Housewife's Awakening
(MF, F+/F, wife, reluctant, humiliation, spanking, toys, exhibition,
interracial)
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Chapter Ten - The Photo Shoot continued
By WF and CG
Amber seemed frozen to the spot as Debbie came onto the set and again held her
forearm as she whispered into her aunt's ear.
"This is getting to be a habit. One more word out of you and I swear I'll have
Stephanie whip the skin off your big backside." Amber could almost feel the
terror run down her aunt's spine. At least from that aspect they had succeeded
in training Debbie, thought Amber. She was in absolute dread of what would
happen if she should annoy her or Stephanie - she and her sister were Debbie's
feared mistresses. Amber though, wanted to grind her down and humiliate her
aunt until there was nothing left of her independent adult self.
"Malcolm. I'm sorry about Debbie. She ought to know better, her being on the
PTA committee for promoting tolerance and all, but she comes from southern
stock. You know some of these primitive prejudices are difficult to eradicate."
Malcolm gave a thin smile before turning his jaundiced yellow eyes on the
luscious woman. "I guess if she does as Rachel says I might find it in myself
to forgive her."
"Hear that slut," Amber resumed her whispering in Debbie's ear. "Malcolm is
kind enough to overlook your rudeness and stupidity. You're going to get real
close to him in the next few minutes. Now don't upset him or me...or else!"
Debbie nodded. Besides the now normal abuse and threats she suffered, there was
the knowledge of her reaction. She had always thought of herself as emancipated
but all that had happened was revealing more and more of her subconscious fears.
How could she respond in such a way in seeing Malcolm? Responding like a
delicate southern belle being faced with a black slave. How could she, after
all she was the one being enslaved...
"Hurry up! Each minute is costing money. Let's get ready for the next set,"
Rachel said to Stephanie and Amber. The girls silently nodded. Debbie felt her
pulse racing even more and her mind swirl with the thought of what she was about
to do with the African-American, no black man.
I can't be doing this...I can't be doing this, a small voice in the back of her
mind screamed. She would have to trust that Brett would come to her rescue
because she was no longer capable of resisting her evil nieces. But then wasn't
she here because of Brett? And she wasn't the only one who had revealed part of
their concealed character. Besides only caring for his own pleasure, she had
seen how weak her husband appeared. He was indecisive and passive, unlike
Stephanie and Amber.
With the drugs clearing from her Debbie was becoming more aware of her
predicament...and how helpless she was. She felt like a doll, a flesh doll,
dressed and presented by her nieces... her mistresses. To do as they willed.
Stephanie pressed behind her soft buttocks and propelled her towards her Nubian
partner.
"Go to it Auntie Debbie. Show everyone what a hot slut you can be. And how much
you love big black cock."
I can't be doing this... I can't be doing this... She repeated to herself as she
scarcely heard Stephanie's cruelly humiliating words. But with her breasts
joggling and the high heels of her platform shoes clicking on the concrete floor
she paused and stood for a moment. Her legs felt like water, and she wasn't
sure if she could go through with this.
She was taken aback by the force of the lights illuminating the stage. The set
lights blinded her and seemed to be moving in and out as Debbie tried to
concentrate on keeping her balance as she teetered towards the microphone
standing in the center of the brightly-lit stage.
Seeing his wife take the stage, Brett couldn't believe he was doing this. Guilt
was racking his insides, but he somehow hoped that Debbie would be strong and
put an end to this craziness before it got too far out of hand.
"Brett you'd better give your wife encouragement. Or else!" Stephanie whispered
her threat in Brett's ear. There was a moment's hesitation before his weak
voice penetrated the darkness.
"Bravo, bravo, you look so wonderful sweetness! Thank you for acting out this
special birthday scene for me. You are going to be so great. I can't wait to
watch you. Please do everything that Rachel ask of you and you will make me the
happiest husband on earth."
Hearing her husband's words, Debbie looked around for him, but couldn't see him
through the veil of light. She couldn't believe what she was hearing and wanted
to see his face. But there was no denying that it was his voice that was
applauding and cheering her onward. Why was he so enthusiastic now, when he
showed so little interest in her just last night, she wondered to herself?
Amber silently whispered into Debbie's ear. "Brett told us that he can't wait
to see you in this scene. He said that it has always been his secret fantasy to
watch you with a black man."
"W-Why really?" Debbie stammered as she was overtaken by a sudden sense of
confusion. Why would her husband want to see her with another man? She didn't
know what to do and couldn't seem to get her thoughts together. That was until
her attention was directed back to the black gentleman standing next to her on
the stage.
Malcolm reached out his hand to great his co-star. "Don't worry baby girl, I'll
do you real good."
Debbie felt foolish for not wanting to shake his hand as his big hand engulfed
her small dainty fingers. It was then that she looked down and saw the outline
of what looked like a roll of sausage, between his legs. Her mouth dropped open
in amazement. That couldn't be his penis! But, what was it? Why would he put
something in his pants? Could it possibly be real? Maybe they really are
animals! Horses! She looked back up at his face, and whenever she thought he
wasn't looking, she kept glancing at the lump in his slacks while Rachel
explained the scene.
Debbie had never had any desire to see another man besides her husband, but now,
she was curious to see if he was real. She wanted to know if any man could be
that big, she would never believe it, unless she actually saw it with her own
eyes.
Debbie tried to regain her composure as the drugs, the strange surroundings, and
the pressure of the situation were beginning to overwhelm her.
Stephanie whispered into Brett's ear. "Are you ready to see your little wife
make a whore of herself to save your pathetic hide? You should be ashamed of
yourself, but after all, you are just a worthless prick. You know you don't
know any better and ought to just leave the thinking to those who can."
Brett had always secretly fantasized about seeing his wife with another man.
Even given this secret fantasy, he wasn't sure he could go through with this
even if his wife and that giant black man were only going to pose in suggestive
positions. But he had another fear. Those 'harmless' earlier poses had
developed into something far more heated...what if the same process occurred
now?
He sat down and nervously watched on as the shoot started with the lights going
out except for the veil of bright set lights focusing on the stage.
Rachel directed Malcolm back to the couch and led a clearly nervous Debbie to
the standing microphone on the stage. "Okay, now sweetie, I will give you
direction and you follow. Don't think about anything but my voice. Now first I
want you to pretend to sing into the microphone."
Debbie looked apprehensive and unsure of herself, as she became the center of
attention. She followed her directions as best she could. She was feeling so
disoriented by this turn of events. She found it difficult tearing her hazel
eyes from the seated figure she was meant to perform for. She could see muscles
bulging, the raw power. And she found her eyes again nervously drifting to the
man's crotch. And of course she was naked beneath her purple chemise. She was
to play the part of a woman in thrall to a gangster. She was a puppet while
being dressed in her revealing dress and now a puppet about to perform in a faux
drama.
"Very good. Now I want you to take the microphone and pull it between your legs
and slightly lean back. Yes...Yes...that's it...now look deeply into the
camera...great...keep it up...now close your legs around the stand...Great."
FLASH...FLASH...She was blinded. Her heart thumped even harder as she realized
that it was beginning again.
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"Hubby, how does your pretty little wife look?" Rachel prompted before warning,
"Don't forget. Encourage her!"
And as trained Brett piped up. "Debbie, sweetheart, you look incredible. Keep
it up, you are doing fantastic." He said with as much fake enthusiasm as he
could muster.
"I want you to start talking dirty and nasty to Aunt Debbie for the rest of the
shoot and then maybe you can earn the right to touch my cock." Stephanie
offered.
"That's it! Now Brett, is it okay for Debbie to lower the straps off her
shoulders? It will look real sexy." Rachel asked.
"Y-y-yes, please, sweetie, lower the straps on your dress for me." Brett
stammered, shaking as he watched his beautiful wife in awe as she started to
strip.
Hearing her husband's voice and now conditioned to instinctively follow
commands, Debbie began to lower the straps as Rachel clicked away. Debbie closed
her heavily made up eyes, took a deep breath and with trembling fingers she
lowered the straps even further exposing her heaving breasts to the camera and
to Malcolm who had been watching her from the sofa.
Debbie felt herself slipping into the part only too well. Maybe it was partly
due to the residual effects of the drugs, but she seemed to be drifting into a
world where she really was a blackmailed singer performing for a brutal
gangster.
Rachel then nodded to Malcolm, a signal to get started. He raised his heavily
muscled body off of the sofa and approached Debbie from behind. For a moment,
Debbie trembled as she was aware of his presence behind her. She was aware of
how the powerful figure towered over her and when his black hands touched the
smooth skin of her shoulders an electric current seemed to shoot down her spine.
Malcolm leaned forward, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine as it
washed over her neck.
FLASH...FLASH...Rachel was taking photographs as Malcolm leaned over her.
"So you've got something against blacks. Well baby girl, this black has
something against you..."
"Oh my god," Debbie said to herself as she heard the whispered words. Her
breasts rose and fell even more agitatedly but in thrall to the situation
Stephanie and Amber had so carefully engineered. Debbie remained still. Rachel
then told Debbie to reach behind her and pull Malcolm into her body. Debbie let
out a gasp because as she reached back to grab him, he intentionally pulled
himself into her and she could feel his hardness on her ass. Debbie realized
that like the earlier photo shoot: things were spinning out of control.
"You know what I'm going to do baby girl. I'm going to touch those gorgeous
tits of yours. And you're not going to do a thing to stop me!"
"No...No. I can't stop you...," she said weakly as she was beset by more
flashes.
Malcolm's words washed over her. Debbie was aware that her reaction was almost
pavlovian...to her domination and her subsequent submission. Although aware,
she found herself powerless to resist the drives and reactions inculcated within
her by her nieces. Her breathing became labored as Malcolm raised his hands and
cupped her breasts from behind while the camera clicked away. He pushed up the
big globes so that the creamy skinned melons threatened to escape the confines
of her chemise.
"Please..." one word, but Debbie was unsure whether it was a plea for him to
stop, or a plea for more of what was happening. She raised her slender arms and
placed her hands on Malcolm's. Her hand seemed so small as compared to his and
her skin so pale against his dark skin.
"Great shot. Look at the camera Debbie," FLASH. Debbie was discovering that
although she had a partner this time, the camera would concentrate on her.
Moaning as the hands became more assertive, they were roving over her luscious
body, forcing the silky cloth of her dress to rub against her soft skin. She
could feel her upper chest getting hot, especially when Malcolm's hands slid to
encompass her big breasts. Her nipples were beginning to strain into the strong
hands that held them tightly as her breasts heaved as she breathed more heavily.
Her moans became loader as a hand reached into the neckline of her iridescent
chemise and grasped her breast. Debbie stared down at her breast flesh as the
black skinned hand stood in contrast to her white flesh. His fingers moved over
her before he reached up and casually tore at her dress ripping the material to
reveal her pink tipped globes. Half startled at the brazenness of the act,
Debbie froze for a moment before subsuming herself to Malcolm; hardly noticing
the series of flashes as the hand roved over her globe, the touch sending
thrills across the surface of her breast.
"Nice...very nice...now come around front, Malcolm." Rachel instructed.
Malcolm put his giant black hand on her stark white tit, and slowly rotated it,
pinching her nipple. His lips nipped at the nape of her neck sending gasp
inducing thrills down her spine. She turned and twisted her face before turning
her head. She had the urge to kiss him, but Malcolm stopped her.
"No white slut kisses me. Understand slut. Your lips are for something else!"
Malcolm growled. Debbie stared up into the jaundice eyes, "Y-Yes...s-sir...,"
she said before gasping again as he nibbled at her neck. "Yes, those soft lips,
very soft...these will do just fine for something else." After which he slowly
slid his long tongue down her torn neckline and encircled her tit before
engulfing her throbbing nipple in his wet mouth.
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As Brett watched, he noticed the contrast between Malcolm and Debbie's skin
colors. Debbie's creamy white body standing next to Malcolm's deep ebony black
was a very striking contrast. Rachel was more than aware of this. Nothing sold
better than a set of a white bitch getting fucked by a black stud. Mrs. Debbie
Andrews would in due course find herself being part of the inter-racial porn
market. Debbie was going to be sucking and fucking whether she liked it or
not...and that went for Mr. Wimp Husband as well.
Turning to look at the shadowy figure of Stephanie, Rachel signaled and on cue
she heard Brett's tremulous voice.
"Debbie you look so fucking hot while he sucks on your fantastic tits. I can't
believe how incredibly sexy you are. Please, please continue."
Debbie could hear her husband's voice. His voice seemed disembodied. Brett
said for her to carry on...and of course she had the overwhelming presence of
the muscular figure of Malcolm behind her. Debbie knew at that moment she would
be metaphorically, in Rachel's hands as well as physically in Malcolm's.
Rachel instructed Debbie to stand up tall and lean back with her eyes closed.
Debbie stood up as straight as possible and thrust her tits out as far as she
could. Malcolm got behind her. He began rubbing his hands up and down the
outside of Debbie's dress on the sides. His hands would lightly start at her
waist; move up the sides to her exposed breasts. He would then slowly massage
her creamy round melons before sliding ever so gently down past her flat
stomach. He then let his giant hands run over the velvety, perfect, round
globes of her ass, as he pulled her even closer to him. Her butt cheeks were
warm, firm, and perfectly shaped, and when he squeezed them with his long,
strong fingers, she couldn't help but moan. When he pulled them apart, allowing
the room's cool air to flood into the crack of her ass and over her asshole,
Debbie moaned again.
Finally, he inserted both hands in her crotch...moved around to the outside of
her thighs again, and then back up to her tiny waist. Over and over he kept
doing this for a good 5 minutes or so. Despite her inhibitions, Debbie was
starting to enjoy his caresses. She felt so erotic having these strong hands
exploring all that she had to offer.
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Brett watched with growing guilt over the pressing arousal that he was feeling
as he watched another man touching his wife so intimately. He could not believe
how incredibly erotic it was to watch his sexy wife being manhandled by this
black stud who literally towered over her. He wanted to halt the proceedings
but his throbbing cock was preventing him from doing so. He felt awful for
wanting it, but he felt a morbid fascination as he watched events unfold.
After the constant touching, Malcolm started to whisper in Debbie's ear very
softly in the deepest tone that Debbie had ever heard, what he wanted her to do.
With Brett sitting about 6 feet away, it looked to him like Debbie was acting on
her own now, because he couldn't hear Malcolm whisper these commands.
"Pull off my jacket. Good. Now slowly unbutton my shirt, and let it slide over
my shoulders to the floor" was his first whisper.
Debbie did just that. Her mind was no longer able to tell who was giving her
instructions, just that she needed to follow them. Her slave training was
starting to embed in her subconscious as she continued to try to please the
commanding voice.
She seemed all fingers and thumbs as she slowly undid the buttons on Malcolm's
shirt. And when Malcolm's shirt finally fell to the floor, Debbie let a small
sigh escape her lips as she looked over Malcolm's very developed torso. He was
extremely muscular with a wash board stomach and seemed to have biceps the size
of Brett's legs. His ebony black skin had a polished glow under the set lights.
Debbie couldn't help looking at the ripples on his chest, then his abs.
"Ohmigod...are you like so totally in shape," she giggled as she let her hands
roam over his muscular chest. Amber flashed a quick smile at Stephanie. Auntie
slut was slipping into teen-slut speak without prompting. This was going to be
so hot!
"Did you see that you little wimp? Auntie Debbie must really be hot for that
big black bull. Do you have a washboard stomach like he does?" Stephanie teased
Brett, watching his face turn red.
Brett watched on as his wife's hands continued to slide over Malcolm's chest and
rippling abs. The diminutive housewife was now posed standing with her tits
pressed into his massive chest. Her husband watched this erotic scene
unfolding, struggling with jealousy and from being intensely turned on at the
same time. He gasped for breath as he felt precum starting to seep from his
throbbing cock, and briefly thought that he should stop this obscene display,
but he had Stephanie's maligned presence next to him.
"Now put your arms on my shoulders" was his next command, and again Debbie did
just that. This time, Malcolm put his hands around her waist and pushed her
dress down until it fell to the floor revealing Debbie's luscious body to all.
"My God! She was now naked. My sweet wife, naked with all eyes in the room
glued to her." Brett thought as he tried to remain calm.
As the pictures were snapped, Malcolm's hands slowly glided up her body, until
finally they cupped her breasts. Debbie's eyes fluttered and her mouth opened
taking in a quick breath. As her lungs filled, her tits melted into his strong
hands. Relaxing from his touch, Debbie leaned back as the large black hands
continued to grope her lush body.
The black giant leaned over her and began to explore her with his large, soft,
wet lips and tongue. Debbie felt like a little girl in his hands, and it was a
feeling that she was enjoying. He pinned her hands above her head and began to
suck at her armpits, running his tongue and full lips over the soft, sensitive
skin, first one and then the other. He licked and sucked the undersides of her
arms, and then moved his mouth to her full swollen breasts.
He sucked and bit gently on the outside of each one. Rather than move his
mouth, he moved her breasts to him by pulling on her hard nipples. Then he
concentrated on the underside of each heaving tit. Debbie was sucking air in
huge gulps as her breasts swelled and grew more sensitive under the attack.
Malcolm was really getting to her with his hot, wet mouth. And she got to him
as well. Her perfect breasts, her swollen nipples, her sweet skin, fragrant
hair, tight, flat belly, and her perfect, hard, round ass. Malcolm thought to
himself that she could get to anybody.
The beautiful young housewife felt dizzy as he cupped her ass cheeks, lightly
squeezing them. A slight moan came come out of the excited woman's mouth, as
she reached behind her and put her hands on his wrist, adding to the erotic
contrast of black on white.
While continuing their kiss, Malcolm reached down and unbuckled his pants
allowing them to slide to the floor. Now all that separated Debbie from this
ebony monster was a pair of black bikini style underwear.
"Now slide your tongue down my neck until you get to my chest. That's it...very
good...now suck on my nipple baby girl." Malcolm whispered softly and Debbie
obeyed.
As Debbie slid her tongue down Malcolm's huge chest she discovered that his
pants had been removed. She was so swept away that she had not noticed.
Why doesn't Brett grab me and take me away from his huge black hands and those
lips? Why won't my husband protect me? Doesn't Brett love me anymore? Why are
my tits...I mean, my breasts and pussy so swollen, and why have they taken over
her mind? These questions kept racing through her confused mind as she continued
to explore his massive chest with her extended tongue.
"You are doing great sweetie. Now I need for you to put your left hand on
Malcolm's thigh and pull away from his nipple and just lick at it for me."
Rachel interjected as her camera continued to record every moment.
FLASH...FLASH
"You have to admit that this is really hot stuff. Wow, Aunt Debbie looks really
turned on! I've never seen her like this before." Stephanie mocked her uncle.
Brett was not sure if he had seen his loving wife this excited before either,
and that was really beginning to bother him. "What if she decides she likes him
better than me?" He worriedly thought to himself as his now engorged cock ached
for relief.
"Mistress Stephanie, can I please play with my cock?" Brett begged as he watched
his wife's tongue bathing Malcolm's massive chest.
Malcolm moved his hand slowly away from her breasts, down her warm sculpted
belly, then up between her legs. Debbie let her legs fall open, tensed, and
waited for his hand to find her. Her pussy was open, wet, hot, and ready for
his touch. Debbie was sure that everyone in the room could see the moisture
that was starting to show on her quivering cunt lips. Not saying a word, Malcolm
turned her around, grabbing her hand. He placed it on the crotch of his
underwear before saying, "This is what's waiting for you...think you can handle
it?" Debbie began to massage this bulge that was much bigger than her husbands
had ever been.
Debbie clutched the enormous tent pushing out of his underwear. "Ohmigod your
so big, so like so hung and stuff...." she sighed. "I can't believe how huge it
is. It is so totally awesome," Debbie giggled as her eyes widened in unabashed
excitement.
For some reason she couldn't keep her eyes from looking at his massive cock. It
was real! The normally conservative housewife had never even imagined anything
that big. "How in God's name could a woman take that inside her? Maybe, black
women were larger than white women?" She thought to herself before looking up
and seeing Malcolm smiling down at her. If he puts that thing in me, I'll never
be the same.
Malcolm knew that the petite housewife was fascinated with the size of his
monster dick. "Would you like to touch him for a moment? You could watch him
grow to his full size." Malcolm proudly whispered into Debbie's ear.
Brett has a respectable seven inches, and that used to be enough. But now, I
keep thinking of a twelve-inch dick, that is more than twice as big around than
his. Would it even fit? What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this? I
can't be doing this. I just can't. I'm not like this. Debbie argued with
herself while her hands slowly inched up to the waistband on Malcolm's
underwear.
Sensing her apprehension Malcolm tried to comfort her, "It's all for you baby
girl....just ask real nice and pull it out," he whispered his order into her
ear.
Debbie wrapped her thumbs inside of the waistband and looked up at Malcolm,
towering over her. "Can I feel your totally awesome big black cock?" She
slowly pulled the underwear down, and lifted out his rising black rod. Dumbly,
Debbie just kept starring at it. Malcolm lightly pushed down on her shoulders
and Debbie followed his lead, for she knew what he wanted. She only could guess
if she could do it.
"Get on your knees and get ready to feel what a real cock is like," he whispered
in her ear as he gently nibbled her lobe. Brett watched his wife slowly kneel
before the black giant. She stopped cold as she came face to face with his
monstrous tool. She just looked at it for a few moments.
"Go ahead and touch it," he ordered. Knowing what would happen next, Stephanie
crunched Brett's balls together violently and told him that he would suffer much
worse if he fucked with her now. "Give her your approval. Tell her to get
nasty with that wonderful cock!"
"D-Debbie, you sweet little slut, do it! I want to see you get nasty with his
black cock. You are doing wonderfully." Brett spat out doubled over in pain.
"You know you want his bid dick."
Hearing her husband distantly, Debbie looked out beyond the veil of light but
she still couldn't see him. Looking towards the front of the stage
apologetically, Debbie reached up with her hand and wrapped her soft white
fingers around his pulsing black member. "I shouldn't be doing this, my husband
will be so hurt. But he seems to want this."
Malcolm casually took Debbie's hand in his. He brought her hand over his crotch
and lowered it onto his dick. Debbie was paralyzed! She didn't know what to do.
She could feel it getting bigger! Oh My God! It was sticking straight out at her
nose. It must have been 12 or 14 inches long. It looked like a big charcoal
log! He removed his hand, but she couldn't remove hers. She was moving her
fingers around, and over it. Her slender fingers wouldn't even go halfway around
it.
"Move your fingers up and down the shaft," he whispered in that deep sexy voice
that reached right into her core and pulled her towards him.
Debbie's fingers had a mind of their own. They felt like they were separated
from the rest of her body. She stroked up and down as best as she could. But
Malcolm's cock was too big for him to get much feeling from only Debbie's small
hand.
"Use your other hand, too," he said softly.
She reached over with her other hand and found that stroking him this way was
much easier. The once proud housewife was now completely mesmerized with the
feel and size of this giant black cock in her petite hands. As she continued to
stroke the black monster Debbie found herself looking for Brett and wondering
what he was thinking about while he watched her lewd display.
Brett could see the humiliation and shame in his wife's eyes. He could also see
something else, he could see that his wife was getting genuinely excited. To
say that he was surprised was an understatement. He couldn't believe that she
was willingly allowing another man to touch her so intimately. She couldn't
take her eyes off of that immense prick.
"Don't look at him," Malcolm ordered, "look at me." Amber leaned over and
whispered in Debbie's ear. "Yeah, you heard your husband, he wants you to get
nasty with this big black cock. Now, I want you to show everyone what a teenie
slut you are auntie dear." Amber scolded the confused housewife.
"You wanna suck that long black cock, don't you, Auntie Debbie? You want to get
a taste of some sweet black meat, don't' you bitch?" Amber crudely asked. "Tell
Malcolm what you want to do!"
"I" she said slowly "I want to..."
"You want to what?" Malcolm questioned.
"I want to suck your cock..."
"Say it louder or else." Amber whispered into her ear.
"I want to suck your cock!" Debbie said loudly enough so that everyone in the
room could hear.
"Say it right, you know, like the little teenie mall slut that you are, like the
jail bait tramp that puts out for all the black guys, do it...say it right,"
Amber kept urging, pressuring Debbie.
"Like, I get it, Mister...Mister, please lem'me...lem'me put your big dick in my
teenie slut mouth cause I can't get enough black cock." Debbie was so pleased,
she had tried so hard to ask just the way her Mistresses liked.
Distressed, Brett listened as his loving wife knelt in front of a black man and
begged to suck his cock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he would never had believed it. His
horrified feelings of insecurity were starting to mount as he compared his body
to that of Malcolm's.
"Open your mouth and kiss it," Malcolm quietly urged.
I can't! I can't take that thing into my mouth! But he has my mouth pressed
against the head, and struggling would be useless. He is too strong! I will open
my mouth, just to lick it for a minute. It is smooth and not bad at all. Slowly
I try to get the head into my mouth. My mouth is stretched so wide, as just the
head goes inside. I just held it there, and licked the head. My hands were still
stroking the shaft. He must be really excited, because I think I feel his dick
stiffening, and getting bigger, if that's possible. Debbie thought to herself
as she struggled to suck his pulsating member into her stretched mouth.
Brett continued to watch in utter shock and dismay as his faithful wife leaned
forward to rub her lips onto the wet cock head, glossing it was a thick film of
slimy liquid pre cum, rubbing her dainty nose into the slimy muck. Then her
tongue slowly began to taste his dark snake running up its length and licking up
the drooling venom from its tip.
"How does it taste?" Malcolm whispered smiling down at her.
Debbie again looked to Brett for guidance. Stephanie gave his balls a savage
twist. Brett immediately shouted out to her, "Do it, Debbie. Suck that cock
and make me proud."
"Very good slave boy. Now for being so good you can rub your tiny, useless cock
through your pants if you want, but you better not cum without permission."
Stephanie praised her toy.
Brett's right hand immediately took hold of his painful erection through his
pants. He was ashamed to be openly fondling himself but his cock was so swollen
that it actually ached and he knew that only one thing would bring him relief.
He couldn't see the four digital camcorders that recorded his every move.
Oblivious, he stroked himself as he watched his wife play with Malcolm's now
fully erect behemoth.
"Auntie slut, Uncle Brett thinks you are so hot like this. He is so turned on
watching you. Now go ahead and answer Malcolm before I have to take his big cock
away from your slutty mouth." Amber whispered into Debbie's ear.
Debbie continued to lightly stroke Malcolm's cock back and forth, still starring
at it before answering. "Mmm?" she said looking up at him. Not sure what to say.
"It feels like so totally cool and nice on my hot tongue."
"Go ahead baby girl, suck it. This is what you wanted, now go for it, suck that
black cock like you do all the time," he demanded. Debbie wasn't used to being
talked to like that. She had never done anything like this before. It all
sounded so terrible but she didn't have any choice. She wanted to stand up for
herself but instead she found herself submitting as she was being trained to do.
Obediently, the submissive housewife began to lick the shaft up and down, then
taking the head into her mouth...little at a time, then more and more. She was
embarrassed by the loud slurping sounds that she made as she got progressively
more active in her attentions to the massive dick in her hands.
By this time, Brett was openly rubbing his meat through his pants, shamefully
enjoying the show. "I can't believe she got that thing in her mouth. She
shouldn't complain about oral sex with me anymore after taking him like that. I
wonder if she will still want me after this is all over?" From the side, Rachel
and Stephanie watched Brett writhing under his own touch. The camera was
catching it all, not only Brett's obscene behavior, but also the fact that he
was watching his wife suck off a black man for his entertainment.
Amber looked towards one of the stage crew who lowered the intensity of the
lights on the stage allowing those on the stage to see their surroundings.
"Look at your husband, we haven't even started yet, and he's already enjoying
himself...aren't you Brett" Amber said laughing. Debbie looked over and saw that
Brett was stroking himself through his pants in time with the strokes Debbie was
making up and down Malcolm's cock. Debbie felt bad for her husband. How could
she make him watch her do these terrible things with a totally strange black
man? Amber knelt next to her. "Don't you feel guilty? Don't you want to help
Uncle Brett? You're the one who got him that way. Tell him its okay to play
with himself...with his little dick."
Pulling the big black cock out of her mouth with a 'pop', Debbie said to her
husband, "Why don't you take it out and relieve yourself. It's okay with me.
Play with that little dick." God, what had she said...his little dick...she
didn't mean to say that but...Malcolm was forcing her mouth back over his thick
rod and she stopped thinking about Brett at all.
Brett looked to Stephanie for approval and all she said was, "Not yet, keep it
zipped."
"Uncle Brett is too ashamed to play with his little dick and to be compared to a
real man like Malcolm." Amber informed her aunt as she pulled a chair onto the
stage. The stage crew increased the intensity of the set lights so that Debbie
was once again lost to her surroundings.
"Get on your knees and let me see that pretty ass of yours," Malcolm commanded.
Debbie did as she was told. She had a perfect round ass. Malcolm gripped her
cheeks and spread her open. She felt his tongue darting into her asshole and
then along her pussy lips. He alternated between sucking and probing her asshole
and her now drenched pussy.
After Malcolm felt comfortable that his ministrations were relaxing the
bewildered housewife, he bent over and started to really eat Debbie's quivering
pussy. He licked around the hairless skin surrounding her cunt. His long fat
tongue began to explore her most private area, and he delighted in her
incredible wetness. He bit her until she groaned in pleasure/pain, then he
tasted her asshole. It was juicy and sweet from the young wife's pussy cream,
which ran out of her cunt and down her backside. He ran his tongue up inside
her, loving the tight sucking sensation of her anus.
Brett had full view of Malcolm's tongue while it licked up, down, back and
forth, and darting in and out of her pussy. He watched as he saw his wife
biting her lip trying to hold back sounds of pleasure. Sounds that she knew
would embarrass her watchful husband who sat only 6 ft. away.
After only a few minutes, Debbie was squirming and the light of intensifying
stimulation was unmistakably clear in her eyes. Malcolm grinned as he felt her
slight body movements betraying her growing arousal.
He inserted two fingers into the excited housewife's drenched pussy and began to
finger-fuck her with slow steady strokes. His other hand came up to her pubic
mound and Brett could see him rubbing at his wife's clit. His fingers were
coated in her juices and shone under the intensity of the stage lights.
Debbie remained still while he fingered her. She tried to hide her budding
excitement, but in glimpses, her husband could see the slow rise of excitement
in her eyes and the longer Malcolm fondled her pussy, the higher her excitement
rose.
"Turn over and lay on your back," Malcolm whispered deeply into the quivering
housewife's ear and Debbie quietly obeyed as she continued to try to hide her
growing arousal from her husband's watchful eyes.
Malcolm then grasped her legs and raised them until they rested on his
shoulders. He leaned forward and spread Debbie's cunt lips apart in search of
her clit.
My cock is rock hard as I watch this man licking and sucking at my wife's pussy.
What's wrong with me? How can I be excited by this degrading spectacle? I
don't understand why she's allowing this to happen? Brett wondered. He was
growing angry but his hand kept stroking his erection through his pants.
Sensing his inner turmoil, Stephanie couldn't help but add to his misery.
"Auntie Debbie sure seems to be enjoying herself," she said as she laughed at
the site of her uncle openly trying to stroke his cock through his pants.
Debbie watched as Malcolm lowered his mouth and clamped onto her pussy. By the
movement of his jaws Debbie could tell he was licking at her pussy for all he
was worth, no doubt digging his tongue in to lick out her sweet juices. She
could feel his mouth encircle her engorged clit. As he began to gently suck,
her clit felt like it was set on fire. She didn't want to orgasm with another
man in front of her husband, but if he kept this up she wouldn't be able to
resist much longer. How would Brett feel when her hips and breasts heaved
through her orgasm as he sat and watched?
Looking along Debbie's lush body Brett saw that she was starting to feel the
affects of this man's mouth; her breasts, though partially flattened against her
chest were starting to rise and fall at a faster rate, their flesh gently
wobbling in time to her breathing. He looked at her face and saw that she had
her eyes closed, her lower lip was caught between her teeth as though to hold
back any utterance of the pleasure she must surely be feeling. Debbie's
breathing was heavy and uneven, her breasts now bouncing and quivering on her
chest as he drove her up the scale of mounting lust.
"I can't do this...to...h-him...must be...-s-strong..." Debbie said to herself
as Malcolm continued to drive the now quivering blonde crazy with his tongue.
He sucked at her dripping cunt for a few moments, thrusting his tongue into her
to lap at her now flowing juices. Then he moved back to slide his tongue up and
down her slit; each time he licked along her slit Brett was able to see the
action of his tongue. As his tongue reached her clit, Malcolm swirled his tongue
over and around it and it wasn't long before this started to really get to
Debbie. She tried to bite her lip and shut her eyes, but she couldn't hide the
fact that this man was gradually pushing her closer to a climax with each
movement of his tongue.
Try as she might, Debbie finally let a long moan escape her clenched lips,
"Ooohhhh....ahh...ah...ah." Hearing this Malcolm looked up and smiled.
"Wow, hear that? Your wife really must love having a real man between her legs
for a change," Stephanie further tormented her uncle. "Are you ready to watch
your wife cum?"
The humiliated husband watched on as he saw his wife's body starting to tense,
her fists balled and her head began to move slowly from side to side as though
in denial of the sensations that were pushing her to the edge of orgasm. He was
not far from his own orgasm.
Debbie was desperately trying to fight back the mounting tide of excitement
building within her. Sensing that the gorgeous housewife's body was ready to
betray her, Malcolm stepped it up a gear. He twisted and thrust his tongue into
her pussy and for long moments he pressed his lips tight to hers so that he
could take her clit fully into his mouth.
In no time, Debbie started to gasp and eventually those gasps became groans of
pleasure; her head began to thrash from side to side and her knuckles whitened
as she tried to fight off the desires of her flesh. Malcolm licked his way to
Debbie's clit and nipped at it with his teeth before once again thrusting his
tongue deep into her pussy.
"Auntie slut, beg Malcolm to suck your pussy. Tell him that you want him to
make you cum. Beg him for it now, or I tell Brett everything." Amber threatened
her destabilized aunt.
While Amber whispered into Debbie's ear, Malcolm continued to nip and suck at
her tortured clit. Debbie didn't want to hurt her husband like this, but after
all, he was allowing this to happen. She couldn't hold back any longer and
started to uncontrollably buck her hips, as she became lost in the sensations
that had taken over her body.
"Ooohhhhhh yes...please...lick it..suck it...eat my pussy...take it....that's
it.....oh...oh...oh.....aaaahhh. P-P-Please make me c-c-cum." Debbie nearly
screamed out as she lowered her head in shame realizing that her husband was
only 6 ft away.
Suddenly, Stephanie and Amber had her up on her feet, taking her off-stage. She
was sooo close. She needed it, wanted Malcolm to finish her, make her cum.
Amber was stripping her trembling aunt off.
"This is the big finish. We just need to put on the last outfit and you and
Malcolm can get it on all the way." Amber kept chattering, kept distracting her
aunt. In only a moment or two, Debbie re-emerged. Her hair had been pulled
into pig-tails tied with bright ribbons. She wore a tiny cropped tee that had
"teenie slut" in black letters across her tits, and way-high platforms with an
ankle strap over little ruffled sox.
In a flash, Malcolm was back at her, licking her clit. Brett watched as his
wife's back arched, her body shook, and she pushed her lower body tighter into
Malcolm's open mouth. "I-I-I'm....cumming....oh god....yes...yes...yes," he
heard his wife exclaim through clenched teeth.
The disgraced husband continued to watch on as he saw Amber, off-stage, say
something causing his wife to shake her head 'no'. Again Amber spoke, in a
more firm tone, but still too low for him to hear what was said.
"Yes," Debbie suddenly gasped out. "I love it! Eat my pussy. I need it so
bad!" She groaned like a wounded animal as her orgasm gripped her and swept
through her body from head to toe. She had never felt anything like it in her
entire life. She tried to open her eyes to see Brett's reaction, but she
couldn't get them to focus.
Brett's balls were so tight with excitement that they ached and his cock was
quivering with arousal. If only he could get a better hold of himself...He felt
inadequate, looking at Malcolm. Debbie never talked like that with him. He
tried to look away, but Stephanie turned his head back to the action in the
center of the stage, forcing him to watch his wife moaning and groaning in
ecstasy.
Malcolm pulled himself from between Debbie's outstretched legs and sat upon the
chair that Amber had placed in the center of the stage.
Seeing where Malcolm was going, Rachel reinserted herself again. "Sweetie, get
up and climb on Malcolm's lap like a good little girl. I want you to face him.
Very good. Now with your left-hand reach behind you and spread your ass cheeks
for me. Very good. Now look back to the camera and hold that pose. Very
good."
FLASH...FLASH
As she straddled the black giant, Debbie's legs shook as she struggled to
maintain her balance, as Rachel moved her from shot to shot. She was lost in a
dream like state as the intensity of her orgasm had drained what little remained
of her resistance.
"Now I want you to very slowly slide your pussy down on top of his cock." Rachel
instructed. "And as you are going down, watch that beautiful thing as it
penetrates you."
Malcolm let the huge black head of his cock press against the mouth of Debbie's
hot pussy for awhile without moving. They could feel each other's heat, and
they both began to pant as he finally pushed his way inside. Her sweet, wet
lips peeled open to grant him access. The sensation, Malcolm thought, was like
warm, liquid satin, and he had to remind himself to be careful not to lose
control. He slowly slid it in an inch at a time, pulled out, and because she
was so wet from her orgasm, he rammed half of it home on the second thrust.
Debbie let out a short 'oomph', and a series of grunts as Malcolm slowly impaled
his cock until he was black pubic hair deep in her pussy. She started to move
on him, milk him with her hot, creamy pussy, but he stopped her.
"No, baby girl," he whispered in his deep sexy voice. "Just be completely
still. Suck my big black nipples, but don't move."
"Aaaaawwww....oooh....noooo," the beautiful young housewife moaned. Debbie
didn't have to search long to find the huge hard nubs. They strained out from
his chest, dominating the muscular landscape like weird sexual beacons.
Malcolm continued to push further and deeper into Debbie's wet hole. Her body
jerked taught, her muscles straining. Anyone watching would have thought she
was in excruciating pain. Her mouth was open, framed by her wonderful soft,
full lips, and she fought for ragged breaths as her belly began to heave.
Debbie's eyes fluttered as she watched the giant ebony cock slip deeper and
deeper into her exposed cunt.
Malcolm began to stroke Debbie's back with both hands, with teasing, light
touches. Even her back was perfect he thought to himself. She had broad
shoulders for such a small girl, an impossibly tiny waist, that oh-my-god in
heaven ass, and tight little muscles just under her silky skin. Malcolm moved
his hands up and down her sides from armpit to waist, and goose pimples covered
her back. Then he found a most sensitive area in the small of her back, just
where her perfect, round ass globes began to rise. She jerked involuntarily and
moaned as he moved his large, black fingers in feathery touches over her creamy
skin. And, she hunched down hard against him as his fingers moved teasingly up
her velvety ass mounds.
Debbie couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. Her heart was beating a million
miles a minute and every gentle touch from this giant caused absolute waves of
pleasure to shoot through her entire body. She felt him run his fingers through
the deep crevice dividing her cheeks, she unconsciously reached back and spread
them so he could find her dark-pink, puckered asshole.
Stephanie looked over and saw that her uncle was lost in a world of lust as he
watched his beautiful wife engulf that huge black cock in her hungry cunt.
"You've been such a good slave boy that I think you deserve some relief. If you
want to cum place your hands behind your back and I will help you," Stephanie
offered.
Brett was lost in a world of lust, jealousy, and anger. He couldn't believe
that his wife not only begged this stud to eat her, she was now guiding his cock
into her pussy. She didn't even glance over for approval this time before
proceeding. "If she is going to betray me this way then why shouldn't I get off
too," he questioned as he slowly followed Stephanie's order and placed his hands
behind his back.
CLICK! CLICK!
The metal handcuffs snapped shut as Stephanie rendered her uncle immobile. She
was careful to adjust Brett's position so that the handcuffs would not be
visible to the stage so that Debbie would assume that Brett was a willing
participant in all that she had planned. With that the stage crew once again
dimmed the set lights allowing Debbie visual access to her surroundings.
Hearing the sharp metal snap of the handcuffs being placed around Brett's wrist
and seeing the lights dim, Amber leaned into Debbie's ear before ordering her to
look at her husband.
Recognizing her mistress's voice, Debbie opened her eyes and tried to clear away
the lust-induced fog that had enveloped her. Her eyes went wide open in shock
as she watched her husband and her mistress.
Stephanie ran her fingers through Brett's hair, brushing against his earlobe,
tilting his head up wards to meet her gaze. "So watching that slutty wife of
yours take that huge cock up her nasty cunt has you all excited. Doesn't it?"
Stephanie teased as she unzipped Brett's pants and pulled them down making
certain that Debbie's attention was on the scene unfolding. She then slowly
slipped her thong that Brett was wearing halfway down his thighs so that they
would be visible to all. His rock hard cock sprang out of the panties that held
it prisoner.
Seeing Debbie's watchful eyes staring on in amazement, Stephanie proceeded to
climb on top of her exposed uncle and sit on his lap holding onto his shoulders
to balance herself. Her hands moved up towards his face as she pressed her lips
to his lips. Brett tried to turn away, but he couldn't due to his restraints.
He felt the tip of her tongue touch his lips while it tried to force it's way
into his mouth. Surrender was the only option so he let her probe his mouth and
before he knew it, he was returning her kisses. Their mouths were still locked
when she returned her hand to his shoulders, down his chest, tweaking his
nipples through his shirt, along his abs, and finally around his pulsating cock.
Debbie could not believe what she was seeing. At this point she was having a
hard time differentiating fantasy from reality. Trying desperately to clear her
head, she looked closer at the figures sitting in front of her. She wasn't
positive but she thought that her husband was kissing her teenage niece and that
he was wearing a pair of women's panties. She tried to keep her attention on
what was transpiring with her husband, but kept being distracted as she started
to slowly bounce up and down in time to the thumping of the cock that was
invading her pussy.
Stephanie disengaged Brett's outstretched mouth for a moment and looked down at
the purple head on her uncle's stiff pole. Her index finger caressed and traced
around the crown. This made the whole thing twitch and made Brett gasp. "It
seems like your puny penis would like for me to play with it some more." Then
using her fingernail she gently and slowly drew and scraped the sensitive skin
from its tip, through its underside continuing until she reached the base. She
then took his balls in her soft hands and lovingly messaged and teased them.
"Do you want Mistress Stephanie to continue? I can stop if you'd like me too."
She teased as Brett shook his head 'no.' With that, she enclosed the head of his
cock with her other hand. She squeezed it and stroked down leaving her thumb
just below the pee-hole. Her thumb reached up and spread the pre-cum that was
now freely leaking out. Each circular stroke around its tip coupled with the
sensation of ball rolling on her fingers was encouraging and coaxing more fluids
to bubble out of its confines. Brett closed his eyes but suddenly opened them
as something clicked around the base of his cock. There was a silver ring - a
cock ring. No matter what happened now, he couldn't cum, he would always be
hard until the ring came off.
Stephanie continued to stroke his tortured cock and Brett tried to hide his
arousal, but finally he let out a long tortured moan. Stephanie loved those
moans. Those delicious sharp gasps and tortured grunts were music to her ears.
The complete control she had over her aunt and uncle was the nourishment on
which her sexuality thrived.
Debbie watched in horror as her mistress continued to play with her husband.
She couldn't understand why Brett was allowing this to happen. Only last night
she had thrown herself at him, but he was so disinterested that he actually fell
asleep while she was trying to make love to him.
As she continued to ponder the situation, her feelings of inadequacy and
self-pity started to turn to anger. How could her husband do this to her? Why
had she tried so hard to please him when he didn't appreciate her.
As Debbie continued to try to make sense of the situation Rachel jostled her
back to reality. "Look at the camera dear while he fucks you. That's
it...That's great."
FLASH...FLASH
Malcolm covered Debbie's mouth with his, and moved his tongue in and out of it
at the same pace as the thrusting of his cock. Debbie worked her lips against
him with great urgency. She wrapped her arms around the beautiful black man's
neck, and hunched her belly in need as he continued to invade her mouth hole and
her hot cunt at the same time. The dual penetration, in perfect unison, was
driving her out of her mind with desire.
"Now Malcolm, spin her around so she is facing me. Great! Fantastic! Now
sweetheart, reach down with your right hand and play with your clit while he
fucks you. Yes, fantastic! Keep it up, now look right into the camera for me."
Rachel implored as the camera whirled away.
"Now sweetie, for this next one I need for you to lean back into his chest and
pull your legs together. Malcolm can you pull her legs up were I can get a
clear shot of that wonderful cock of yours in her bald white pussy?" Malcolm
was only too happy to comply as he lifted the petite housewife's legs up as his
cock continued to make its way deeper and deeper into her pussy.
FLASH...FLASH
Looking over at Brett, Malcolm said, "Hey...baby girl...look...your husband must
really like watching you get fucked....look at him" said the black stallion.
With that, Debbie again looked over to see Brett entwined with Stephanie. She
forced herself to focus on them and saw that Stephanie was leaning into her
husband and stroking his cock in time with each of Malcolm's thrust into her.
"Look how much pleasure your bringing your husband. Look at his little cock.
It's about to explode all over my sister's hand. He must really be enjoying
watching you get fucked to convince his teenage niece to stroke him off." Amber
said into Debbie's ear.
Debbie could not believe what she was hearing or seeing for that matter. "Why
was Brett allowing Stephanie to play with his cock? Why was he getting off so
much watching me get fucked by another man? Why hadn't he stopped the shoot
already? Doesn't he love me anymore? Why doesn't he want me?" These questions
flooded her head as she felt Malcolm continuing to pound his cock into her
pussy. He was lifting her into the air with each powerful thrust. Her large
breasts bounced freely as she slid up and down on his thick rod.
Sensing that Brett was about to cum, Stephanie stopped stroking her uncle's cock
to his displeasure. "Mistress, please don't stop. Please make me cum. I will
be a good slave boy, I promise." The mortified husband begged as he tried to
push his cock back into her outstretched hand.
"You can only cum under one condition. You must...." Stephanie whispered into
her uncle's ear as he continued to beg for release.
"Auntie slut, look at your husband. Do you hear him begging for Stephanie to
whack him off?" Amber whispered into her aunt's ear as she continued to bounce
up and down in time to Malcolm's powerful thrust into her now stretched pussy.
Stephanie continued to guide her uncle to the edge of orgasm before stopping him
short. He was so lost in his need for relief that he forgot about his beautiful
wife and her proximity. His balls ached and his cock needed to explode or he
would lose his mind. "I can't give in...I just can't....I can't do that..it's
so wrong."
Per Rachel's direction, Malcolm lifted the petite housewife off his lap before
placing her carefully on the floor. Debbie then spread her legs as wide as
possible while pulling her black lover towards her.
"Now take his cock in your hand....good...direct it till only the tip is just
touching the moist red lips of your cunt...very nice...now Malcolm, push just
the head into her swollen lips...yes, that's it." Rachel said as she
orchestrated Debbie's deflowering.
"Sweetie, look up at my camera and wet your lips for me...yes...now tilt your
head back...yes...and close your eyes for me," Rachel instructed Debbie before
switching to Malcolm.
FLASH...FLASH
"Malcolm, now I want you to moisten the end of your beautiful cock with her
juices...yes...great...now start slowly pushing into her...very nice...yes,
that's it." Rachel praised her skilled actor.
Stephanie continued to stroke her squirming uncle to the point of orgasm, being
careful to stop just short each time. The continual denial was beginning to
drive him crazy with lust. All of his remaining resistance was being crushed by
his teenage niece's teasing hand.
"Please suck my cock and get me hard for Rachel," Brett suddenly cried out. He
was beside himself. "I want to cum inside Rachel."
Hopelessly ashamed, feverishly Brett watched on as Malcolm slowly pushed his
massive member into his wife's cunt. He could see the lips of her cunt
stretching until finally the bulbous head disappeared from site. As the cock
penetrated her, Brett could hear his wife let out a hoarse cry followed by a low
series of moans. He could not believe that he could be so aroused by watching
this happen to his loving wife. Stephanie's hand had him nearly out of his
mind.
As Rachel continued to take pictures she said, "Push it in a little further.
Now move back and forth,...yes, that's it...slowly...now bury your wonderful
cock completely for me."
Debbie let a low groan escape her lips as she felt herself being stretched even
more by his thick shaft. Malcolm then took hold of her hips and fully impaled
his cock. Debbie couldn't help crying out as he kept jabbing his cock deeper
and deeper into her cunt.
"Now move your cock back and forth in her cunt a few times to get it shiny with
her juices. Great...you're doing so wonderful...now start thrusting into her
faster." Rachel instructed.
FLASH...FLASH
Malcolm picked up the pace. His bulbous, muscular, sweat covered ass gleamed
under the lights as the hard muscles strained with his continued efforts. He
continued fucking the gorgeous housewife with long steady strokes, soon he was
fucking her faster and more powerfully as he continued to hold her legs spread
wide in the air. Her body was jerking to each thrust and her breasts were
swaying erotically. She was groaning and whimpering continually now at the
pounding she was receiving by this stud.
"Debbie, sweetie, I need for you to lift your head up...yes...now extend your
tongue out...great...now suck on Malcolm's nipple for me." Rachel requested as
she handed her camera to one of her assistants.
The dazed housewife slowly started to suckle Malcolm's right nipple as
instructed. This seemed to intensify him for he then threw Debbie's legs up
over his broad shoulders and began a fast then slow then fast fuck. He was
breathing very heavily and could feel his cock harden even more given the
additional stimuli.
"Beg him to fuck you auntie slut, beg him like your life depends on it!" Amber
ordered into her aunt's ear as Malcolm continued to impale his cock in her.
Debbie managed to look to her husband for guidance. What she saw and heard
shocked her and disturbed her worse than anything else that her nieces had
subjected her to.
"Yes, please, suck my cock! P-p-please suck it! I need it soooo bad." Brett
begged as Rachel was sprawled between his outstretched legs. She flicked her
tongue teasingly within a few millimeters of his cock head. She repeated this
lewd act a couple more times, each time getting closer.
Brett allowed a pitiful moan to escape his throat before begging her again to
devour his manhood. Rachel smiling at his weakness, began to lick sensuously
around her lips and ran her fingers through her hair to hang it around her ear.
She then tilted her head and clamped her wet lips on the shaft of Brett's cock.
She sucked on it and moved her head up and down along the side of his penis.
Aware that Debbie was now watching, Rachel made sure to coat his cock with
enough saliva so that it would be slippery enough for her hand to easily stroke
up and down it's length. She then lowered her mouth down towards the end of his
cock and enclosed it with her lips. Instead of licking and sucking it, she bit
its rubbery head. Brett let out a loud gasp. Her teeth then proceeded to
scrape the skin from the edge of the crown until she reached the tip of his
opening. The nerve endings of Brett's abused cock were firing like the fourth
of July. She repeated this torture again and again. The sensation was
unbearable. Brett grabbed onto his shackles and pulled with all the force he
could muster. The veins in his neck were bursting as he leaned his head back and
flipped it from side to side.
As his hips started to pump violently, Rachel stopped her torture and replaced
them with gently licks and kisses. "You liked that. Didn't you?" She said
while she continued to stroke Brett. "Do you want more?" Brett was panting
hard as he contemplated his answer.
She could see Rachel's head bobbing up and down on her husband's cock. And
worse yet, Brett's head was thrown back in obvious ecstasy. He wasn't even
watching her anymore, just enjoying the blowjob that the kneeling photographer
was giving him.
"W-why...why is his dick in some other woman's mouth? I have done everything
he's asked of me and he still doesn't want me? I don't understand. Why doesn't
he want me?" Debbie lamented as anger and jealousy filled her enraged mind as
she watched her husband being serviced by another woman.
"Oh God, yes, Rachel, I love it! You are my kind of girl, suck me good," Brett
begged.
Without warning, Amber suddenly grabbed both of Debbie's rigid nipples and
pinched violently. "Ouch!" Debbie exclaimed as she felt a sharp shooting pain
shoot through her nipples.
"I told you to beg him! You had better fucking beg him NOW! Your husband won't
care. He's too busy getting his cock sucked to care. Besides, he doesn't want
you any more. Now does he?" Amber goaded her deflated aunt.
"Darling, can I please, please, please cum?" Brett begged as Rachel slowed her
sucking motion withholding the release that he now desperately needed.
"Obey my instructions and I will allow that little prick to shoot off. You know
what I want." Stephanie said as she signaled Rachel and her sister with a wink.
"Shit, I can't believe this fucking transvestite is sucking my cock again. I
just don't know how much longer I can hold off. I just can't...can't...oh fuck
me! I can't let Debbie see this, it would kill her," Brett thought to himself
as he desperately tried to resist giving into Stephanie's demands.
Not wanting to risk any further punishment at the hands of her mistress, Debbie
thrust her pelvis up in the air to meet the powerful thrust of her black lover.
"Oh...yes...fuck me....please...fuck me!" Debbie loudly begged as Malcolm
intensified his strokes. "Fuck me...harder...yes...PLEASE give it to me!"
Brett's eyes shot wide open at hearing his wife begging to be fucked. He
couldn't believe that she was acting like such a complete whore. He was being
coerced, but she was acting out of her own free will. Why did she want to hurt
him like this? Flaunting herself in front of him like that was too much for him
to handle. His will was crushed and the only thing he could think about was the
release that his aching cock was begging for so he gave into Stephanie's demand.
"Please, sit on my cock, Rachel darling!" Rachel positioned herself and let
Brett's rigid member slide into her well-lubricated ass.
"Please, please, don't stop! It feels so wonderful. Please don't stop!" Brett
spat out, forgetting his wife, who was watching and was fucking some black stud
twice as big as him. Mistress Stephanie had said that the only place he was
allowed to cum was with Rachel and he was going for it now. His hips bucked out
of control. The cuffs were off and he grabbed Rachel by the waist, helping her
to plunge up and down on his cock. Stephanie pulled his hands away and he found
them pushed inside Rachel's scrunched up panties...now holding Rachel's equally
hard member. Holding Rachel's prick, each time she rode Brett's cock, Brett
found himself stroking Rachel off.
The hurt and humiliation that Debbie felt at hearing her husband begging to fuck
another woman was too much for her to bear. She couldn't take much more of
this, she just couldn't. At the same time, Debbie continued to ride on
Malcolm's black cock.
Stephanie and Amber smiled at each other in triumph. Stephanie patted Rachel on
the back of her head giving her the go ahead to push Brett over the edge.
"Would you like to cum?" Rachel coyly asked as she batted her eyelashes at the
humiliated husband. "I bet I can make you cum before Malcolm shoots his load
all over your slutty wife." She slammed her hips on Brett's penis, up and down
at an incredible pace.
Brett tried to look at his wife at the mention of her, but Rachel's expert and
furious fuck was so intense that he couldn't help but close his eyes and wait
for the inevitable. He could feel his balls churning as his semen boiled -
ready to explode. He started pumping his hips in rhythm with Rachel's
manipulations, as he was about to go over the edge.
Suddenly, Malcolm let out a guttural yell as he pulled his cock free from
Debbie's clenched cunt as he started to explode in orgasm. Debbie screamed out
her orgasms, incoherently, sobbing as she went from one mind-numbing orgasm to
the next.
Someone flicked off the cock ring! Hearing Malcolm shoot his hot jism all over
his beautiful wife and her loaded response caused Brett to shoot his load in
time with the black giant. Rachel pulled up off his exploding cock just in time
to aim it right back at him. Brett's cum shot up to his unprotected face
coating it with the slimy jell. At the same time, Rachel shot her own load into
his face. Double coated, Brett looked up in shock to see that Malcolm's cock
was still shooting its seed and the last couple of squirts landed squarely on
Debbie's face. Brett lowered his head in shame. Both of them covered in cum
like gutter trash.
Stephanie leaned into Brett's ear and whispered, "Rachel isn't done with Auntie
Debbie just yet. If you think you can get it up again, you can play with that
puny thing between your legs as long as you stay seated on this chair and remain
silent."
Rachel then stopped the proceedings long enough for her assistants to clean up
their star. After Debbie's makeup was repaired and all the cum was washed from
her body they resumed shooting.
"Okay Debbie, down on all fours and face Malcolm," Rachel suddenly snapped.
Debbie did as she was ordered, and Malcolm held out his long cock to have her
suck him. Her resistance destroyed, her marriage in ruins, and her senses
blurred; all left the bewildered housewife with no other option than following
the instructions given to her so she reached out and gripped the now growing
cock, wrapping her petite fingers around the base.
Amber continued to whisper instructions into her aunt's ear. There was no
fight, defeated Debbie now blindly obeyed. Seeing her husband betray her in
such a way destroyed her spirit. As she continued to grip the growing cock in
her hands, mindlessly she started to stroke it as it came back to life.
Malcolm groaned loudly as Debbie's mouth opened wide and enveloped his cock
head. Per Amber's instructions, she then started moving it in and out of her
mouth. She pumped its shaft with her hand as she stroked it through her lips.
Brett watched in amazement as she bobbed her head up and down the long black
cock as if she was trying to devour it all. There were no hands on her head to
force her to do this degrading suck-off and no one was directing her actions, at
least as far as he could tell.
Brett was flabbergasted at what he was witnessing. His wife was giving this
black man the blowjob of a lifetime. He looked down as Stephanie gripped his
still lifeless cock, "Gee, Uncle Brett, Malcolm is already up and running and
your just a limp noodle. No wonder Auntie Debbie was so desperate to get her
lips, err, I mean hands on a real cock."
As Brett watched his wife stroke Malcolm's cock he could tell she was excited
because her nipples were hard and pink and her nostrils were flaring. Brett
would never have believed that his petite wife could swallow the monster-sized
cock. But it slowly passed through her lips, before she finally had to let go
of the shaft so she could press her face to the very root, so it could slide all
the way down her throat. Then he watched in shock as she reached around and held
onto his black hips and fucked her lovely face back and forth on the rigid pole.
Every once in a while, he'd grab her long platinum blonde hair in the back, and
pump her, fucking her mouth while smiling at Brett as his rod filled his wife's
throat.
Moments later, Brett watched as the thick and long black cock was withdrawn from
his wife's mouth. Finally, the entire length emerged, a thick strand of pre-cum
still connecting the drooling cock head to her soft pink lips. It appeared that
his beautiful wife was in a trance, her mouth partially open as she starred at
the drooling black cock that she had so enthusiastically sucked off.
"OK, now turn around on all fours, and slide your ass over here. I'm gonna watch
you fuck this big black cock." Malcolm ordered the dazed housewife.
Debbie was confused. "W-w-what do you m-m-mean, ME fuck you?" Debbie quietly
asked not wanted to suffer any further punishment.
"You'll see...once that pussy latches around this cock...well, you'll see," he
smirked.
As instructed Debbie turned around, and placed her ass invitingly up in the air.
Malcolm grabbed hold of his cock, and placed it in her crotch...rubbing up and
down on those wet pussy lips, teasing her, causing her ass to sway up and down
seductively.
Finally, Malcolm inserted the tip in her, then pulled out...then put it back in.
Debbie could feel the insertion, fuller, without a doubt, than with her husband.
Totally! Malcolm continued to insert it, then pull it out, and kept repeating
this about six times.
Meanwhile, Rachel and her crew continued to record every movement, every sound,
on film. Rachel thought to herself that this would be one of her most
profitable shoots ever.
There about, Debbie began to rock forward and back on her own, for Malcolm had
now stopped and was just standing there, motionless, with his hands on his hips.
"That's it baby girl....aaahhhhhhh....that's it...fuck my cock....absorb how
good it feels...rubbing those inner walls....deeper baby girl, that's it....fuck
it....fuck your black cock" he kept coaxing her. By now, Debbie was pumping
longer and stronger...whimpering and slightly moaning. By this point Debbie was
so far gone that she wasn't aware of anything but the wonderful feeling coursing
through her veins.
"Auntie slut, I need to hear you. Tell us how good that cock feels in your
slutty little pussy. Tell us what you want that cock to do to you and tell us
loudly, or I'll make you suffer for being so fucking stupid." Amber threatened
as she sharply slapped her aunt's outstretched ass.
WHACK! WHACK!
Not wanting to suffer further, Debbie took a deep breath before letting go.
"God...ooh, oh, yes...that's it....yes....oh how
good...yes...fuck...yes...totally...I'm fucking myself on a monster
cock...yes...ah...ah...fuck me...fuck me...teenie slut fucking the huge black
dick" was all that was coming out of her. By now, she was able to just about
sink all of it in. With her pushing back, you could hear Malcolm's balls smack
against her pussy as well.
"Tell the camera what you love," Amber demanded. Debbie looked at her, sliding
forward and back on the massive rod, uncomprehending. "Say it, say 'I love
black cock." Almost mindless now, Debbie muttered as directed. Amber made her
repeat herself, "I love black cock" over and over, then louder, next with a
pause in the middle, then say it a special way.
Debbie looked right into the camera, an airheaded smile plastered on her face,
her silly pig-tails flying. As she pulled off Malcolm's dick, she giggled, "I
love..." and sighed, "...black cock" as she sank back down.
"I love (giggle and off)...black cock (in and sigh)...I love (giggle and
off)...black cock (in and sigh)...I love (giggled and off)...black cock (in and
sigh)." At first she was stiff but quickly Debbie was proclaiming for anyone
who would ever want to watch that the only thought in her head was about the big
black dick in her cunt. Stephanie and Amber looked at each other. This was so
wild. Neither had ever thought that they could fuck their naive aunt so
thoroughly.
At one point as Debbie tossed her head, her eye's met Brett's for a brief second
before both of them lowered their heads in shame. Debbie couldn't believe that
after all she'd gone through, her husband had allowed another woman to suck him
off and that he had fucked another woman right in front of her. To make matters
even worse, even now when she was going out of her mind with Malcolm's fucking,
he was jacking off again while watching her degrade and humiliate herself.
"You can't get it up, can you" Stephanie teased. You are such a worthless
little prick. Maybe we should invite Malcolm over to the house so that Auntie
Debbie can have her needs met by a real man, not some wimp like you." Stephanie
continued to torment her uncle as he stroked his lifeless dick trying to bring
it back to life.
Back on stage, Malcolm placed his hands on her ass, and began a slow paced
pumping, which intensified into a piston of some sorts. He continued fucking
the hell out of Debbie. She swore that she could feel the veins on the side of
his cock pulsating, and it drove her crazy.
Amber leaned over and whispered into Debbie's ear again immediately proceeding
her sudden outburst, "Oh fuck me please. I need to cum so bad." Debbie begged
as she watched her husband trying in vain to jerk off. Something about seeing
him playing with himself as she degraded herself allowed her to go and surrender
to the experience.
"Are you my white slut?" Malcolm asked loud enough for the camera to hear.
"Ohmigod yeah," Debbie replied, "I am like so totally your white slut."
"What makes you hot, slut?"
"Black cock, s-sir. Big...uhm...really awesomely huge black cock," she said
loudly.
"Are you tired of your husband's puny little cock?" Malcolm asked with a sly
smile pasted across his face.
"It's a worthless sissy dick," she said, wiggling her ass back and forth. "I
want a black man's cock. I want your cock, and I want it to explode in me now."
Amber then leaned over and tenderly wiped her slave's sweat covered brow before
whispering words of praise followed by further instructions. "Very good Pet.
Now I want you to..."
Debbie felt a sense of pride in pleasing her mistress. She wasn't sure why, but
it made her feel proud to have finally earned the praise of her mistress. Just
as she was starting to escape mentally, she was pulled back to reality as she
felt Malcolm grip her waist and push hard. It hurt but she took it without
voice. Eventually her pussy relaxed and opened up completely as he drove his
throbbing member into her exposed cunt. She was wet and he was probing deep,
giving her pussy a real workout. He reached down and played with her clitoris
and she moaned softly. She glanced at the mirror on the wall. In it a beautiful
black man was making love to a pretty, petite white woman. She smiled. The
contrast was so erotic.
She paused and took a deep breath while preparing herself to carry out her next
set of instructions, "Ohmigod...your so deep....fuck me....fuck me with that
black cock...cum....take my pussy....yes...that's it...take it....fuck it all
you want..." Debbie was beside herself. Pulling her legs down by the
ankles...and holding her legs wide, he slowly pushed in and out. Doing this
didn't seem enough for Debbie, for she began to beg him for more cock..."fuck me
you, give me that cock...put that cock in me...PLEASE....FUCK ME..." she kept
begging as Amber had instructed her only moments ago.
Debbie sensed he was close to cumming. He stopped abruptly and laid her on her
back. She spread her legs wide so he could take possession again. When his
thick, black shaft was again sliding in and out of her, she felt his balls
bounce along her hips, his cock swell, and knew her hole was going to be filled
with sperm.
"Oh god," he panted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."
"Yes, I-I'm going to...OH GOD, YES! YES!" Debbie managed as she erupted in the
most intense orgasm of her life. Sweat covered them both. Malcolm groaned as
his cum shot deep inside her. Malcolm's orgasm was incredible and all of his
muscles stiffened as he shot gobs of cum into this white slut.
Debbie felt full, almost bloated. Her orgasm was long and hard making her toes
curl. Her heart pounded in her ears and her breath came in short bursts. She
was making tiny, urgent sexual noises as he slowly pulled his monstrous
coal-black cock out of her clenched opening.
As Debbie continued to lie under the black giant, she found herself drifting in
and out of consciousness. Her vagina was still warm and wet and a little sore
from the workout Malcolm's rigid rod had just put it through. He had plunged
deeper into her than anyone had ever before. In her mind, she visualized the
very thick purplish/black head as it parted her swollen cunt lips and stretched
her tight white pussy as the muscles of her loins tried desperately to squeeze
the invading shaft while it slowly dug deeper and deeper into her love canal.
Her thoughts suddenly turned to her husband, the man she loved. She felt both
enormous guilt and anger over the events that transpired tonight. The guilt she
felt because of her betrayal and infidelity toward her husband. She loved him
deeply, but she couldn't understand why he wanted to see her degrade herself and
be humiliated as she was tonight. He was an active participant in her
humiliation and if she didn't know better she would swear he was now working
with her nieces. Her feelings of guilt started to fade as visions of Rachel on
her knees sucking her husband's cock while he begged her to continue, flooded
her with feelings of confusion, shame and hurt.
As the conflicting feelings of guilt and anger battled inside Debbie's mind, she
knew deep inside herself that she had lost control of her life. Worse yet, she
had lost the will to fight any longer. She felt so dirty and cheap. Maybe, the
girls were right about her. Maybe, she was nothing but a slut. Maybe, she was
better off if she just submitted completely. After all, it was painfully
obvious to her that her husband didn't care about her anymore.
Debbie's last thought before she drifted off to unconsciousness was the status
of her marriage. After tonight, she feared that it would be completed ruined
forever. And what really scared her was that she wasn't sure if she even cared
that much anymore.
To be continued... If you have any story line ideas for future chapters, or
would like to comment on the story please e-mail me at wifefantasy@hotmail.com.
