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Personal Assistant
by Hardy (cranium82@comcast.net)

***

An attractive married woman becomes a personal 
assistant to the CEO of a manufacturing company. She 
soon discovers that her boss has expectations beyond 
her job description. (MF, wife, reluc, husband-voy, 
cuck, work)

***

Almost overnight our comfortable life was gone. Dave, 
my husband, was downsized when his company was taken 
over. Over time he had risen to higher levels of 
management, and our life-style reflected the salary 
that he was receiving. We had a large house complete 
with swimming pool, and a garage which housed two very 
expensive cars. Also we had two young children to 
provide for, and the school we enrolled them in was 
expensive.

Fortunately, in the separation agreement, he received 
full salary and benefits which included health 
insurance, but for only six months. But that would give 
time for him to look for a new job. 

Resumes were sent out to several companies, with almost 
no response. He did have two job interviews, but with 
no positive results. We were rapidly approaching the 
six months, and we were getting desperate. I told Dave 
that I was going to look for employment. I had a good 
job, but quit to begin a family.

I had degrees in public relations and also a business 
degree, so there was a good possibility that I could 
find work. Dave was against this at first, but finally 
relented, so I began job hunting. I had several 
interviews with no results, but finally one with the 
director of human relations at a medium sized company 
looked promising. There was an opening as the personal 
assistant to the CEO of the company.

I had an exhausting interview with questionnaires to 
complete. The woman said there would be no secretarial 
duties; that was covered by another person. My job as 
personal assistant was to schedule appointments, meet 
with customers, organize his calendar and obtain 
reservations for travel, restaurants etc. Donna, the 
lady who interviewed me, said that this job required a 
woman who was attractive and intelligent, and able to 
meet and greet people. She said "I think you might be 
the right women for the job," but she asked me if I was 
planning on any further children. I told her no as Dave 
had a vasectomy after our second child. I got the job.

Donna said there would be a sixty day probationary 
period, and after thirty days I would have a progress 
interview, and after sixty days if all went well I 
would be a permanent employee with all benefits. She 
said I would have a generous salary, and a clothing 
allowance, which would increase when I became 
permanent.

When I said I had some fairly good clothes, Donna 
looked at me and said I would be expected to dress well 
to give a good impression, as I was the first person 
the clients would meet. She said my appearance was very 
important, and second only to my job skills. I was 
ecstatic and could hardly wait to get home to tell 
Dave. But before that Donna took me to meet Carl, the 
boss. I was introduced and he looked me over, and said 
"welcome aboard." Carl was well built and handsome, and 
I thought his wife was very lucky. Later I heard he had 
been divorced.

I told Dave the good news as soon as I arrived home. He 
was happy for me but uncomfortable that I was the one 
who found the job that would keep us afloat. He was now 
the stay at home father with the care of our two 
children.

The job went well but Donna wasn't satisfied with the 
clothes I had picked out, saying "they are far too 
conservative," and insisted on taking me to an upscale 
store where Donna knew the clerk and told her what we 
wanted. She said I had a good figure and needed to show 
it off. Between them they selected all the clothes, 
even including the sheer nylon underwear. The skirts 
and dresses came well above my knees (Donna said I had 
good legs and needed to let them be seen) No panty hose 
for me; just sheer stockings and garter belt she said. 
The panties and bras she selected were lacy and sheer. 
Even the dresses and skirts hugged my figure.

Next there was an appointment with a hair stylist, and 
finally with a facial make-up person. Adding the new 
clothes I hardly recognized myself. Dave was astonished 
by my transformation. He had a gleam in his eye and 
soon I was stripped and lying under him as he 
penetrated me. He didn't last long. Apparently the new 
look was very sexy.

Carl also approved the transformation. "New clients 
will be so impressed by you that they will likely sign 
on the dotted line without thinking. Donna did a good 
job." 

I had heard that Carl had a reputation as a womanizer, 
and I could understand that since he was very 
attractive and also quite charming when he wanted to 
be. I heard through the office grape-vine that he 
probably had seduced a couple of previous assistants. 
There was the suggestion that Donna carefully picked 
married attractive women for my position, knowing that 
is what Carl wanted. A married woman who needed the job 
was not likely to be a problem if he attempted a 
relationship. I dismissed this as office gossip.

My job evaluations were positive, and my probationary 
period was over and my salary increased again. Dave and 
I celebrated my tenure. He was doing a good job with 
the children, but I think he was a little embarrassed 
about being a stay at home father, and my supporting 
the family.

Carl was pleased with the way I handled the job. I was 
efficient and the social skills I had worked well with 
clients, some of whom tried to date me. I told Carl 
about this, but he dismissed my concerns saying "of 
course they would-you are very attractive, so don't 
worry about it." But I noticed that as time passed I 
would catch him looking at my legs, or watching my 
behind as I was walking away. I was thinking that he 
might make a move on me at some point.

I was right. After we finished work one day he insisted 
we have a drink to celebrate a new account. He fixed 
drinks from his bar, and after reviewing the day he 
pulled me into his arms, and I was so startled that he 
kissed me before I could react. I pulled away and said 
"please Carl, don't! I can't do anything with you." He 
pulled me into his arms again saying "I just want to 
hold you." I broke the embrace, knowing if I let him 
proceed he would have me in the room off his office 
where he had a bed and a bathroom, as well as a closet 
where he had clothes if he decided to stay in the city.

It wasn't his only attempt to seduce me. He tried it on 
other occasions; often it was following a party he was 
hosting for clients, and I was expected to attend these 
parties and to see that everything went smoothly. It 
was common for one of the guests to hit on me, but I 
became skilled at deflecting their advances. 

After a recent office party, when everyone had left and 
we were alone, he made another attempt. I was feeling 
the two or three drinks I had when he pulled me into 
his arms again and quickly kissed me. I pulled away but 
he pulled me close with one hand on my back and the 
other on my bottom, kissing me again. God! I felt 
myself responding, feeling a little tingle of lust. It 
took all my will power to push him away. I said "Carl, 
please don't! I can't give myself to you." 

I was flushed and trembling. "I can't do this with you! 
You know I'm married, and I have never cheated on my 
husband. You are a handsome attractive man, and my 
boss, but that doesn't mean you can have your way with 
me!"

"I just wanted to hold you and caress you a little bit. 
I know I got carried away, but you are so beautiful, 
and I meant just to kiss you and hold you, not seduce 
you."

I didn't believe that. I knew that he would go as far 
as he could, and I didn't want to find myself with my 
legs spread, lying under him. He would have his cock 
into me in an instant. But he was handsome, charming 
and skillful, and difficult to resist, but I had no 
intention of being added to his conquests. He was 
displeased. I guess he wasn't used to women resist his 
advances. 

About two days later he asked me if enjoyed the job. He 
asked me if I was satisfied with the salary level, and 
if the clothing allowance was adequate. I said I was 
very happy with the job; that it was challenging and 
the pay and clothing allowance were more than adequate. 
I wondered if this was a thinly veiled threat; was he 
using his position, his clout over me to get me to 
surrender to him. I was suspicious. I didn't want to 
lose my job.

It was time to talk to my husband, to inform him of the 
problems I was having with Carl. That night I sat down 
with Dave and told him of Carl's advances. He had me 
tell him in detail about what happened, and I did, 
describing everything that Carl tried. He didn't say 
much, and he appeared preoccupied. 

We went to bed and he was very horny, and with little 
foreplay he quickly mounted me and came after only a 
few strokes. That was not like him; he usually took 
much longer, and lately our sex was more infrequent. 
Was this because he now had the traditional woman's 
role? Or I wondered if the revelation about Carl's 
advances was the cause of his sudden passion.

A few days later Donna asked if I would have lunch with 
her. She talked about my job, asking I enjoyed working 
with Carl, and asking if the salary and clothing 
allowance were satisfactory. I said that I did like my 
job and the money was great. She said Carl is sometimes 
difficult, and she hoped that I wouldn't be 
discouraged. This conversation troubled me some; was 
there a hidden suggestion that I don't discourage his 
advances?

Carl didn't stop his attempts to seduce me; he didn't 
use force but his persistence was beginning to erode my 
defenses. The last episode occurred on Friday after we 
finished a successful week. He fixed drinks from his 
bar for both of us, and when he made a second drink I 
declined, but he insisted till I had accepted it.

Before I had a chance to leave he pulled me into his 
arms, kissing me and holding me firmly. He kissed me 
again, and as he did he pulled the zipper down from the 
back of my neck to my waist, my dress falling open. 
Before I could react he pulled the dress down over my 
hips, my dress falling on the floor

I became frantic, pulling away from him, tripping on my 
dress, Carl catching me before I fell, kissing me 
again. It took all my will power to push him away but I 
did, and I picked up my dress. He had a good look at me 
in my sheer underwear. I said firmly "Carl please, 
please don't; I can't let you make love to me. You are 
attractive, and I know many women would love to be with 
you, but I can't let you do it to me. You know I like 
working with you and I hope my refusal to have sex with 
you won't jeopardize my job." He assured me that it 
wouldn't.

I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I got my 
dress on. I had come within a fraction of surrendering 
to him, of letting him finish stripping and fucking me.

I told Dave about this latest attempt to seduce me. He 
sat listening without comment until I finished. Then he 
asked for details again, wanting to know everything. 
What he did and how I reacted. I admitted that I was 
aroused, but I said nothing happened. I said "he is 
just trying to wear me down with his persistence, but 
we both know I can't quit."

That night he made love to me; he was very aroused, and 
after entering me he came very quickly, again unusual 
for him, and that had me wondering if the thought of my 
boss seducing me got him excited. I decided to ask him 
and I did. I said "it seems that the image of Carl 
seducing me arouses you." He blushed and denied it. 
However, I was persistent and finally got him to admit 
that it was arousing.

This was a revelation! I had read that some men get a 
kick out their wife fucking other men, and even wanting 
to watch, but I never thought that my husband would be 
one of them. I said "you know I have been resisting 
him, and now it seems that it would be alright if he 
fucked me, and maybe you would get off on that." 

He said "no, I don't want you to do it with him-it just 
seems kind of exciting that he is coming on to you. But 
you are really beautiful, and I can't blame him for 
trying-you know other men have tried to get you into 
bed."

"But this one is my boss, and that makes it more 
difficult. I can't walk away from him."

There was no further discussion. However I did sense 
that if Carl did succeed it might be alright with my 
husband. This was weird; that maybe he wouldn't mind if 
I was fucked by my boss; that maybe he would be very 
excited if that happened. And I admitted to myself that 
the thought of having sex with Carl was very arousing. 
I had also heard the gossip that he was well endowed. 
But I had no intention of submitting to him.

It was a dilemma. He still made efforts to seduce me, 
and I was still able to stop him, but it was 
increasingly difficult to fend off his advances. And 
sex at home was less frequent. The only time he wanted 
sex was when I told him of Carl's attempts to seduce 
me, and that got him excited. He constantly probed for 
details of everything that Carl attempted.

About a month later we had a party for his clients in 
the company boardroom. It went smoothly and lasted for 
quite a while. During the evening I had more to drink 
than usual. When everyone left we returned to the 
office Carl complemented me on how great I looked and 
he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, and I 
returned his kiss. He held me firmly against him, 
kissing me again, and I could feel his erection 
pressing into me.

I thought my God! What am I doing! I pushed him away. I 
said "Dave, please, don't do any more! You know I can't 
have sex with you. You are very attractive, and I've 
had too much to drink, so I'm asking you please don't." 
I was pleading with him. He said "I just want to hold 
you. I won't do anything against your wishes."

Could I believe him? He was kissing me again and I was 
responding. He gripped the tab on my dress and pulled 
the zipper down, my dress falling open. I gasped as he 
pulled my dress down to the floor. He kissed me again, 
and I felt my arousal. Lifting me free from my dress he 
carried me into the next room, depositing me on the 
bed. Now I was alarmed-he had me on his office bed, my 
dress gone, and now clad in only a camisole top and my 
half slip. I know he could see my lacy panties through 
my slip, and my garter belt and stockings.

I was alarmed and I pleaded with him again. "Dave, 
please stop! I don't want to do it with you!" But the 
moistness I was sensing belied the words. I tried to 
sit up, but he was holding my shoulders and kissing me 
again. I tried again, lifting my legs, but that 
resulted in my slip rising up, exposing my sheer 
stockings and my naked thighs to his gaze.

God, I was vulnerable! It was getting out of hand! As 
he was kissing me he pushed up my camisole, exposing my 
breasts, and then began stroking my nipples till they 
were stiff. My breasts were always firm and I never 
needed a bra, but now they became even firmer as he put 
his mouth and tongue on them, arousing me further. He 
continued seducing me by tugging up my slip, pulling it 
under my hips and ass, my sheer lacy panties now 
exposed to his gaze, displaying me erotically.

I know if I didn't stop him now it would be all over, 
and I would find myself under him with my legs spread, 
taking his cock into me. I was flushed and aroused, 
almost surrendering to him. I said "you promised you 
wouldn't do anything against my wishes, and now you are 
trying to fuck me. Please! I'm asking you. Don't do any 
more; I can't cuckold my husband." At the same time I 
thought maybe he wouldn't mind if I was screwed by my 
boss.

He reassured me saying "I just want to hold and caress 
you. I won't do anything against your wishes." But he 
was bringing me to higher and higher levels of arousal 
as he was stroking my naked thighs, pressing my legs 
open enough to get his hand on my panty clad pussy, 
caressing me there.

I resisted when he began pulling my panties down, the 
last barrier to my sex, but he said he just wanted to 
pleasure me with his mouth. He pulled them from under 
me, sliding them below my hips, then down my thighs to 
my ankles, pulling them off with my shoes. I lay there, 
erotically exposed; my slip bunched at my waist, naked 
from there down except for my garter belt and 
stockings, the camisole above my breasts. I was almost 
at the point of no return, but I was determined to not 
let him go all the way.

He moved my legs open more and slid down, putting his 
mouth on my vagina. I gasped as he kissed me there, 
then using his tongue, bringing me to higher and higher 
levels of arousal. He used his tongue on me expertly, 
circling inside my cunt, finding my clitoris which he 
lifted and stroked with his tongue. I was gasping, 
moaning as he continued. I knew I was close to an 
orgasm, and I was going to make him stop after I 
climaxed.

I began crying out as I was overcome with an intense 
orgasm, my body shaking, almost convulsing, my legs in 
the air, and I thought I was going to pass out. My eyes 
were closed and I was totally unaware of him stripping 
off his clothes, now naked and attempting to mount me. 
I closed my legs as I saw his huge cock aimed at my 
vagina, and I said 'No, please! Stop!" 

But I was so weak from the intense climax that he was 
able to spread my legs out, moving between them, 
mounting me, his erect cock against the lips of my 
pussy. I didn't resist anymore; I just gave up. I 
groaned and just let my legs fall completely open, 
bending my knees up, opening myself to him, 
surrendering to him. His skillful seduction of me 
brought me to a level where I was helpless, my now very 
moist cunt his for the taking.

I felt myself opening to the pressure of his thick 
cock, my lips spreading more and more as he pushed 
against me. I gave a loud cry as the huge head of his 
cock entered me, stretching me fully. I was moaning as 
he began to advance his cock, gradually filling me till 
finally I gave a hoarse cry as he penetrated me fully, 
pressing against my cervix, holding himself there.

Suddenly I remembered; he wasn't using any precautions 
and I wasn't protected because of Dave's vasectomy. I 
said "Please don't come in me-I'm not protected." He 
said he wouldn't as he began stroking into me, long 
full thrusts that had me groaning, my whole body 
responding to the thick cock pleasuring me, raising me 
to higher and higher levels of arousal.

Then I felt it-a spasm beginning in my cervix, 
spreading through my pelvis, then my whole body, so 
overcome that I cried out with the intense climax, my 
body shaking, my legs closing over his hips as my 
climax went on and on. Before I could prevent it, I 
felt his cock swelling, and he began spurting against 
my cervix. I felt him pulsing as he filled me with his 
semen, gripping my hips to keep him fully into me as he 
emptied his cock, and I was still holding him firmly in 
place, my legs holding him.

He was done, finally removing his softening cock. I lay 
with my legs spread-eagled, feeling his semen inside 
me, and I began sobbing, both because I had allowed him 
to seduce me, and also because he had come in my 
unprotected pussy, possibly making me pregnant. I think 
the possibility of pregnancy made my orgasm intense as 
I felt him coming in me. He tried to comfort me, but it 
didn't help.

His persistence paid off; he had finally fucked me. I 
wasn't able any longer to prevent him from seducing me, 
having his way with me, finally submitting to him, and 
I had been thoroughly fucked. I had never had such a 
long, thick and hard cock in me. I saw in his face the 
pleasure he had in conquering me, taking another man's 
wife and filling her with his sperm.

I was about to get up and see if I could drain some of 
the sperm into the toilet when I felt him against my 
thigh, hardening again, pressing me open when I tried 
to close my legs, but I was so weak from the powerful 
orgasm that I could offer no resistance as he mounted 
me again. At this point I didn't care and I opened my 
legs fully to allow him to enter me again. 

This time he easily pushed fully into my stretched cunt 
and began slowly and steadily fucking me. I lifted my 
knees as he was thrusting powerfully, my body 
responding, and I knew he was going to come in me 
again, and I could nothing to stop him. I could feel 
him erupting in me as I was swept into a climax once 
more.

He drained his cock again, and finally it was over. He 
continued holding me, and I wondered if he was doing 
that so more of his semen could enter my uterus. I 
didn't keep tract of my periods anymore, but I was 
always more receptive to sex when I was ovulating, and 
maybe that was another reason why he was able to seduce 
me. I knew a lot of men loved to take another man's 
wife and make her pregnant. We dressed and didn't talk 
anymore and I left for home without cleaning up.

I was late, and Dave looked at me, and I could tell he 
knew what happened. I said Yes," he did it to me-he 
fucked me twice and he came in me both times, and I 
came with him, so are you happy now? Is that what you 
wanted to happen? To have your wife thoroughly fucked 
by her boss?"

He asked about every detail and I told him everything 
we did. He had me describe how he fucked me and how I 
felt. I could see him getting an erection as I told 
him. He pulled me into the bedroom and quickly stripped 
both of us, pushing me down on the bed and spreading 
me, looking at my wet pussy, the hair matted with his 
semen. He quickly and easily entered my wet pussy-I 
could hardly feel him after Carl stretched me out. He 
came after a few strokes.

Afterwards I said, "You really enjoy having another man 
fucking your own wife, and coming in her, and maybe 
making me pregnant. So how does it feel to be 
cuckolded, but I already know. It seems there are other 
men like you who want their wives to be fucked by 
another man, even watching some stranger having his way 
with a wife. Some men even arrange to have their wife 
fucked, and watching, seeing another's cock sliding in 
and out of his wife pussy and filling her with his 
semen."

"Well, now that Carl has finally fucked me he will 
probably want to take me again. Is that what you want? 
Do you want my boss to screw me whenever he wants?" He 
said nothing so he seemed to be giving me tacit 
permission to be taken anytime that Carl wanted, and 
give him all the details.

Things were no longer normal with Carl. Suddenly I got 
another raise, quite large. Donna was smiling when she 
told me, and it was clear she knew I had finally given 
in to him. It seemed by their smiles that some other 
women in the office knew that Carl had fucked me. Well, 
I knew it wasn't the end of being fucked by Carl-he 
took me frequently, almost whenever he wanted. I had 
crossed a threshold and I knew there was no turning 
back. 

After work he often bent me over his desk, pulling my 
slip and dress to my waist, pushing my panties to my 
knees. He loved taking me like this, so erotically, 
thrusting into me from behind. Every time I could feel 
him swelling and spurting into me, and this often 
triggered my climax. I think he liked to humiliate me, 
showing that he was in charge. When he finished taking 
me from behind he would pull my panties up, trapping 
any sperm, not letting me clean up.

Sometimes he had me lying on his desk on my back, 
holding my legs in the air as he thrust into me. He 
never pulled out; he always came in me, enjoying the 
power over me, filling another man's wife with his 
semen. I had never been fucked so thoroughly and so 
often, and I had never climaxed as powerfully as I did 
with Carl. Also Dave wanted sex more often, stimulated 
by my descriptions of how I had been fucked by my boss. 

I could never take the pill so the inevitable happened. 
After a few months I found out that I was pregnant. He 
continued to fuck me throughout my pregnancy till 
finally I had to take maternity leave. He gave me a 
generous check, but before the baby was born he had 
hired another woman, and wouldn't take me back. I 
learned that this new assistant was also married and 
beautiful, so I knew it wouldn't be long before she 
would find herself on her back with Carl pushing his 
cock into her.

Dave found another job, so we still had an income 
stream. It seemed I had carte blanche to fuck other 
men, and now I had a great deal of freedom. The best 
time was when we were on vacation somewhere. If there 
was a man I was interested in it would not be long 
before I was on my back. Another interesting 
development was that Dave finally got to watch when 
some stranger fucking me, and sometimes the stranger 
enjoyed being watched by the husband while he was 
cuckolded. Sometimes he hid in the closet if the 
stranger objected.

Another interesting thing happened at a Caribbean 
resort. There was a well built lifeguard who was 
interested in me, and he was black. I flirted with him 
as Dave watched. I asked Dave if he wanted me to be 
fucked by this black man. His face flushed and he 
hesitated, so I knew he was interested. 

When I was alone with the lifeguard I told him that I 
was interested in making love to him, but my husband 
would have to watch. He smiled, saying it was alright 
with him. He said it wouldn't be the first time that he 
fucked a wife with the husband watching, and he enjoyed 
it when the husband was present. He said he liked 
nothing better that sticking it to the husband while he 
was actually sticking it to his wife. He also said he 
liked showing a white husband what a well endowed black 
man could do to his willing white wife. When I told 
Dave this he got very excited.

He showed up at our bungalow in the evening. We had a 
drink, but it was clear that John wanted to get 
started. He looked at Dave and said "why don't you get 
her ready for me? Get her dress off!" and Dave unzipped 
my dress and worked it off. God, it was exciting having 
this black stud ordering my husband to strip me for 
him. Next he told Dave to take off my slip and he did. 
I was now in only in my panties and bra. At this man's 
orders Dave took off my panties and bra, and now I was 
standing naked before him. He smiled at me, liking what 
he saw, and he said he would take over.

Then he led me to the bed, stretching me out and 
spreading my legs at his command. He stripped and I 
gasped when I saw his huge cock which was rapidly 
becoming erect. I was alarmed; I didn't know if I could 
take one that large, but I knew I was going to find 
out. I was naked, spread, and wet as he looked at me 
before moving between my legs, mounting me. I was wide-
eyed and so was my husband as he directed this huge 
cock against my wet pussy and began pushing into me. I 
could feel myself stretching and he continued to push 
and I was so stretched that I screamed. Just when I 
knew he couldn't stretch me any more he entered me.

He steadily and relentlessly moved deeper and deeper 
into my pussy till I was fully impaled, and I cried out 
again. I lifted and spread my legs as far as I could, 
and lifted my knees to ease the pressure. My whole 
being was centered on this cock filling me, and to my 
surprise I suddenly came, my body shaking and clutching 
him. He fucked me powerfully-I never had an experience 
like this, and soon I came again just as he groaned, 
pushing fully into me as he ejaculated his semen, 
filling me.

I knew it was of no use asking him not to come in me. 
There was no question that he wanted to fill this white 
wife with his sperm, and some was leaking out of me. 
Dave had his cock out and it was clear that he had come 
also. We lay there for awhile, his cock still in me, 
and incredibly I felt him hardening again. I said no 
more but he wasn't listening. After he pulled out he 
rolled me over and pulled my ass in the air; he wanted 
to take me on my hands and knees. 

Suddenly I became very excited. The idea of a black man 
fucking me on my hands and knees was overwhelmingly 
erotic, especially with a cock that large, and I put my 
head down and spread my knees. He moved to me, placing 
the head of his cock against my cunt, and gripping my 
hips he pushed powerfully into me, thrusting deeply and 
I screamed again as he filled me.

This time he punished me with his cock, driving it in 
again and again, my breasts swaying as he ravished me. 
He took a long time, wishing to prolong this fuck as 
long as possible. When it seemed I couldn't take any 
more of this pounding he pulled me fully onto his cock, 
spraying my cervix with his sperm, and I climaxed again 
as I felt him coming in me. 

It was over. He serviced me in a way I didn't think 
possible, my body responding to the unknown. He had 
clearly shown what a well hung black stud could do to a 
white woman, I was shaken by the experience. I now knew 
what the word ravish meant - it was almost like being 
raped. I would long remember this experience, and I'm 
sure that Dave would also. He had appeared mesmerized 
as he watched me submitting to this man, his huge black 
cock moving in and out of my stretched pussy.

This was the end of our sexual odyssey. There couldn't 
be any other experiences that could match what we had 
been through; both of us thought of it often. At least 
Dave had sex with me more frequently, spurred on by the 
memory of seeing me have sex with other men. I had to 
do with a smaller cock, but I fantasized about the 
other men, and that way I sometimes achieved orgasm.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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