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Seduction of Holly
by Blueberry (rb0548@aol.com)

***

Holly gets caught in a scheme and has no control over 
what is about to happen. (MF, nc, voy, bi, intr, 
blkmail)

***

PART 1

My name is Paul, and I have worked at GMAF for about 
five years. I am 28, and have worked my ass off trying 
to get ahead. There is an opening for a junior vice-
president, and I intend to have it. There are others in 
line for the same position, but I believe that I am the 
most qualified. If not as qualified, at least, more 
determined. I earn a very good wage, but since I was 
married a year ago, we could certainly use the extra 
money. A fourteen hundred dollar a month mortgage, and 
two car payments, takes a big bite out of the paycheck. 

My wife, Holly, is presently unemployed. She is 24, 5' 
3", 34-24-36. She is not a movie star, nor the most 
beautiful woman in the world, but she is very pretty, 
with a wholesome innocence about her. Have you ever 
heard of a 23-year-old virgin today? Well, Holly was. 
She comes from a very religious family, and is a devout 
Catholic. We had plans to start a family, until she was 
laid off from her PR job. We already have a baby room 
furnished and decorated. There's an opening in our 
mailroom, and I am trying to pull strings to get her 
hired here. It doesn't pay as much as she was used to, 
but still pays a good salary.

My immediate supervisor is Mr. Beal. That is what he 
demands everyone in his section call him. He is a large 
black male about 35. When he interviewed me five years 
ago, he said, "You will call me Mister Beal, and 
nothing but, Mister Beal." 

I have been intimidated by him ever since. We get along 
pretty well, but never anything personal is discussed. 
He seems to have gotten a little more friendly in the 
last year, or so. I don't think it is safe to have him 
as anything more than an impersonal supervisor. I have 
watched during the last five years and it seems as if 
he gets on friendly terms with someone, and less than a 
year later, they disappear. 

I have heard they always move to better jobs, but I 
still don't trust him. The first to leave was the man 
that took me under his wing, when I first started. He 
was a happy, well-adjusted man and never had a trouble 
in the world. Within a couple of months, after Mister 
Beal began being his bosom buddy, he became quiet, 
morose, and seemed to be in a world all his own. 

About eight months later, I came to work and his desk 
was empty. Mister Beal said he had taken a position 
with another company. The same circumstances have 
surrounded the friendship of four other friends of 
mine. It has been a couple of months since the last of 
"Mister Beal's" friends has left for bigger and better 
things.

"Hey, Paul, how's married life? You starting a family 
yet?" As Mister Beal was saying this, he was sitting 
down on the corner of my desk.

I was so surprised that all I could do is stammer, 
"Married life is wonderful, but we haven't tried for a 
family." Mister Beal made himself comfortable and 
seemed to be there to stay for a while.

"Is this her picture?" he said, looking at a 4 x 5 
framed photo on my desk. It was the only picture I had 
of her in a swimming suit. "Seems to me, she has the 
wide hips of a very fertile woman. My mother always 
said you could tell a baby-making woman, by looking at 
her hips. I don't mean anything derogatory, by saying 
she has wide hips. I think they are beautiful. You have 
a very good-looking wife, and should be proud of her. 
Have you ever noticed black women? They all have large 
hips. That's why there are so many black babies. A 
black man is forever looking at a woman's ass. Well, so 
much for a history of black women's asses. If you need 
anything, let me know. You seem to be after that vice-
presidents job. I'm pretty tight with old man 
Richardson. Want me to put in a word for you?"

I didn't know if I should be pissed, or had been 
complimented. "No, don't say anything to the old man. I 
will do this on my own. There is one little thing you 
might help me with. Holly has been unemployed for a 
couple of months. There is an opening in the mailroom. 
Who is the best person I can find to put in a good word 
for her? She really could use the job."

"I don't have anymore time to discuss it right now. Why 
don't you drop over to my house about 7 this evening? I 
live alone, and we can make a night out of it. Your 
little wife wouldn't mind if you stayed out one night, 
would she? We will discuss the mail room opening, and 
maybe, I can come up with suggestions to help you in 
your promotion," Mister Beal said, smiling.

"No, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She is always telling 
me I don't have to stay home every minute." I told him. 
As he left, I kept trying to figure out what he wanted. 
There was something behind this conversation, but, for 
the life of me, I didn't know what. Am I his next ' 
friend ' that leaves mysteriously? Maybe, there's 
nothing to it. There's a chance that he really will 
help, and Holly desperately wants a job. She's going 
crazy cooped up in that house every day, not to mention 
the money we are losing.

Holly was elated to hear that I was going over to 
Mister Beal's. She had never met him and knew nothing 
of his condescending attitude toward the employees in 
his department. I never discussed my dislike or 
mistrust of the man. I was still apprehensive of 
meeting him at his own home, but Holly needed that job, 
and it was just possible that he could help me with the 
old man.

I was ringing the bell at promptly 7pm. Mister Beal 
opened the door, and I was surprised to see him wearing 
a pair of shorts, and nothing else. He was displaying 
his muscular chest, and when I glanced down, there was 
a huge mound between his legs. I looked back into his 
eyes, but not before he had seen my eyes on his crotch.

There was a grin on his face, as he invited me in. 
"Come in! Come in! Right on time. I like a man that is 
punctual. Let's go out on the terrace, and tip a few 
cold ones. We can relax and get to know each other. You 
can tell me what I can do to help your pretty young 
wife."

After a half dozen cold beers, I was more relaxed. 
Especially, after Mister Beal told me in the privacy of 
his home to call him Jim or James. I was so surprised 
that I almost fell out of my chair!

"Well Paul, I think I can assure you that your wife 
will get that opening in the mailroom. Have her come 
tomorrow morning, and ask for Mrs. Maynard. Mrs. 
Maynard owes me a favor, and will be glad to do one for 
me. I believe that you would be better off working on 
the old man yourself. You are already the forerunner, 
and as determined as you are, you have a good chance 
without my help. Now, let's go inside and watch some 
home movies I have. Oh, by the way, these movies are 
pretty raunchy. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I don't mind. I haven't seen a dirty movie in 
quite awhile. Holly doesn't like that kind of thing." I 
replied. "She is very religious and was a virgin when 
we married. She is very conservative and would never 
watch anything like that." My God, I can't believe I 
just told him that! It must be the alcohol. I'm not 
used to drinking. I haven't had a drink since I met 
Holly. 

We went into the den, and he brought out a bottle of 
chilled brandy, with two glasses. He had a large screen 
television, and the DVD was already loaded. I was 
handed another glass, as he started the movie. It was 
an interracial fuck film, and starred a black male, 
with a white man and woman. It started out with the 
white man sucking the biggest black cock I had ever 
seen. The black man was eating the white woman. His 
tongue was as long as my dick. Jim filled my glass 
again, and I could see the bulge in his shorts had 
grown much larger, if that was possible. I had a raging 
six-inch hard on.

Jim said, " why don't you take your cock out and touch 
it while we enjoy the movie. I'm going to pull off my 
shorts, and do the same."

He had his back to me, when he pulled down his shorts. 
I dropped my pants and freed my hard dick. I sat back 
down and began stroking my cock. Then, he turned 
around, and I saw the monster between his legs. MY God! 
I couldn't believe that a dick could be that big! It 
was twice as long as mine, and much bigger around. He 
sat down next to me, and began stroking his massive 
shaft.

After a few minutes of stroking, he stopped, and looked 
me in the eyes, "You know what is more exciting?"

"What?" I croaked.

"Let me stroke yours, and you stroke mine."

At first, I thought he was joking, but looking into his 
face, I could see he was not. He reached over and put 
his hand on my cock. His big hand completely engulfed 
it, but he began moving his hand back and forth. I 
couldn't bring myself to touch his. I had never had any 
desire to touch another man's dick. He took my hand and 
placed it on the shaft of that monster of his. I didn't 
know what to do. Another man had my dick in his hand, 
and my hand was on his. What had I gotten myself into? 
I was so horny, that I was gently moving my hand back 
and forth, even as I was thinking.

"Now, I would say to just pretend that it is yours, but 
you could never pretend something that outrageous. So, 
instead stroke my dick until I shoot my load all the 
way across the room." He ordered. 

His long shaft was soft and smooth, but hard as a 
brick. We are stroking each other with one hand and 
holding our brandy with the other. He set his glass 
down, and leaned over my lap. He put his mouth on my 
hard dick and I almost cum immediately. I tried pulling 
away, but there was no place to go. After all the 
drinking, watching the erotic movie, and the 
unbelievable feeling of his warm mouth on my cock was 
too much. I shot my load down his throat. He swallowed 
every drop! He licked my dick clean and sat up.

"Now, it's your turn." He said.

"What do you mean, 'my turn'?"

"Don't you think turn about is fair play? Did you think 
I would suck your little dick, and you not suck me? You 
never pushed me away, so you had to know that I would 
want you to do the same to me. Don't play dumb with me! 
Now, get down there and start sucking, and when I cum, 
don't lose a drop! You hear me?"

He grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his dick. At 
first, I just put the head into my mouth, but he wasn't 
satisfied with that. He pushed my head down until I was 
choking. I had about eight inches of hard, black cock 
in my mouth.

"You've been watching the video. You see how that white 
prick is sucking black dick. You do the same to me. 
Suck it good!"

I had no choice but to make him cum as soon as 
possible. But, could I swallow his jism? If I ever get 
out of here, I'll never get myself into a position like 
this again. God, why did I ever agree to come to his 
house? Why did I drink so much? I was sucking, but 
still had room for my hand to be masturbating him at 
the same time. There was no way I could take all his 
cock into my mouth. All of a sudden, I could feel his 
dick getting harder. He took my head and forced my 
mouth all the way down to his pubic hairs. I was 
choking! I couldn't breathe! Then, he was there! Spurt 
after spurt of cum was gushing down my throat. I didn't 
think he was ever going to stop. I fully believed I was 
going to die from lack of air. Finally, he finished, 
and released my head. Cum was dripping down his dick.

"Lick it clean. That's what I did for you." He 
commanded.

I licked and cleaned his still hard dick.

 "I think we are finished for tonight. You probably 
want to go home and tell your wife the good news about 
her job. Don't let this little episode bother you. I am 
not gay and neither are you. It felt good, and wasn't 
so bad, was it?" he said.

After everything was over, and I knew I wasn't going to 
die, I had to admit that it felt good. It was certainly 
a new experience. Not one, I ever planned on repeating. 
So, I replied, "It's okay, but I don't believe that I 
could ever get into a habit of doing that."

"Oh, We aren't going to do this anymore, or, at least 
I'm not. This was just to get acquainted. In the near 
future, there will be a woman joining us. She will get 
the benefit of all the cum."

"A woman? I'm married. I cannot cheat on my wife. We 
have only been married a year. We would never cheat on 
each other." I almost yelled.

"Don't worry, you won't be cheating on her. Don't 
forget, I am Mister Beal at work tomorrow. Goodnight. 
It was a pleasurable evening."

I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I couldn't 
wait to get home and gargle. I'll put this behind me, 
and not think of it anymore. It's best, if I forget the 
whole thing. I was emotionally exhausted when I arrived 
home. Holly was delirious with joy that she was going 
back to work. She never noticed that anything was wrong 
with me.

Nothing was different when I saw Mister Beal the next 
day. He was friendly, but not overly so. Just before 
quitting time, he dropped a manila envelope on my desk. 

"Open this after you leave, and be at my house at 7 
this evening." He said in a commanding tone. He turned 
on his heels and walked away, without giving me a 
chance to reply.

I opened the envelope, as soon as I got to the car. I 
almost fainted! There were 8 x 10 glossies of me 
sucking his dick, and then licking it clean. There must 
have been a dozen pictures. My face was clearly 
visible, but nowhere was his face in a picture. I could 
have been sucking any black man's dick. Oh God! What 
does he want? I don't have any money. I didn't even go 
home. I just drove around in a daze. I had looked at 
the pictures over and over, trying to see if there was 
just one, where he would be recognized. They were 9 
x11's, not 8 x 10's. Kodak didn't develop them; they 
were run off a computer. He must have had a digital 
camera trained on the sofa. I was at his door at 7pm. 
He opened it, before I could even ring.

"Hey Paul, come on in and lets get down to business. I 
know you are curious and I am ready and willing to 
satisfy your curiosity. Come into the den, and lets get 
comfortable. You look like you could use a drink."

We walked into the den and he sat down on the sofa. I 
started to set down next to him, when he said, "No, you 
get on your knees between my legs. Take out my cock, 
and suck on it while I tell you what you and I are 
going to do. You hesitate? You want copies of those 
pictures shown around work? You want copies sent to 
your family and your wife's family? You ready to give 
up your career? You will never get another job in this 
industry. Now, get on your knees and start sucking. I 
will tell you what else you are going to do."


He outweighed me by 60 pounds, and was much more 
muscular than me. I couldn't fight him and hope to win. 
He had me, and I still didn't know what he really 
wanted. I had no choice but to get on my knees and take 
out his long, limp dick. It began to grow as soon as my 
mouth covered the head.

As I sucked, he started to talk, "This is what you are 
going to help me with. You are going to help me seduce 
your wife. I am going to fuck her until she will never 
want another man. I am going to stretch her pussy, 
until I am the only one that can satisfy her. Your puny 
little dick will never be able to bring her to another 
climax. Keep bobbing your head! Grunt, if you 
understand." Good! I'm glad we understand each other. I 
am going to invite the two of you to dinner. You are 
going to accept the invitation to my house. Every 
chance you get; you are going to tell her what a great 
guy I am. You are going to tell her about the size of 
the monster you are sucking. You are going to tell her 
what great lovers blacks are. You are going to help me 
seduce her, or everybody in this town is going to see 
those pictures!" I will post them on the Internet. The 
whole world will see."

He was holding my head on his dick, and I couldn't even 
reply. Tears were running down my cheeks. What had I 
gotten myself into? And now my wife was involved! Poor 
innocent Holly! What was I going to do? This is what 
had happened to the other so-called friends of Mister 
Beal. Why had each of them gone along with this kind of 
thing for almost a year? Probably for the same reason I 
was going to, terrified of losing their job and 
reputation, terrified of losing their wife and all 
their possessions. Is it possible that after he fucks 
her, we can pull our life back together? Without those 
photos hanging over my head, I could start over in 
another city. He began to stiffen and I knew what was 
going to happen. He began pumping load after load down 
my throat. I swallowed more easily this time. My God, I 
was a cocksucker!

"Thanks Paul. With a little practice, you could become 
very good at sucking black cock. You know what you are 
supposed to do, don't you? You weren't enjoying your 
sucking so much that you didn't hear me, were you? 
Let's not waste any time. Why don't you and the little 
wife come over for the weekend next Friday? That will 
give her time to get settled into her new job. You will 
also have time to embellish on all my attributes." He 
was still laughing as he said, "This house has plenty 
of room. We'll barbeque. There's a swimming pool and 
Jacuzzi. I'm sure she will enjoy a new and completely 
different lifestyle. You don't have to tell her how 
different. She will know by Sunday. Don't look so 
gloomy. We are going to have a wonderful time. At 
least, I am."

Still laughing, he pushed me out the door.

"Oh, and Paul, I almost forgot, no fucking. We want her 
horny for me, don't we?"

On the drive home, I realized that I had become 
resigned to the inevitable. The seduction of my wife 
was going to happen, whether I liked it or not. 
Curiously, I was a little excited about the whole 
thing. Sucking his big dick wasn't as repulsive as it 
had been at first. Could I help seduce her and then 
watch that gigantic cock penetrate her small pussy? 
Would she enjoy it, or hate me and call the police? 
Would she still love me? There were too many unknowns 
for me to sort out all at once.

At home, I told Holly about going to Mister Beal's. I 
told her that I had helped move some furniture and had 
strained myself. This got me off the hook of having to 
make love to her for a few days. She was excited about 
spending a weekend in a luxury victorian home, with a 
large pool and jacuzzi. I had entirely forgotten 
something. I had never told her that Mister Beal was 
black.

She went to work the next morning, and everything was 
almost normal for the next few days. She was waiting 
for me when I came in the door on Thursday. She was in 
a raging fury!

"How could you? Why didn't you tell me that Mister Beal 
was black? Do you think I am going to spend a weekend 
in a house with a black man?" She was screaming the 
words at me.

"How did you find out he was black?" I asked the stupid 
question without even thinking. I was trying to remain 
calm, even though my stomach was roiling inside.

"He came down to pick up his mail because his secretary 
was off today. He said he was so happy we were going to 
be his guests for a couple of days. I almost dropped 
through the floor! Why? Why were you keeping it a 
secret? You can tell him we changed our minds. Tell him 
anything, but get us out of this!" She said in a more 
reasonable voice.

"But, darling, I already accepted. He got you the job, 
didn't he? He's going to put in a good word with the 
old man for me. Did he talk nice? Wasn't he polite?

"Well, he was very nice and polite. I could tell he is 
well educated. We made small talk for a while. He 
complimented me on how pretty I am. That's something 
you haven't done in the last few days. Still, I do not 
care to be in close proximity of a black man for a 
weekend. You were going to wait until he answered the 
door, and let me be surprised, weren't you?"

I tried being reasonable and explained, "Look honey, I 
will be right there. I'll always be by your side. Once 
you get to know him, you will see he is really a very 
nice guy. He's a great conversationalist. He has a 
beautiful home and a large pool. It will be great to 
get away for a weekend. I don't know how to politely 
tell him we are not coming. There may go my promotion. 
He may recommend one of the other candidates. Couldn't 
you swallow your prejudice for just one weekend?" I 
could see she was starting to waver.

"Well, okay, but only for one weekend." She finally 
said.

"Thanks honey, you will never regret your decision." We 
will have a wonderful weekend. His home is more than 
twice as big as ours. I don't know why a single man 
needs such a large home, and I never asked him." I was 
talking too fast to cover up my nervousness.

That evening as we were laying in bed talking, she was 
gently caressing my prick. It stayed soft, even though 
I wanted her. I was too nervous, thinking about what 
was going to happen in another day.

"Why does he live alone? Maybe, he had a wife, but they 
are divorced." She was saying more to herself than to 
me. "What is wrong with you? You always want to have 
sex, and for the last week, you haven't touched me. 
Don't you love me anymore?" 

"I'll always love you and want you. It's just the 
pressure at work, and I'm not really over that strain, 
yet." I replied.


The next evening, as I rang the bell, I was carrying a 
small suitcase and she had an overnight bag. Jim 
answered the door, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. At 
least, this time, he had on a shirt. He welcomed us 
with a handshake and a big hug for Holly. It seemed he 
took his time giving her a hug. We were showed to our 
bedroom, which had a king sized bed. After unpacking 
our weekend clothes, we joined him on the terrace. 
There was a large bowl of iced punch sitting on the 
table. We each took a large glass of punch, and he led 
us around the house showing pictures and antiques he 
had collected. Next, we went out back, to the yard and 
the pool. He had a beautiful place and was proud of it. 
Holly had finished her glass and he poured her another. 
It was actually too sweet for me, so I had only sipped 
on mine. Holly complained of being dizzy, and he 
suggested she lay down till he had barbequed the 
steaks. I took her upstairs and put her to bed, then 
rejoined him. She was out like a light. We made small 
talk for half an hour, or so, and then he threw the 
shocker at me.

"Let's go see that little pussy of your wife's. I want 
to smell and kiss it before dinner." He said this as he 
was getting up and heading for the door.

"But, you can't do that. She will wake up and scream 
bloody murder." I sputtered.

"Oh no, she won't." That punch is spiked and she drank 
enough to keep her sound asleep while I give her a big 
kiss right between her legs." He laughed.

When we entered the bedroom, she was sprawled across 
the bed. He went right to her shorts and began pulling 
them down. "Take off her blouse, so I can see and suck 
those tits." He demanded.

I didn't know what else to do, so did as he asked. In a 
few moments, she was naked in all her innocence. She 
was about to be ravished without her knowledge. How 
could I do this to my lovely wife? I was ashamed and 
feeling guilty, but still had a raging hard on. I had 
never dreamed this would happen. I stood back and Jim 
got on the bed beside her. He kissed her lips, but 
there was no response from her. He moved to her breasts 
and began sucking one and then the other. 

When she groaned, I was scared to death! But, she was 
still sleeping. He kissed his way down to her pubic 
mound, and was kissing and licking all around her 
pussy. She squirmed in her sleep. Then, he spread her 
lips with his fingers and was licking her clit. She let 
out another long groan. I was holding my breath, and 
praying she would not awaken. All of a sudden, his 
tongue was darting in and out of her pussy. He would do 
that for a few strokes, then, lick her clitoris again. 
I couldn't stand it any longer. I took my dick out and 
started beating it. I was never so horny in my life!

He raised his head and told me to pull his shorts off. 
Again, I did as I was told. That's when he told me to 
suck him, as he ate her. I was sucking him, stroking my 
dick and he was eating her pussy. What an erotic sight! 
Just the thought of this happening, made me shoot my 
load all over the carpet. She was constantly groaning 
and thrashing her hips. Jim stiffened, and I had 
another load of his cum to swallow. I was beginning to 
like it! Before she could climax, he stopped and got 
dressed. He told me to clean up the mess I had made, 
get her clothes back on her, and join him outside at 
the barbeque. He acted as if nothing had even happened.

When I joined him outside, I asked why he had not let 
her cum.

He said, "Because I want her horny and awake when I 
fuck her. I don't like a woman to be unconscious when 
my big dick is put into her tight hole. I want her to 
feel every inch. I want her screaming from the sheer 
size of trying to fit into her, and then screaming from 
pleasure when she has gotten adjusted to it. By the 
way, you have a future in sucking cock, if you ever 
want to change professions. Do you enjoy sucking?"

"Until a week ago, I had never thought about it. I had 
never touched another man and had no desire to. I guess 
sucking you isn't so bad. I have changed completely in 
a little over a week. In my wildest dreams, I would 
never have thought I would be in this situation. I am 
actually looking forward to seeing you fuck Holly with 
that monster cock of yours. I would like to lick her 
clean, when you are finished! God, I can't believe I 
said that, but it is true."

"I'll put these steaks on low heat, and let's go inside 
and watch one of my movies, starring yours' truly. 
Holly should be awake shortly. Let's see what she does 
when she walks in and sees my cock up a white girl. She 
may not mean to look, but she is bound to see 
something. We want to put the idea in her mind, that 
white women love black cock." He said.

We had been watching the movie for about half an hour, 
of Jim fucking and eating a young, beautiful white 
woman. I was horny again because I knew this was real. 
The woman was giving it all she could, but couldn't 
seem to take all his cock inside her. I heard a sudden 
intake of breath behind me, but never turned around. 
Jim was saying how all white women loved black cock. He 
was talking for the benefit of Holly, whom we knew was 
in the doorway behind us. I asked him if he thought 
Holly would be the same as the woman in the movie. 

He was saying that he had never heard of a white woman 
that didn't enjoy a long black dick reaching deeper 
than their husbands ever could. We were just making 
small talk about the pleasure a woman felt when she 
could feel the baby making sperm of her black lover 
squirting into her womb. It must have been 10 minutes 
before I heard footsteps going outside. 

In a few minutes, we got up and followed. Holly was 
sitting at the table, sipping on another potent punch. 
She never asked what we had been doing. She was 
probably scared Jim would tell her! Jim pulled his 
chair from the table and kind of sprawled into it. He 
was directly across from Holly. I heard an intake of 
breath, and glanced at Holly. She was staring at Jims 
shorts. I looked, and could understand why she had 
gasped. You could see the head of his dick sticking out 
the bottom on the left side. 

Every few seconds, it would jerk as if it had a life of 
it's own, I knew he was doing this on purpose, but he 
acted as if nothing was wrong. Holly would glance away, 
but her eyes kept returning to the same spot. She was 
getting more and more flustered. About that time, the 
steaks were done, I brought out the salad and we had an 
enjoyable meal. Jim suggested we go swimming after 
dinner, and we all agreed. 

I think Holly needed to cool off, and also, get away 
from that punch bowl. Jim changed into a pair of skin-
tight swim trunks that looked as if there was a roll of 
sausage stuck down the top of them. I was wearing 
boxers, and Holly had on a conservative two-piece 
swimsuit. Frolicking in the water, Jim seemed to 
accidentally touch Holly's butt or breasts several 
times. Once, when he was helping her out of the pool, 
he "accidentally " brought her hand into contact with 
his dick. She never jerked away and acted as if nothing 
had happened, but I could see her face turn red.

When we went to change, she was strangely quiet. When I 
looked at her with a question in my eyes, she said, "I 
am scared. I feel as if something is going to happen 
and I will be forever changed. There is something about 
Jim that frightens me. I get a funny feeling when he 
touches me. Did you see what he has between his legs? 
How could a man be that big? Are all black men like 
that? I saw you watching that filthy movie. That was 
him with that young white woman, wasn't it? Well, are 
you just going to stand there like a dummy, or answer 
me?"

"You were talking so fast, I never had a chance to 
answer. You are getting hysterical. Please calm down 
and think rationally. Most blacks are huge in the dick 
department, much bigger than white men. He never knew 
you could see him at the table. Yes, that was him in 
the movie. You can't blame him. She certainly was 
enjoying what he was doing. I have heard that all white 
women never want another white man after being with a 
black. I don't know if that is true, or not. It 
probably is, for a white man's equipment doesn't 
measure up to a black's. She probably could not feel 
her husband's little white dick anymore."

"Are you saying, if I made love to him, I wouldn't want 
you anymore? I believe that he has plans to try and get 
into my pants before the weekend is over. He better 
change his plans! I'm not sleeping with a black man, 
ever! What would my parents say? What would yours? How 
could I look at myself in the mirror, knowing what I 
had done? I married you, not every man that wants to 
put his penis into me."

I tried to explain, without making her hysterical 
again. "Darling, he is only being a man. He finds you 
attractive, and he told me that it has been weeks since 
he had a woman. He is only flirting. What harm is there 
in that? So, he touched you in the pool and he wears 
skin-tight swim trunks. Maybe he gets a thrill from 
making you horny, but it is not going any further than 
that. 

Any man would do the same thing. You are a very 
beautiful, desirable woman. You have shut yourself away 
from the world too long. People are different in the 
real world. Just go along with his flirting, and 
occasional touch. Nothing else is going to happen. 
Please believe me, you are safe as long as you want to 
be." 

"Are you saying that you don't mind if he flirts and 
touches me? Do you like seeing another man touch my 
breasts or my behind? What if he does more than that? 
Would you still just watch? Don't you care what happens 
to me? What if he is serious, and wants to really stick 
that giant thing inside me? Would you keep your mouth 
shut and let him?" I couldn't understand why she was 
speaking so calmly.

"Honey, I love you, and your happiness is very 
important to me. If you ever wanted him to make love to 
you, I would keep my mouth shut. There would be no 
recriminations or accusations. I would accept the fact 
that you did it because you wanted to experience a 
forbidden act. An act that you have never dreamed 
about! You have never done anything that was improper 
in your life. For once, if you want to let your 
feelings rule your mind, go for it. Maybe you should 
forget your strict upbringing for once, and do what you 
want to do."

"Paul, do you know what you are saying? You are saying 
that it is okay if I make love to Jim. You are giving 
me to him for the next two days. How long have you felt 
this way? You planned this whole thing, didn't you? You 
and Jim! Well, I am not something to be given away. I 
am your wife and I never thought you would forget that 
fact. Lets go downstairs and forget this whole 
conversation. It's making me sick to my stomach. I need 
another brandy to get this bad taste out of my mouth.

Downstairs, Holly poured another brandy, and went into 
the den, where Jim was going to show one of the current 
box office blockbusters. Jim was on one end of the sofa 
and Paul on the other. The only place to sit was 
between them. After a few minutes of the movie, Paul 
put his hand on her leg, just above the knee. She let 
it rest there, and was sipping her drink. She felt a 
hand on her neck, and first, she glanced at Paul, 
thinking it was he. She could see both his hands. What 
should she do?? The hand wasn't moving, only gently 
touching her shoulder and neck. She decided to ignore 
both hands. 

Paul's fingers began tracing small circles on her 
thigh. She was getting excited. She never realized that 
the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. Then, the 
hand on her neck was slowly massaging her shoulders and 
the back of her head. No one ever said a word. For all 
intent and purposes, you would swear they were all 
engrossed in the movie.

Jim was beginning to stretch his arm over her shoulder, 
and he could touch just above her breast. She still 
never moved, wondering how far she was going to let 
this go. Another drink, and she relaxed, enjoying the 
attention she was receiving from two men. Paul was 
still tracing circles, and Jim took her empty hand and 
put it on his lap, She attempted to pull away, but he 
had a grip like steel. When she stopped pulling, his 
hand became gentle. He placed her hand on his massive 
bulge, and when she touched it, she could feel it move. 
As her hand lay there, with his hand covering hers, his 
dick began to grow. He was squeezing her fingers, and 
they in turn were squeezing his giant, black dick. 

Knowing that she was getting him erect excited her. She 
had the power to make a man want her! His pajamas 
couldn't contain his prick any longer. It popped 
through his pj's and into her hand. He wrapped her 
fingers around his dick and removed his hand. She kept 
her fingers in place, but never moved them. He was 
fully erect, and her fingers never reached half way 
around this monster. She knew that Paul could see what 
was going on, but not a word was said. 

Paul had moved his hand closer to her pussy, and was 
now rubbing the tips of his fingers across the crotch 
of her shorty pajamas. She was dizzy from the 
excitement, but mostly from the drinks. She had never 
been so horny in her life. She was unconsciously moving 
her hand up and down on Jim's prick. She decided to go 
with the flow and see how far this was going to go. 
Besides, she was so excited, she didn't care anymore. 

If Paul didn't care, why should she? She had not worn a 
bra under her pj top, and now the hand around her 
shoulder was under the top of her pj's! It was slowly 
rotating and caressing, but always getting nearer her 
breast. Paul was rubbing her clitoris with his fingers. 
There was a hand fondling and gently pinching her 
nipples. She had her head leaned back against the arm 
around her neck and had her eyes closed. She felt cool 
air on her chest and realized that the buttons on her 
pj's were no longer closed. 

Jim must be looking at her firm breasts! Then, there 
was a hand on each breast, squeezing, massaging, and 
pinching. It felt so wonderful! Never had she felt 
anything like this in her entire life. Now, her hips 
were being gently raised and she felt her bottoms being 
slowly pulled down and off. My God, I am naked, she was 
thinking. She was too embarrassed to move. She had let 
this go too far, and now there was no way out! What am 
I going to do, she was thinking. I'll let them have 
their fun, but there is no way Jim is going to stick 
that monster dick of his inside me! 

Maybe, all they want to do is feel. I think Paul is 
going to eat me right in front of Jim. Then, there was 
a mouth on her right breast, and a hand pinching the 
other. That felt so wonderful. Paul was licking and 
kissing her legs, and always moving upwards. Hurry up! 
She was thinking. I am so wet down there! I need your 
tongue to make me climax! Finally! He had his tongue 
inside her pussy and was lapping up her cunt juice. The 
mouth on her breast was alternating between one breast 
and the other. The feelings from her breasts seemed to 
go straight to her pussy. She couldn't last much 
longer! 

Suddenly, the arm was removed from her neck, the mouth 
left her breasts, and worst of all Paul's mouth left 
her pussy! She had been so near! What had happened? Was 
this as far as they were going to go? Ah, that's more 
like it. The mouth had returned to her breasts. Now, 
why isn't Paul licking her pussy and finishing what he 
started? Oh, Yes, there he is, better than ever. Wait a 
minute! They've switched! Paul is sucking her breasts. 
She would know his mouth anywhere. 

That has to be Jim's mouth on her pussy! Oh, My God, 
Oh, My God, what have I gotten myself into? I never 
thought Paul would let this happen. Not my husband, not 
my Paul! How could he give his wife to another man, and 
a black man, at that? Her mind was in turmoil, but her 
body was still responding. She couldn't have stopped 
them, even if she had wanted to, And, she didn't want 
them to stop!! She had resigned herself to the fact 
that she was being taken by two men and one of them her 
husband!

Jim's tongue was driving her crazy! He was fucking her 
with his tongue and it seemed longer than Paul's dick. 
She had been groaning for the last five minutes, and 
the men knew she was on the edge of the biggest climax 
she had ever had. Never, Never, had anything felt this 
good! She was there!! She was cumming! Oh, God, Oh, 
God, Don't stop! Don't stop! NO! NO! Stop, Stop, I 
can't stand anymore! She passed out and her body went 
limp.

Paul was the first to notice. "She's unconscious. What 
happened to her?"

"It was the intense pleasure of her climax. I've seen 
this happen before." Jim whispered. "Let's get her 
upstairs to the bed, before she comes around. The night 
is still early and I have just gotten started. That was 
a very small climax, compared to what will happen when 
my 11 inches are buried in her pussy. Come on, I'll 
carry her."

Jim picked her up and carried her up the stairs and 
over to the bed, placing her on the pristine white 
sheet ever so carefully.

"Okay Paul, this is where you bow out. I am going to be 
lying next to her when she wakes. I want her to see 
only me. She knows that I was the one eating her. Her 
barriers against having sex with me have been broken. 
If she sees you, they might spring back into place. 
Later, you can join us, but for now, go back downstairs 
and watch television. Or, if you like, go outside the 
door and watch. She is mine for the rest of the night." 
Jim commanded.

Paul left the room, with his head hanging. There was 
nothing he could say or do. This was all his fault, and 
he knew it. His beautiful, innocent wife was about to 
be ravished by a black man.

Jim finished undressing and removed the pajama top off 
Holly. She was lying on her side, and he lay down 
facing her. His body was pressed against hers'. She 
slowly opened her eyes, and all she could see was Jim's 
face. Recognition dawned in her eyes, and then the 
realization that she was naked in bed with a black man. 
She was going to be fucked, and she knew it. There was 
nothing to do, but accept her fate and enjoy it. 

She silently prayed that he would be gentle. She still 
couldn't believe his dick would fit inside her, but she 
was about to find out. He moved his head closer and 
kissed her deeply, thrusting his hot tongue into her 
willing mouth and laving her oral cavity for all he was 
worth. Holly put her bare arms around his neck and drew 
him close to her. Her pussy was already tingling with 
anticipation and her young nipples began to harden 
under the hardness of his bare chest muscles. 

Jim began to move one of his large strong hands up her 
side and between their bodies, seeking one of her ripe 
nipples. He continued to French her mouth as he raised 
up slightly on the other elbow so that his hand could 
have greater access to her upthrust mound, and he 
kneaded the pliant flesh between his fingers and 
churned it round and round, causing Holly to become 
even more excited. A feeble mewl from her throat goaded 
him on, as he bent down to her chest, taking one 
yearning breast in his mouth and sucking it so hard 
that she gave a little gasp of pain. 

He eased up a little then, sucking it more tenderly, 
and nibbling the erect nipple between his teeth. He 
turned his attention then to the other breast and 
repeated his lusting ministrations, causing Holly to go 
out of her mind with desire. She wanted it so badly! As 
Jim caressed her firm young breasts, cupping each mound 
in his hands to suck greedily at the tiny throbbing 
pink nipples, drawing them one at a time into his mouth 
so that he could flick his tongue around them, she felt 
she could almost cum right then! 

She moaned with ecstasy, feeling her want building up 
again in her belly and her pulsing vagina juicy with 
expectation. "Eat me, Jim!" she begged, goosebumps 
forming over her flesh as his eagerly working mouth 
gently nibbled across her breasts and then up and down 
along the heated cleavage. She was quivering 
uncontrollably from the flicking sensual arousal and 
her voice was thick with excitement. 

Jim continued to use his pleasure-giving mouth around 
her throbbing breasts as he placed his hand on her 
furry pubic mound and parted the puffy cunt lips with 
his thumb and middle finger. Breathless, Holly flinched 
as the cool air came in contact with the super-
sensitized furrow, now oozing with the secretions of 
sexual excitement. His hands splayed open the tender 
lips of her vagina even wider to slip a finger up into 
the soft slit around her clitoris, the way his tongue 
was opening the lips of her mouth to find her tongue 
again. 

Immediately, the passionate wife established a grinding 
movement with her hips, reveling in the wicked 
sensations his lewd fingering was bringing her. God, 
she was excited! 

Jims' finger slid up and down on the slippery cuntal 
furrow, massaging every centimeter of her secret 
passage. She couldn't help herself -- she was beginning 
to cum already! 

"Ohhhh... aaahhhhhh!" the young wife cried out as the 
first wave of orgasm coursed through her naked body. 
She bucked and spasmed and gasped aloud as the 
indescribable surges electrified every nerve end and 
she rocketed with ecstasy. 

Jim thrust his finger deep inside her vagina and 
continued his maddening assault as the young, innocent 
Holly came and came. Then his tongue was snaking down 
her body, lingering in her navel, and then moving 
relentlessly into her dark pubic thatch. He sucked on 
her pubic curls, bringing pleasurable sounds from her 
sensuously opened mouth. She was anticipating his next 
move, the thought of it quickening her heartbeat and 
bringing a hotter flush of pink to her rosy cheeks. 

"Oh YES, Jim, lick it! Lick it!" she cried out 
shamelessly, almost wild with craven lust. 

He did. He licked and sucked and frenched her pussy 
until she came again and again. His knowing tongue 
circled around maddeningly up inside her, flicking 
lustily against the wet sensitive walls of her cuntal 
passage. In response to the salacious titillation, she 
wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him 
closer to her, twining her fingers in his kinky black 
hair and thrusting her pelvis harder into his face. 

Jim reacted immediately to her excited want, licking up 
from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris and 
back down again with long strokes of his tongue, 
feeling her legs tighten and relax, tighten and relax 
around his waist to help him in his lascivious labors. 
He finally pushed her legs up high so that her knees 
brushed her breasts, allowing him to bury his tongue 
deeper into her hotly pulsating little cunt. 

When she had cum three times more, her little pussy was 
so over-sensitized that she pushed his head away and 
begged him to stop. She almost passed out again from 
the sensations and lay on the bed, sweating profusely 
and gasping for air. Her eyes were closed and her whole 
body trembled. Jim moved up her body and kissed her 
passionately on the mouth, giving her a taste of her 
own cuntal juices mixed with his saliva. She could feel 
his heavily throbbing cock pressed demandingly into her 
loins and her eyes opened wide in fear. It felt bigger 
than ever. 

Surely it would kill her, would split her vagina wide 
apart and tear her very womb if he were to ram that 
weapon up into her tight pussy!

Yet the obscene feel of its pulsing hardness gave her a 
thrilling sense of sensual happiness, its throbbing 
presence comforting to her in some strange way, and she 
kissed him back more passionately. 

Holly's hips were rocking back and forth, allowing 
Jim's cock head to enter her opening very slightly, as 
he continued to rub her pussy with his cock. As Jim's 
cock would graze Holly's clitoris, she would shudder, 
and a low moan would escape her. The tip of his cock 
was taunting the erect bud of her clitoris, sending 
wild sensations racing through her with each throb of 
the slippery head. 

Her cunt lips were yielding under the force of his 
thrusting pressure. His enormous penis pressed into her 
naked flesh like a rolling pin of flesh. The great 
menacing weapon was already oozing its seminal fluid as 
he rubbed his cock-shaft insinuatingly back and forth 
over the top of her cunt slit, arousing her inflamed 
clitoris. She found her buttocks beginning to move 
upward. 

Jim aroused her further by licking her neck, sending 
goosebumps all over her body. Then he licked down her 
chest, across her full proud breasts to her nipples, 
which rose and hardened to the touch of his tongue. He 
licked and sucked all over her breasts, forcing gasps 
of pleasure from her throat. She ground her pelvis 
harder into his loins, aflame for more. 

"You're ready for it now, aren't you, you want it 
now... the full length of a black man's cock deep 
inside you," he whispered in her ear. He followed his 
words with his tongue, licking in the sensitive little 
channel and setting Holly on fire with craven lust. 
"Don't you?" he whispered again. 

Pride captured her tongue, and the aroused wife did not 
speak. She whimpered and fretted and closed her eyes. 

"I do want it... now." 

"Want what?" 

"Your cock... I want you to... to fuck me, Jim" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, oh YES. FUCK ME!" She kissed him passionately on 
the mouth again and ground her breasts and her pubis 
into his hard, muscular black body. 

He kissed her passionately again then slid down her 
body a little, so that his huge throbbing cock was 
poised at the entrance of her delectable cunt. Using 
his cock as a probe, he inched forward until he was 
sure he was right on target, then he pressed hard so it 
was tight against her vaginal lips. 

"Jim... be gentle with me. I've never had anything that 
big inside me," she said softly, her voice quavering 
with desire. 

The pressure of his cock rubbing against her clitoris 
created new sensations of arousal, and she found 
herself opening her legs wider to admit her black 
lover. He was slowly forcing her pussy lips open, 
steadying his cock with his hand as it pushed into the 
waiting lips of her pleasure hole. As he pulled at the 
quivering half-moons of her buttocks, pulling her onto 
his throbbing shaft, he shoved his tongue into her 
mouth again and started licking into her cheeks. 

Holly's clitoris was fully aroused by the contact with 
the slowly advancing penis, and her buttocks 
voluntarily moved upward under the forcefully gripping 
hand to get more of the exciting stimulation. He was in 
her now, at least a couple of inches, worming his way 
slowly into her velvety cuntal moistness. 

She felt a lascivious thrill from his tonguing into her 
mouth. She ran her hands over his back, his arms, his 
neck, thrilling to the feel of Jim's hard, powerful 
muscles. He flexed his muscular thighs, moving his 
enormous shaft a little further in. There was pain -- 
she thought her vagina would be split apart -- but she 
could endure it because she wanted his huge rod of 
flesh inside her. Her body cried out for it, demanded 
it, and there was no turning back. 

"Oooohhhh... aaahhh... aanngghh..." she moaned, 
grimacing with the pain. 

Jim paused for a moment, panting above her, his body 
slick with sweat. He wriggled his thighs then, warning 
her in advance of an imminent thrust far up into her 
cunt, so she stretched her legs wider apart and drew 
her knees back, leaving her pussy in a more open and 
vulnerable position to receive the immense, blood-
bloated rod of throbbing flesh. Its pounding heat was 
already enticing the juices from her vaginal walls -- 
her pussy, her vagina, her clitoris wanted more. 

He groaned aloud, then suddenly whammed his buttocks 
down and forward, sending his palpitating shaft deep up 
into her, searing her vagina as if a boiling thermos 
had been rammed into her belly. Holly let out a loud 
gasp of pain. She bucked and quivered and squirmed on 
his cock, trying to evade his impaling weapon. But it 
was useless. He knew that he had her. He gave an extra 
shove, feeling the tip of his cock butt against her 
cervix. God, she was tight! They lay still together for 
a long moment, he giving her a chance to get used to 
his cudgel. They were breathing in synch. He flexed his 
throbbing member inside her, and she contracted her 
vaginal muscles around it. 

Jim slowly eased back out a little, feeling as though 
his cock was being gripped by strong hands; clenching, 
slippery hands as he shoved in again hard. Holly gave a 
stifled cry. Back out a little and in again. (She 
groaned.) Out... in... (She gasped, then sighed.) Out, 
in... out, in... (a little longer 

stroke this time) out, in... (She was moving under him, 
her buttocks were coming to life. Out, in... faster 
now... (She was thrusting her pelvis up harder to his 
loins.) 

God, it was exciting! She had never felt so thrilled in 
all her life. She pulled his head down and thrust her 
tongue hungrily up into his mouth, her eyes closed, a 
steady whimper of pleasure emanating from her throat. 
Jim returned her kisses with ardor. They were both 
consumed by passion, their sweat-soaked bodies locked 
against each other. 

A long stroke now -- her cunt was wet and hot; his cock 
was hot and sticky -- in, out... iiiiinnnnn... 
ooouuuttt... She was loving it! She couldn't get 
enough! Holly's long legs were tightly wrapped around 
his contracted, rock-hard buttocks. Her moans of 
pleasure grew in volume until they reached a crescendo 
as the well-fucked wife rode the full length of Jim's 
massively thrusting cock into her stretched vaginal 
passage. 

Her passion peaked at that instant. "Ohhhh... ohh my 
God... I'm... I'm cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" She bucked 
furiously against him and ground her pussy as hard as 
she could around his skewering cock, flailing her head 
on the bed and spasming throughout her sweat-drenched 
body. Her sighs of rapture culminated an act she had 
never dreamed would ever happen. And while she was in 
the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, the powerful, muscular 
body on top of her shuddered violently and filled her 
pussy with spewing jets of sticky hot cum. 

"I love your tight pussy." he said, flexing his cock 
inside her once again. She could feel his organ 
beginning to expand. She answered huskily, "And I love 
your black dick." squeezing his burgeoning cock with 
her clasping vaginal muscles. 

"Oh, My God, where's Paul?" She suddenly remembered her 
missing husband.

"He's downstairs. Lets call him up here and have him 
clean us up. That's the least he can do." Jim was 
smiling as he said this and thinking of degrading Paul 
even further. Jim faced the door and yelled for Paul to 
come upstairs.

Paul must have been outside the door for he almost 
immediately stepped inside. He was naked, and his dick 
was small and limp.

Jim rolled off Holly and told Paul, "Come over here and 
clean us up with your tongue. Ladies first, so clean 
Holly first."

Paul got between Holly's legs and stuck his head 
between her legs. Her pussy was gaping open, and cum 
was running out of her pussy and toward her ass. He 
placed his mouth over her pussy and began sucking and 
licking. It seemed as if there was a gallon of cum 
inside her. When he couldn't get anything else, he 
moved his head over and sucked Jim clean. Holly had 
never moved, nor said a word. She placed her hand 
around Jim's still hard dick, and gave Paul a look of 
contempt, or maybe it was pity.

"Okay," Jim said, "you can go back outside the door and 
masturbate, while Holly and I enjoy the rest of the 
night." As Paul left the room, Jim pulled Holly over on 
top of him. His monster dick was sticking straight up, 
like a light pole.

Holly climbed over him, positioned her pussy over his 
cockhead, and speared herself, moaning as she sank 
wetly onto his hard pole. She was able to slide down 
the entire length and make the black tool disappear 
inside her tummy. She leaned forward, and Jim pulled 
her to him, embracing and caressing her. Holly was in 
bliss. Her pussy was completely filled by Jim's now 
familiar hard cock, and he was lovingly holding her 
close and safe, whispering words of reassurance and 
encouragement.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved up until only the tip 
was in her and then down again until she was fully 
impaled on his cock. He rubbed and kneaded her breasts, 
pinching her nipples from time to time, heightening her 
pleasure. Holly moved slowly, as long as she could, and 
then she went crazy. No longer able to control her 
motions, She fucked his manhood furiously, as fast and 
as hard as she could. 

This was a pain-pleasure experience Holly had never 
dreamed possible. She was a sexual animal, a real bitch 
in heat, and it was fucking great! She could feel Jim 
shooting his hot load into her womb. And then another 
orgasm... and another. They were coming so fast she 
couldn't keep track. Her orgasms all blended together. 
The room swirled around and around until Holly passed 
out. Again, Holly opened her eyes, to find Jim staring 
into her eyes. She could feel his cock still embedded 
in her pussy.

Jim smiled and said, "I think you have had all you can 
take for one night. Let's go downstairs and find 
something to eat. I'm starved."


PART 2


After a quick shower, Jim and I went downstairs and had 
a plate of cold cuts. I was ravenous! Paul was sitting 
in the living room looking dejected. He never spoke or 
acknowledged our presence when we entered. I sat on the 
sofa next to Paul and Jim sat down in a chair across 
the room.

Jim said, "We have things to discuss. Actually, I have 
things to discuss, and you will listen. First, Holly, 
you will call Monday, and tell Mrs. Maynard you are 
quitting. Give any reason you want, but I do not want 
you working. Paul, I will see you get a raise, starting 
immediately. You will no longer need her wages. Second, 
I am the "old man." I own the company. The president is 
nothing but a figurehead. I have found whites do not 
like working for a black. This way, I get the cream of 
the crop of the brilliant young minds coming out of the 
universities. Third, Paul, you will make Holly 
available to me anytime I wish, and I assure you that 
will be everyday. Beginning Monday, I won't be around 
the office much; I will be at your house fucking your 
beautiful wife. Are there any questions?"

Paul raised his head and asked, "Do I have a choice?" 
Does she have a choice? What if this was a one time 
thing? What if she changes her mind, and doesn't want 
you fucking her again?"

"Well Holly, is he right? Is it possible you don't want 
this black cock in your tight white pussy again?" Jim 
said, looking at Holly.

Holly turned beet red from embarrassment. His giant 
black penis had made her feel better than anything else 
in the world, better than anything ever would again. 
She knew she wanted him again and again, but did she 
want to be his white slut? What if her family found 
out? It would kill them. Not only her family, but also 
her friends were all of the opinion that blacks were 
little better than animals. She had been told that all 
her life. 

Until tonight, that is what she fully believed. Could 
she change? Had she already changed? What about Paul? 
He had arranged all this, but look at him now. He was 
evidently sorry. She still loved him, but she knew in 
her heart, he would never satisfy her again. Could they 
stay married while she only fucked Jim? What was she 
going to say? How could she answer? Finally, looking at 
Paul and then Jim, she answered, "Could Paul and I go 
home and spend tomorrow talking about this? We have a 
lot to talk about. Jim, I know I want you again. I want 
you right now! But, I don't want to destroy my 
marriage. I don't want to hurt my parents and friends."

"Sure you can," Jim replied, "and I have a couple of 
tapes I want you to watch tomorrow to help you make up 
your minds. I'll send them over in the morning. I want 
to make a copy of them first."

Back at home, Holly said, "Lets sleep on this and 
discuss everything in the morning. I'm tired and my 
pussy hurts. I want to soak in a tub of hot water. Paul 
was already asleep, when she crawled into bed beside 
him. She was physically exhausted, and Paul was 
emotionally spent. Paul woke next morning, with someone 
banging on the door. It was the tapes! Paul knew in his 
heart what was on one of them, but the other? He could 
guess. 

Jim had those damn cameras all over the house. Paul 
fixed a cup of strong coffee and put one in the DVD. He 
was right. This one was of him and Jim. He was going to 
destroy this one, but Holly walked into the room. 
Everything was there. Jim sucking him and what he did 
in return. Their conversation, everything, and Holly 
watched, speechless!

"Oh, My God." Yelled Holly. Look what you are doing! 
You're sucking his dick and swallowing his cum! You're 
a queer! Why didn't you marry a man, why me? You did 
set it all up for me to fuck a black man. How could 
you?"

Paul tried to explain, "He was going to send a copy to 
our families. He was going to post them on the 
Internet. You heard what he said. Let's see what the 
other one has on it, before you condemn me too much."

The other began in the living room with Holly being 
seduced and eaten by Jim. From the look on her face, 
you could tell she was enjoying every second of it. It 
cut to the bedroom, with her and Jim lying side by 
side. Again, every detail was on film. Jim fucking her, 
her fucking Jim, it was all there! Next was Jim by 
himself. He was sitting in a chair, naked, and his 
massive cock standing straight up! He slowly stroked 
his cock as he talked. Holly couldn't take her eyes 
from the screen. She didn't even blink!

He was saying, "I don't know what you have decided, but 
let me help you make up your minds. I can sell these 
films to the porno shops and they will be distributed 
all over the country. I can send copies to your family 
and friends. I have their addresses from your job 
applications. I can distribute individual pictures 
around your neighborhood. I can put them on the porno 
sites of the computer. I can do all those things, and 
there is no way you can prevent me. Or, Holly can 
become my white slut and do everything I ask her. It is 
up to you. Even if you call the police, the films and 
pictures will still be distributed. 

"Holly, Paul will do whatever you decide. He is a wimp! 
Remember how you felt with my long black cock buried in 
your pussy. That's where it will be everyday. You will 
be fucked more in a month, than you have been all your 
life. You know you want my cock, and you also know Paul 
will never satisfy you again. It shouldn't be a 
difficult decision. I have already fucked you. It's not 
like I was getting a cherry. 

"Paul has sucked my dick and loved it! We are all 
friends and lovers. I have changed my mind about coming 
there tomorrow. I think you and Paul should pack your 
clothes and move in here with me. Later, you can put 
your house on the market and sell it. You won't need it 
anymore. I think you should move in this afternoon. 
I'll be expecting you about four, and you better be on 
time or you know what the next step will be!"

"Let's have some breakfast, and start packing," Holly 
whispered. She was already flushed and horny again. 
Looking at that monster between Jim's legs had her 
soaking wet.

You mean, we are just going to give in?" demanded Paul.

"If you have any suggestions of what else we can do, 
tell me." Holly snapped.
After thinking for a few minutes, Paul hung his head, 
and said, "Nothing, I guess."

Promptly at four a young, muscular, black man opened 
the door. He must have been in his late twenties and 
stood about six four. He took their bags and they 
followed him inside. Paul and Holly looked at each 
other, not knowing what to think. Jim came walking 
toward them, with a smile on his face. This handsome 
young man is Bob. He is my cook, butler, gardener, and 
especially, my photograper. You never saw him yesterday 
because he was behind those one way mirrors with his 
camera. Don't be bashful around him. He has already 
seen everything you have.

After being settled in separate bedrooms, Paul and 
Holly joined Jim downstairs.
Jim was explaining the living arrangements, "You have 
separate bedrooms, because Holly and I will be using 
one. Paul, you won't join us, unless you are invited. 
You may clean her pussy after I have fucked her, but 
you will not fuck her again. You will do nothing 
without my permission. Holly, you will be here during 
the day with Bob. You will help him whenever he asks. 
You will be available to fuck whenever I ask."

Holly spoke up, "I'm not on birth control and I 
absolutely refuse to get pregnant. I do not want a 
black baby. 

"You refuse nothing! You will get pregnant, if I say 
so, not you! What's wrong with black babies?" Jim said 
angrily. "Who do you think you are, to sit here and 
tell me what you will and will not do? As of now, you 
are my white bitch slut! You do what I say, when I 
say." 

Jim was thinking of the future and her being pregnant 
was part of that future. Porno enthusiasts paid big 
money to see a beautiful white woman fucking a giant 
black dick. They paid even more, if she was pregnant. 
He was a very wealthy man, and porno had done it for 
him. She would be the fifth woman he had bred in the 
last five years. Every fuck session was filmed, and 
every film was worth thousands. He could fuck every 
night and Bob would be fucking every day. When the baby 
was due, he would transfer Paul to another area. She 
could adopt the baby out, throw it in the river, he 
didn't care. His group had businesses all over the 
country. One of them would want this beautiful white 
bitch, to begin the process all over again. 

After an all night fuck session, Holly wasn't able to 
get out of bed Monday morning. As Jim left, he told 
her, "Bob is more than an employee, he is also my 
friend. We share and share alike. You will do whatever 
he asks. Do you understand?"

"What do you mean?" she mumbled, now wide-awake. 
Where's Paul?"

"You're not stupid. Just do what I said. Paul left 
already. He's an employee, remember?"

When Holly finally got out of bed, she called and quit. 
Mrs. Maynard had a smirk in her voice, when she said 
she understood. Holly took her coffee to the terrace 
and there was Bob cleaning the pool. He was in the pool 
and stark naked. She couldn't help but see his muscles 
ripple and that black sausage hanging almost to his 
knees.

Bob saw her and waved. He was completely relaxed and 
unconcerned about his nakedness. He said, "I like 
getting in the pool because the water is so cool and 
refreshing. I'll be out in a minute and we can have 
coffee together. How about getting me a cup, and bring 
the doughnuts."

As Holly returned, he was leaving the pool. She was 
thinking, I'll pretend he has on swim trunks. I won't 
look at that huge, black, glistening cock swinging 
between his legs. He is bigger than Jim! My God, do all 
blacks have gigantic cocks? Holly sat down at the 
table. Her mind was in an uproar. Jim had said for her 
to do whatever Bob wanted. What if he wanted her to 
take that monster inside her? He would rip her apart. 
She was still sore from the last two days. 

Thank God, Jim had stretched her. What was she 
thinking! She was already accepting the fact that she 
was going to fuck Bob! No! No!! She couldn't have 
stooped so low as to fuck any black man with a large 
cock. But, she had. She knew she would do whatever Jim 
asked.

Bob saw her looking with amazement at his cock. He 
thought it was funny. Just wait till his baby making 
seed was spurting up inside her. She would really be 
amazed in a couple of months! Bob said, "Did Jim tell 
you anything this morning?"

"Yes, he said to do whatever you asked." She stammered.

"After we have our coffee, I want you to suck my black 
cock until my seed fills your belly. I do not want you 
to waste a drop. You will swallow all of it and then 
lick me clean. Do you understand?"

Holly turned pale when she heard this. She had sucked 
Paul a few times, but he had not cum in her mouth. That 
was something filthy! Besides, how could she ever get 
that into her mouth?

"I understand, but I don't like sucking a man. I think 
it is filthy and perverted." Holly exclaimed. "Besides, 
that monster will never fit in my mouth. It will choke 
me to death. Why don't you just fuck me and get it over 
with?"

"Now, Now, don't get upset. You will be surprised what 
you can get into your mouth, even down your throat." 
Bob explained. "If you only relax and enjoy, it will be 
pleasurable for the both of us. I'll fuck you 
afterwards, but first I want you to taste black cock. 
Believe me, your husbands little white prick is nothing 
like this. You will come to love black cum and suck 
every dick you can. Let's go inside to the sofa, where 
we can be more comfortable." 

Bob was thinking, what a stupid white bitch. Didn't she 
realize yet that every room in the house was wired with 
motion sensitive video equipment?

Bob settled on the sofa in a half reclining position. 
His cock was already sticking straight up. It looked 
like a large summer sausage. He told Holly, "Get on 
your knees between my legs. Pretend your mouth is your 
pussy. Fuck me with your mouth."

Holly bent down between his legs and grasped his dick 
with both hands. When Holly touched it she began to 
shiver. It was so soft, yet so hard. She felt it from 
its big black head down to his giant scrotum. It must 
have been twelve or thirteen inches long. Holly grabbed 
his cock with both hands and started stroking. It was 
so big she couldn't reach her fingers all the way 
around it. 

What a monster, and how in the world is it going to fit 
into my mouth, she thought. She tentatively stuck her 
tongue to the tip of his dick. There was pre-cum 
already leaking from the hole. She licked it into her 
mouth and tasted. She was surprised it didn't have a 
bad taste at all. She kissed around the head and down 
the sides. Holly opened her mouth as wide as she could 
and managed to get the head in her mouth and maybe an 
inch more. 

She slowly let this small part of the cock move in and 
out of her mouth in a fucking motion. Bob grasped the 
back of Holly's head with his hands and jammed his cock 
in her mouth as far as he could. Another 4 inches 
disappeared between her lips. Her mouth was open wider 
than it had ever been before and the cock head was deep 
in her throat making it very difficult to breath. Out 
of instinct, Holly tried to get away, but she couldn't 
move her mouth from Bob's cock, with him holding her in 
place.

Using his hands around Holly's head, along with his hip 
movements, Bob began to slowly fuck her mouth. Very 
slowly, Holly's mouth started to relax, but her jaws 
were opened to the max. This relaxation seemed to ease 
her discomfort so she relaxed her throat. With each 
stroke a bit more of Bob's cock disappeared between her 
lips. After several seconds Holly learned to control 
her breathing by taking her breaths between strokes. 

This really isn't so bad, she thought. I can do this. 
Slowly at first, then, while still holding the sides of 
her head, he began to pick up speed and strength. More 
and more of Bob's cock disappeared into Holly's throat 
until he had about eight inches in her mouth and going 
down her throat. No matter how hard he pushed, no more 
would go down her throat. The only thing that really 
saved Holly from total revulsion was, she was actually 
turned on by all this. 

She had never been treated like this before. After what 
seemed like an eternity, Bob slammed his cock all the 
way into her throat and just stopped. This interrupted 
Holly's breathing rhythm and scared her. She felt his 
cock start to pulsate at this base and she knew he was 
Cumming. She couldn't taste his cum because the head of 
his dick was so far in her throat. His cum was being 
deposited directly into her belly. Bob relaxed his 
hands on her head and withdrew his cock from her throat 
and mouth. 

Holly gasped for air, but her next reaction surprised 
her. She licked and cleaned his still hard cock. By 
milking his dick with her hand, she was able to still 
get enough cum to roll around her mouth and really 
taste it. It was delicious! The taste was unlike 
anything she had ever tasted, and was a taste she would 
come to crave.

Scooting back on the couch his huge cock stood straight 
up again. Holly straddled him and let herself down over 
his penis. Her pussy juices were dripping out of her 
and onto his huge cock. 

She felt the big head of his cock pushing into her 
slit. It felt like trying to put an apple into herself. 

Suddenly her lips spread open and began to swallow his 
cock. Her eyes grew wide as she felt herself filling 
with his huge black rod. There was some discomfort, but 
no pain because she was so slick. She could feel every 
throbbing vein on his dick. She began fucking up and 
down, riding his pole like there would be no tomorrow. 
Up and down she bounced taking all of him deeper and 
deeper. She could feel his shaft clear up inside her 
belly. He took her legs and put them up over his 
shoulders letting his cock penetrate it's deepest. 
Holly ground herself down on him, loving this new 
sensation. 

Never had she felt so alive. "OH FUCK ME!'' she yelled. 
He lifted her ass up and then let her down, again 
burying his cock each time. Holly had been Cumming 
every few seconds, but could feel the grandfather of 
all cums building in her stomach. It was an 
overwhelming sensation and she didn't know if she would 
survive! A woman wasn't meant to experience such 
pleasure. It could burn out her brain!

OH GOD!!! HERE IT CUMS!! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! The 
head of his dick was buried in her cervix. She could 
feel his seed filling her up. The feeling was 
indescribable!!! MY GOD! SHE COULDN'T STAND ANYMORE! IT 
WAS GOING TO KILL HER!!!
The next thing Holly remembered was waking up alone on 
her bed. She had passed out again. Her pussy was still 
throbbing and tingling. She could feel a large wet 
puddle underneath her butt. She knew she needed to 
shower and clean herself, but it would have to wait. 
She couldn't move if her life depended on it. She dozed 
back off and dreamed of having a black baby.

A month passed and Holly was truly a white slut for 
black cock. Jim fucked her nightly and Bob fucked her 
daily. She was on her back more often than on her feet. 
Her pussy could easily take either one of them. She had 
become an experienced cocksucker, and loved the taste 
of their black sperm. Paul was there, but they seldom 
talked. She occasionally had him lick her pussy after 
she had been thoroughly fucked. Paul did whatever she 
asked, with no questions. 

Sometimes, he even sucked Jim or Bob, and seemed to 
enjoy it. Jim said Paul was a cuckold, and had found 
his position in life. She missed her period the first 
month, but she was fucked so often, she had no time to 
think of anything else but the pleasure of servicing 
two huge cocks. Holly was always available and couldn't 
seem to get enough of their big cocks buried in her not 
so tight pussy. 

Jim was well satisfied with the money coming in from 
the films. Since he had to splice two or more fuck 
sessions together, so the movie would be at least an 
hour and a half long, his profit was cut. But, he still 
had forty quality pornographic films. They were being 
bought on the Internet and rented in the porno stores. 
Holly was one of his best sluts, yet. She would be 
worth more when her pregnancy started showing. He still 
couldn't understand why white men liked to see their 
pregnant women fucked by a big black stud. It was 
inconceivable to him! He would have loved to stick his 
big dick up her ass, but knew he couldn't. 

She had to have at least one cherry hole, or he 
couldn't pass her on when he was finished with her. He 
already had her sold to a Brother that loved white ass, 
but not if it was stretched. He insisted on having a 
virgin asshole, and paid extremely well for the 
privilege of getting her cherry ass. Oh well, you can't 
have everything, Jim was thinking.

Any Author wishing to write another chapter has my 
gratitude and permission...

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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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