responded completely, I loved it. I was ready to be made love to by a man, who knew his woman already, this woman! My left arm went around his neck, my right hand sought his big beautiful cock, that was hardening under my ministrations. He was stoking my body, up and down, round and round, pulling, twisting, pinching my nipples in a way that was driving me to distraction, how could a 20 year old be this knowledgeable, and experienced was beyond me. God, I had never felt this way about any man, I love my husband, but this was to me, uncontrollable, undeniable, I have never wanted to make love like this before. He said to me, 'you have 2 choices' here babe, both will happen, you get to choose which comes first okay?' 'What are they?' I gasped. 'Do you want me to make love to you first, or do you want to be absolutely hammered by me, and fucked silly, by your very own big black cock, right here in your marital bed right now?' No contest. 'I want to be hammered please, please, please Mark,' I moaned. With no more ado, he was on me, and in me in a flash, his prick filled me like never before, every nook and cranny of my pussy seemed to be stretched to the limit, wonderful, wonderful wonderful! I could feel the bulbous mushroom of its head bashing against my cervix, I was bouncing up and down on the bed like it was a trampoline, his prick as he withdrew it and hammered it back in, caused red hot friction on the walls of my super heated pussy, just literally obliterated my addled mind. Never in my life, had my husband been anywhere even close to this. I orgasmed almost immediately, then again, and seemingly again and again, but as I had just blown him, it took him a while to cum, but he pounded and pounded me, I was in pain, in agony, in heaven, in ecstasy, in love, all the things a woman can feel when she is being fuck loved like this. His kisses were never ending, his tongue was like a black velvet rope swirling in my willing mouth, his grip on me was like death throes, as was mine on him, I was hanging onto his body for dear life now. Then he came to a sudden stop, I didn't know why, then he started grunting, and drove his wonderful cock all the way into me, and blasted what felt like a bucket load of spunk right into me, it felt like it had gone up into my throat, such was the power and intensity of his ejaculation! I automatically came again around his gorgeous black love pole. He collapsed on me, and held me there by sheer body weight while he recovered from it himself. I felt his cock soften a little, not knowing it never had any intention of going right down, it still had unfinished business with my now submissive body. I had my arms and legs all around him, I didn't want him to get off me, all women know that feeling of utter satisfaction, (well nearly all) and I certainly did now! Though I hadn't known it until this day; I thought I had felt it many times while making love with my husband. But now I knew different, there were men, and there were men, Mark was a man among men, I realised that my husband was now in 2nd place all by himself, I knew this could not possibly end here, I didn't want it to, and as long as Mark wanted me I was going to be his. That's when the bomb dropped; we hadn't had any children, why? We didn't know, I had had all the tests possible, as had my husband, he was perfectly okay, and I was too, we hadn't had children because nature was deciding it, and for no other reason. But now, I had been mightily and very forcefully injected with another mans sperm, and jet black sperm too, now what was going to happen? I was right in the middle of the fertile peak in my cycle; my pussy was awash with Mark's black love juice . And I knew for certain it had already found its way to where the Good Lord had intended it to go, would it make me pregnant? Oh my God I hoped not, because I knew my faith would never allow an abortion. I was slowly coming to my senses, and mulling over the idea of saying to Mark, he must go, that I had made a serious error in flirting with him, that I loved my husband, that this would never happen again, and he had to leave. My mind was in complete turmoil, and I think Mark must have guessed by the look on my face what I was thinking, because he had recovered too, and he just lifted himself over me, put his hands under my thighs, lifted them up, my feet were over his shoulder before I had time to draw breath and he was at me again. Any decision I may or may not have made was removed by one mighty, forceful and very dominant thrust, by his black steel rod. And he kept his word, this time he made love to me, soft, gentle all consuming powerful love, I had the mightiest orgasm I had ever ever had, it literally blew me apart, and I think his did to him too, my husband was strictly 2nd rate now. I hated to admit it to myself, but it was the unmistakable truth, nothing in my life had readied me for this, I was in a place, hitherto unknown to me, but I knew there was more to come, and lots more places to be taken to by my now beautiful black lover. I had been taken against my will, raped and abused, so I could have him jailed for sure, but if you could show me a woman who had been transformed this way, and wanted revenge, I would show you a liar! He must have taken about 15 minutes loving me, gentle, insistent, long, hard, powerful, tender thrusting of his dynamic love rod, and I have to admit I gave back, (maybe not as much) as good as I got. Taken, and Loving It Ch. 02 Well, my husbands reaction to my confession of an affair was not what I had expected, he wasn't happy, that was for sure, but I had at least expected something, a row, a violent thumping of walls, smashing things, name calling, shouting, and even some tears, but no, he apologised for purposely putting me and our marriage in harms way, not to mention my deliberate flirtatious ways, especially to Mark, my very vibrant powerful, dominating, (in a kind way, apart from my backside walloping) Alpha male young 20 year old black lover. I had been taken by him of that there was no doubt, legally raped Im sure, but I had willingly and wholeheartedly submitted to him, and now I was so engrossed, I could not deny my love or need for him, I know I could never give him up, I think it will only happen when he releases me back to Mike, even though I still felt I loved my husband, my 2 problems were going to be, (if they occurred) were, would my husband demand I gave up seeing Mark. Number 2 was, was I, could I, already be pregnant by Mark now, he had filled me for 2 weeks with his sperm in every hole in my body, no protection had been used, my belly was awash with his spunk! It dripped out of my pussy on many occasions, literally fell out there was so much of it, and I still wasn't used to the force of his injection of sperm into me, the feeling was and still is sublime, it's that woman thing of contentment that happens during her mans ejaculation, that her body has brought him on to. He had first taken me right at the start or onset of my fertile period, I was due to begin my cycle tomorrow, I am fairly regular in my terms so I was expecting a bleeding tomorrow or at the latest, the following day, which would determine if I was to be 'with child.' Mike had mentioned all this, he had said (with feeling) that he would not bring up a black bastard's baby, so that would be a choice to make solely for me, to terminate, or the marriage would be over! For me it was a decision I didn't think I could ever make, my faith would not allow an abortion. We talked long into the night, didn't resolve anything really, and he slept in the spare room that night, the first time we had done that, and I didn't like it one bit, it made me realise that he was more important to me than I had given serious thought to. I slept fitfully, so did Mike apparently, but he went to work, I had thought he would call in sick and stay at home to have it out with Mark, but he didn't, and off he went, an hour later Mark was with me. I needed solace, comfort, someone to hold me, tell me I was loved and not worthless like I was feeling right then, Mark provided me with that, and I was soon responding to his soft kisses, gentle touch, My God does he know how to push my buttons, I was practically begging for him to make love to me, or just plain fuck me big time, either was good for me. He didn't wait, told me to get over the table, where he ripped my panties off, undid his own, and rammed his already hard firm black prick right up into my wet dripping pussy, soaked his dick in my juices, it blew the breath right out of my submissive body, I still couldn't believe how this man/boy could make me feel, and submit the way I was doing, when this had never occurred to me before. I came just about straight way, he for his part he didn't, then after I'd cum, and I was just flopped over the table; he pulled his cock out and shoved it unceremoniously hard up my defenceless and still sore arse, I screamed and tried to get up, he put his hand in the middle of my back and just hard butt fucked me, I surrendered to him, crying, weeping, loving my demise and subjugation, to my now seemingly 'Black master' though I hesitate to use that term, I could think of no other term for the position I was in, and I don't mean over the table. He carried me upstairs still embedded in my backside, and finished himself off by flooding my open bowels with what seemed like a bucket full of cum. After that, he collected me in his loving arms and just loved me, petted me, caressed me, held me tight, no escape, he was laying claim to me now and I really could see no way out. We spent 4 more hours making love and it was an equal session, he responded to me as I responded to him, we had a fantastic time, I loved being on the floor next to the bed, sucking his mighty prick until he came not only in my mouth but all over me too. I decided that I and my husband had to resolve the issue, I didn't know what the outcome was going to be, but it certainly wasn't what I could possibly have expected, Mark left around 4:00 saying it was about time he moved in, and possibly Dave moving out, or into the spare bedroom, this shocked me to the core. That night Dave and I had a real heart to heart, I told him I still loved him with all my heart, and I do, he said he still loved me too, I told him what Mark had said, he looked at me horrified, asked me if that was what I wanted? I said to him that I honestly didn't know, but that I also thought I really didn't want to lose my marriage or my husband either. 'Okay then,' he said. 'I will resolve this tomorrow, and it will be final too.' I had no idea what he meant, he went into the spare room again, I wanted to go to him but I daren't, there was something in his demeanour that I had never seen, that made me stay away from him that night. The following morning, we had a civilised breakfast, I asked him what was the programme, he went and phoned Mark, and asked him to call round, he arrived 30 minutes later, I could see in his face that he knew he was in control and I was his, Dave said to him. 'Mark, I want you to leave this house, leave my wife alone and never darken my door again.' Mark was shocked to say the least, he told Dave I was his now and he had better be careful or he would be thrown out of his own house. Dave smiled, walked to Mark and laid him out with one punch, Mark was on his back in the kitchen, Dave grabbed his collar, dragged him to the back door, and sat him against the wall outside, when he came to, Dave stood him up, told him again to stay away or there would be more trouble than he could handle, Mark went to grab him, Dave spun and threw him over his shoulder with a thud he landed on his back on the grass, I was speechless, where had my husband learned to be like this? Dave knelt over him, slapped his face really hard several times. 'Now,' he said, 'last warning, you ever come here again, or contact my wife in any way, I will put you in a wheel chair, understand me?' He threatened. Mark could only mumble a 'yes.' Dave hauled him to his feet, guided him out of the garden, warned him a last time and sent him on his way. He came back to me, I was very contrite, I was now expecting a good hiding from this masculine man I had never met? 'Inside,' he ordered, 'now get up those stairs right now,' he bellowed. I did hurry as fast as I could, now in real fear. He grabbed me, kissed me, told me he loved me, I was his and his alone he said, and 'did I understand him now?' 'Yes' I happily whispered. 'No more of Mark or else,' he told me. 'Never, never,' I responded, 'I love you so much Dave, I'm so sorry, it will never happen again I promise.' 'No it won't,' he replied. 'Unless, I say so!' With that we went to bed, and made love, I never spoke to Mark again, and while what we had was fantastic, it couldn't compare to what Dave and I have now. This was all one year ago, I do have a baby; I was pregnant, as I had thought, and my beautiful little boy looks exactly like his daddy Dave. Taken, and Loving It Ch. 03 It has been 6 months since my husband had reclaimed me from my black lover Mark, I had heard he had left town, I had seen his mother who had told me, and also that I was a slut for black cock and always would be, I was so shocked I couldn't reply, but I was relieved that no further indiscretions would take place on my part. I know my husband, bless him, had scared him off with a real beating that had totally demoralised him, he hadn't expected it, and certainly, neither did I! This was a part of him I didn't know existed, I realised he must have been one of those quiet ones that until something threatened his very existence never took any real action, well he had acted, and now Mark was out of my life, but I did still miss his cock, and manpower in my pussy. I also knew that if I bumped into him ever again, his cock would be in me within minutes. I had settled back into my life, but as much as I loved my husband, he just didn't cut it in bed, I did have orgasms, but not the shattering ones Mark had made me have whilst in his power. I couldn't help looking a a black man or boy when I saw one, and wondered if he had a cock like Mark's and also wondered if he could use it like him, I sometimes had to slap myself to stop staring at a black body. My husband was trying his best and I responded to him in everyway, I made sure he got what he wanted, a loyal loving wife, who catered for his every need, so he was happy, I know that, It was me who was out of kilter, I just couldn't stop thinking of being fucked by a cock bigger than the one my husband had, it was as simple as that. I was determined to be faithful to my hubby, and never put myself in harms way, or in a position where temptation could take over, or opportunity could present it self. I was teaching myself to be happy with what I had, but it was a struggle, the trouble was, I knew it was only sex, I didn't want to love someone else, I just wanted to be fucked by a black man again, I just wanted a cock, a bigger one again. Then my phone rang at 9:00am one morning, a woman asked me if I was missing a gold necklace? It took me by complete surprise because I was, I was sure Mark had taken it, it was my grand mother's who had passed it on to me, but I had never told my husband about it's disappearance because I knew it would cause more ructions somewhere. I answered that, yes I had a gold necklace that had disappeared, she asked me to describe it, I did, and she confirmed that the necklace she had was the one. I asked her who she was, and did she want a reward, she said a reward of some sort would be nice, she identified herself as Mark's mother Mabel, my heart sank, I didn't want to go there again, I suggested meeting her at her convenience. Her reply was that I should go to her house, as a black person been seen going to mine would be inappropriate, this was said with a sneer in her voice. I asked where Mark was, she replied stiffly that he wasn't there. I yielded after asking her to meet me in town and she refused. So I decided as I was a woman, seeking something that meant so much to me, I dressed accordingly, nice, feminine, hair up, little make up, I knew Mark's mother was a really good looking lady for her age, around 40 or so, so while I didn't want to usurp her, I didn't want to be seen as out doing her in anyway, I didn't want to antagonise her either. I asked my immediate neighbour to look after my son, and round I went to her house, I knocked on the door, and it opened, she was dressed to the nines but in a demure way, it was the first time I had really looked at her, and she was lovely, I had to admit. She invited me in, and led me to her back reception room, their house was a very large bungalow, she appeared to be on her own as I was dreading Mark being there, because that would have complicated it greatly. She left saying she would make us a coffee and that we could have a chat, I wasn't sure I really liked this, I just wanted my necklace and to leave. A couple of minutes later she called me, I rose and went to her kitchen, but she wasn't there, I called to her and she replied from another room, I followed her voice to what was her bedroom, in her hands was my necklace, I sighed with relief to see it again, I stepped toward her to retrieve it, and that's when 2 black arms encircled me. 'Oh no,' I thought to myself, I've been tricked and Mark was here, I was trapped in his arms and his mother was smiling at me. 'So you think you are so high and mighty, that you white sluts are better than us?' she asked me. Lips were kissing my neck, I struggled to break free but it was impossible, Mark's mother was now directly in front of me, she raised her hand and said that if I screamed I would be slapped a lot harder than Mark ever had, I was terrified. The arms around me moved, to my breasts, and started fiddling with my nipples. 'You just love black don't you Jenny, Mmmm?' She murmured. 'Well, I'll leave you two alone for a while, while you are taught again your real station in life Jenny.' Her giggle was in the air as she walked past me, and out of the room. I tried to twist away, wriggle to escape but I couldn't, it was impossible. He guided me to their bed and I was forced face down onto it, I just knew what was going to happen next, and it did, my skirt was forced up, my thong was ripped away, and my spanking started. He still had his left arm around me, his face in my neck, both my arms were trapped, and he thundered his hand at my bare arse, in between the slaps he kissed and nibbled at my neck, I was crying but getting incredibly turned on again, as I had known I would the second I was laid onto the bed. After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped, mumbled into my neck, what? I couldn't tell, but I knew I was going to be fucked, of that there was no doubt! His middle finger slid its way down to the crack in my arse, dipped into it then he made his way to my increasingly heating pussy. I was a bitch in heat, no way was I going to try to get away now, I was going to get what I had been yearning for for months, although I really had tried to deny it, it was impossible to do that. 'Stay there, and stay still,' he growled. I did. I heard him undressing and knew that in seconds his incredible cock would be where I wanted it so badly. He got on the bed; I stayed where I was because I knew that to disobey would mean being spanked again. Wrapping his arms around me, and told me to turn to him. I did. I nearly died with shock, it wasn't Mark, it was his father Headingly! I knew my mouth was wide open in surprise, and that's when he kissed me, and guided my hand to his cock at the same time, as my fingers closed around it automatically, I moaned in arousal, I had never ever even spoken to his dad, and here I was in a full state of arousal, with his cock in my groping hands, and now responding to the kiss I was under. He ripped at my clothes and got them off me, rolled me on to my back and climbed over me, I managed to glance down and saw his prick in my hand, it looked about the same size as Marks, then it was on its way into me, I had no say or input at this time, he wanted to fuck me, he was going to fuck me, and boy, as I was soon to find out, I was to get fucked, fucked and better fucked. It was heaven, I was in ecstasy in moments, I had at last got a bigger prick in me again, and I loved it, I didn't want him to stop at all. I was to learn pretty quickly that while he was a dynamic lover and a powerful one, and I could see where Mark had got his powers from, his father was a gentle powerful man, he cared about what pleasure I got from it, and I can tell you it was more than I gave, and I got so much from him, my orgasms seemed never ending. I had one last momentous orgasm, then he started grunting, and he ejaculated into me, I felt my womb and pussy flood with what seemed like gallons of red hot sperm. I collapsed under him, and he collapsed on the top of me, keeping him in me, but I didn't want him to move either, I was so contented now, I had got the cock I had wanted, and now I knew for certain that no matter what my husband said, I wasn't going to stop, even if I went further a field to find it, as I said before I didn't want love, I wanted fucking, and fucking I was going to have, and get. I looked at the clock, I had been here for 50 minutes, I was exhausted, had been furiously, and passionately fucked, and I was glorying in it, I was sated, satisfied, contented and spent, Mark had known, knew, how to fuck me, but this was different, this was animalistic tender loving, rutting at its best. I drifted away, not asleep but day dreaming as a woman does when she feels like this. I was resting when I heard him say, 'stay still baby okay?' 'Mmmm,' I responded. The next time I felt the bed move, I never opened my eyes, I just expected him to make love to me again, I would let him have any thing and everything he wanted, no permission required from me. It wasn't until I felt pressure around my head that I opened my bleary eyes, what I saw was something I hadn't ever expected, it was Mabel, naked and about to settle on to my face with her pussy, she grabbed my wrists, and forced them above my head, then shuffled forward to clamp my cheeks with her inner thighs, I kicked and struggled, but again I was overpowered, she moved further forward and dropped her pussy onto me, her juices entered my mouth, holding my wrists with one hand she pinched my nose to force me to keep my mouth open while she wiggled her way into position over me. 'Now,' she said, 'you just go ahead and satisfy me you white, black loving cock slut!' And with that she went to work on me, she reached behind her with her free and grabbed at my nipples, squeezing them hard and soft, and twiddling them as well, I felt them expand like they do when handled like this, and also harden, I love it when they treated firmly and this was no exception. I still hadn't licked or sucked, or lapped at her pussy yet, when I received a very firm rap with her knuckles on my forehead. 'Now get that tongue working girl, or pain is heading your way,' I was looking up at her glowering at me. I knew I was beaten and so I did as instructed, 'fuck me!' She exclaimed. I got a real good slap on the top of my head, 'do it properly, or we'll fall out big time,' she growled. I went to work as hard as I could, 'Mmmm, that's better,' I heard her whisper. 'You might just turn out to be a really good black pussy licker baby,' she told me. For some reason, this comment pleased me and I went at her slick juicy pussy even harder, I tried to bend my head upwards to please her more, then she just came on me, I had never tasted a woman before and it amazed me when her gorgeous honey nectar filled my mouth. I had to swallow it to breathe, so I did, and I can confirm it was a total pleasure to me, it was a lovely way to end my morning, being held down by this black beautiful woman was a turn on for me, what with me being a little, or a lot submissive, depending on your point of view. She slid down my body took me in her arms and kissed me, played with me, told me what a good slut I was going to be, to her and her husbands big black cock, I love being kissed, but this was different, this was a woman, kissing another woman, who had never experienced being kissed like this, it knocked my equilibrium for six. She told me she was going to teach me how to love her, and be a black cock slut, which in reality I already knew from being with Mark, that I was, and I would be taught to love her husband too, and that this would not be the last time this would happen. She also said, if I didn't go to them, they would come to me, either individually or together, but they would, it wasn't going to be an option to refuse, and my husband would have to get used to it, or another solution would have to be found, what that was I had no idea, yet! Headingly walked back into the room then, still naked, and ordered me to my knees, I obeyed immediately, he strode up to me, and just said, 'go on then, suck your new black cock,' and, oh boy did I suck it, Mabel spanked me and slapped me while ordering suck it harder, she kneeled behind me and went to work on my nipples and pussy with her knowing fingers. I have never orgasmed from that position, on my knees holding onto a mans hips, sucking suck a black powerful prick ,as I was mouth fucked and servicing him, and being driven crazy by a woman, but I did that day, as Headingly came in my mouth, I collapsed from the crashing orgasm that ripped through me. Mabel helped me to my feet, and to dress again, no pants, they were in bits, as was my blouse, but she loaned me a jacket to go home in. In her hallway, she told me there would never be a turning back now for me, this was different to Mark, he had told her everything, and she understood my needs and desires, and they would feed me my nourishment, my husband would not get the better of Headingly she warned me. I went home with a lot on my mind, I know what she had told me was true; I could never give this up, I knew I couldn't, and I knew I wouldn't, and I knew I didn't want to either, my husband was going to have to do a lot of soul searching when I told him of my feelings and my decision to keep on. I told him that night that I had been unfaithful again, and that I was going to keep on seeing my lover whenever I wanted, and if he didn't agree then our marriage would have to end, I was hard about it, I didn't want to be talked around, it was my way, or the high way! I eventually told him who it was, or rather they, he went ballistic, but I said, if you want me, you have to put up with it, he did for about a year, then he left, I moved in with Mabel and Headingly, then we moved away from gossiping neighbours, to a new house by the sea, and we have a wonderful life, they sent me on holiday on my own this year for 2 weeks, with a promise of a lovely surprise, when I checked into my hotel and shown my room, who was there for me? Yes you are right, it was Mark, what a fantastic 2 weeks I had, a lot of it spent under and on him, he loves his parents, and they love him, and now me. I have 2 other children now, both coffee coloured and they couldn't be more loved, or wanted. It's a strange feeling sharing different beds at home but it's worked out really well. Goodbye from a very happy, BBC slut, oh and I'm a black pussy worshipper too!! I don't like those words, but I can't think of a better or more appropriate one's, can you? Taken, and Loving It We lay in bed, in each others arms for quite a while after we had finished, I couldn't have got him off me, if my life had depended on it, I had to wait while he rolled away from me very slowly, his cock (sadly) popped out of my very slack pussy, well, it would be slack the next time my husband got in there! I was also still more than mesmerised by the contrast of our skins, my white, his coal black, my blonde hair against his body was fascinating me. I turned toward him and kissed his broad flat chest, sucked at a very black tight nipple, he cupped my face as I did, it was a gesture of love, love he had for me, and the same feeling washed through me too, I was in trouble here, and so was, my until and hour or so ago, my marriage. My eyes filled with tears, I was in turmoil, what was I going to do? I rolled off the bed, leaned over and kissed his soft lips, told him to get up as I had to remove the now very wet bed sheets, wet with my love juices, and wet with the copious amounts of cum he had pumped into me, Oh my God I thought, would I be pregnant? He got up, and nonchalantly walked into my shower saying, 'get in here as soon as you've done there, okay?' It wasn't a request, it was a matter of fact statement, an order, I obeyed, and quickly. And I was glad I did, what a time I had in there, I saw the full magnificence of his body, manhood, power, the contours were there for all to see, he really was an Alpha Male in my eyes, I was compelled to do as he asked without him asking or telling me, servitude wasn't in it. During that 30, 45 minutes in the shower, as well as spending time on my knees, for obvious reasons, he went down on his and licked me out, I swear I almost cleared the shower screens when I came! He fingered my bum hole, I squiggled and wriggled but he just held me against the wall while he drove it up and into me, the uncomfortable feeling, and some little pain gave way to immeasurable pleasure. Until he said.' how many time you been arse fucked Jenny?' 'I haven't.' I gasped. 'What? He said, 'Never.' 'No.' 'Well,' he said, that's gonna change and real soon too.' He laughed. 'I'm not having that curtain pole in me there,' I growled at him. That got me another walloping on my arse. 'Don't go against me Jenny,' he told me. 'I won't Im sorry,' I blubbed. 'But not today, tomorrow will be soon enough,' he laughed. He carried me back to bed, had his wonderful way with me again, and finished me off by 69ing me until I blew apart once more, his stamina was totally amazing, I don't know how he felt after fucking me again like that, but I was exhausted. He went and showered again, got dressed, cuddled up to me, kissed me, then told me I was the most amazing fuck he had ever had, and he couldn't wait for tomorrow to come around, so he could have me again. 'Two things for you to know Jenny,' he said, 'one you already do know, I am gonna fuck your arse so get ready anyway you like, but it will happen, okay?' 'The 2nd thing is, I'm gonna be fucking you and making love to you for a long time from now, get used to it, you are mine now, married? Yes, but you belong to me, so you had better get used to that too, right!' I could only nod my head, shocked, and stunned? Absolutely, but there was an acceptance in me at his words. 'Mark, please don't tell Mike, I would hate myself if he were to know.' 'Don't worry Jenny, he will never learn of this from me, that's a promise I swear to you darling.' He said to me. 'Oh Mark, thank you,' I went to him and kissed him, then he left after swatting my arse again, 'Mine tomorrow, get it ready.' And he left. I just lay in my bed and pondered what had taken place and tried to 'see' my future from this new perspective, even if Mike didn't find out about this, and the chances, I knew were that he would. I had been utterly and completely taken over by a young, albeit very good looking, and very masculine black boy, although he was a man of immense proportions in every way, including the power of his mind, and only 20 years of age, and I also knew there was no way back. I had fantasised about been blacked, had had massive orgasms with my husband about it, but never intended for it to ever happen in reality. But Mark had seen it in me, and had just decided to take me, and he had, I had offered up no real resistance, and now there wasn't any at all. Then a view of my immediate future popped into my head, the one I had thought of many times, me on my knees, head down, holding onto my headboard, a black man behind me, his cock right up my willing aching arse. But now it wasn't 'a black man' it was Mark I was seeing, and I was already willing and wanting it, and he had only just left me. I bathed for a long time, trying to ease out the kinks left in me by Mark, I remade the bed, threw the dirty bedding into the washer, dressed and started dinner for Mike, by the time he came home I was feeling better, certainly more satisfied than I had ever felt in my life. He didn't seem to suspect anything, but I kept my defences up in case, I said something I shouldn't have done, but the evening passed off without mishap. When we went to bed, I never turned him down, I pretended and went through the motions, but his cock didn't touch the sides, so well extended had my pussy been done by my mighty Mark. Mike seemed happy, but what really shook me out of my reverie, was his comment, about 'maybe I've put a little fella in there for us hey?' I was mortified; maybe already there was a little fella in there. A black little fella! I slept totally that night, I was completely exhausted, from Marks abusing of my body and the total fucking I had been subjected to, subject? There was a word that stayed in my mind. I didn't get up the next morning, Mike went off on his own, I was in the bathroom getting ready for Mark, I even pushed some baby oil up my arse and fingered myself too, I even tried pushing my dildo up, but couldn't manage it, how was Mark going to? I was ready for him to arrive, by 10:00 he still hadn't turned up, I was getting frantic, wanting him to be here and also getting a tad annoyed, he finally arrived at 11:30, blithely saying he had been busy. 'Busy? Busy? You were supposed to be here early.' I yelled at him. I was over the table in an instant, getting my still sore arse spanked again, that soon altered my state of mind, I begged him to stop, I told him I was sorry, and I wouldn't shout at him again. He pulled me up, took me in his arms and kissed me, I was so grateful, I almost cried. 'Now get you fuckin arse up those stairs get undressed, get on the bed, arse up in the air,' he raised his big black hand, but I was gone. I hurriedly got undressed, but made sure I looked my best, when I heard him coming up I bent my head down and made sure my arse was up in the air as ordered. 'Beautiful, just so fuckin beautiful, Oooh what a sight.' I heard him say, it filled me with immense pride and pleasure to hear him say that I can tell you! I risked indicating a bottle of baby oil and a tube of KY Jelly on the cabinet next to the bed. 'Great, just what the doctor ordered,' he said. With that he got undressed, I got a glimpse of that magnificent black weapon, and almost swooned, it was gorgeous, 'Oh Mark,' I whispered. Knowing where it would soon be, bathed me in fear, intrepidation and powerful lust and arousal. I saw his hand pick them up, and put them next to me, he then started on my further arousal by playing with me, squeezing and rolling my nipples, stroking me, feeling my clit, tickling my bum hole, he poked a finger in, and swirled it about, while kissing my neck and back. Boy did he know how to push my buttons, I felt like begging him right out to please fuck me now, any way, any how you to my want darling. He moved to my side and told me to suck his cock, I did, willingly, very willingly, he poured oil onto my arse I felt it running down me, then the tube of KY was used, he fingered it into me too. Then the point of no return, he got behind me, my fate was about to be sealed by this man of men, never had I ever shown any man such compliance, or subservience as him. 'Please Mark, don't hurt me, please.' I almost begged. 'Baby, it will hurt to start with, but try to keep relaxed, and push back at me slowly, just let it go okay?' He said. 'But Jenny, it is going to happen, which way is up to you, but you won't stop it, understand?' He almost growled. 'Yes,' I whimpered. It was his thumb first, widening me a little, but even that hurt. Then out it went, I felt what must have been the head of his black prick pushing at me, I pushed back as instructed, and "POP" in it went! I know I squealed, my legs shot backwards, my arse clamping onto his mushroom head, I pulled him down with me, the pain was tremendous, he held me tight, I wasn't going any where but into surrender. 'Relax baby, relax okay,' he said into my ear, he didn't move for a while until my stuffed arse started to adjust a little. Thank God for the oil and the KY I briefly thought! The pain subsided a little, until he moved his prick, then I yelped again, 'Shhh baby, relax' he whispered into my ear. I tried, I really did, and then after a space of time, it started to feel better. Mark was as gentle as he could be, and I loved him for that, then using his chest to keep me in place and my wrists in his hands, he slowly pushed it further in, the pain returned, I gritted my teeth, 'baby, baby, baby,' he murmured into my ear, 'you are totally, completely mine from this day on, aren't you,' he said to me. 'Yes Mark, yes,' I mewled back to him, and I was, I knew it now. Then my very first arse fucking got under way, I got more pleasure out of knowing I was pleasing him than anything else, even though I had an enormous massive orgasm as well, he rolled my nipples, played with my clit until I exploded, then he grunted, stopped fucking me momentarily, then shot his load into my already full arse, the feeling of my insides expanding as his cum filled me up even more sent me over the top again. I was going to want more of this, and I knew just the cock for the job, my husband Mike, he was going to be my ass fucker from now on; he wouldn't ever know Mark was screwing me there too. Mark slowly pulled out his now limpish cock, and lay next to me. 'Comments?' he asked. 'None at all sir,' I replied, 'except to say that, that was the most amazing experience I have ever had.' I was still face down, no strength yet to roll over to my man, my new man, I thought, is he my master? I pondered to no one but myself, is this what it feels like to be mastered, owned, utterly dominated in the way Mark was and had masterfully dominated me, and made me even want to be subservient to him? I managed to turn toward him, I pulled my hair out of its pony tail, and spread it across his chest, the contrast still stunned me, I kissed his shoulder, put my arm around him and held tight, I was beginning to feel I was in love with him now, nothing had ever happened to me like this, my husband had never had this affect on me, even though I never knew it! He turned his face to mine, our lips met, it was a kiss of pure unadulterated love, of that there was no doubt. I started to cry into him, I was ecstatic, desolate, happy, delirious, lost, I was in turmoil now, here I am a 29 year old housewife, in love with a 20 year old black boy, but a boy he was not! 'Come on,' he said, 'in the shower now okay?' I got off the bed and nearly fell down, my arse was on fire, and so sore, he just laughed and said, 'you had better get used to it Jenny, that, and the rest of you is mine now, yea?' 'Yes,' I replied, 'it is.' In the shower, he washed my arse, and fingered me inside too, I washed his cock and balls, which gave him another hard on, that got me a standing fuck against the wall, my God, he was unbeatable at this. I got pushed to my knees to suck him off, which I gladly, happily succumbed to. We went back to bed, but not before I pulled off the used sheets and put on new ones, we fucked once more that day before he left, and we fucked every day after except for Sat and Sun when Mike was home, in the middle of the following week, Mark said he wouldn't be seeing me on Friday, I asked him why, he told me was spending a long weekend with his girlfriend Stella, who was home from college, and he had some serious fucking to get on with, I was so stunned I couldn't speak, he told me it was okay, he was going to finish with her, because he knew if he told her about me, Stella would want me too, as she was bi sexual, and a blonde beauty like me was every black bi's dream. I told Mark I didn't want to, nor would I share him, that earned me a couple of hard shots to my sore arse, he said to me that, what I wanted and what I got wasn't up for discussion, and did I under stand him! And on top of that I had to tell Mike about us, I didn't want to, but I knew it was only right that I did. I broached the subject, but half way through my stammering confession, he told me he knew, a neighbour had mentioned the number of times Mark was here and the full days too. He was remarkably calm about it, and agreed it was partly his fault because we had fantasised about it, and he knew and felt excited about the dangers bringing Mark into our home, dangers that had come to reality. But what would our future be? To be continued...