2 comments/ 28588 views/ 9 favorites Blackballed By: qualitywheat I was laid face down over a table in his house; he had put a large fluffy towel on it for me to lie on. 'Don't want you to get roughed up baby.' He told me, this was said, as he was driving his thick black and long sausage meat, in and out of me for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time it felt like the first time too! How can one desire to have something not be happening, and yet be equally desirous for it to go on and on, and never stop? I had been here for the last five days, he had told me I could go home on Sunday afternoon, at the moment this was Friday lunch time. But, he had said to Jim, my husband, if he doesn't come up with his money, I'll be back for another week, and it'll keep happening until he does. Who is he, who am I, and who is Jim? Well, let me try to explain things as best as I can. He, is Mathew Roberts, I am Michelle Dobson, Jim, my husband, is Jim Dobson, and we've been married for 2 years. He, Mathew Roberts has a bit of a hold on my husband financially; well actually it's more of a vice like grip. He is a very large and intimidating black man, he scared the shit out of Jim, and until I was brought here to his home for him to use whenever he wanted to, he scared the shit out of me too. Now I am learning that he has a soft side too, he hasn't hit me, menaced me, or even threatened me. Well, not physically anyway. But he has had me in every hole in my body many times over, and the strangest thing is, I am getting used to it, even though every time that slab of deadly dark meat enters me, it's just like the very first time. And to be honest, I am realising what a fantastic lover of a woman he is. The orgasms and climaxes I am getting off him are blowing my mind. I am free to come and go if he is out, with two exceptions, I am not to contact Jim under any circumstances, and I am not to go to my house for any reason. If I were to disobey him, he would be very angry with me. And, he had said, 'you will not like to see me angry!' I believed him, and took heed of his words. Jim had also been warned off; any contacts were to be through him only. His sole aim Mathew had told him, was to get him his money, and he could have his loving wife back. If I would be any good to him after having this black pork meat ravaging his wife's pussy like it was, and had been. Like I had said, this was my fifth day and no sign, not a word from Jim. And at the moment Mathews fully erect black cock was threading my throbbing pussy, it was in and out of my increasingly accommodating honey box, and crucifying me into the bargain. He didn't just up and fuck me whenever or wherever; he made love to me, but in his dominating way, of which I had no refusal, or now, resistance to. My name as already told is Michelle; I am 28 years old, I have known Jim, now my husband for three of those 28 years, and married for two of them. I am blond, well I would be wouldn't I? But it's really a dark blond so I highlight it, and it's just beautiful, a bit like me really. I'm 5ft 6" and as good looking as a girl like me can be, and when I make the effort I can and do look better than most women I meet. I had married late simply because of my looks. I could get just about any man I wanted to. So why marry? I had a very good and varied sex life, never took risks, and didn't allow any one else to do so either. But Jim had literally swept me off my feet somehow, we had met, I found him funny, charming and devilish, ruggedly good looking, and could charm the birds out of trees. What I hadn't known about him was, he was a bit of a dreamer in life. He had ideas he wanted to pursue, things he wanted to create and to make a lot of money. He always seemed to have lots of cash, we went all over, and nothing was too much. But his last idea, which he ran past me, and which I didn't really understand, sounded a world beater. The only fly in the ointment was lack of financial backing; Jim couldn't raise the money legally. So he hunted for some one and this is where Mathew entered the equation. It took nearly two months for Jim to get Mathew in properly, I suspected he was a well to do loan shark, so could prove dangerous in the wrong circumstances. Jim listened to my concerns, he tried to get Mathew to form his loans into shares, Mathew rejected this, it was a cash loan only, and the repayment terms were strict. I told Jim he was playing with fire, not knowing it was me that would be getting fired up, and in more ways than one. Jim scoffed and said Mathew would be the loser because this project was a killer, and we would make a mint from it, it couldn't fail could it! Mathew told me that if it did fail and Jim couldn't repay him, then other avenues would be opened for him to retrieve it in other ways. This worried me, but Jim poo pood it out of hand. We were both to find out that all roads, or avenues if you want to be pedantic, led to me. I was to be Jim's repayment plan. Jim and Mathew signed up their agreement Mathew's solicitor. I had no idea what was in it, but as we were to find out it was a deal, or if you like, a ball breaker for Mathew. Mathew is around 6ft 5" a very large man, in some light he appears genial, but in others, very scary. Good looking, big all over, and as I was to find out, which included the size of his cock too! His skin was real dark, shiny, his head was shaved as smooth as a billiard ball, it added to his stature as a big big man. Jim is about 6ft, normal in build, not overly big, but big enough I suppose, but he would never be a match for Mathew in any shape or form. And that's what led to me being here eventually. I love Jim, or I thought I did, I was having serious doubts now, simply because of what had and was continuing to happen to me, even though I was way past not enjoying it. If you can point me to a woman, who loves her sex as much as I do, and have a cock like Mathews in her two, three, and even sometimes four times a day, and be subjected to the kind of gentle, powerful all consuming thudding power of that great piece of black meat. Then for her to deny what it did to her in the way of volcanic orgasms. I would happily show you a fucking liar! He had just phoned Jim for the zillionth time to ask about his money, but this time he was doing it while he was doing me, and I just couldn't stop the grunts, moans and gasping breaths that he was pumping out of me. I was unaware that he had held the phone behind my head while I was doing my bit. Jim was listening to me, his wife, having a complete blow out on the phone. I say Mathew was a great lover, and in reality I suppose he is, but I knew it was really I who made him into that, why? Because his big black cock sausage fit me like a finger in an asshole. I had seen it enough times, had it in me enough times to know what it looked like, but it was what it felt like when it was in me that was the crux of the matter. It was bigger than anything I had experienced, but reality will tell you that size isn't everything, and this is oh so true. It's what a man does with his dick that matters. And Mathew knew what and how to do and use his! I had had it in my hands more than a few times now. I had come to learn it. It was at least 8 to 9" long, big bulbous mushroom head, crinkly, and bent upwards in the middle. But what Mathew had was a cock for all shapes and sizes. It was hard as a cock should be; fully erect it seemed, at the drop of a hat. But what it had, that I had never seen or known, was. It was solid hard in the middle, right along in the centre of it, but the surrounding meat was softish and pliable. It felt spongy in texture, but vibrant and alive under my touch, a sense of latent power. It was, in essence mesmerising. Jim has as good a cock as any I have met, and if I may be so bold, I've met a few over the years! Mathew has a cock that was nigh on impossible to resist, out of all my previous boyfriends, none of them had what he had. I'd had a couple of 'dark' men. But was never enamoured with them, but Mathew exerting his hold over me and Jim too, had a knock on effect on my equilibrium. And now as I had said, I was laid over his table, making sounds that I knew were me having a climax again, unknowingly remitting it all to Jim on the other end of the phone. My long blond hair was spread out around my face, I kept flicking my head to get it away so I could try and keep cool. But the relentless pursuance of his cock had me flat down and out. My feet were swinging about in time with him pumping me up. His hands were on my hips stopping me from rising or escaping, as if! Then he was out of me, I wondered why or where he had gone, I didn't have any real strength to get up yet, and that's when I got his tongue rammed all the way up my ass hole. What breath I might have had was expunged in one fell swoop. I felt the wonderful slick intrusion as it slid up me, that divine feeling of it was utterly irresistible. His mouth clamping tight and the suction blew me far and wide. I writhed in utter thrilling gorgeous desire for the feeling of pure sexual relief as he tongued my ass, this coupled with the suction of his mouth sent me over the top again and again. His fingers were holding my cheeks apart and it was open all hours! The final lengthy long swipe of that velvet paddle slithering up in and over my pussy and ass once more just about killed me off. He had the magic in him, it was in his purple ended bell topped dick, he had it in his fingers and certainly in his tongue. He only had to fiddle with me for a while and I was climbing the walls sometimes. But his greatest asset was the fact that he derived his pleasure from giving me pleasure. He knew when he made me happy, and that made him happy. Whether it was because he was putting one over on my husband, or just plain delight in seeing me blow like a sperm whale when I came for him, I'm not sure. When all this started happening, and developing into a battle of wills that Mathew won hands down, simply because he got Jim up against the wall in our house, and threatened to beat the living daylights out of him. Jim backed down very quickly, but still Mathew slapped him a few times just to reinforce his power base over him, and then me. "I've been nice to you Dobson!" he shouted in Jim's now stricken face. "If you ain't got my money by the end of this week, I'm taking Michelle, your wife, and I'm going to fuck her three times a day until you get it, got it!" He roared. Jim nodded his head fervently; I didn't believe what I had just heard. Mathew was talking like I wasn't there, past tense. He left then, but gave me a rather enigmatic smile, and said. "I'll see you on Monday next Michelle, bye." Did he know that Jim wouldn't have his money, was it a guess, or was it just to back up his threat to Jim? "I hope he didn't mean what he just said Jim?" I told him. "I don't know Mich," his pet name for me, "I don't suppose so, do you?" "For god's sake Jim, you had better get him his money; I don't want him ripping into me every time feels like it!" I bellowed at him, I was seriously worried now. All week Jim was everywhere trying to gather money together, and it was hopeless. I was beginning to fear for more than my life. The police wasn't even considered, what would we tell them? And on top of that we both knew now that Mathew would not take that kind of thing lying down. On the Sunday night Mathew called, Jim talked to him, pleaded with him and begged him to give him more time, by now Jim had just about lost all we had anyway, the cupboard was bare. He put the phone down very quietly; I daren't ask what he had said. Then Jim just looked at me and I knew. Mathew would be coming for me and taking me with him tomorrow! To what I could only guess at. He called once more in the afternoon to see if things had improved, they hadn't. More pleading followed and the Jim dropped the receiver into the cradle. "What did he say Jim?" I asked, dread filling me. "He said for you to have a bag packed with your personal items, including clothing, and he'll be here at 7pm prompt to pick you up. And, he told me that if there is so much as whimper from either of us, I'll be eating through a straw for the next 6 months minimum." I felt utterly deflated, I could see no way out of it, if I defied him, fought him, refused him, not only would Jim still get his battering, but my 'kidnap' would still happen anyway. So I packed my things and sat waiting in utter fear. At 7 right on the button the bell rang, Jim stood in abject misery, his wife was being taken from him, he was being robbed of me in broad daylight. And what could he do? Nothing that's what! I braced myself, squared my shoulders and walked out of my home for god knew how long. In the car Mathew told me not to worry, he knew I was scared, but he promised me he wouldn't harm me in any way, unless I warranted a little slap now and then! Some relief that was. He took my bag from me and went upstairs, he came down empty handed, he had sided them all away for me. He gave me a G nT, my favourite drink, and we chatted. I told him all about me, all about Jim, anything he wanted to know, I told him. I told him I was petrified, he sat next to me, slipped his arm around me to comfort me. "You know," he said softly, "this is neither my fault, nor yours, all the blame has to be laid fair and square at your witless husband's door!" I hated to do so, but I had to agree with that. Mathew and I talked for ever, I began to feel more comfortable, he was easy to talk to. I hadn't seen this Mathew. He didn't try his luck, he was close to me all evening aside from him getting me my third G nT. But he behaved like a gentleman. That was until he told me it was time we went to bed. I let him lead me up, and into his bedroom, I was amazed, it was nearly all black, but it was gorgeous, black silk every where, the drapes looked like silk too. The bedding was definitely silk, I almost felt like jumping right between the sheets just for the thrill of the silk. I adore anything silk, most of my frilly stuff is pure silk, I love it. He made an excuse and went into the en suite, I took this as a sign for me to keep my modesty and get into bed, and then I noticed a black silk negligee on one pillow. I held it up and nearly swooned; I could tell right away it was fantastically expensive. I put it on and it fitted like it was hand made just for me. I found out later it had been! I slithered in between the sheets, sliding gloriously about without hardly making a move. Mathew returned and looked at me, My shoulders were out of the top, and he could see the straps of my negligee. He smiled at me and said. "I hope you like that Michelle, its just for you." Yes, and just for you, I thought. "It's beautiful." I replied. My blond hair slipped around my head, on the black silk pillow cases. My white skin looked reflective against the black silk sheets, it really was stunning. Even in the position I was in didn't detract from the sensation flowing through me. He was wearing, yes you've guessed it, a black silk robe that swayed and slid around what I was going to find out very soon, a large muscular well built frame, and attached onto that frame? yep, his very big black sausage meat of a cock, that was going too flip flop me totally. I had to look at him, I felt compelled to. He slipped the robe of and it glided to the floor. And he was completely naked; there was no embarrassment from him, but plenty of shyness from me. He stood there for a few minutes. Not saying look at me Michelle, he didn't have to. His presence made me do that. He got in, slid over to me, I was rigid with whatever it was I was rigid with. And he put his arm around me. "You are a very beautiful woman Michelle, and though you don't know it, and won't even believe it, but you are going to be glad I have you here with me." He was right I didn't believe him, but I would within a few days, oh yes I definitely would. He never insisted that we made love, or even just fuck me, we talked some more. He did kiss me a few times; I think the drink lessened my inhibitions a bit. But I did enjoy his closeness. I needed sustenance and comfort; he provided it with his tenderness toward me. The next thing I knew I was looking into sunshine of the new day, I was alone, I listened for noises, and thought I heard some from somewhere. I got up, and there waiting for me were, yes, in a black silk dressing gown and slippers. I donned them and went on a search. I found Mathew in the kitchen, he was preparing breakfast. I had a choice of a fry up, or cereals. I chose the fry up, I didn't realise how hungry I was. Two hours later he took me into the enormous shower, he insisted on bathing me, and in that process he began what can only be described as my seduction. He was all over me without being intrusive; in the end I was almost asking him to touch me some more. Whether he knew or guessed I don't know, but he carried me back to bed, leaned over me and kissed me. And it was a proper kiss too; one that I returned, and soon my arms were around his neck. In all my life, every man I have gone to bed or had sex with, has been frantic to get his prick into me. Miss irresistible, I used to call myself. I used to make them wait sometimes simply by saying, 'I'm not ready yet.' But not with Mathew, oh no, he took all the time in the world. My nipples got it, my pussy got the finger treatment, my first experience of that with him, my neck was a mangled fire of arousal. He waited for me to get where he either wanted me, or I wanted to get. And I suddenly found out I had a hold of a very large thick black cock, it wasn't the first time I had held one, but it was definitely the best! I let go in a hurry, but my traitorous hands soon found it again. Some how he was turning me against me, he knew that he could take me any time he wanted, but his finesse was such that I was beginning to want him closer and closer to me, for obvious reasons. To be in bed with a man that wasn't my husband was a new dimension, and also knowing my husband knew too, made it illicitly bad! It was erotic in itself, all three of us knowing I was here with this good looking bad black man. And also knowing he controlled me and Jim, became a part of my steadily growing arousal. I found myself silently urging him on, to get on with it; I wasn't used to this, being made to wait on a man. I gently tugged his cock, it was fully erect and my hands were learning it, inspecting it with my fingers. It was then I found out just what a cock it was! It was hard and firm in the middle, but the surrounding muscle and flesh had a spongy feel to it, even though it was taut and under tension it had plasticity about it. The head was smooth and firm, velvety and hot, the ridge around it was clearly defined, the shaft as I went down to his great big hairy balls was slightly curved in an upward direction. It made me shiver and curl up inside, the knowledge that this living thing would be in me soon affected me like never before. What was it that this man had? I wondered. My nipples were driving me mad now with lust, arousal and desire, for my body to be used. He seemed to be able to read my mind, sense or know what he was doing to me, the fire he was building and now stoking into blaze as hot as a blacksmiths furnace. I forced his cock to me. "Mathew, I want you now, put this into me and fucking get on with it!" I told him forthrightly, as I yanked on it. He smiled the smile of a winner, the victor and his spoils. "Ready for it now are we?" he enquired, "ready for some real black meat hmmm? Not that of your puny dicked worthless husband." He told me. As he was speaking these words he was rising over me, I didn't seem to see him as he positioned himself. As soon as the last word had left his lips, and before I could mouth any sort of protest in defence of Jim, he plunged into me. Every thought or words I had in my head was forced out of me, just like my very last breath whooshed out of me too! My eyes were popped wide open, along with my mouth, I was rigid in what felt like muscle spasm. Blackballed Ch. 01 Jimmy Morton was seething with anger. How could she have done this to him? After all they'd been through, how could she have ratted him out? Alabama Sutton had single-handedly ruined his life. She had told his boss, Arthur Weingarden, that he was having an affair with his wife, which promptly lost him his job. She had told his wife, Doris, about the affair and he had lost his wife and his home. Now, standing at the ATM, he had come to the numbing realization that the account he shared with his wife was closed. He was homeless and now, he was broke. "Bitch!" He was pissed off, so angry that he could kill her ... Hey, that's a good idea! He could just go over to her house and kill her. What the hell did he care? He had nothing else to lose. He'd end up in jail with three squares and a clean, dry place to live the rest of his life. Without Doris, the house, his money ... Yeah. Let's pay old Alabama a visit. Alabama Sutton came from old black money and had one of the nicest homes on the East side. Jimmy had been there many times to receive payment from her and had admired it each time, imagining that the mansion was his. The wrought iron gates were already open and the Lexus out front told him that she was home. He adjusted his waistband, feeling the comforting bite of the snub nose and smiled toothily. Time to handle some business. She opened the door before he even reached it, her tall figure covered with expensive silk and her immaculate face made up and perfect. "Hello, Jimmy. I've been waiting for you." "Yeah, I bet you have, you bitch!" He pulled the gun and pressed it to her stomach, forcing her backward and closing the door behind him. "You've fucking ruined my life!" Alabama looked nonplussed, casually striding over to the side table and opening an expensive-looking square box. "Cigarette?" "Did you hear what I said? You've ruined my life!" She extracted a cigarette, placed it between her ruby red lips and took her sweet time, lighting it and then taking a drag, staring at him the entire time. "I heard you, Jimmy." Her exhaled smoke seemed to color the huskiness of her voice. "No need to shout." "Oh, I'm gonna do more than shout." He wrapped his hands in her shoulder-length hair, pressing the gun to her forehead. "And I guarantee you won't ignore this." "I'm not ignoring you, Jimmy. I know how you are when you're mad and I just wanted to give you some time to vent. Now, let me go and make yourself a drink." Confusion ruled Jimmy and after a few moments, he released her, keeping the gun trained on her. Alabama arose, fluffing her hair and strode over to the bar, pouring two fingers of scotch into glasses and giving one to him. "How can you be so calm after you've just ruined a man's life?" Alabama smiled. "I haven't ruined your life. I've made it better." She walked over to his couch and stood in front of him. "You're out of your mind! You've blackballed me every where in town!" His anger inflamed him, twisting his words into incomprehensible sentences. "I can't get a job! I can't even rent a fucking room because of you!" "That's the idea." She set her drink down, pushing his gun hand aside as she straddled his lap. "You see, Jimmy, I want you." He stared at her for a long minute. "What?" "I want you." Alabama touched his face, smoothing his creamy white skin. "I always thought you were cute but when you told Junior off ... you made me cream my pants." "Really?" "Really." She leaned forward, close enough that he could smell the vinegary scent of olives and the faintest hint of vodka from a martini on her breath. Her lips hovered just inches from his, ripe with promise. "And I decided right then that I would have to have you." It was all happening too fast and the trust factor he held in Alabama was pretty low. "You wanted me?" "You know, Jimmy, you're more than just a pimp. I see real potential in you. I see a man just waiting to take the reins and show what he's made of." Her fingers smoothed his cheeks softly. "I see you." "I don't understand, Ally. Why would you want me?" Blackballed Ch. 02 "Remember my last birthday party?" A million flashes of memory flooded his brain: Alabama in a seductive turquoise sheath, her bodyguard, Barby, fucking the male dishwasher, Paloma sucking the skin off of his cock … "Yeah. I remember." "Did you remember that there's a camera in every room of this house?" The saliva dried in his mouth. "Uh, yes. I did." "Then you also forgot that besides having a security crew, I review the tapes every night." The meaning of her words sunk in as deeply as the touch of her breath on his face. "I saw you and Paloma in the laundry room." Alabama paused, using a finger under his chin to tilt his head up. "I've seen a lot of people fuck but I never saw anything like how you treated her." She sat back a bit. "Are you in love with her?" "Paloma? No. She's not my type." "Type enough to fuck but not type enough to keep?" "Exactly." "Then what is your type?" "Self-sufficient. Strong. In Control." With each statement, he pulled her mouth closer to his own, his hand at the back of her neck. "And beautiful enough to make me forget what day of the week it is." His mouth covered hers and he inhaled sharply, a tingle stabbing his groin. "So, what was it that I did with Paloma that you liked?" "The way you touched her. The way you kissed her." She took a breath. "Like you really cared." "I do care … I mean, I did care. I … I know that I'm married but Doris … " "Is paralyzed." His eyes widened at her mention of his secret. "And she was your childhood sweetheart that you married to take care of her." "Yes." "But she's been cheating on you." "What? No way! Doris can't cheat on me! Not from a wheelchair!" "No." Alabama stood and retrieved a manila envelope from her desk, handing it to him. "Not from a wheelchair, she can't." The photos were more than he could bear. Doris was well-endowed on top but the bottom of her body suffered from the muscular atrophy that all wheelchair-bound people suffered. It was easy to bind her legs apart and the black man in the video enjoyed pounding her handicapped pussy. His wife sure seemed to enjoy it; she couldn't seem to get enough of his cock. She even licked him clean, showing him a thick lump of semen that she balanced on her tongue before swallowing it down. Jimmy's already white skin turned ashen and he fought the urge to vomit. "I can't believe this." "It's true. Randy is a friend of mine. I sent him to sniff around and see if he could seduce your wife." She paused, replacing the pictures in the envelope. "As you can see, he was successful." "But I don't understand, Ally. Why me?" Alabama sat on his lap again, untying her robe and letting it slide to the floor, uncovering her magnificent body that was clad in nothing more than a lacy teddy. "Because … I'm tired of being in control all the time. I know I can trust you." She brushed her lips against his. "And I … I … " Jimmy forgot about the gun, letting it slide in between the couch cushions. "You what?" Her dark brown eyes connected with his. "I think I'm in love with you." "Oh, Ally!" He pulled her mouth down to his, sliding his tongue into hers and tasting her warmth. "I've wanted to fuck you for the longest time." "Then do it." She pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip in the process. "Fuck me 'till I'm raw." "Gladly." Jimmy couldn't believe his luck. She was so beautiful but he'd have bet his last dollar that she was frigid. He'd watched her witness murders, drug deals and rapes and her demeanor had never changed. But tonight … tonight, she was different. Tonight, she was an accessible black woman, aching for a white man. His lips moved across the scented skin of her throat, gently kissing and nibbling the dark skin and she moaned with his efforts, especially as he moved closer and closer to her nipples. He paused for a moment, wiping a hand over his eyes. Something was wrong. Jimmy looked up into her eyes, frowning as he tried to focus on the details of her features and found that he couldn't. Her slight weight lifted from his lap and he looked up at the blurry figure. "What's going on?" Blackballed Ch. 03 "What's the matter, Jimmy?" His eyes were blurring more and more by the second and he rubbed at them furiously, not understanding what was happening to him. "Ally, something's wrong with my eyes! Help me!" Alabama's laughter sounded as if it was coming from a far away place. "There's nothing wrong with your eyes, Jimmy." "Yes, there is!" He stood, still rubbing them and starting forward. His knee clipped the side of something low and solid and he tumbled to the floor. "Alabama! My eyes! Help me!" She chuckled, sneering down at the white boy as she walked around him. "My eyes! Help me!" Her mocking tone and his response made her break out in fresh laughter. "You're such an idiot, Jimmy! You arrange to steal nearly a hundred thousand dollars from me and then you think that I want to fuck you?" Jimmy blinked rapidly, finally closing his eyes when his eyesight didn't get any better. "I didn't steal from you ... " "No, you didn't!" She hissed angrily. "I didn't give you a chance to." "Ally ... " "You didn't know that Edwin was on my payroll, did you?" She smiled. She knew about the whole scheme. Jimmy was really good on the computer. He had arranged for the subtle removal of a few dollars from each transaction and those monies had been directed into an account in Miami. A few days ago, during a drinking session with a new runner named Edwin, he had intimated the details of his scheme to the man and now ... now he was blinded and quickly losing control over his senses. "Edwin told me everything. So I decided to ruin you." He groaned, rubbing his eyes again and rolling onto his back. "Well, you did a good job, Alabama. I'm definitely ruined." "When you said you were blackballed, I wanted to laugh." She grabbed his jaw, pinching the skin painfully. "I wondered if you were a psychic." "Why?" "Because that was exactly what I had planned for you. Being black balled. Literally and figuratively." She arose and sat down on the couch, taking a sip from her glass as she pressed a button on the console beside her. "I paid off everyone you knew, Jimmy. You are going to just disappear." "What?" A tall black man walked into the room, his fat lips held open by crooked teeth. "You wanted me, miss?" "Yes, Gordon." Alabama left her drink on the table and stood up, walking over to him and enjoying the fact that his eyes were glued onto her every step. "When was the last time you had sex?" "Uh ... " He had to think for a long time. "Three weeks ago." "Would you be interested in having sex right now?" "Oh, yes, ma'am!" Alabama stepped back as he advanced. "No, Gordon. Not with me." She turned her eyes toward Jimmy who was almost lifeless on the floor. "With him." "You want me to fuck a man?" "If you'd like, Gordon, I'll give him to you." "Uh, what would I do with a man, Miss Alabama?" "Fuck him whenever you wanted." Gordon seemed to ruminate on her words, looking over at Jimmy. "Could I make him suck my dick?" "Yes." The big man thought for another moment. "Could I make him eat my asshole out?" "Absolutely." She smiled, secretly relying on his lack of smarts. His cock was already hardening in his pants; she could see the thick outline and her mouth watered. Again, another long moment of thought. "All right, Miss Alabama. I'll take him." "Good." Alabama moved over to her desk, taking a video camera out of the drawer. "Start fucking." "Right here, Miss Alabama? Right now?" "Right now, Gordon." She touched him on the shoulder, noticing his reluctance. "Do it for me." A smile split Gordon's coal-black features. "I'll do anything for you, Miss Alabama." Jimmy lolled on the floor, hearing the conversation but not quite understanding what was happening. Suddenly, hands were all over him, opening his shirt and jerking his pants down. "No." The word dripped out of his mouth along with a bit of spittle. "Don't." Alabama smiled, squinting behind the camera and focusing on Gordon's thick cock. "You're going to learn the true meaning of being blackballed, Jimmy." Jimmy felt his hips being raised and he was pushed against the couch so that his ass was perfectly positioned for Gordon. Something cold and wet slid down his ass crack and it was followed by a thick finger, smearing it all over his pucker. He wanted to move but whatever she'd given him was too strong. Searing pain shot through his body as Gordon's prick ripped his asshole wide open. He lifted his head from the expensive leather cushion and screamed. Alabama threw her head back and laughed loudly. "Feel his black balls, Jimmy? You'd better get used to it. Those balls will be smacking your ass for a long time." Her laughter rang in his ears, drowning out the sound of Gordon's grunts and the heat that boiled into his body as the black man came in his ass. He should have killed her. Blackballed Mathew just held himself all the way in, there wasn't a cigarette papers worth of space left in me. I was full of his cock from top to bottom. He bunched his knees under my thighs and forced my legs upward and making my knees tuck under his arm pits. And that's when he started to fuck me, talk about controlled aggression! I have already told you I have had quite a few boyfriends before I married Jim, but I tell you in all gods' truth, I have never felt it like this, nothing could ever compare to what he was doing. It was like he didn't give a rats arse about me, but the way he was performing made me know he did. His cock thundered in and out like a laser guided missile, but there was no pain, he didn't try and force it in to gain more access, there was no more to be had. His eyes fixed on mine, mine glued to his, then my first orgasm took me over. I am quite vocal when making love, super hot and aroused, and I was vocal here too. "Oh you bastard, you fucker, fuck me you awful goddamned ass hole!" I bellowed out, I ranted and raved at him, he just mounted attack after attack on me. Until my voice abated and left me, I couldn't control anything; his cock was the key holder to my mind and body completely. My cummings were long and strenuous, hard and demanding, they took everything I had. Nothing was left behind as he drove me through the gates of heaven, and into utter blissful relaxation. I felt Mathew cum in me; his hot thick seed was the final consumption of my mind. It spread around my pussy, cervix and womb. I cried huge tears of joy, happiness, and satisfied contentment. I lay there with him on top of me comatose, his prick shrinking slowly still fixed deep into me. While I used to think of myself as Miss irresistible, I had always thought of my self as being worldly wise when it came to men and making love. I knew now, I didn't know anything; Mathew had taken me, used me, made me want what he had, and deposited me lock stock and barrel, in a place I had never once in my life visited. And this was just the start of what he had, what he would give me, make me do, want to do, and yearn for that black married white pussy pulveriser, more and more. Yet he wasn't clever about it, he didn't brag about what he had just achieved, and made me into a lusting quivering wreck. He didn't say to me, 'I bet your useless husband can't fuck you like that, can he?' I would have had to agree that he couldn't, and indeed hadn't, so I was grateful for that from him. Then Mathew loved me, the after glow was all a part of what he does, what he is and who. I revelled in it, it made me snuggle up to him, the man who had taken me by force really from my husband, had just made me feel like a real woman for the first time in my life. Here I was 28 years old, married, almost 29 and I had just found out I had been thoroughly fucked properly for the first time in my life. I have had plenty of lovers in the past but none had shown me this, I think I must have been too wrapped up in myself to understand that. I realised that I had been the one who kept control of my love making, the giver, not the given. But Mathew had just swept all that away in one damning fucking session where I became a pupil. He petted and loved me, would my marriage survive this? I was beginning to doubt it. My skin next to his was a complete contrast, His smell was all over me now, and I don't think it will ever leave me, he was inside of me, literally. Later he told me to go to the kitchen and make lunch. I wasn't too happy about that, but did I protest? yep you're dead right, I did no such thing. We ate leisurely then after a lot of heavy petting from both sides he said. "I have to go out for a while Michelle, I'll be back in a few hours," he kissed me and left. I had had my instructions re not contacting Jim. I wandered around the house, it was all expensive stuff, and unless he had done it, there was a hint of a woman's touch. It looked like an interior designer had been at work. I could find no indication of what he did. There was a locked room, so I suppose that could be his office. He returned 4 hours later and took me straight to bed, what happened changed my life forever. He was all over me like he hadn't seen me for months. And soon I was panting for him, aching for the black life giver to be in me again. He loved me all completely. It was then that he turned me over, and slid into my unprotected ass. There was plenty of lubrication that had slid from my super heated pussy. I had had a cock up there before but it was a long time before I had met Jim. But the intrusion hurt badly, I writhed under him to try and get him off me, to dislodge him out of my stricken ass. But he was too heavy and too strong, there was nothing I could do but have it. "Stay still Michelle," he had said, "relax and go with the flow, it's happening, it ain't gonna stop baby." And it didn't, I got fucked and stayed fucked, I don't know when the pain became submission, which became acceptance, and with that at last, arousal. But now I was moaning, and it wasn't from pain, it was from loving it, his finger was under me stroking my clit. He was using long slow strokes, and do you know what? I actually asked him to, 'go faster please?' He did but he increased his pace with gradual stages, and now I was finding out again how it felt to be fucked where, and how he wanted to fuck me. I had an orgasm that was like no other I had ever had. Nothing had me like this gigantic cumming got me. Mathew was a master of all he did to me. I knew I would never get a chance to ever say no to him. And I also knew, he wouldn't be asking me either. Mathew was himself, he locked the door to his office when he went in there, it was about 2 hours before he reappeared again. He took me to bed with him, and he toyed and played with me, as I did with him, there is more to loving that doesn't have to include sex, he enjoyed me, I know he did, and I, yes I enjoyed him too, I slept like a baby that night. In the morning after we bathed he had me on my knees at the side of the bed, he was sat on the edge with his feet wide on the floor. He didn't have to tell me what he wanted. I gathered myself up close and began to kiss his gorgeous cock. And it was gorgeous, there were no two ways about it, it grew in my hands and my mouth. I bent to the task before me and I gave him the finest blow job I had ever given, to anyone! He laid back on the bed, gathered my hair in his hands and I was on the job, full time. I got as much of it in, staring at the black rooted base, the curly black hairs, the beginning of his abs from below. His man smell filled my flared nostrils, I breathed him in, and it in turn turned me on, and insisted I try harder to make him cum. I wanted all his juice, every drop, and I wouldn't be detracted from my goal. I rubbed and gently squeezed his hanging testicles, I licked and sucked them, then I went back for a final attack on the red, angry looking purple head, searching for his spunk, and I found it, a deep grunt from him, hands tightening in my hair told me to expect his offering. He held me tight, I sucked harder and then that jerk when a man spills his load, and I was his tipper lorry. He shot what felt like tons of hot juicy, slightly salty cum into my sucking mouth, I swallowed it all, it spurted long and hard before lessening of to spits which I eagerly waited for, nothing escaped and I was disappointed when he finished depositing it into me. I stayed on my knees for a long time as his prick withered between my lips, but I held on to it, savouring the taste and the ever lasting memory. He pulled it away and slid on to the bed, he patted at the side of him and I got up and slipped into his dark loving embrace. "I think I could get used to you and this, Michelle," he said. "Mmmm," I replied, "me too." And hugged him. Thirty minutes later I was wailing in orgasm and utter pleasure as he plated me, my feet were over his back, he was laid face down on me and he was eating from my pleasure dome, drinking my nectar as it cascaded out and into his mouth, his tongue was, I swear, tickling my tonsils. I have no recollection of the times he took me that week, made love to me, fucked me, had me, you name it he did it. The most memorable wasn't on the table as I grunted away and Mathew held the phone over the back of my head. No, it was while he was speaking to him and telling him what a great fuck I was, how sexily beautiful he found me. So tempting was I that he had a constant hard on for me practically all day long. I had a gag in my mouth while he spoke, his cock was balls deep in me, my hands above my head hanging on to the headboard of the bed. He was on his knees and my ass was on his thighs, my feet were on and over his broad shoulders. I screamed loudly into the gag when I came with a thunderous bang. Now I really was a world expert when it came to the knowledge of how to fuck and be fucked. Of how to make love, and be loved. But most of all, the ultimate pleasure was the giving and receiving pleasure. I learned at the feet of a master. On the Sunday he took me back, I went straight upstairs, I couldn't look at Jim. I heard them speaking, then Mathew left. Jim insisted on chapter and verse of what we did, what he did, how I felt. I didn't want to tell him but he ranted and raved until I did. And I ended up telling him the truth, of how, yes I had been forced, but succumbed eventually to his ways over me. I ended my side of the conversation by asking him if he had gathered the money he owed. Deathly silence greeted me. "I guess I'll have to pack another bag for tomorrow then?" I suggested. He never answered. Later we went to bed, he tried to be amorous, but neither he nor I were in any mood for it. Mathew came for me the following night at 7pm, I got in his car, I never said goodbye to Jim. The following weekend, he rang Mathew and told him he had his money. He went straight to him, left me at his home, and told me to wait until he came back. An hour later he turned up. "Pack your things Michelle, you're going home." He told me. I did, and Jim and I tried to settle back into some sort of normality, but it was useless. I missed Mathew, had I fallen in love with my rapist? I knew he wouldn't call me, he had told me so. I called him and told him I was unhappy. "I'm going to ask you one time Michelle, do you, or do you not want to leave there and come and live with me, yes or no?" I thought about for all of nearly one full second. "Yes Mathew I do." "Be packed and ready by mid day tomorrow." And he clicked the phone off. I did and I was.